Ficlet: This is not a fairytale
Title: This is not a fairytale
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: Hard R - Adult
Prompt: Day 3 for
theyreitalian
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, and other folks who aren't me. This is for fun only, never profit.
Summary: Peter knows this story by heart.
You know the story.
He'll suck you and he'll fuck you, but he won't kiss you. Not on the mouth, not ever. He licks and he bites his way down your chest, leaving angry marks that say mine and Nathan's starting at your neck and fading below your hips. He'll get on his knees and wrap his long fingers around you and suck you until tears form in your eyes and he pulls away to let you come all over his mouth. He drags his tongue across his lips, looking you right in the eye as he does it, and you think if he'd let you, you'd even kiss him right now, lick your come off of his lips, push your tongue into his perfect mouth, and not think a thing about it.
Chapter Two
He'll fuck you the way he does everything; thoroughly and with purpose. He's always been a perfectionist and he always manages to time it just perfectly, so at the exact moment you feel that familiar feverish burn spreading through you, he wraps his fingers around your cock and pulls once, twice and thrusts inside of you (once, twice), and you spill over his hand and your stomach as he comes hot and sticky inside of you.
You'll pull him against you, sweat-slickened muscles sliding together, and he'll kiss you. Neck, jaw, behind your ear, but not on the mouth. Not ever on the mouth. Sometimes it makes you feel like a whore, but you remind yourself that Nathan is your brother and he loves you,. Then you have to remind yourself to believe it.
Turn the page
"Why won't you kiss me?"
You'll ask him again, like you've asked him so many times before, and every time you'll get the same answer. Nathan throwing his legs over the side of the bed, glaring at you like you've done something more appalling than lick your younger brother's semen off of your lips. Your hair falls in your face, sticking to the wet tears that roll down your cheeks as you pull your knees against your chest and silently watch him dress.
"I love you," He says before he leaves and takes your face in his large hands, pressing his lips to your hair affectionately, just another page in the book.
The End
"I know," You murmur as he walks out the door, trying to scratch away the feeling his lips left on your skin. You wince as the door snicks shut, finding it ironic that you've come to associate such a small, insignificant noise with so much pain. You curl into a ball on top of the sheets after watching the cab pull off and lay there until you fall asleep, wondering if this is how the story is always going to end.
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: Hard R - Adult
Prompt: Day 3 for
theyreitalian
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, and other folks who aren't me. This is for fun only, never profit.
Summary: Peter knows this story by heart.
You know the story.
He'll suck you and he'll fuck you, but he won't kiss you. Not on the mouth, not ever. He licks and he bites his way down your chest, leaving angry marks that say mine and Nathan's starting at your neck and fading below your hips. He'll get on his knees and wrap his long fingers around you and suck you until tears form in your eyes and he pulls away to let you come all over his mouth. He drags his tongue across his lips, looking you right in the eye as he does it, and you think if he'd let you, you'd even kiss him right now, lick your come off of his lips, push your tongue into his perfect mouth, and not think a thing about it.
Chapter Two
He'll fuck you the way he does everything; thoroughly and with purpose. He's always been a perfectionist and he always manages to time it just perfectly, so at the exact moment you feel that familiar feverish burn spreading through you, he wraps his fingers around your cock and pulls once, twice and thrusts inside of you (once, twice), and you spill over his hand and your stomach as he comes hot and sticky inside of you.
You'll pull him against you, sweat-slickened muscles sliding together, and he'll kiss you. Neck, jaw, behind your ear, but not on the mouth. Not ever on the mouth. Sometimes it makes you feel like a whore, but you remind yourself that Nathan is your brother and he loves you,. Then you have to remind yourself to believe it.
Turn the page
"Why won't you kiss me?"
You'll ask him again, like you've asked him so many times before, and every time you'll get the same answer. Nathan throwing his legs over the side of the bed, glaring at you like you've done something more appalling than lick your younger brother's semen off of your lips. Your hair falls in your face, sticking to the wet tears that roll down your cheeks as you pull your knees against your chest and silently watch him dress.
"I love you," He says before he leaves and takes your face in his large hands, pressing his lips to your hair affectionately, just another page in the book.
The End
"I know," You murmur as he walks out the door, trying to scratch away the feeling his lips left on your skin. You wince as the door snicks shut, finding it ironic that you've come to associate such a small, insignificant noise with so much pain. You curl into a ball on top of the sheets after watching the cab pull off and lay there until you fall asleep, wondering if this is how the story is always going to end.