My Brothers' Keepers - Special Features
My Brothers’ Keepers Special Features!
These aren’t deleted scenes as much as a pair of narrative aids and a love note to the fans in the form of an orgy. And who doesn’t love an orgy?
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SITT Heroes’ Verse! - Since The Secret’s in the Telling was essentially written in an alternate Season 2 for Heroes, I wanted to nail down some details of this AU before we leapt in to write so we wouldn’t be contradicting our own backstory. Supernatural is so much more self-contained that we basically used their canon straight right up until before 4x16 “On the Head of a Pin.” But because Heroes spans national and global events and changes its own rules upon occasion, we had to make our own, consistent AU to have a backdrop to write against for Nathan, Peter, and any other Heroes’ character we ended up using. This was what we had written down in randomized note form.
House of M exists. Matt is a NYPD detective. Mohinder is working for the Company as effectively a double agent to try to keep Heroes safe. He helps those he can, tries to warn those that are being hunted. Totally hates the fact that he has to run tests on very dangerous (Level 5) specials, but knows this is a price he must pay in order to keep the rest of the specials safe.
Virus exists, is not widespread, Company has a cure.
Noah Bennet is back to working for the Company. Still partnered with the Haitian. Wrangled a deal with them after Kirby Plaza or something, promising Claire will be monitored, but free, and he will work with them capturing dangerous specials.
Company wants Nathan and Peter in custody (and even Bennet wants this) because they constantly interfere with Company business and free "dangerous" specials. They undermine everything the Company does and this pisses the Company off.
Peter did not lose his memory or get shipped to Ireland. Nathan was badly hurt in the nuclear explosion, but Peter cared for him (because, you know, he's a fucking nurse) and Claire figured out how to cure him on her own, because, you know, she has a brain.
Nathan Petrelli is dead to the world at large. Heidi, Monte, Simon, Angela, some of the Company, and several specials know he's alive, but Nathan's family literally buried him to avoid awkward questions. There's a nice tombstone next to Arthur's. This prevents people from saying, "Hey, aren't you a senator?" as much. Nathan made it clear to Angela that any attempt to "resurrect" him or separate him from Peter will result in a reckoning.
Peter, thusly, never met Adam Monroe, and that worthy Englishman is still imprisoned in Hartford. Peter did meet Elle (had to, because he used electricity in SITT) perhaps during a Company sting.
Matt already did that encounter with his dad, but Mohinder helped him instead of Nathan. (Necessary because we need Matt to know about that aspect of his powers so he can teach Peter.)
Sylar is still at large, and no one knows what happened to him. He isn't confirmed dead, but no one's seen him since Kirby Plaza. (He's, I dunno, working his way across America in the company of Maya and Alejandro, having a great three-way and planning how to get back at Mohinder. I wrote a story about that once. Still need to complete it. I'm going straight to hell.)
Hiro had his dumbass adventure in ancient Japan, but because Kensei/Adam never got out of Hartford, all the Elder Heroes are still alive.
Peter, realizing how much worse things could have gone at Kirby Plaza, has taken it upon himself to practice with his powers (wacky idea!) so he won't inadvertently go nuclear again. Peter knows that fucking with the space-time continuum is bad (him and Hiro practiced together, and that's where he saw a post-apocalyptic future) and he knows it's dangerous to use. And using several powers at once, or in rapid succession, can trigger a nuclear reaction, hence why he doesn't bust out everything he has all the time, if anyone asks. (This keeps Peter from stealing the show all the time.)
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Precognitive Drawings - One of the first things I wrote for this story was Peter’s precognitive drawings. Though BrightEyed Jill convinced me (via her awesome use of future drawings in her story Love’s the Burning Boy) that we shouldn’t explicitly describe all or even most of them, I wanted to have them written down so at least the authors knew what scenes we were building the story around. So… here’s the written paintings!
1. Close-up of a hand slapping down a receipt for a money order in a small town in Georgia.
2. Sam and Dean, wearing their suits, talking with Mohinder while facing a flickering TV. Mohinder looks frightened.
3. Peter sits on a couch next to Molly, who has an atlas on her lap. Nathan is standing behind the couch, seemingly discussing something with Matt, both looking concerned.
4. Sam, Dean's Impala parked in the foreground, walks towards a large building set on the edge of a bayou, mangrove trees and Spanish moss setting the scene. A brown-haired girl walks next to him, and two figures, a black man and a red-haired woman, half-carry Peter with them.
5. Nathan and Dean, both dressed rather scruffily, walking out of some run-down dive.
6. Two figures sliding into the open windows of Nathan's Impala, Dukes of Hazzard-style.
7. Sam, magnificently naked, seated on a throne-like chair, Peter kneeling between his thighs. Sam's eyes are open and he's smirking down at Peter, who has his head back, looking up at Sam in what seems to be worship. A slight brunette girl wearing glasses hovers near Sam, hands outstretched as if wanting to touch, desire in her eyes. A few unclothed bodies are vaguely sketched in the background, writhing in what seems like pleasure.
8. Nathan, body writhed back in an unlikely posture, covered by another figure, dark-haired and blurred, the only clear detail a handprint burned into his shoulder. Nathan's eyes look back into the distance, as if seeing something amazing out of frame. The background is dark and undifferentiated, as if the two were floating in space.
9. All four brothers standing before an inlaid circle on the ground, the symbols glowing red. Sam's eyes burn yellow and his hand is outstretched toward shadowy human figures in the foreground. Black smoke issues from their mouths. Peter, eyes completely black, seems to be directing the smoke into the circle. Dean, gun drawn, a knife strapped to his thigh, menaces something unseen to the right of frame. On the left, Nathan holds a shotgun leveled at a slight bespectacled brunette with a book in her hands, red runes burning on its pages.
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Semi-crack orgy! - Because if we’re going to have a story about four incredibly sexy men, we have to have an orgy at some point. This is perhaps less cracky than I had expected; I kept wanting to write it as something that could have plausibly fit into My Brothers’ Keepers, so here it is!
Sam and Dean had woken up at almost the same time, hearing the faint, muffled sounds of Peter’s moans across the room. The motel only had one room left, and they’d been too tired to drive further that night, so they’d just taken the twin double beds and kept quiet about it.
Or, they had been keeping quiet about it until Peter started moaning like a damn porno star. And it wasn’t like they had any trouble seeing Peter’s head tossed back, his hair fanning across the pillow, or Nathan covering him, one hand working inside Peter’s body, his mouth peppering Peter’s face and chest with soft kisses. They’d left a lamp on in the corner of the room, ostensibly to keep from tripping over each other’s gear if they got up in the night, but in reality because no one wanted to sleep in the dark tonight.
Nathan seemed to realize the exact second both Winchesters were staring at him, and turned to look at them, completely unselfconscious.
“We’re not porn,” he said dryly.
Sam made a choking noise of embarrassment, but Dean only grinned and reached a hand around to Sam’s decidedly-interested cock, and stroked it firmly, wanting to give a good a show as he was getting.
“Dean!” Sam hissed in anger belied by the twitching of his hips, driving himself into Dean’s hand.
“Hey, they started it.”
“But- I- They- It-,” Sam protested, and trailed off when Dean’s lips fastened on his neck. His eyes closed while Dean looked over, and realized Peter was staring at him.
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Peter blinked at the intensity of Dean’s gaze and turned back to Nathan, realizing his dick was harder than ever, and not just from Nathan’s skilled hand. God, he wanted this so badly, wanted to be with Nathan, with someone he loved on his own terms instead of what had happened in the past week. “Want” was actually too mild of a word. Need was closer. Peter needed it, to be driven into pleasurable oblivion. He needed it with an intensity that shocked him.
Right now he felt like he could be fucked for hours and it wouldn’t be enough.
Nathan… Peter whispered mentally, and shivered as Nathan’s hand drove in deeper. Need more, need you, need more…
How much more Pete?
The thought was shocking in its simplicity. The overtones that Peter had tried to convey to Nathan had been clearly understood, and Peter was more than a little surprised that Nathan would be interested in going along with this.
The expression of shock was stamped on Peter’s face, and Nathan’s hand began to work more urgently inside him as the hesitant thoughts explained.
While you were away… Dean and I… And you and Sam…
It was an apology and forgiveness in the same breath, and Peter heaved a sigh in relief.
It’s ok… I don’t mind.
Well… and now? How much more Pete? Nathan asked again, more urgently
Peter felt his breathing growing ragged as he considered.
All. Everything.
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“Share.”
Dean and Sam’s heads snapped up together as Peter spoke for the first time. Nathan could see the expressions of disbelief on their faces and smiled slightly. They had no idea how lucky they were; Nathan didn’t share easily or readily. But considering everything they’d gone through, he’d give Peter this willingly, because that was what he needed right now. And Nathan would be lying if he said he hadn’t been interested, not after what had happened between him and Dean. It wasn’t like they had that much more to hide…
“What?” Sam asked.
“Need it, please. Share me,” Peter begged, and Nathan knew it would take someone with a heart of stone to deny the need in Peter’s voice. The Winchesters were practically dragged from their bed by that alone, and Nathan drank in the sight of them, tall and sculpted like young gods. And right now, they were his, his and Peter’s.
“Come on,” Nathan encouraged, and reached out to pull Dean on the bed next to him. Dean’s eyes flicked from him to Peter, as if he didn’t know where to go first, and Nathan solved that by pulling him into a kiss. Kissing Dean wasn’t like Peter’s delightful submissiveness, or Sam’s give-and-take, but a raging challenge back and forth.
Fighting for dominance there, Dean didn’t notice Nathan slicking up his hand again until it closed his around his cock. Jerking back slightly, Dean looked down to see Nathan stroking his cock and his own with lube.
“You ready?” Nathan breathed, looking at Dean, as Peter silently opened himself up. A moan was muffled in Sam’s mouth as the younger Winchester had taken advantage of Peter’s need to descend on him, devouring him with his own mouth. The look in Dean’s eyes was dark lust, with the hint of danger that Nathan knew Peter needed.
Dean nodded as Nathan slowly pushed himself into Peter, ignoring Dean’s growls of impatience. Peter might need more, but Nathan wouldn’t give up this first taste. The slide into him, the incredible heat and tightness of him, unique and intoxicating, wasn’t something easily forgotten.
The little moans that Peter made, the needy little sounds, were only things Peter made for him, if the affected little twitches Dean and Sam made were anything to go by. That gave Nathan a sense of accomplishment and security, that despite everything that had happened between the four, there were still some things that were still solely Petrelli.
Dean cursed under his breath, watching Sam on Peter’s mouth and Nathan in Peter’s body, and what little patience he had must have suddenly broke. Nathan actually jumped when he felt Dean’s now-slick fingers probing into his ass, and was mentally thrown back to a couple of days ago. There was no fumbling or hesitation, just a confident stroking and pressure inward, preparing the way for Dean’s eventual conquest.
Nathan thrust harder into Peter than he’d intended to escape those probing fingers. It wasn’t all, or even mostly bad, just the fact that Nathan didn’t usually do that sort of thing. He’d only let Peter do it a few times, and only when he was feeling particularly indulgent. This was not one of those times, and besides, it was Peter who needed this, not him.
“No,” Nathan said sharply, and reached around to grab Dean’s arm. “Peter needs you too.”
“I’m not gonna wait, man,” Dean said, stroking himself slowly, his eyes harder than ever.
“Who said anything about waiting?”
“Both of you,” Peter gasped, pulling himself from Sam’s mouth. “Now, please. In me.”
Nathan could feel the rush of air out of Dean’s lungs as he realized what was going on. It was probably no less than his own surprise, but Nathan had had a few minutes to adjust to the idea. Dean wasn’t going to get a chance to think.
It didn’t matter in the slightest that Nathan had never done this before. All it mattered was that Peter wanted it.
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Dean nearly died, out and out died when Peter suddenly pulled himself off of Nathan, away from Sam, and pounced on him, bearing him down onto the bed. He sucked in a breath as Peter impaled himself on his cock, sliding in deep as if he did this every day. Fuck, how did Nathan handle this day in and day out? If Sam had been this demanding, Dean would have expired of exhaustion years ago.
Peter paused for a long minute, squeezing Dean inside of him, and sighed in contentment. Dean clutched Peter to him, silently demanding and receiving Peter’s mouth on his, as Peter pressed himself to Dean’s chest to give Nathan room to work.
Dean barely had any idea how this was going to go.
Dean also did not fucking care.
Dean pulled out slightly from Peter’s ass at a silent urging, and Nathan nudged in gently, forcing Dean to grit his teeth against the twin sensations of Peter’s unbelievable tightness, and the throbbing from Nathan’s cock pressed against his own.
“Christ,” Dean breathed softly, and heard Nathan echo him at the same moment. Peter reached out blindly behind him with one hand and Nathan caught it with his right, locking it in a death grip to give Peter the anchor he needed. Dean’s right arm settled around Peter’s waist, jerking them tight together, letting him feel every twitch from Nathan’s body into Peter’s.
In. Out. In. First him, than Nathan, the rhythm stuttering fitfully at first, neither of them ready for the inadvertent intimacy of fucking both Peter and each other at the same time. Nathan’s other arm slid across Peter’s shoulders, and then to Dean’s face, pulling him close enough to slide into Nathan’s mouth. With the sudden anchor of their lips battling against each other, the rhythm fell into place, one right after the other, both of them racing to hear Peter’s scream.
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Sam watched, transfixed, as Dean and Nathan penetrated Peter’s body, his eyes fixed on the elder brothers. His erection throbbed and twitched as he carded his hand through Peter’s hair, and he stroked himself roughly. Dean and Nathan were getting all the action and it wasn’t fair…
Peter’s head abruptly came up, and he gazed up at Sam with lust-filled eyes, his lips swollen and moist, begging for more. Sam licked his own lips and knelt right next to Dean, clamping his mouth around Peter’s, running a hand down Dean’s fever-hot neck. Dean pressed into Sam’s touch, even as Sam was feeling the suction on his tongue and wishing it were much farther south.
“Yeah, please,” Peter said abruptly, pulling away from Sam. Sam blinked at him in confusion, which cleared suddenly as Peter lifted his head up and glanced downward at Sam’s cock. “Give it to me. I need to feel it down my throat.”
Bwah? Sam thought in confusion.
“He’s a mind-reader,” Nathan reminded him breathlessly, his mouth covering Peter’s back with slow kisses.
“Go with it dude, it’s awesome,” Dean added, before another thrust threw him into incoherence again.
“Please,” Peter begged again.
Sam stood up slowly, leaning forward and bracing himself on the bed with one hand, the other slowly feeding the length of his cock into Peter’s throat. Inch after inch, this time paying close attention to Peter’s reactions, making sure he was ok. But there was no hesitation, only the wonderful slick slide of Peter’s tongue, the heat of his throat, the suction that pulled him ever deeper… His balls tapped against Peter’s chin, and Sam shuddered as Peter’s tongue wrapped around him.
From this angle he could see Dean’s face clearly, and by his expression, he was thoroughly enjoying the close-up view of Sam and Peter. It was amazing, everywhere Sam looked someone was staring at him, Peter fucking him with his mouth, Nathan and Dean fucking him with their eyes.
Thrusting very gently, Sam let his free hand roam over Peter’s exposed flesh, flicking over Peter’s nipples and palming down his stomach until he reached his weeping cock. Dean’s hand suddenly knocked his away in the confined space as he grasped Peter’s member and began to stroke him quickly. Sam looked down, irked, to see Dean practically smirking at him. His expression practically shouted, “Anything you can do, I can do better. Bitch.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. Oh, it was on.
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Peter swallowed hard as Sam’s huge hands began to roam all over his body, skimming over his ribs, brushing over his nipples, cupping and massaging his thighs, anywhere and everywhere he could be touched, someone was doing it. Sam’s huge hardness was down his throat, Dean’s hand was stroking him like his life depended on it, Nathan and Dean were stretching him so full, so wide, and Sam’s hands were everywhere. It was only Nathan’s hand, clenched tightly in his own, that gave him an anchor to reality.
Because other than that, Peter was spinning of into the stratosphere. The irresistible pressure in his ass, bigger and harder than anything he’d felt before was making him gasp and groan around Sam’s shaft, which only encouraged all of them to push in harder, to fill him up with everything they had.
Peter felt full to bursting, his body spiraling out of control, the lust-filled thoughts of his brother and his friends pushing at him and each other in frantic succession.
So fucking good Petrelli, so tight… go on, give it up. Yeah, just like that, your tongue, God Peter, feel that, feel me? I know you like it, come on… You’re gorgeous Pete, so beautiful. Go on, let go…
Pressure, pleasure, anchor, insistence, camaraderie, friendship, fellowship, and love… Peter felt his body explode, clamping around Dean and Nathan, drinking down Sam, arching into his hands, spurting over Dean’s, and clasping Nathan’s with the sheer, mind-blowing intensity of his climax.
Nathan and Dean followed him within seconds, Dean cursing and Nathan crying out in a loss of control that was beautiful to hear. Sam was last, holding himself rigid as Peter sucked him down deep, collapsing to his knees with a weighty thump as the strength left his legs in the aftermath of his orgasm.
Peter gasped for air, and then gasped again when Dean, then Nathan, pulled out of his body. Nathan collapsed practically on top of him, and Dean reached down to pull Sam into the dogpile. They were ridiculously crammed in the small bed, but Peter didn’t care. He flopped happily beneath their weight, squirming until he could give Nathan a grateful kiss, and accepted an absent caress from Dean.
They stayed that way, close and warm, for several long minutes, until Nathan finally found the strength to sit up.
“Ok you two, live porn show is over,” he declared, and pointed exhaustedly at the open bed. The Winchesters looked as if they wanted to protest, if they’d been capable of forming a complete sentence. As it was, they half-rolled out of the Petrellis’ bed and into their own, flopping into poses that suggested they’d been slain rather than had just gotten off.
“Thanks,” Peter managed to the whole room as Nathan pulled him into a weary embrace, letting Peter pillow his head on his chest.
“’nytime,” Dean said into his pillow, and Sam grunted in agreement.
Smiling in utter satisfaction, Peter wrapped his arms around Nathan, and slowly drifted off to sleep together.
These aren’t deleted scenes as much as a pair of narrative aids and a love note to the fans in the form of an orgy. And who doesn’t love an orgy?
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SITT Heroes’ Verse! - Since The Secret’s in the Telling was essentially written in an alternate Season 2 for Heroes, I wanted to nail down some details of this AU before we leapt in to write so we wouldn’t be contradicting our own backstory. Supernatural is so much more self-contained that we basically used their canon straight right up until before 4x16 “On the Head of a Pin.” But because Heroes spans national and global events and changes its own rules upon occasion, we had to make our own, consistent AU to have a backdrop to write against for Nathan, Peter, and any other Heroes’ character we ended up using. This was what we had written down in randomized note form.
House of M exists. Matt is a NYPD detective. Mohinder is working for the Company as effectively a double agent to try to keep Heroes safe. He helps those he can, tries to warn those that are being hunted. Totally hates the fact that he has to run tests on very dangerous (Level 5) specials, but knows this is a price he must pay in order to keep the rest of the specials safe.
Virus exists, is not widespread, Company has a cure.
Noah Bennet is back to working for the Company. Still partnered with the Haitian. Wrangled a deal with them after Kirby Plaza or something, promising Claire will be monitored, but free, and he will work with them capturing dangerous specials.
Company wants Nathan and Peter in custody (and even Bennet wants this) because they constantly interfere with Company business and free "dangerous" specials. They undermine everything the Company does and this pisses the Company off.
Peter did not lose his memory or get shipped to Ireland. Nathan was badly hurt in the nuclear explosion, but Peter cared for him (because, you know, he's a fucking nurse) and Claire figured out how to cure him on her own, because, you know, she has a brain.
Nathan Petrelli is dead to the world at large. Heidi, Monte, Simon, Angela, some of the Company, and several specials know he's alive, but Nathan's family literally buried him to avoid awkward questions. There's a nice tombstone next to Arthur's. This prevents people from saying, "Hey, aren't you a senator?" as much. Nathan made it clear to Angela that any attempt to "resurrect" him or separate him from Peter will result in a reckoning.
Peter, thusly, never met Adam Monroe, and that worthy Englishman is still imprisoned in Hartford. Peter did meet Elle (had to, because he used electricity in SITT) perhaps during a Company sting.
Matt already did that encounter with his dad, but Mohinder helped him instead of Nathan. (Necessary because we need Matt to know about that aspect of his powers so he can teach Peter.)
Sylar is still at large, and no one knows what happened to him. He isn't confirmed dead, but no one's seen him since Kirby Plaza. (He's, I dunno, working his way across America in the company of Maya and Alejandro, having a great three-way and planning how to get back at Mohinder. I wrote a story about that once. Still need to complete it. I'm going straight to hell.)
Hiro had his dumbass adventure in ancient Japan, but because Kensei/Adam never got out of Hartford, all the Elder Heroes are still alive.
Peter, realizing how much worse things could have gone at Kirby Plaza, has taken it upon himself to practice with his powers (wacky idea!) so he won't inadvertently go nuclear again. Peter knows that fucking with the space-time continuum is bad (him and Hiro practiced together, and that's where he saw a post-apocalyptic future) and he knows it's dangerous to use. And using several powers at once, or in rapid succession, can trigger a nuclear reaction, hence why he doesn't bust out everything he has all the time, if anyone asks. (This keeps Peter from stealing the show all the time.)
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Precognitive Drawings - One of the first things I wrote for this story was Peter’s precognitive drawings. Though BrightEyed Jill convinced me (via her awesome use of future drawings in her story Love’s the Burning Boy) that we shouldn’t explicitly describe all or even most of them, I wanted to have them written down so at least the authors knew what scenes we were building the story around. So… here’s the written paintings!
1. Close-up of a hand slapping down a receipt for a money order in a small town in Georgia.
2. Sam and Dean, wearing their suits, talking with Mohinder while facing a flickering TV. Mohinder looks frightened.
3. Peter sits on a couch next to Molly, who has an atlas on her lap. Nathan is standing behind the couch, seemingly discussing something with Matt, both looking concerned.
4. Sam, Dean's Impala parked in the foreground, walks towards a large building set on the edge of a bayou, mangrove trees and Spanish moss setting the scene. A brown-haired girl walks next to him, and two figures, a black man and a red-haired woman, half-carry Peter with them.
5. Nathan and Dean, both dressed rather scruffily, walking out of some run-down dive.
6. Two figures sliding into the open windows of Nathan's Impala, Dukes of Hazzard-style.
7. Sam, magnificently naked, seated on a throne-like chair, Peter kneeling between his thighs. Sam's eyes are open and he's smirking down at Peter, who has his head back, looking up at Sam in what seems to be worship. A slight brunette girl wearing glasses hovers near Sam, hands outstretched as if wanting to touch, desire in her eyes. A few unclothed bodies are vaguely sketched in the background, writhing in what seems like pleasure.
8. Nathan, body writhed back in an unlikely posture, covered by another figure, dark-haired and blurred, the only clear detail a handprint burned into his shoulder. Nathan's eyes look back into the distance, as if seeing something amazing out of frame. The background is dark and undifferentiated, as if the two were floating in space.
9. All four brothers standing before an inlaid circle on the ground, the symbols glowing red. Sam's eyes burn yellow and his hand is outstretched toward shadowy human figures in the foreground. Black smoke issues from their mouths. Peter, eyes completely black, seems to be directing the smoke into the circle. Dean, gun drawn, a knife strapped to his thigh, menaces something unseen to the right of frame. On the left, Nathan holds a shotgun leveled at a slight bespectacled brunette with a book in her hands, red runes burning on its pages.
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Semi-crack orgy! - Because if we’re going to have a story about four incredibly sexy men, we have to have an orgy at some point. This is perhaps less cracky than I had expected; I kept wanting to write it as something that could have plausibly fit into My Brothers’ Keepers, so here it is!
Sam and Dean had woken up at almost the same time, hearing the faint, muffled sounds of Peter’s moans across the room. The motel only had one room left, and they’d been too tired to drive further that night, so they’d just taken the twin double beds and kept quiet about it.
Or, they had been keeping quiet about it until Peter started moaning like a damn porno star. And it wasn’t like they had any trouble seeing Peter’s head tossed back, his hair fanning across the pillow, or Nathan covering him, one hand working inside Peter’s body, his mouth peppering Peter’s face and chest with soft kisses. They’d left a lamp on in the corner of the room, ostensibly to keep from tripping over each other’s gear if they got up in the night, but in reality because no one wanted to sleep in the dark tonight.
Nathan seemed to realize the exact second both Winchesters were staring at him, and turned to look at them, completely unselfconscious.
“We’re not porn,” he said dryly.
Sam made a choking noise of embarrassment, but Dean only grinned and reached a hand around to Sam’s decidedly-interested cock, and stroked it firmly, wanting to give a good a show as he was getting.
“Dean!” Sam hissed in anger belied by the twitching of his hips, driving himself into Dean’s hand.
“Hey, they started it.”
“But- I- They- It-,” Sam protested, and trailed off when Dean’s lips fastened on his neck. His eyes closed while Dean looked over, and realized Peter was staring at him.
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Peter blinked at the intensity of Dean’s gaze and turned back to Nathan, realizing his dick was harder than ever, and not just from Nathan’s skilled hand. God, he wanted this so badly, wanted to be with Nathan, with someone he loved on his own terms instead of what had happened in the past week. “Want” was actually too mild of a word. Need was closer. Peter needed it, to be driven into pleasurable oblivion. He needed it with an intensity that shocked him.
Right now he felt like he could be fucked for hours and it wouldn’t be enough.
Nathan… Peter whispered mentally, and shivered as Nathan’s hand drove in deeper. Need more, need you, need more…
How much more Pete?
The thought was shocking in its simplicity. The overtones that Peter had tried to convey to Nathan had been clearly understood, and Peter was more than a little surprised that Nathan would be interested in going along with this.
The expression of shock was stamped on Peter’s face, and Nathan’s hand began to work more urgently inside him as the hesitant thoughts explained.
While you were away… Dean and I… And you and Sam…
It was an apology and forgiveness in the same breath, and Peter heaved a sigh in relief.
It’s ok… I don’t mind.
Well… and now? How much more Pete? Nathan asked again, more urgently
Peter felt his breathing growing ragged as he considered.
All. Everything.
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“Share.”
Dean and Sam’s heads snapped up together as Peter spoke for the first time. Nathan could see the expressions of disbelief on their faces and smiled slightly. They had no idea how lucky they were; Nathan didn’t share easily or readily. But considering everything they’d gone through, he’d give Peter this willingly, because that was what he needed right now. And Nathan would be lying if he said he hadn’t been interested, not after what had happened between him and Dean. It wasn’t like they had that much more to hide…
“What?” Sam asked.
“Need it, please. Share me,” Peter begged, and Nathan knew it would take someone with a heart of stone to deny the need in Peter’s voice. The Winchesters were practically dragged from their bed by that alone, and Nathan drank in the sight of them, tall and sculpted like young gods. And right now, they were his, his and Peter’s.
“Come on,” Nathan encouraged, and reached out to pull Dean on the bed next to him. Dean’s eyes flicked from him to Peter, as if he didn’t know where to go first, and Nathan solved that by pulling him into a kiss. Kissing Dean wasn’t like Peter’s delightful submissiveness, or Sam’s give-and-take, but a raging challenge back and forth.
Fighting for dominance there, Dean didn’t notice Nathan slicking up his hand again until it closed his around his cock. Jerking back slightly, Dean looked down to see Nathan stroking his cock and his own with lube.
“You ready?” Nathan breathed, looking at Dean, as Peter silently opened himself up. A moan was muffled in Sam’s mouth as the younger Winchester had taken advantage of Peter’s need to descend on him, devouring him with his own mouth. The look in Dean’s eyes was dark lust, with the hint of danger that Nathan knew Peter needed.
Dean nodded as Nathan slowly pushed himself into Peter, ignoring Dean’s growls of impatience. Peter might need more, but Nathan wouldn’t give up this first taste. The slide into him, the incredible heat and tightness of him, unique and intoxicating, wasn’t something easily forgotten.
The little moans that Peter made, the needy little sounds, were only things Peter made for him, if the affected little twitches Dean and Sam made were anything to go by. That gave Nathan a sense of accomplishment and security, that despite everything that had happened between the four, there were still some things that were still solely Petrelli.
Dean cursed under his breath, watching Sam on Peter’s mouth and Nathan in Peter’s body, and what little patience he had must have suddenly broke. Nathan actually jumped when he felt Dean’s now-slick fingers probing into his ass, and was mentally thrown back to a couple of days ago. There was no fumbling or hesitation, just a confident stroking and pressure inward, preparing the way for Dean’s eventual conquest.
Nathan thrust harder into Peter than he’d intended to escape those probing fingers. It wasn’t all, or even mostly bad, just the fact that Nathan didn’t usually do that sort of thing. He’d only let Peter do it a few times, and only when he was feeling particularly indulgent. This was not one of those times, and besides, it was Peter who needed this, not him.
“No,” Nathan said sharply, and reached around to grab Dean’s arm. “Peter needs you too.”
“I’m not gonna wait, man,” Dean said, stroking himself slowly, his eyes harder than ever.
“Who said anything about waiting?”
“Both of you,” Peter gasped, pulling himself from Sam’s mouth. “Now, please. In me.”
Nathan could feel the rush of air out of Dean’s lungs as he realized what was going on. It was probably no less than his own surprise, but Nathan had had a few minutes to adjust to the idea. Dean wasn’t going to get a chance to think.
It didn’t matter in the slightest that Nathan had never done this before. All it mattered was that Peter wanted it.
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Dean nearly died, out and out died when Peter suddenly pulled himself off of Nathan, away from Sam, and pounced on him, bearing him down onto the bed. He sucked in a breath as Peter impaled himself on his cock, sliding in deep as if he did this every day. Fuck, how did Nathan handle this day in and day out? If Sam had been this demanding, Dean would have expired of exhaustion years ago.
Peter paused for a long minute, squeezing Dean inside of him, and sighed in contentment. Dean clutched Peter to him, silently demanding and receiving Peter’s mouth on his, as Peter pressed himself to Dean’s chest to give Nathan room to work.
Dean barely had any idea how this was going to go.
Dean also did not fucking care.
Dean pulled out slightly from Peter’s ass at a silent urging, and Nathan nudged in gently, forcing Dean to grit his teeth against the twin sensations of Peter’s unbelievable tightness, and the throbbing from Nathan’s cock pressed against his own.
“Christ,” Dean breathed softly, and heard Nathan echo him at the same moment. Peter reached out blindly behind him with one hand and Nathan caught it with his right, locking it in a death grip to give Peter the anchor he needed. Dean’s right arm settled around Peter’s waist, jerking them tight together, letting him feel every twitch from Nathan’s body into Peter’s.
In. Out. In. First him, than Nathan, the rhythm stuttering fitfully at first, neither of them ready for the inadvertent intimacy of fucking both Peter and each other at the same time. Nathan’s other arm slid across Peter’s shoulders, and then to Dean’s face, pulling him close enough to slide into Nathan’s mouth. With the sudden anchor of their lips battling against each other, the rhythm fell into place, one right after the other, both of them racing to hear Peter’s scream.
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Sam watched, transfixed, as Dean and Nathan penetrated Peter’s body, his eyes fixed on the elder brothers. His erection throbbed and twitched as he carded his hand through Peter’s hair, and he stroked himself roughly. Dean and Nathan were getting all the action and it wasn’t fair…
Peter’s head abruptly came up, and he gazed up at Sam with lust-filled eyes, his lips swollen and moist, begging for more. Sam licked his own lips and knelt right next to Dean, clamping his mouth around Peter’s, running a hand down Dean’s fever-hot neck. Dean pressed into Sam’s touch, even as Sam was feeling the suction on his tongue and wishing it were much farther south.
“Yeah, please,” Peter said abruptly, pulling away from Sam. Sam blinked at him in confusion, which cleared suddenly as Peter lifted his head up and glanced downward at Sam’s cock. “Give it to me. I need to feel it down my throat.”
Bwah? Sam thought in confusion.
“He’s a mind-reader,” Nathan reminded him breathlessly, his mouth covering Peter’s back with slow kisses.
“Go with it dude, it’s awesome,” Dean added, before another thrust threw him into incoherence again.
“Please,” Peter begged again.
Sam stood up slowly, leaning forward and bracing himself on the bed with one hand, the other slowly feeding the length of his cock into Peter’s throat. Inch after inch, this time paying close attention to Peter’s reactions, making sure he was ok. But there was no hesitation, only the wonderful slick slide of Peter’s tongue, the heat of his throat, the suction that pulled him ever deeper… His balls tapped against Peter’s chin, and Sam shuddered as Peter’s tongue wrapped around him.
From this angle he could see Dean’s face clearly, and by his expression, he was thoroughly enjoying the close-up view of Sam and Peter. It was amazing, everywhere Sam looked someone was staring at him, Peter fucking him with his mouth, Nathan and Dean fucking him with their eyes.
Thrusting very gently, Sam let his free hand roam over Peter’s exposed flesh, flicking over Peter’s nipples and palming down his stomach until he reached his weeping cock. Dean’s hand suddenly knocked his away in the confined space as he grasped Peter’s member and began to stroke him quickly. Sam looked down, irked, to see Dean practically smirking at him. His expression practically shouted, “Anything you can do, I can do better. Bitch.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. Oh, it was on.
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Peter swallowed hard as Sam’s huge hands began to roam all over his body, skimming over his ribs, brushing over his nipples, cupping and massaging his thighs, anywhere and everywhere he could be touched, someone was doing it. Sam’s huge hardness was down his throat, Dean’s hand was stroking him like his life depended on it, Nathan and Dean were stretching him so full, so wide, and Sam’s hands were everywhere. It was only Nathan’s hand, clenched tightly in his own, that gave him an anchor to reality.
Because other than that, Peter was spinning of into the stratosphere. The irresistible pressure in his ass, bigger and harder than anything he’d felt before was making him gasp and groan around Sam’s shaft, which only encouraged all of them to push in harder, to fill him up with everything they had.
Peter felt full to bursting, his body spiraling out of control, the lust-filled thoughts of his brother and his friends pushing at him and each other in frantic succession.
So fucking good Petrelli, so tight… go on, give it up. Yeah, just like that, your tongue, God Peter, feel that, feel me? I know you like it, come on… You’re gorgeous Pete, so beautiful. Go on, let go…
Pressure, pleasure, anchor, insistence, camaraderie, friendship, fellowship, and love… Peter felt his body explode, clamping around Dean and Nathan, drinking down Sam, arching into his hands, spurting over Dean’s, and clasping Nathan’s with the sheer, mind-blowing intensity of his climax.
Nathan and Dean followed him within seconds, Dean cursing and Nathan crying out in a loss of control that was beautiful to hear. Sam was last, holding himself rigid as Peter sucked him down deep, collapsing to his knees with a weighty thump as the strength left his legs in the aftermath of his orgasm.
Peter gasped for air, and then gasped again when Dean, then Nathan, pulled out of his body. Nathan collapsed practically on top of him, and Dean reached down to pull Sam into the dogpile. They were ridiculously crammed in the small bed, but Peter didn’t care. He flopped happily beneath their weight, squirming until he could give Nathan a grateful kiss, and accepted an absent caress from Dean.
They stayed that way, close and warm, for several long minutes, until Nathan finally found the strength to sit up.
“Ok you two, live porn show is over,” he declared, and pointed exhaustedly at the open bed. The Winchesters looked as if they wanted to protest, if they’d been capable of forming a complete sentence. As it was, they half-rolled out of the Petrellis’ bed and into their own, flopping into poses that suggested they’d been slain rather than had just gotten off.
“Thanks,” Peter managed to the whole room as Nathan pulled him into a weary embrace, letting Peter pillow his head on his chest.
“’nytime,” Dean said into his pillow, and Sam grunted in agreement.
Smiling in utter satisfaction, Peter wrapped his arms around Nathan, and slowly drifted off to sleep together.