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alwaysenduphere) wrote2007-12-21 09:56 pm
alwaysenduphere) wrote2007-12-21 09:56 pm
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Fic: Biblical
Title: Biblical
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darkmerrick
Word Count: 768
Rating: PG-13, light R maybe for incest.
Characters/Pairing: Peter/Nathan
Spoilers: Five Years Gone Universe.
Disclaimers: Purely to feed my obsession, I own no parts.
Summary: After Sylar reveals that Nathan's dead, Peter flashes back to their last good moment together.
A/n:I wanted this to be more...explicit, but I just can't write sex. At least not Petrellicest.
“Brother versus Brother,” the figure said, advancing on him. At this point, Peter knew the man in front of him wasn’t his brother; his brother couldn’t walk through walls. He certainly wasn’t prepared for the figure to morph into Sylar, however. As Sylar spoke, Peter took the grief that was beginning to consume him and channeled it through his red-hot hands, turning it into anger and hatred for what Sylar had done in his brother’s name. His brother, dead and brainless somewhere.
He thought back to the day he’d seen Nathan’s announcement, his first official act as president: to make everyone aware of people with abilities. He’d begun to hate Nathan a little bit that day, but now he wondered if it even was him.
He thought back even further, days after he’d exploded in the middle of a New York city block and destroyed .07% of the world’s population. He’d recovered physically, save the scar he was glad had never healed, using it as a reminder of what happened when he felt too much. Mentally had been another world altogether. After the explosion, he’d withdrawn inside himself for weeks, barely went out into public. Nathan had managed to find him eventually, and in his mangled and weathered state, he’d been in no condition to refuse the help Nathan gave him. But now he wondered if even that had been his Nate.
He was his Nate, for all intents and purposes, too. They were brothers, but they were more. They were inseparable, unbreakable. He cursed himself for not knowing his brother was dead, for not realizing that Nathan could never do the atrocities that Sylar had done in his name.
His hands burned hotter, matching his anger. The image of Nathan in bed came. It was the day Nathan had found him. They were brothers, and then they were more.
“I missed you, Pete.” Nathan had mumbled, his hands running through Peter’s unruly hair. Peter couldn’t bring himself to speak to respond; his state of shock was still deeply rooted. Instead, he’d kissed Nathan, the only way he could think of to relay the same message. He’d been in such an emotionally shell-shocked state for so long, he was overwhelmed the very moment he let himself feel again.
Nathan had held him, for what seemed like eternity, as he’d sobbed incoherently. Nathan had soothed him down, whispering, calming him, holding him. When he’d calmed down, he whispered, “I love you, Nate.” Nathan had taken the words as his cue, and captured Peter’s tear-stained lips with his own. He started out gentle, not wanting to force Peter too soon, but Peter submitted eagerly, succumbing to the passion he hadn’t felt in so long. Nathan’s hands roamed Peter’s body, stripping him of clothes. Peter watched Nathan’s face as he marveled at the lack of damage from the explosion and how beautiful Peter was, naked on the bed underneath him.
Peter’s emotions came upon him like a wave, as he realized how much he had missed Nathan. His Nathan. They were brothers, always, but they were something more, something that transcended the biblical meaning of the word.
**
The stinging feeling of cold overwhelmed Peter’s senses, bringing him back into his surroundings, as Sylar used one of his many powers. Peter’s thoughts returned to Ted, and he instantly burned hot and bright once again. With that memory of Nathan fresh on his mind, he reminded himself that there was no way Nathan wasn’t with him that night, no way that this killer had been there. Love like that couldn’t be mimicked.
His Nathan had brought him back from the brink of death, only to have been killed sometime later. Inwardly, Peter wept. It was the only emotion he’d allowed himself in a long time, other than hate. And he had plenty of hate. For Sylar, for killing his brother, for himself, for exploding in the first place and setting the entire cosmos in motion, but mostly just for life itself. But it wasn’t hate that was going to save him this time. If anything, hate would cause him to act rashly and he needed to hold out for…What? He wondered. He was the last hero standing, supposed save the world, he bitterly realized.
He pictured Nathan’s face in his head, his beautiful knowing eyes boring into his soul, giving him the strength to continue on. He focused, and he begun his counterattack on the man who’d killed and stolen that beautiful face. He knew the fight would be never-ending. He didn’t care; Nathan’s memory, his Nathan, was worth fighting for eternity.
Author:
darkmerrickWord Count: 768
Rating: PG-13, light R maybe for incest.
Characters/Pairing: Peter/Nathan
Spoilers: Five Years Gone Universe.
Disclaimers: Purely to feed my obsession, I own no parts.
Summary: After Sylar reveals that Nathan's dead, Peter flashes back to their last good moment together.
A/n:I wanted this to be more...explicit, but I just can't write sex. At least not Petrellicest.
“Brother versus Brother,” the figure said, advancing on him. At this point, Peter knew the man in front of him wasn’t his brother; his brother couldn’t walk through walls. He certainly wasn’t prepared for the figure to morph into Sylar, however. As Sylar spoke, Peter took the grief that was beginning to consume him and channeled it through his red-hot hands, turning it into anger and hatred for what Sylar had done in his brother’s name. His brother, dead and brainless somewhere.
He thought back to the day he’d seen Nathan’s announcement, his first official act as president: to make everyone aware of people with abilities. He’d begun to hate Nathan a little bit that day, but now he wondered if it even was him.
He thought back even further, days after he’d exploded in the middle of a New York city block and destroyed .07% of the world’s population. He’d recovered physically, save the scar he was glad had never healed, using it as a reminder of what happened when he felt too much. Mentally had been another world altogether. After the explosion, he’d withdrawn inside himself for weeks, barely went out into public. Nathan had managed to find him eventually, and in his mangled and weathered state, he’d been in no condition to refuse the help Nathan gave him. But now he wondered if even that had been his Nate.
He was his Nate, for all intents and purposes, too. They were brothers, but they were more. They were inseparable, unbreakable. He cursed himself for not knowing his brother was dead, for not realizing that Nathan could never do the atrocities that Sylar had done in his name.
His hands burned hotter, matching his anger. The image of Nathan in bed came. It was the day Nathan had found him. They were brothers, and then they were more.
“I missed you, Pete.” Nathan had mumbled, his hands running through Peter’s unruly hair. Peter couldn’t bring himself to speak to respond; his state of shock was still deeply rooted. Instead, he’d kissed Nathan, the only way he could think of to relay the same message. He’d been in such an emotionally shell-shocked state for so long, he was overwhelmed the very moment he let himself feel again.
Nathan had held him, for what seemed like eternity, as he’d sobbed incoherently. Nathan had soothed him down, whispering, calming him, holding him. When he’d calmed down, he whispered, “I love you, Nate.” Nathan had taken the words as his cue, and captured Peter’s tear-stained lips with his own. He started out gentle, not wanting to force Peter too soon, but Peter submitted eagerly, succumbing to the passion he hadn’t felt in so long. Nathan’s hands roamed Peter’s body, stripping him of clothes. Peter watched Nathan’s face as he marveled at the lack of damage from the explosion and how beautiful Peter was, naked on the bed underneath him.
Peter’s emotions came upon him like a wave, as he realized how much he had missed Nathan. His Nathan. They were brothers, always, but they were something more, something that transcended the biblical meaning of the word.
**
The stinging feeling of cold overwhelmed Peter’s senses, bringing him back into his surroundings, as Sylar used one of his many powers. Peter’s thoughts returned to Ted, and he instantly burned hot and bright once again. With that memory of Nathan fresh on his mind, he reminded himself that there was no way Nathan wasn’t with him that night, no way that this killer had been there. Love like that couldn’t be mimicked.
His Nathan had brought him back from the brink of death, only to have been killed sometime later. Inwardly, Peter wept. It was the only emotion he’d allowed himself in a long time, other than hate. And he had plenty of hate. For Sylar, for killing his brother, for himself, for exploding in the first place and setting the entire cosmos in motion, but mostly just for life itself. But it wasn’t hate that was going to save him this time. If anything, hate would cause him to act rashly and he needed to hold out for…What? He wondered. He was the last hero standing, supposed save the world, he bitterly realized.
He pictured Nathan’s face in his head, his beautiful knowing eyes boring into his soul, giving him the strength to continue on. He focused, and he begun his counterattack on the man who’d killed and stolen that beautiful face. He knew the fight would be never-ending. He didn’t care; Nathan’s memory, his Nathan, was worth fighting for eternity.
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