Prompt: Day 7
Title: Burn
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: Hard R
Prompt: day 7
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, and other folks who aren’t me. This is for fun only, never profit.
I took his power, Nathan. I can’t control it.
Flying - the wind whipping around you feels so good. Cool. Soothing. Nathan-
Let go Nathan, Just let me go.
He’s burning, just like you are, but Nathan can’t come back from this like you can. You push away, he pulls you back. You go, I go. But you can’t let him go out like this. Nathan’s important. He’s got important things to do in life. He needs to live - you need him to live. You gather all the strength you have left that isn’t concentrating on holding in the raw energy bubbling inside of you and push him away.
Nathan falls. You fall. And then you burn.
***
Peter gasps, twisting the sheets around his torso as he jolts forward involuntarily, unaware that he’s screaming like a terrified child until he feels Nathan’s cool hand on his shoulder and hears his soft, calming voice next to his ear.
“It’s just a nightmare,” He whispers, stroking Peter’s collarbone with the pad of his thumb. “You were only dreaming. Go back to sleep.”
“Can’t,” Peter murmurs, rolling over to the bedside table to grab a bottle of a pills, downing a hand full that probably won’t do any good. “Every time I close my eyes I see your face.”
“That night?”
“Yeah,” Peter nods, letting his head fall back onto the cool pillowcase, closing his eyes as Nathan’s fingers fan out over his belly, the tips slipping subtly under the waistband of his boxers.
He loves how Nathan always knows what he needs, without having to ask or even look at him. Nathan knows the only way to get Peter back to sleep after one of his vivid nightmares of that night is to fuck him senseless, mindless, until he falls into a coma-like state from Nathan turning him inside out and making him forget.
He begs Nathan to fuck him harder, faster, harder goddamit, and Nathan complies, on nights like this at least, because he knows that this is what Peter needs. He grips Peter’s hips so hard that fingerprint shaped bruises fade just as quickly as they appear, and Nathan drives home. Peter screams as Nathan splits him apart and they both come, white hot and violent, and Peter burns from the inside out.
“Don’t leave me,” He mumbles quietly as he rolls onto his side, finally feeling like he can sleep.
“Not ever,” Nathan murmurs as he kisses Peter’s bare shoulder. “Sweet dreams, Pete.”
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: Hard R
Prompt: day 7
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, and other folks who aren’t me. This is for fun only, never profit.
I took his power, Nathan. I can’t control it.
Flying - the wind whipping around you feels so good. Cool. Soothing. Nathan-
Let go Nathan, Just let me go.
He’s burning, just like you are, but Nathan can’t come back from this like you can. You push away, he pulls you back. You go, I go. But you can’t let him go out like this. Nathan’s important. He’s got important things to do in life. He needs to live - you need him to live. You gather all the strength you have left that isn’t concentrating on holding in the raw energy bubbling inside of you and push him away.
Nathan falls. You fall. And then you burn.
***
Peter gasps, twisting the sheets around his torso as he jolts forward involuntarily, unaware that he’s screaming like a terrified child until he feels Nathan’s cool hand on his shoulder and hears his soft, calming voice next to his ear.
“It’s just a nightmare,” He whispers, stroking Peter’s collarbone with the pad of his thumb. “You were only dreaming. Go back to sleep.”
“Can’t,” Peter murmurs, rolling over to the bedside table to grab a bottle of a pills, downing a hand full that probably won’t do any good. “Every time I close my eyes I see your face.”
“That night?”
“Yeah,” Peter nods, letting his head fall back onto the cool pillowcase, closing his eyes as Nathan’s fingers fan out over his belly, the tips slipping subtly under the waistband of his boxers.
He loves how Nathan always knows what he needs, without having to ask or even look at him. Nathan knows the only way to get Peter back to sleep after one of his vivid nightmares of that night is to fuck him senseless, mindless, until he falls into a coma-like state from Nathan turning him inside out and making him forget.
He begs Nathan to fuck him harder, faster, harder goddamit, and Nathan complies, on nights like this at least, because he knows that this is what Peter needs. He grips Peter’s hips so hard that fingerprint shaped bruises fade just as quickly as they appear, and Nathan drives home. Peter screams as Nathan splits him apart and they both come, white hot and violent, and Peter burns from the inside out.
“Don’t leave me,” He mumbles quietly as he rolls onto his side, finally feeling like he can sleep.
“Not ever,” Nathan murmurs as he kisses Peter’s bare shoulder. “Sweet dreams, Pete.”