Surprise!
Word count : 1605
Pairing : Sylar!Nathan/Peter
Rating : NC17
Notes : For
brighteyed_jill and her iron rule over the heroes_exchange Company Picnic
Peter had been avoiding Nathan, they both knew it. Ever since they had watched Sylar burn they had been...distant. When they were finally alone, truly alone, with cellphones off and doors locked and front doors locked and gates locked and everything locked out because what they were doing was an abomination, only then did Peter hold his brother and take the breath he felt he'd been holding since that night in the desert.
He felt Nathan's firm hands now somehow tentative. For the first time ever, Peter felt like he was leading them, and he didn't like it. He wanted to be forced down, held still, taken, used. It was what he was. "Nathan," he whispered as they stood at the foot of the bed. "Is something wrong?"
"No Peter. I'd just like to...try something new."
"New?" Was this the goodbye? Was Sylar's death somehow the thing that would kill them? "New together or...." Peter's stomach turned.
"Of course, Peter. Oh, of course baby boy." Nathan squeezed him and breathed in the scent of his hair. "Together. I want to...How do you feel about..."
"Anything. Anything you want Nathan, I trust you." God, Peter,you sound desperate.
Nathan's hand ghosted over his ass and he shivered. "Strip. Everything. When I come back I want you naked, and on your knees, with your eyes closed and your hands behind your back." Nathan walked away, closing the door of the en suite behind him. Peter watched the door for a moment before he started to strip off his clothing in no real order. A shoe came off first, then his belt, then his shirt. When he was done he shoved the clothes under the bed as if they never existed and got onto his knees, suddenly achingly hard. His breaths were coming faster and he could feel himself start to shake, the burning sensation in the backs of his thighs and calves beginning. He held his hands behind his back and closed his eyes, listening for Nathan's next move.
***
Nathan opened the bathroom door as quietly as he could, wanting to catch Peter before he knew he was being watched. He had done it, exactly as asked, naked and kneeling with his hands behind his back like it was the most natural thing in the world. This week had been full of surprises. Ever since he had pulled some boxer briefs from his own drawer and suddenly seen an image in his head of his 'brother', naked, sweating, begging "Fuck me Nathan." He had rifled through the drawers and closets, touching, seeing. The same sights over and over again, so many different emotions, positions, and all the time Peter's voice like an audio tour, pleading "Fuck me, let me suck you, come on me."
He closed the door behind him and watched Peter flinch. He undid his tie and straightened it in his hands, walking over slowly. "What are you doing Peter?"
Peter started to speak and stopped.
"It's ok,you can talk."
"I'm doing what you told me, Nathan." Peter's cock was dark and hard, flush against his stomach.
"Good. I'm going to tie your hands, and blindfold you."
***
Peter swallowed as he felt the warm material cover his eyes and be pulled tight behind his head. One of Nathan's ties, he thought. He heard the scrape of a drawer, and then cooler material surround his wrists and hold them, pulling muscles in his shoulders and forearms. He tried to move his wrists apart experimentally but they were held tight. Just then he heard a grunt of amusement at his efforts which sounded strange, not like Nathan.
***
Sylar stood before the pretty sight, wondering what would be more fun, to debauch him as Nathan, playfully skipping over all the boundaries they had drawn in the past, or to be himself, and let Peter see it. A little of both seemed too delicious to pass up. He changed to Nathan, stroking a finger down Peter's cheek and smiling at the shudder he gave.
"Now Peter, you can talk, but I'm not going to. You will accept whatever I do to your body, do you understand?"
Peter nodded, unhesitating.
"Good."
***
Peter breathed in. Nathan's smell was different, the noise that his weight made as he walked was different too, and the cadence of his movement. Peter could have sworn there was someone else there with them, but he only heard one person moving, one person breathing. Nathan's breathing itself was different. It was heavier, somehow. He jumped as he felt something brush his cheek and the air hit a patch of wetness near his ear. He breathed in again. It was Nathan's cock, he would recognise the smell and the touch anywhere. He was paranoid and it was making him distracted from his duty. He whimpered happily as he felt pre-come paint his closed mouth, and opened it obediently.
***
Nathan exhaled deeply as he watched Peter blindly open his pretty mouth. With one hand on Peter's jaw he pushed his cock past his lips, letting his head loll back as he suckled at the tip. He pushed in further, filling Peter's mouth before he changed, watching for the expression on his face.
***
Peter regulated his breathing as Nathan pushed into him aggressively. With no hands to steady his brother's hips he tensed a little, finally adjusting to the size of him in his mouth. He sucked gently, finding his rhythm when all of a sudden he felt something change. Now he was gagging as the tip of Nathan's cock seemed to move into his throat another inch. Swallowing and gulping around him, Peter managed to adjust before Nathan pulled out. He gasped for air as he heard the smacking sounds of Nathan jerking himself off. Nathan would never come on his face, he found that distasteful. His back, yes, his ass, definitely, but never his face. He waited for the splash of come on his chest and yelled out when instead he felt a hand gripping his hair roughly and the warm liquid striping over his nose and mouth. His breaths came in little sobs and covered the sound of moaning from his brother, which sounded...different.
***
Sylar had never really seen the point in camera phones until now. What a screensaver this would be. He saw Peter flinch at the sound of the shutter but the picture was as clear as day. Peter Petrelli, naked and hard, his brother's favourite yellow tie covering half his face and his rapidly drying come taking care of the other half.
"Nathan?"
Sylar changed, but the grin remained. "I'm here Peter, don't worry." He circled the man, watching his flesh quiver from all angles before stroking his hair tenderly and laying the softest of kisses on his forehead. Kneeling in front of him he untied Peter's hands and let him touch his face. As Peter's fingers felt the truth of Nathan's physicality he relaxed, satisfied. Standing, Sylar backed off. "I want you to touch yourself Peter. Make yourself come for me."
Peter nodded gently and dragged his fingers along his aching cock.
***
It was him, Peter thought. Of course it's him, who else would it be? It was just paranoia based on Sylar's shapeshifting, but he was dead, he had seen it with his own eyes. He grasped his swollen cock firmly and started to stroke, loving the idea of Nathan watching him. He imagined Nathan inside him, big and unyielding, making every time feel like the first because no matter how many times Nathan fucked him he still couldn't believe it was happening. He had never fucked Nathan, never wanted to. He wanted to surrender to him, let him be the big brother, let him dominate him in this way in apology for all the times he had ignored his advice or embarrassed him at parties. He listened for Nathan's reactions but he was silent. He recalled some of the filthy things Nathan would say to him when they were alone, the things he would make him repeat. His favourites were those which were less explicit, more abstract. "I'm going to take you into my bed, baby boy." That was top of the playlist right now. He came with a weak moan and suddenly felt very cold. Usually Nathan would hold him. He reached out for him and felt stupid when his hand hit nothing.
***
Oh my God. Was he reaching for him? Sylar stopped the video function on the phone and changed back to Nathan, meeting Peter's hand in the air. He pulled off the blindfold and smiled warmly at Peter. "I'm here baby boy, it's okay. Why don't you go clean up."
Peter got up unsteadily and headed for the shower, not meeting Nathan's gaze. As the bathroom door closed Sylar started to plot. This was too good to be a one time thing. He wanted to start anew, give Peter whatever he wanted and then slowly but surely warp the relationship he thought they had. And there were the pictures, and the video. He could start an impressive library of evidence now that Peter was used to the blindfold. Maybe Noah Bennet could stop by? Maybe Lyle could be seen turning to camera shaking his head, tears in his eyes. Maybe once he killed Nathan off for good he could ruin his memory forever in the eyes of his family. So much potential, and all with one little ability, one stupid little brother and some sweet technology that would let him upload direct to youtube.
Sylar looked at Nathan in the mirror. Yes, this could be a lot of fun.
Pairing : Sylar!Nathan/Peter
Rating : NC17
Notes : For
brighteyed_jill and her iron rule over the heroes_exchange Company Picnic
Peter had been avoiding Nathan, they both knew it. Ever since they had watched Sylar burn they had been...distant. When they were finally alone, truly alone, with cellphones off and doors locked and front doors locked and gates locked and everything locked out because what they were doing was an abomination, only then did Peter hold his brother and take the breath he felt he'd been holding since that night in the desert.
He felt Nathan's firm hands now somehow tentative. For the first time ever, Peter felt like he was leading them, and he didn't like it. He wanted to be forced down, held still, taken, used. It was what he was. "Nathan," he whispered as they stood at the foot of the bed. "Is something wrong?"
"No Peter. I'd just like to...try something new."
"New?" Was this the goodbye? Was Sylar's death somehow the thing that would kill them? "New together or...." Peter's stomach turned.
"Of course, Peter. Oh, of course baby boy." Nathan squeezed him and breathed in the scent of his hair. "Together. I want to...How do you feel about..."
"Anything. Anything you want Nathan, I trust you." God, Peter,you sound desperate.
Nathan's hand ghosted over his ass and he shivered. "Strip. Everything. When I come back I want you naked, and on your knees, with your eyes closed and your hands behind your back." Nathan walked away, closing the door of the en suite behind him. Peter watched the door for a moment before he started to strip off his clothing in no real order. A shoe came off first, then his belt, then his shirt. When he was done he shoved the clothes under the bed as if they never existed and got onto his knees, suddenly achingly hard. His breaths were coming faster and he could feel himself start to shake, the burning sensation in the backs of his thighs and calves beginning. He held his hands behind his back and closed his eyes, listening for Nathan's next move.
***
Nathan opened the bathroom door as quietly as he could, wanting to catch Peter before he knew he was being watched. He had done it, exactly as asked, naked and kneeling with his hands behind his back like it was the most natural thing in the world. This week had been full of surprises. Ever since he had pulled some boxer briefs from his own drawer and suddenly seen an image in his head of his 'brother', naked, sweating, begging "Fuck me Nathan." He had rifled through the drawers and closets, touching, seeing. The same sights over and over again, so many different emotions, positions, and all the time Peter's voice like an audio tour, pleading "Fuck me, let me suck you, come on me."
He closed the door behind him and watched Peter flinch. He undid his tie and straightened it in his hands, walking over slowly. "What are you doing Peter?"
Peter started to speak and stopped.
"It's ok,you can talk."
"I'm doing what you told me, Nathan." Peter's cock was dark and hard, flush against his stomach.
"Good. I'm going to tie your hands, and blindfold you."
***
Peter swallowed as he felt the warm material cover his eyes and be pulled tight behind his head. One of Nathan's ties, he thought. He heard the scrape of a drawer, and then cooler material surround his wrists and hold them, pulling muscles in his shoulders and forearms. He tried to move his wrists apart experimentally but they were held tight. Just then he heard a grunt of amusement at his efforts which sounded strange, not like Nathan.
***
Sylar stood before the pretty sight, wondering what would be more fun, to debauch him as Nathan, playfully skipping over all the boundaries they had drawn in the past, or to be himself, and let Peter see it. A little of both seemed too delicious to pass up. He changed to Nathan, stroking a finger down Peter's cheek and smiling at the shudder he gave.
"Now Peter, you can talk, but I'm not going to. You will accept whatever I do to your body, do you understand?"
Peter nodded, unhesitating.
"Good."
***
Peter breathed in. Nathan's smell was different, the noise that his weight made as he walked was different too, and the cadence of his movement. Peter could have sworn there was someone else there with them, but he only heard one person moving, one person breathing. Nathan's breathing itself was different. It was heavier, somehow. He jumped as he felt something brush his cheek and the air hit a patch of wetness near his ear. He breathed in again. It was Nathan's cock, he would recognise the smell and the touch anywhere. He was paranoid and it was making him distracted from his duty. He whimpered happily as he felt pre-come paint his closed mouth, and opened it obediently.
***
Nathan exhaled deeply as he watched Peter blindly open his pretty mouth. With one hand on Peter's jaw he pushed his cock past his lips, letting his head loll back as he suckled at the tip. He pushed in further, filling Peter's mouth before he changed, watching for the expression on his face.
***
Peter regulated his breathing as Nathan pushed into him aggressively. With no hands to steady his brother's hips he tensed a little, finally adjusting to the size of him in his mouth. He sucked gently, finding his rhythm when all of a sudden he felt something change. Now he was gagging as the tip of Nathan's cock seemed to move into his throat another inch. Swallowing and gulping around him, Peter managed to adjust before Nathan pulled out. He gasped for air as he heard the smacking sounds of Nathan jerking himself off. Nathan would never come on his face, he found that distasteful. His back, yes, his ass, definitely, but never his face. He waited for the splash of come on his chest and yelled out when instead he felt a hand gripping his hair roughly and the warm liquid striping over his nose and mouth. His breaths came in little sobs and covered the sound of moaning from his brother, which sounded...different.
***
Sylar had never really seen the point in camera phones until now. What a screensaver this would be. He saw Peter flinch at the sound of the shutter but the picture was as clear as day. Peter Petrelli, naked and hard, his brother's favourite yellow tie covering half his face and his rapidly drying come taking care of the other half.
"Nathan?"
Sylar changed, but the grin remained. "I'm here Peter, don't worry." He circled the man, watching his flesh quiver from all angles before stroking his hair tenderly and laying the softest of kisses on his forehead. Kneeling in front of him he untied Peter's hands and let him touch his face. As Peter's fingers felt the truth of Nathan's physicality he relaxed, satisfied. Standing, Sylar backed off. "I want you to touch yourself Peter. Make yourself come for me."
Peter nodded gently and dragged his fingers along his aching cock.
***
It was him, Peter thought. Of course it's him, who else would it be? It was just paranoia based on Sylar's shapeshifting, but he was dead, he had seen it with his own eyes. He grasped his swollen cock firmly and started to stroke, loving the idea of Nathan watching him. He imagined Nathan inside him, big and unyielding, making every time feel like the first because no matter how many times Nathan fucked him he still couldn't believe it was happening. He had never fucked Nathan, never wanted to. He wanted to surrender to him, let him be the big brother, let him dominate him in this way in apology for all the times he had ignored his advice or embarrassed him at parties. He listened for Nathan's reactions but he was silent. He recalled some of the filthy things Nathan would say to him when they were alone, the things he would make him repeat. His favourites were those which were less explicit, more abstract. "I'm going to take you into my bed, baby boy." That was top of the playlist right now. He came with a weak moan and suddenly felt very cold. Usually Nathan would hold him. He reached out for him and felt stupid when his hand hit nothing.
***
Oh my God. Was he reaching for him? Sylar stopped the video function on the phone and changed back to Nathan, meeting Peter's hand in the air. He pulled off the blindfold and smiled warmly at Peter. "I'm here baby boy, it's okay. Why don't you go clean up."
Peter got up unsteadily and headed for the shower, not meeting Nathan's gaze. As the bathroom door closed Sylar started to plot. This was too good to be a one time thing. He wanted to start anew, give Peter whatever he wanted and then slowly but surely warp the relationship he thought they had. And there were the pictures, and the video. He could start an impressive library of evidence now that Peter was used to the blindfold. Maybe Noah Bennet could stop by? Maybe Lyle could be seen turning to camera shaking his head, tears in his eyes. Maybe once he killed Nathan off for good he could ruin his memory forever in the eyes of his family. So much potential, and all with one little ability, one stupid little brother and some sweet technology that would let him upload direct to youtube.
Sylar looked at Nathan in the mirror. Yes, this could be a lot of fun.