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alwaysenduphere) wrote2008-01-21 07:45 pm
alwaysenduphere) wrote2008-01-21 07:45 pm
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Fic: Friction
Title: Friction
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darkmerrick
Word Count:1117
Rating: R for non-con
Characters/Pairing: Peter/Nathan
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: Not mine
A/n: Written for the Heroes Kink Meme. Apparently I have dark thoughts this time around.
They were brothers, so they fought, occasionally. Usually it was Nathan who initiated it, although he would always blame it on Peter. Peter, who wasn’t doing anything with his life; Peter with his head in the clouds.
Peter had recently moved into his own apartment, but because of his lack of a steady job, he was forced to ask for money from his brother. Never his parents. Angela and Arthur would’ve never given him money, not after he’d renounced their support and moved out against their wishes. So that left Nathan to always pick up Peter’s pieces. He didn’t mind, most of the time, because he loved Peter. Too much, sometimes, he wondered. And he wondered if Peter used him because of it.
**
“Just enough to get me through the week?” Peter asked, knowing his brother was tired of giving him money, knowing he was tired of asking. But he didn’t know what else to do. Life wasn’t going how he’d imagined it; he wasn’t becoming the person he’d dreamed about becoming, but he wasn’t ready to give up on the dream.
Nathan was expecting the question. He got it quite frequently when he visited Peter, but there was something about hearing it this time, after a hard day at the office getting reprimanded and a huge loss in the courtroom, that something inside him broke. “Damnit, Pete! I’m so tired of this!”
Peter’s eyes widened at his brother’s sudden outburst. Nathan was a master of steely control; shouting wasn’t in his repertoire. So when Peter replied dejectedly, “I know. I don’t know what else to do, Nate. I know, I KNOW that somewhere out there, there’s some destiny waiting for me,” he wasn’t expecting Nathan to bound on top of him, clasp a palm around his neck.
**
Something was broken inside Nathan, and it wasn’t just that his day sucked and Peter was asking him for money again. It was all the years listening to Peter ramble on about his destiny, how he knew he had one but he just couldn’t find what it was. It was all the times spent comforting Peter because of his misguided dreams, the time spent listening to him, teaching him. Peter was Nathan’s world, and it hurt him that he couldn’t be happy with what he did have.
**
It began like any other fight between brothers, grasping at arms and flinging each other around. At some point they tumbled to the ground, still wrestling. Peter, with his scrawny, underdeveloped frame, started losing the battle, pinned under Nathan’s larger, muscular frame.
Nathan gripped both of Peter’s skinny wrists with one hand. He knew he had the advantage, knew he’d eventually end up with it even though Peter, as usual, gave a good fight and was never ready to surrender. And so Nathan had Peter pinned underneath him, struggling to break free, his wrists turning red beneath the friction of Nathan’s huge hand.
But the friction on Peter’s wrists was not what Nathan was focusing on anymore. Because there, straddling his brother, another type of friction was eating at him, one below the belt he shouldn’t have been enjoying, and yet was as Peter writhed under him.
His grip on Peter’s writs tightened, and he sunk his weight into keeping Peter down. Peter stopped struggling finally, admitting defeat. He looked up at Nathan expectantly, defeat written on his face. Now was the time when Nathan sternly reprimanded him, climbed off him and gave him the money despite the fight.
But Nathan didn’t move. Instead, he stilled on top of Peter and his eyes clouded over. Peter still stared, wide-eyed and innocent. The look remained all the way until Nathan’s lips slammed into Peter’s.
A muffled gasp came from Peter. They’d kissed before, chaste kisses portraying all the emotions of brothers who love each other. But not this kind of love, never this. Peter struggled underneath Nathan again, trying to push him off, but something carnal had possessed Nathan, and he wasn’t going to come back from it until the need was satisfied. But Peter knew none of this as he struggled underneath Nathan’s hardening cock.
**
It’s not the same feeling for Nathan with Peter as it is with Heidi. With Heidi, there’s caring, trust, all the normal emotions a semi-stable married couple has for each other. With Peter, it’s almost an animalistic love, carnal and devoid of anything but need. It’s his need for Peter that drives him into tearing down his pants, his cock desperate to be released from the confines of them. He can’t bring himself to look away from Peter’s eyes. Peter alternates between squeezing his eyes shut to block out what’s happening to staring at Nathan wide-eyed and innocent. It’s the latter that stops Nathan momentarily, a voice in his head whispering, “This is wrong, don’t do it. He’s your brother.”
He listens, for a minute, but the moment Peter thinks he can get away, tries to wiggle away, the friction once again bringing Nathan back to the present, what he’s in the middle of. His grip tightens on Peter’s wrists. “Nate, please.” Peter whispers. He looks so childish, so innocent underneath Nathan, and suddenly Nathan can’t bear to look at his face. So he flips him over, and suddenly it’s Peter’s back, strong and fragile all at the same time, that’s arousing him. Peter’s face is pinned to the floor and Nathan knows what he’s about to do is about as far from brothers as he could possibly get, but he’s passed caring.
He jerks Peter’s pants down, amazed at how they stayed up on his ass in the first place as loose as they were. He drags a finger over Peter’s ass, and Peter involuntarily shivers underneath him. Nathan’s overcome with lust, his need for Peter the only thing in his mind, filling his senses.
He’s not sure what to do; it’s not every day he forces himself on a man. Peter’s crying underneath him as he sticks a finger in him, so he quickly pulls it out. He doesn’t want to hurt Peter, his brother, his love. Because that’s what he’s become.
“Pete,” he whispers, and Peter stills beneath him. “I just wanted you to know, I love you, more than anything in the world. I love you.”
He’s still mumbling “I love you” when he spits in his hand, lubricates himself and shoves his way into Peter’s ass. Peter lets out a bloodcurdling scream, but Nathan’s lost inside his brother, the friction created from his thrusting enveloping his senses, his very being.
Peter just sobs, something other than just skin breaking inside him as his brother thrusts into him.
**
Author:
darkmerrick Word Count:1117
Rating: R for non-con
Characters/Pairing: Peter/Nathan
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: Not mine
A/n: Written for the Heroes Kink Meme. Apparently I have dark thoughts this time around.
They were brothers, so they fought, occasionally. Usually it was Nathan who initiated it, although he would always blame it on Peter. Peter, who wasn’t doing anything with his life; Peter with his head in the clouds.
Peter had recently moved into his own apartment, but because of his lack of a steady job, he was forced to ask for money from his brother. Never his parents. Angela and Arthur would’ve never given him money, not after he’d renounced their support and moved out against their wishes. So that left Nathan to always pick up Peter’s pieces. He didn’t mind, most of the time, because he loved Peter. Too much, sometimes, he wondered. And he wondered if Peter used him because of it.
**
“Just enough to get me through the week?” Peter asked, knowing his brother was tired of giving him money, knowing he was tired of asking. But he didn’t know what else to do. Life wasn’t going how he’d imagined it; he wasn’t becoming the person he’d dreamed about becoming, but he wasn’t ready to give up on the dream.
Nathan was expecting the question. He got it quite frequently when he visited Peter, but there was something about hearing it this time, after a hard day at the office getting reprimanded and a huge loss in the courtroom, that something inside him broke. “Damnit, Pete! I’m so tired of this!”
Peter’s eyes widened at his brother’s sudden outburst. Nathan was a master of steely control; shouting wasn’t in his repertoire. So when Peter replied dejectedly, “I know. I don’t know what else to do, Nate. I know, I KNOW that somewhere out there, there’s some destiny waiting for me,” he wasn’t expecting Nathan to bound on top of him, clasp a palm around his neck.
**
Something was broken inside Nathan, and it wasn’t just that his day sucked and Peter was asking him for money again. It was all the years listening to Peter ramble on about his destiny, how he knew he had one but he just couldn’t find what it was. It was all the times spent comforting Peter because of his misguided dreams, the time spent listening to him, teaching him. Peter was Nathan’s world, and it hurt him that he couldn’t be happy with what he did have.
**
It began like any other fight between brothers, grasping at arms and flinging each other around. At some point they tumbled to the ground, still wrestling. Peter, with his scrawny, underdeveloped frame, started losing the battle, pinned under Nathan’s larger, muscular frame.
Nathan gripped both of Peter’s skinny wrists with one hand. He knew he had the advantage, knew he’d eventually end up with it even though Peter, as usual, gave a good fight and was never ready to surrender. And so Nathan had Peter pinned underneath him, struggling to break free, his wrists turning red beneath the friction of Nathan’s huge hand.
But the friction on Peter’s wrists was not what Nathan was focusing on anymore. Because there, straddling his brother, another type of friction was eating at him, one below the belt he shouldn’t have been enjoying, and yet was as Peter writhed under him.
His grip on Peter’s writs tightened, and he sunk his weight into keeping Peter down. Peter stopped struggling finally, admitting defeat. He looked up at Nathan expectantly, defeat written on his face. Now was the time when Nathan sternly reprimanded him, climbed off him and gave him the money despite the fight.
But Nathan didn’t move. Instead, he stilled on top of Peter and his eyes clouded over. Peter still stared, wide-eyed and innocent. The look remained all the way until Nathan’s lips slammed into Peter’s.
A muffled gasp came from Peter. They’d kissed before, chaste kisses portraying all the emotions of brothers who love each other. But not this kind of love, never this. Peter struggled underneath Nathan again, trying to push him off, but something carnal had possessed Nathan, and he wasn’t going to come back from it until the need was satisfied. But Peter knew none of this as he struggled underneath Nathan’s hardening cock.
**
It’s not the same feeling for Nathan with Peter as it is with Heidi. With Heidi, there’s caring, trust, all the normal emotions a semi-stable married couple has for each other. With Peter, it’s almost an animalistic love, carnal and devoid of anything but need. It’s his need for Peter that drives him into tearing down his pants, his cock desperate to be released from the confines of them. He can’t bring himself to look away from Peter’s eyes. Peter alternates between squeezing his eyes shut to block out what’s happening to staring at Nathan wide-eyed and innocent. It’s the latter that stops Nathan momentarily, a voice in his head whispering, “This is wrong, don’t do it. He’s your brother.”
He listens, for a minute, but the moment Peter thinks he can get away, tries to wiggle away, the friction once again bringing Nathan back to the present, what he’s in the middle of. His grip tightens on Peter’s wrists. “Nate, please.” Peter whispers. He looks so childish, so innocent underneath Nathan, and suddenly Nathan can’t bear to look at his face. So he flips him over, and suddenly it’s Peter’s back, strong and fragile all at the same time, that’s arousing him. Peter’s face is pinned to the floor and Nathan knows what he’s about to do is about as far from brothers as he could possibly get, but he’s passed caring.
He jerks Peter’s pants down, amazed at how they stayed up on his ass in the first place as loose as they were. He drags a finger over Peter’s ass, and Peter involuntarily shivers underneath him. Nathan’s overcome with lust, his need for Peter the only thing in his mind, filling his senses.
He’s not sure what to do; it’s not every day he forces himself on a man. Peter’s crying underneath him as he sticks a finger in him, so he quickly pulls it out. He doesn’t want to hurt Peter, his brother, his love. Because that’s what he’s become.
“Pete,” he whispers, and Peter stills beneath him. “I just wanted you to know, I love you, more than anything in the world. I love you.”
He’s still mumbling “I love you” when he spits in his hand, lubricates himself and shoves his way into Peter’s ass. Peter lets out a bloodcurdling scream, but Nathan’s lost inside his brother, the friction created from his thrusting enveloping his senses, his very being.
Peter just sobs, something other than just skin breaking inside him as his brother thrusts into him.
**