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Author: Ca
Title: Shock and Awe (3/?)
Fandom: Heroes/Doctor Who
Pairing: Plaude, 9th doctor/Peter
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Disclaimer: Not mine. etc.
Warnings: slash, randomness, 5YG
Summary: Claude comes back, 5 years late. And he's got a secret... Betaed by shadowkittykat_ :)
Word Count: 973
All was forgotten with the whir of the Tardis, but Peter was still out of his skull. Panicking like a little girl.
"What was that back there?" he demanded none-too-kindly as they tipped aimlessly through space.
Claude's face belied not a worry in the world. It angered Peter for whatever petty reason.
"You said you'd take me home - so do it. Take me back."
An unreadable emotion passed over The Doctor's face, but he only nodded, inputting the correct coordinates.
"You think I'd lie to ye? After all these years?"
Peter didn't answer, just turned away.
==
They stepped out of the small police box, though Peter certainly knew better by now. Claude made a grab for his hand, but he pulled away, watching as "The Doctor" locked up the Tardis behind them.
"What does "Tardis" mean anyway?" he asked, only half-expecting an answer as he marched down the street (if one could really call it that anymore) towards the strip-club. Then Peter looked back, a hopeless expression on that split face - still beautiful, The Doctor thought reluctantly. "Is it an acronym?"
The tone in Peter's voice reminded him of sparring on rooftops, another lifetime ago. Claude laughed, deep in his throat, cut short by a smack to the arm. He only laughed harder.
==
"Who the fuck is this, Peter?" Niki snapped, an octave away from screaming. Peter winced.
"A friend," Peter replied softly, and there was that feeling again. The one that made him feel twelve. "Niki, this is Claude Raines."
"Nice to meet ya, Miss," Claude said with a bright smile, shaking her hand once before he dropped it. Mirthfully, he turned to Peter. "You sure picked yerself a live one."
Peter smacked him again to mask his amusement.
"I need to talk to you, Peter." They all turned as one, and there was Hiro Nakamura. Older, jaded. Claude couldn't help thinking it was a shame. Dark eyes flashed on The Doctor, but his expression clearly spoke of something more important than introductions.
Peter and Hiro disappeared for ten, eleven minutes - not that Claude was keeping track. That's why he didn't know that after six, Niki rolled her eyes and retook the stage. It interested The Doctor, on a purely human level of course, that her stage name was Jessica. He wondered idly if she and her alter had integrated, after all. Probably the only way Peter and she could get together...
Twelve minutes and the two time-travellers reappeared. Hiro looked to be in a hurry - he nodded to Claude and was on his way out.
"What's the rush?" The Doctor asked lightly, inclining his head toward Peter.
"I can't go with you." It was just a whisper, and Peter didn't look at him as he said it. Without a thought, Claude took him by the chin and tipped his head up.
"Hey," he said easily, smiling in a way Claude never would have five years ago. "What is it?"
Neither of them noticed Niki watching, nor her expression hardening; her pace quickening as she danced for the crowd.
"Poodle..." His tone was warning, but there was nothing serious behind it. Just concern.
"Look, I can't go with you, alright!" Peter smacked his hand away.
The Doctor wanted nothing more than to kiss him right then.
==
The TARDIS, which was really not the best acronym he could've come up with, if he were to be honest. But The Doctor had learned a long while ago that honesty didn't usually get him very far.
He started when Peter ran through the door, slamming it behind himself and leaning as he caught his breath, chest heaving.
"I was afraid you had left."
The Doctor only grinned knowingly, and they were off again.
==
"Can we fix it?"
"I'm afraid not."
"And why the Hell not?"
"We can only fix what's wrong with the timeline, Peter. Not what we want to change."
==
Despite all Claude's protesting, he knew he'd give in to Peter eventually. After all, it was only a matter of time. Five years in the past and they were flying - Claude in the TARDIS, Peter of his own volition.
"You can only say goodbye, Poodle, nothin' more." He recalled his own words, and almost regretted them as he opened the TARDIS and his arms to Peter.
"Don't cry," he said carefully, wiping the tears away as they soared through days and years, into a week and back again. Months were as minutes and a fortnight lasted leap years. Through time and space and all that laid between as Peter sobbed into The Doctor's arms, young and so vulnerable.
Claude hated tears. And so when Peter leant up to look him in the eye, he did the logical thing and kissed him. They stayed like that for a long time--no time at all, lips frozen together, their arms grappling for purchase on each other's arms; shoulders. And then Peter's shirt was across the floor and gasps of pain and loss turned to pleasure and longing.
"Waited so long for this," Claude mumbled into taut flesh, mouthing the hard stomach as deft fingers worked at Peter's buckle. If he had known this was the way to get the younger man to shut up he might have done it a lot sooner, but probably not.
He wrapped his lips around Peter's cock, laughing around the shaft as Peter squeezed his shoulders, hips thrusting blindly.
"No hurry now, Poodle."
"Stop calling me that."
The Doctor laughed again, and was rewarded with Peter's cum in his mouth.
==
The Doctor had never allowed himself to get involved, he told himself. He knew that wasn't even close to the truth, but none of them were like this. None of them... were Peter Petrelli.
Title: Shock and Awe (3/?)
Fandom: Heroes/Doctor Who
Pairing: Plaude, 9th doctor/Peter
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Disclaimer: Not mine. etc.
Warnings: slash, randomness, 5YG
Summary: Claude comes back, 5 years late. And he's got a secret... Betaed by shadowkittykat_ :)
Word Count: 973
All was forgotten with the whir of the Tardis, but Peter was still out of his skull. Panicking like a little girl.
"What was that back there?" he demanded none-too-kindly as they tipped aimlessly through space.
Claude's face belied not a worry in the world. It angered Peter for whatever petty reason.
"You said you'd take me home - so do it. Take me back."
An unreadable emotion passed over The Doctor's face, but he only nodded, inputting the correct coordinates.
"You think I'd lie to ye? After all these years?"
Peter didn't answer, just turned away.
==
They stepped out of the small police box, though Peter certainly knew better by now. Claude made a grab for his hand, but he pulled away, watching as "The Doctor" locked up the Tardis behind them.
"What does "Tardis" mean anyway?" he asked, only half-expecting an answer as he marched down the street (if one could really call it that anymore) towards the strip-club. Then Peter looked back, a hopeless expression on that split face - still beautiful, The Doctor thought reluctantly. "Is it an acronym?"
The tone in Peter's voice reminded him of sparring on rooftops, another lifetime ago. Claude laughed, deep in his throat, cut short by a smack to the arm. He only laughed harder.
==
"Who the fuck is this, Peter?" Niki snapped, an octave away from screaming. Peter winced.
"A friend," Peter replied softly, and there was that feeling again. The one that made him feel twelve. "Niki, this is Claude Raines."
"Nice to meet ya, Miss," Claude said with a bright smile, shaking her hand once before he dropped it. Mirthfully, he turned to Peter. "You sure picked yerself a live one."
Peter smacked him again to mask his amusement.
"I need to talk to you, Peter." They all turned as one, and there was Hiro Nakamura. Older, jaded. Claude couldn't help thinking it was a shame. Dark eyes flashed on The Doctor, but his expression clearly spoke of something more important than introductions.
Peter and Hiro disappeared for ten, eleven minutes - not that Claude was keeping track. That's why he didn't know that after six, Niki rolled her eyes and retook the stage. It interested The Doctor, on a purely human level of course, that her stage name was Jessica. He wondered idly if she and her alter had integrated, after all. Probably the only way Peter and she could get together...
Twelve minutes and the two time-travellers reappeared. Hiro looked to be in a hurry - he nodded to Claude and was on his way out.
"What's the rush?" The Doctor asked lightly, inclining his head toward Peter.
"I can't go with you." It was just a whisper, and Peter didn't look at him as he said it. Without a thought, Claude took him by the chin and tipped his head up.
"Hey," he said easily, smiling in a way Claude never would have five years ago. "What is it?"
Neither of them noticed Niki watching, nor her expression hardening; her pace quickening as she danced for the crowd.
"Poodle..." His tone was warning, but there was nothing serious behind it. Just concern.
"Look, I can't go with you, alright!" Peter smacked his hand away.
The Doctor wanted nothing more than to kiss him right then.
==
The TARDIS, which was really not the best acronym he could've come up with, if he were to be honest. But The Doctor had learned a long while ago that honesty didn't usually get him very far.
He started when Peter ran through the door, slamming it behind himself and leaning as he caught his breath, chest heaving.
"I was afraid you had left."
The Doctor only grinned knowingly, and they were off again.
==
"Can we fix it?"
"I'm afraid not."
"And why the Hell not?"
"We can only fix what's wrong with the timeline, Peter. Not what we want to change."
==
Despite all Claude's protesting, he knew he'd give in to Peter eventually. After all, it was only a matter of time. Five years in the past and they were flying - Claude in the TARDIS, Peter of his own volition.
"You can only say goodbye, Poodle, nothin' more." He recalled his own words, and almost regretted them as he opened the TARDIS and his arms to Peter.
"Don't cry," he said carefully, wiping the tears away as they soared through days and years, into a week and back again. Months were as minutes and a fortnight lasted leap years. Through time and space and all that laid between as Peter sobbed into The Doctor's arms, young and so vulnerable.
Claude hated tears. And so when Peter leant up to look him in the eye, he did the logical thing and kissed him. They stayed like that for a long time--no time at all, lips frozen together, their arms grappling for purchase on each other's arms; shoulders. And then Peter's shirt was across the floor and gasps of pain and loss turned to pleasure and longing.
"Waited so long for this," Claude mumbled into taut flesh, mouthing the hard stomach as deft fingers worked at Peter's buckle. If he had known this was the way to get the younger man to shut up he might have done it a lot sooner, but probably not.
He wrapped his lips around Peter's cock, laughing around the shaft as Peter squeezed his shoulders, hips thrusting blindly.
"No hurry now, Poodle."
"Stop calling me that."
The Doctor laughed again, and was rewarded with Peter's cum in his mouth.
==
The Doctor had never allowed himself to get involved, he told himself. He knew that wasn't even close to the truth, but none of them were like this. None of them... were Peter Petrelli.