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14 June 2007 @ 03:02 pm
Heroes Fic: Illicit  
Posted to heroes_slash


Title: Illicit
Pairing/Characters: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Genesis to Parasite
Summary: Peter uses his powers to consummate his attraction to Nathan
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


It's a whisper, little more than a breath, that undoes him.

He knows Peter can turn invisible.

He knows Peter can absorb the powers of anyone he comes in contact with.

Apparently he's met a telepath.

"I can read your mind."

Out of nowhere, the words materialize in his ear along with warm breath and warm tones that he can and has recognized all the way across a crowded fundraiser.

"Peter..."

Not Pete, because he has to keep this formal, keep this proper. He has to maintain deniability.

"I know you want me."

The seduction, the lust in Peter's voice makes his knees go weak. He puts a hand out to the antique cherry wood desk, but the solid mass does little to stabilize.

This is the last thing he expected.

To be disowned, to be called sick and a freak, yes.

For Peter to want him too is the stuff of a thousand daydreams.

And an equal number of nightmares.

Peter's arms snake around his waist from behind and he wills himself to disinterest fruitlessly. His brother is fitting his body to his own and all he can do is scream in his mind both for Peter to stop and to never stop.

"They're just thoughts, Pete. Nothing more."

The subtext pushes Peter away. His body can't match that order.

A soft rap at the study door sends a jolt through him and he practically leaps away from Peter even though he knows he can't be seen.

"Nathan?"

"Come in," Nathan's voice cracks a little, but Heidi doesn't seem to notice as she stands in the doorway.

"I just wanted to let you know I'm about ready to take the boys up to Hyde Park. Your mother is expecting us for dinner and she wanted to know if you'd be up in time as well."

"Uh, no, actually." Nathan gestures to his desk. "I can't get away until tomorrow. But let me come see you and the boys off..."

He practically runs from the room and closes the door behind him.

Bullet dodged. For now.

-o-

He spends the rest of Friday in meetings or with the staff, trying hard not to be alone for even a minute.

He's jumpy, so on edge even the slightest unexpected touch makes him recoil.

He thinks he feels Peter all around him, fancies he smells his shampoo or hears unexplained footfall.

His campaign manager asks him more than once if he's all right and watches him carefully even after he protests that he is just tired.

He can't focus.

His thoughts are all of Peter - imagining him in his bed, dark hair splayed back against the white pillow as he moans Nathan's name... He can't help but picture a willing Peter, naked and writhing under his touch. It had been hard to shut these illicit thoughts out when he believed Peter would hate him for his unnatural desires, but the idea that Peter wants him as well makes it close to impossible.

Thankfully, a speech draft comes back horrible and he ends up working with his campaign staff to rewrite it, keeping them well past the point of yawning until he approves a final draft and sends them home.

Even the house staff has retired for the night.

He's truly alone.

Or maybe not.

-o-

After a half hour where nothing happens, he talks himself out of a midnight drive to Hyde Park and figures Peter isn't around. Still, to be on the safe side, he closes up the master bedroom and goes to sleep in one of the guest rooms. He figures if Peter shows up he will assume Nathan went upstate to be with the family.

Of course sleep doesn't come.

When he closes his eyes he can't help but imagine Peter looking up at him from beneath those long bangs of his as he kneels down to suck his cock.

When he opens his eyes, he imagines he sees movement in the corner of the room that has to be invisible Peter staring at him. He dismisses it as nerves, but can't fight the sense of being watched. Nathan doesn't know what would be worse torture: having Peter here and trying to resist him or not knowing if Peter is here at all.

After an exasperating hour of tossing and turning, he pads in bare feet to his study for a belt of Scotch. One doesn't seem enough so he has a second before heading back to bed.

He slips between the sheets again and ponders why counting sheep is so maddening.

It takes a while, but the alcohol kicks in and he feels a lull in his obsessive thoughts enough that he can let his eyes drift shut.

It's then he feels the bed shift.

He freezes, holds his breath.

A warm body slips into bed beside him and a broad hand splays itself, familiar and unhesitating, on his bare stomach.

"Nathan..."

He can't move. He can't react. Even when Peter wraps his naked body around him and starts kissing his way up his neck to his jaw line.

He's paralyzed.

"Peter..." he finally chokes out, but his reasoned words disappear when Peter's hand dips just beneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

"If I'd only known you wanted this too..." Peter murmurs in his ear. "So much time wasted..."

The light in the bedroom is dim, but Nathan can see enough to be surprised.

Evidently Peter met someone with telekinesis too.

The blanket slides off his body of its own accord and he watches, eyes wide, as the drawstring on his pajama bottoms unties itself allowing Peter's hand to slip inside.

Peter has always had a powerful draw for Nathan.

Peter with powers - using them to seduce him - is irresistible.

He's helpless.

He begs Heidi for forgiveness in his head, the same way he did before he succumbed to temptation with Niki in Las Vegas.

But that was Vegas and this... This is his family home, albeit a guest bedroom, and Nathan suddenly realizes what a bad idea this was. He all but gave Peter permission by leaving his conjugal bed for neutral territory. Perhaps it was subconscious, perhaps not, but this room has nothing of his wife in it and Peter knows that.

His lack of response finally catches his brother's attention and Peter stills for a moment then lifts himself up on his elbow to gaze down at Nathan's face.

"Is this okay?" he asks, suddenly uncertain.

Nathan is surely going to hell because all rational thought leaves his mind when his eyes automatically focus on the soft curves of Peter's mouth.

His answer is to grab Peter by the back of the head and pull him down into an incendiary kiss.

It's all raw hunger - no finesse.

It's long past 5PM and both of them have rough beards, Peter more so, and Nathan finds that unexpectedly hot.

He ends the kiss and drags his lips across Peter's cheek down to nibble on his jaw line before devouring his neck. There isn't a part of his brother he doesn't want to touch, taste, memorize.

Peter's hands roam freely now and either with his mind or his fingers - Nathan's no longer sure - his pajama bottoms have been eased off him and he's finally bare.

He tugs and Peter comes willingly, covering Nathan's body with his own.

The full frontal contact makes him groan at the long denied pleasure. An answering moan comes from Peter as well.

Impatient, Peter begins to work his way down Nathan's body rapidly - as if he's afraid Nathan will suddenly change his mind - and almost before Nathan can process what's going on Peter is looking up at him from between his legs.

He slows, finally at his destination, and locks eyes with his brother before licking a lazy stripe up the underside of his cock.

Nathan barely has time to gasp before Peter opens his mouth and swallows him whole.

His mouth falls open in a wordless O as his body floods with overwhelming bliss.

In all his years of fantasizing it was never this good. He suspected that Peter might have had some experience with men, but not at this level.

His hands thread into Peter's dark hair and he glances down to find Peter looking back at him with almost a sense of reverence.

He doesn't want it to end like this - not this soon - but when Peter ups his efforts the last shreds of his control fall away and suddenly he's calling out his brother's name as his world explodes into a fireball of ecstasy.

Peter unfolds himself languidly and stretches out on the bed beside him as he comes down.

In just a few breaths he recovers enough to surprise Peter by pinning him to the mattress. His kiss is rough and demanding, forcing Peter to open to him, to submit.

It works.

Peter surrenders.

Now it's Nathan's turn.

His hands claim and possess even as his teeth mark tender skin. He marvels as even the lightest of his bite marks instantly heal and disappear, so he bites harder. Based on Peter's hands clutching his biceps, he likes it and Nathan is happy to oblige.

He comes back up to kiss Peter hard again - reveling in how aggressive he can be and how much his brother wants it - and finally wraps his hand around his shaft.

Peter bucks up into his hand, desperate for contact. Any sounds he makes are caught by Nathan's mouth covering his.

Nathan pumps his fist with little grace, watching Peter intently.

This is what he wants - to see his brother come undone, to watch him give himself over completely.

It's a breathtaking sight.

Peter is gorgeous, flushed and moaning, head thrown back as he climaxes, spasming helplessly under Nathan's unrelenting ministrations.

It's only after he's done that they fall the six inches back down to the bed they'd been unconsciously levitating over.

Breathless, Peter tries to speak, but fails. He settles for expressing his sentiment with touch. His kiss and his caress say more than words ever could.

Once he wakes up Nathan knows he'll see a day of self-loathing and recrimination ahead of him, as if being down 4 points in the polls isn't bad enough. But for now he indulges himself in the single-minded afterglow, letting the world outside take care of itself without him for a night.

Peter curls around him, legs entwined, and pillows his head on his chest.

Nathan encircles him in his arms and lays a gentle kiss on the top of his head.

Peter gestures lazily with one hand and Nathan hears the guest room door lock engage.

Another swipe of his hand and the covers pull themselves up over both of them.

"Handy," Nathan teases.

"I still like your power best," Peter admits bashfully.

"Yes, but you..." Nathan pulls back enough to get a good look at him. "You are full of surprises."

Peter grins and settles in close as Nathan tightens his hold on him.

"The best surprise is that you love me," he says softly.

Nathan lets out a quiet sigh and welcomes the sleep that he knows is finally coming.

He feels Peter's eyelashes flicker against his chest then fall still as his breathing evens out.

"That I do, Pete. That I do..."

-O-
 
 
 
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 14th, 2007 10:03 pm (UTC)
Confession
I got the idea for this from a pinch hit prompt I didn't write. The prompt was written as Peter/Nathan, not Nathan/Peter and that kind of perked my interest. I didn't think any more of it until I got in the mood to fic me some Nathan and realized part way through that Peter was more the aggressor than Nathan for once.

I know it is the convention in some circles to put the dominant partner before the slash in the pairing, while others follow the convention of putting the more popular character first (like lead actor/supporting actor). Some do it by age, putting the eldest first. I tend to do whatever feels right, but I try to be consistent with pairings. (Like Don/Billy is always Don/Billy regardless of the content of the story.) In this case, the fic is more Peter/Nathan than Nathan/Peter, but all my other Petrecest is N/P so I am sticking with that convention, especially since they wind up about equal in the end.

I realized that my last N/P fic had a one word title that started with I as well. Hehehe This wasn't the best title, but I was too tired to fight the muse on it. The word illicit didn't even appear in the fic itself until I did an edit pass. I put it in on purpose since it felt odd not to have it in there. /shrugs/

FWIW, I got a bit lazy on the spoilers. I normally painstakingly go through the fic, pick out all the spoilers and match them to episode titles. But Heroes? This fandom is hellish for spoilers. So much builds on past episodes that it's hard to pin down just the ones involved. I figure this takes place after Claude and before the wind up to the explosion, so I put in the range that it covers. So now I don't have to ponder which episode we found out Nathan has kids, which one has Heidi in it, which one shows them as having an estate in Hyde Park... So mea culpa for my laziness, but at this point I assume almost everyone has seen all of Season 1.

Finally, I don't know why I didn't write Peter using more of his powers in the bedroom before. Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow. Clearly telekinesis is a good one. The healing was a nice bonus as well. I've used flight and invisibility before, so now perhaps I need to think about what else Peter can do. What do you think he absorbed from Sylar? I wonder what the super hearing thing could be used for... Hehehe...

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
One Part Exuberance; Two Parts Obsession: petrecestpenguingal on June 15th, 2007 03:17 am (UTC)
Re: Confession
OMG it's perfect. *HUGS fic to me for ever and ever*

*happy sigh*
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 15th, 2007 05:23 am (UTC)
Re: Confession
YAY!

Oh, I'm so glad you like it!

I tried for PWP and got all this *angst* on top of it! (In this case PWP means Porn with Powers. Hehehe)

I wasn't sure I could pull off Peter in the lead, but I finally got them to float away together. /echoes your happy sigh/

And look! Double Icon Love! (Check out the icon in the post beneath yours. Hee!)

Now, if you'll excuse me I need to chase away a pesky Jensen/JDM smoking bunny. My muse knows I don't do RPS, yet this thing says your porn challenge is the perfect excuse. Argh!
insaneboingo: He - Petrellicestinsaneboingo on June 14th, 2007 10:40 pm (UTC)
Fantastic! Completely hot, and just so sweet.

Loved it.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 15th, 2007 02:57 am (UTC)
Thank you!

Icon love!

Seriously, Heroes offers so much canon fodder for that pairing, it's almost scandalous! They're almost as bad with the Paire!
Keylaneverbelonged on June 15th, 2007 03:43 am (UTC)
GUH (it seems the only word my mind can really... understand at the moment)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 15th, 2007 05:15 am (UTC)
Keyla!!!

Where have you been, woman?

You don't call, you don't write, you don't eat the cookies I leave out for you... ;-)

/nudges plate of snickerdoodles over/

I've missed you!

Thanks for the GUH. That does my heart good. /smiles/
Keylaneverbelonged on June 15th, 2007 02:02 pm (UTC)
I have been really busy, after finals I got work then I'm taking a class (I do read though... /nods/)

/eats snickerdoodles/

mmmmm.

But, I'm not ded. :) /hugs/
ivy_bivy_b on June 15th, 2007 02:49 pm (UTC)
Power-sex is hot. I liked it.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 15th, 2007 10:09 pm (UTC)
Thanks! It is! I only did flight and invisibility before, so now I am wondering if this is one of the reasons Mylar is so popular. As a pairing I don't get it at all. Sure I get some sort of sick codependent vibe from Sylar in regards to Mohinder, but a pairing? /shakes head/ I truly don't see it, but Sylar's powers would make for quite an interesting time in the bedroom...

Now, Peter/Mohinder... /nods/ I could kind of see that...
melissima: Garcia Bravamelissima on June 15th, 2007 05:51 pm (UTC)
is it extraneous to comment when I've already squeed in chat *and* email?

I don't think I care.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I love the way you handle Peter's powers.

And besides that? You is a sneaky one. *nods*


His mouth falls open in a wordless O as his body floods with overwhelming bliss.

In all his years of fantasizing it was never this good. He suspected that Peter might have had some experience with men, but not at this level.

His hands thread into Peter's dark hair and he glances down to find Peter looking back at him with almost a sense of reverence.

He doesn't want it to end like this - not this soon - but when Peter ups his efforts the last shreds of his control fall away and suddenly he's calling out his brother's name as his world explodes into a fireball of ecstasy.


Hee! You and your muse did that so smoothly I didn't even catch how clever it was!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 15th, 2007 10:26 pm (UTC)
Hehehe

You caught that, huh? /grins/

I'd hoped it wasn't too much, but given this took place early enough in the season as far as spoilers went I figured I might sneak it in.

All squees welcome all the time! It makes me so happy when you post comments on my fic even though you usually see it before it's published. (Albeit not always in absolute final draft.) I still don't get that many comments on non-Numb3rs fic, so they are especially welcome on like Heroes and CM and SPN. /hugs/
meg: ustmegselv on June 16th, 2007 10:16 pm (UTC)
Peter with powers - using them to seduce him - is irresistible.

mmm yes, Peter and Nathan and powers and... yes please! That was delicious - thank you! :P
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 16th, 2007 11:36 pm (UTC)
YW! Quite yummy, I agree. Clearly I must write Powers!Sex again in the future. I have an odd yen to try this out with Peter/Mohinder or even Evil!Peter/Mohinder... (Can't bring myself to write Sylar slash just yet.)
alem on July 6th, 2007 07:39 pm (UTC)
Yum. This is intriguing and hot. And also my favorite pairing so, you know, that doesn't hurt either.

I love how well you captured Nathan's voice, I could clearly heard it in my head.

I also love a more aggressive Peter that what we see in the show so far. I would love to see more of this Peter on screen.

Thanks for sharing. This was a lovely tasty treat for a Friday afternoon that's going far too slowly for my taste.