Fic: Deep
Title: Deep
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Nathan/Claire, Peter
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1569
Warnings: Incest, Sex, Language
Disclaimer: I own nothing you see here.
A/N: Written for YET ANOTHER HEROES ANONYMOUS KINK MEME. The prompt was: Nathan/Claire/Peter: Cheap motel room with 2 beds. Peter strokes off on one while watching Nathan fuck Claire on the other. Nathan's in control of both of them. Many thanks to my steadfast beta and best friend eeyore9990. Title and cut tag from "Deep" by Nine Inch Nails.
"Christ, Pete! Do I have to do everything?" Nathan asks, incredulous that he is again taking on the big brother role. "I'm not blind, she follows you around like a lost puppy and all you do is encourage it."
"You're insane. She's your daughter and my niece!" Peter's voice rises an octave, which just proves he knows exactly what Nathan is talking about.
A knock on the door draws their attention; Nathan glances at his brother and shakes his head before he walks over to answer it. The object of their discussion stands there, wide eyed and looking a little frightened.
"You wanted to see me?" She sounds uncertain, her voice just above a whisper.
Nathan waves her into the room and shuts the door behind her. "Yes, I was hoping you could help me settle an argument I've been having with Peter."
"Let her go, Nathan. Don't do this." But Peter's words are hollow and they both know it when he lowers his eyes in submission.
"I don't-" Claire stammers and looks between them. "What's going on?"
"It's simple really." Nathan starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Are you a virgin?" He removes his shirt and folds it over the back of a chair. "And don't lie to me. I'm your father."
He reaches for her hands and clasps them in his for a moment, waiting for her to look up and meet his eyes. He smiles down at her and then kisses the palm of one hand and then the other. His breath warms her skin and he watches as shivers travel up her arms.
"Claire, you can leave. You don't have to stay here." Peter's voice has a note of warning, but Nathan isn't worried. Claire doesn't look away from him, barely blinks when he starts unbuttoning her top. He pulls it off her easily and tosses it to the floor.
"So, are you?" he asks again as he's unclasping her bra, a dainty lacy thing that gives him little trouble and then is tossed to the floor as well.
"Yes." It's a simple answer that pleases him immensely, especially when she doesn't lower her eyes or try to cover herself. Nathan pulls her closer and has to lean down to take one of her pert pink nipples into his mouth. He sucks at her greedily, and then uses his tongue and teeth until her skin is pebbled and she moans out loud.
Reluctant to stop tasting her, but knowing they are far from finished, he lifts his head and sees Peter watching them over her shoulder. "Take off your clothes, Peter. This is a family affair."
He and Claire watch as Peter stands up and toes off his shoes and unbuckles his belt. The pile of clothes on the bed grows until he standing before them nude, his cock hard and standing straight out from his body. "I don't like this, Nathan."
Nathan can't help the chuckle that escapes his throat. "All evidence points to the contrary, little brother."
He kisses Claire for the first time, knowing it will be the first of many. Her lips are velvet soft, and when she opens for him, the taste of her is intoxicating. His hands touch her everywhere, her fingers tangle through his hair; when they finally stop to breathe, Nathan reaches under her skirt to pull down her underwear. He stills her hands when she tries to unzip her skirt.
"Leave it on."
And then he leads her to the bed across from where Peter is standing and helps her lay back. He turns her head so she is looking at Peter. His brother has a desperate look on his face, like he can't believe what he is seeing. His fist is wrapped tight around his length and he is moving slightly, rocking his hips back and forth in barely restrained lust. Nathan understands what Peter is going through; he's rock hard himself, has been since this started.
The material of Claire's skirt slides easily through his hands as he pushes it up her legs, exposing her from the waist down. He runs his fingers up her thighs and encourages her to spread her legs wider, to open herself up for him. Claire follows his lead eagerly, never taking her eyes off Peter across the room. She whimpers when he presses a kiss against her calf and then the back of her knee.
"Tell me what to do next, Peter." He waits for his brother to speak, waits to see what will happen next in this game they're playing.
****
"Touch her breasts some more." Peter sounds out of breath and Nathan can barely hear him.
"Really, Peter? We have this opportunity, and all you want to do is play with her breasts? Ah, well, to each their own, I suppose."
Nathan sighs and wishes his brother had more imagination, but they have all night. He grasps Claire's hip, holding her immobile while he climbs up her body. He starts out soft, caressing her with his fingertips and rolling her nipples until they are hard. What starts as gentle kisses down her chest quickly turns to nips and bites until he's running his teeth across her sensitive skin. Claire is making soft mewling noises, but she continues to watch as Peter slowly jerks off.
"Do you enjoy watching him, Claire?" He cups her sex with his hand, and then begins slowly rubbing two fingers between her legs until they are wet from her arousal. "Answer me, sweetheart."
She nods her head and licks her lips before finally answering, "Yes." Her eyes never leave Peter.
Nathan pushes a finger inside her, slides it in and out a few times before adding another, stretching her slightly and making her moan.
"Go down on her, God." Peter closes his eyes and speeds up his movements as a sheen of sweat covers his body and his muscles flex below his skin. "Do it."
"Easy, Peter. Slow down, we've got all night." His thumb circles Claire's clit and presses down lightly at first and then with more pressure as she begins to writhe beneath him.
"Yes, please." Claire grinds against his hand, desperate for more contact.
****
Knowing that timing is everything, Nathan sits up and helps her move up the bed so he is kneeling between her knees. He goes down on his elbows and rests his head on her flat belly. She glances down at him briefly and smiles a little then turns her head back to Peter.
Nathan lowers his mouth and licks along her crease with short quick strokes of his tongue. She tastes salty sweet and he repeats the movement again and again until she is moaning so loud he's sure her voice is carrying through the thin motel walls and their neighbors hear everything. It's a matter of pride that she cries out for him, asks for exactly what she wants, pleads for it. He spreads her open with two fingers and continues to massage her with his tongue, lips, and teeth until she is rocking her hips hard against his face, her fingers tugging at his hair, searching for release.
He moves quickly and has his pants unbuttoned and around his ankles faster than he could have hoped for. "Look at me now, Claire. Come on."
Tears of frustration are leaking from the corners of her eyes and when he glances at his brother he can see the strain on his face too. Nathan covers her small body with his and kisses her on the mouth hard, pushing her own taste across her tongue.
"You taste sweet, don't you?" He asks her as he lines up and pushes his cock against her entrance. She wasn't lying about her lack of sexual experience, she's so tight around him it's painful and he has to stop and give her body time to adjust. She clenches down around him, forcing him to stop once more, just to catch his breath. Eventually she responds to the gentle rocking of his hips and raises up to meet him.
"Peter?"
The slapping of skin on skin coming from the other side of the room pauses for a moment before he hears a whimper that sounds almost like his name. His brother has moved to the other bed, facing them and watching every move they make.
"Peter, her cunt feels so good. You have no idea. No idea," he whispers, gazing down into Claire's eyes, which had gone round with shock as soon as the word 'cunt' slipped from his lips. He smiles at her slowly, feeling the power rise inside him as a blush spreads up her chest and into her cheeks. "Still so innocent, even after all this." He rolls his hips again, for emphasis.
They begin to move together in a delicious slow rhythm, he grips her waist and has one hand pulling her hair, forcing her to look at him while he fucks her. Peter cries out on the bed next to them, unable to control himself as he orgasms. As if on cue, Claire shudders beneath him, coming hard. The sensation of her contractions pulse around his cock and he is coming soon after, thrusting erratically to meet his own end deep inside her.
She's so beautiful looking up at him with kiss swollen lips and wide green eyes. He kisses her gently on the forehead before he pulls out. "Good girl. See, Peter, I told you I was right."
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Nathan/Claire, Peter
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1569
Warnings: Incest, Sex, Language
Disclaimer: I own nothing you see here.
A/N: Written for YET ANOTHER HEROES ANONYMOUS KINK MEME. The prompt was: Nathan/Claire/Peter: Cheap motel room with 2 beds. Peter strokes off on one while watching Nathan fuck Claire on the other. Nathan's in control of both of them. Many thanks to my steadfast beta and best friend eeyore9990. Title and cut tag from "Deep" by Nine Inch Nails.
"Christ, Pete! Do I have to do everything?" Nathan asks, incredulous that he is again taking on the big brother role. "I'm not blind, she follows you around like a lost puppy and all you do is encourage it."
"You're insane. She's your daughter and my niece!" Peter's voice rises an octave, which just proves he knows exactly what Nathan is talking about.
A knock on the door draws their attention; Nathan glances at his brother and shakes his head before he walks over to answer it. The object of their discussion stands there, wide eyed and looking a little frightened.
"You wanted to see me?" She sounds uncertain, her voice just above a whisper.
Nathan waves her into the room and shuts the door behind her. "Yes, I was hoping you could help me settle an argument I've been having with Peter."
"Let her go, Nathan. Don't do this." But Peter's words are hollow and they both know it when he lowers his eyes in submission.
"I don't-" Claire stammers and looks between them. "What's going on?"
"It's simple really." Nathan starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Are you a virgin?" He removes his shirt and folds it over the back of a chair. "And don't lie to me. I'm your father."
He reaches for her hands and clasps them in his for a moment, waiting for her to look up and meet his eyes. He smiles down at her and then kisses the palm of one hand and then the other. His breath warms her skin and he watches as shivers travel up her arms.
"Claire, you can leave. You don't have to stay here." Peter's voice has a note of warning, but Nathan isn't worried. Claire doesn't look away from him, barely blinks when he starts unbuttoning her top. He pulls it off her easily and tosses it to the floor.
"So, are you?" he asks again as he's unclasping her bra, a dainty lacy thing that gives him little trouble and then is tossed to the floor as well.
"Yes." It's a simple answer that pleases him immensely, especially when she doesn't lower her eyes or try to cover herself. Nathan pulls her closer and has to lean down to take one of her pert pink nipples into his mouth. He sucks at her greedily, and then uses his tongue and teeth until her skin is pebbled and she moans out loud.
Reluctant to stop tasting her, but knowing they are far from finished, he lifts his head and sees Peter watching them over her shoulder. "Take off your clothes, Peter. This is a family affair."
He and Claire watch as Peter stands up and toes off his shoes and unbuckles his belt. The pile of clothes on the bed grows until he standing before them nude, his cock hard and standing straight out from his body. "I don't like this, Nathan."
Nathan can't help the chuckle that escapes his throat. "All evidence points to the contrary, little brother."
He kisses Claire for the first time, knowing it will be the first of many. Her lips are velvet soft, and when she opens for him, the taste of her is intoxicating. His hands touch her everywhere, her fingers tangle through his hair; when they finally stop to breathe, Nathan reaches under her skirt to pull down her underwear. He stills her hands when she tries to unzip her skirt.
"Leave it on."
And then he leads her to the bed across from where Peter is standing and helps her lay back. He turns her head so she is looking at Peter. His brother has a desperate look on his face, like he can't believe what he is seeing. His fist is wrapped tight around his length and he is moving slightly, rocking his hips back and forth in barely restrained lust. Nathan understands what Peter is going through; he's rock hard himself, has been since this started.
The material of Claire's skirt slides easily through his hands as he pushes it up her legs, exposing her from the waist down. He runs his fingers up her thighs and encourages her to spread her legs wider, to open herself up for him. Claire follows his lead eagerly, never taking her eyes off Peter across the room. She whimpers when he presses a kiss against her calf and then the back of her knee.
"Tell me what to do next, Peter." He waits for his brother to speak, waits to see what will happen next in this game they're playing.
****
"Touch her breasts some more." Peter sounds out of breath and Nathan can barely hear him.
"Really, Peter? We have this opportunity, and all you want to do is play with her breasts? Ah, well, to each their own, I suppose."
Nathan sighs and wishes his brother had more imagination, but they have all night. He grasps Claire's hip, holding her immobile while he climbs up her body. He starts out soft, caressing her with his fingertips and rolling her nipples until they are hard. What starts as gentle kisses down her chest quickly turns to nips and bites until he's running his teeth across her sensitive skin. Claire is making soft mewling noises, but she continues to watch as Peter slowly jerks off.
"Do you enjoy watching him, Claire?" He cups her sex with his hand, and then begins slowly rubbing two fingers between her legs until they are wet from her arousal. "Answer me, sweetheart."
She nods her head and licks her lips before finally answering, "Yes." Her eyes never leave Peter.
Nathan pushes a finger inside her, slides it in and out a few times before adding another, stretching her slightly and making her moan.
"Go down on her, God." Peter closes his eyes and speeds up his movements as a sheen of sweat covers his body and his muscles flex below his skin. "Do it."
"Easy, Peter. Slow down, we've got all night." His thumb circles Claire's clit and presses down lightly at first and then with more pressure as she begins to writhe beneath him.
"Yes, please." Claire grinds against his hand, desperate for more contact.
****
Knowing that timing is everything, Nathan sits up and helps her move up the bed so he is kneeling between her knees. He goes down on his elbows and rests his head on her flat belly. She glances down at him briefly and smiles a little then turns her head back to Peter.
Nathan lowers his mouth and licks along her crease with short quick strokes of his tongue. She tastes salty sweet and he repeats the movement again and again until she is moaning so loud he's sure her voice is carrying through the thin motel walls and their neighbors hear everything. It's a matter of pride that she cries out for him, asks for exactly what she wants, pleads for it. He spreads her open with two fingers and continues to massage her with his tongue, lips, and teeth until she is rocking her hips hard against his face, her fingers tugging at his hair, searching for release.
He moves quickly and has his pants unbuttoned and around his ankles faster than he could have hoped for. "Look at me now, Claire. Come on."
Tears of frustration are leaking from the corners of her eyes and when he glances at his brother he can see the strain on his face too. Nathan covers her small body with his and kisses her on the mouth hard, pushing her own taste across her tongue.
"You taste sweet, don't you?" He asks her as he lines up and pushes his cock against her entrance. She wasn't lying about her lack of sexual experience, she's so tight around him it's painful and he has to stop and give her body time to adjust. She clenches down around him, forcing him to stop once more, just to catch his breath. Eventually she responds to the gentle rocking of his hips and raises up to meet him.
"Peter?"
The slapping of skin on skin coming from the other side of the room pauses for a moment before he hears a whimper that sounds almost like his name. His brother has moved to the other bed, facing them and watching every move they make.
"Peter, her cunt feels so good. You have no idea. No idea," he whispers, gazing down into Claire's eyes, which had gone round with shock as soon as the word 'cunt' slipped from his lips. He smiles at her slowly, feeling the power rise inside him as a blush spreads up her chest and into her cheeks. "Still so innocent, even after all this." He rolls his hips again, for emphasis.
They begin to move together in a delicious slow rhythm, he grips her waist and has one hand pulling her hair, forcing her to look at him while he fucks her. Peter cries out on the bed next to them, unable to control himself as he orgasms. As if on cue, Claire shudders beneath him, coming hard. The sensation of her contractions pulse around his cock and he is coming soon after, thrusting erratically to meet his own end deep inside her.
She's so beautiful looking up at him with kiss swollen lips and wide green eyes. He kisses her gently on the forehead before he pulls out. "Good girl. See, Peter, I told you I was right."