Be The One I Need
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G through L › Heroes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,806
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Heroes, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Be The One I Need
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Spoilers: Set post 1x10 ‘Six Months Ago’
The air was cold and the sky dark as Nathan found himself ejected from the convertible’s driver’s seat. He couldn’t focus on much except for the car’s headlights as it crashed.
Nathan shot up in bed, soaked in a cold sweat. His head was still bruised, gash still fresh and the nightmares were not lessening. Nathan’s tough exterior was no match for the guilt he felt over what had happened that night.
He reached over in the dark and clicked on the lamp beside the bed. “Christ...” he said sitting back in shock, Peter sitting in a chair at the foot of his bed. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Peter stretched, rubbing his eyes. “You wouldn’t let a doctor look at you.” he said. “I wasn’t going to let you just walk out of the hospital and have no medical supervision.”
“You’re going to be a hospice nurse, Pete,” Nathan went into the dresser drawer, pulling out a bottle of asprin and swallowing two without water. “Sitting around withing old people die.”
“And if they’re half as stubborn as you are, it’ll be a walk in the park.” Peter slowly got up , stretched and then settled himself back down, now, beside Nathan in the king sized bed. “You were in a serious accident, Nathan. You should really be in the hospital.”
Peter knew that Nathan was too stubborn to let anybody help him. He never did and probably never would. It was just the way that Nathan was. He needed to keep a strong exterior.
“So take me back there, Peter.” Nathan pressure. He knew his brother would never attempt to have him leave the house, let alone that room. “You think I need a hospital? Take me back there.”
Peter sighed softly. “Just lay back down, OK?” He was gentle. He lay back in the bed, reading the pain on Nathan’s face. “The nightmares will go away... in time.” he said softly. Nathan said nothing, remaining silent. “I’ve always been pretty good at listening if you need to talk about it...”
“And say what, Pete?” Nathan was angry. “Say what? That I couldn’t keep the car from crashing? That my wife may never walk again because of me and what I did... what I didn’t do? Couldn’t do? What the hell do you want me to say, Peter?”
Peter didn’t respond for a moment. Better to let Nathan let his anger out now tah have him keep it bottled up. “Do you remember anything else about the accident?” he asked slowly, almost in a gentle whisper, urging Nathan to lay back down.
“It doesn’t matter,” Nathan slid back, cotton sheets falling just at his waist. “There’s no going back now. You can’t stop time. You can’t change the past.”
“But if you could remember anything, then maybe it could help you relax. It could help find whoever ran you off the road.”
“Who do you think ran me off the road.” Nathan asked as if his brother would be able to just spit out the answer on command. “I should have saved her too. I could have pulled her from the car but I couldn’t...”
“You couldn’t.” Peter swallowed. “You were thrown from the car, Nathan. You could have been killed.”
Nathan laughed. If only Peter knew the truth. That Nathan wasn’t just not wearing his seatbelt. That wasn’t the reason he was thrown from the car. In fact, he wasn’t thrown from the car at all. He wasn’t quite sure how to explain it himself, but Nathan had flown. It was almost like his mind and body were working on autopilot. He wasn’t in control of what he was doing. It was unexpected and not normal. That scared him.
“I wasn’t killed.” Nathan said. “Christ, Pete. It’s not me you should be worried about.”
“Heidi is going to be fine.” Peter rested his head against Nathan’s shoulder. “She’ll be home in a few days.” Peter tilted his head back a little, watching the distant look on his brother’s face. “What can I do, Nathan?” he asked gently. “Let me help you. Just tell me what you need.”
Nathan lowered his head, meeting foreheads with Peter. He moved his lips only inches from his, speaking in a hushed whisper. “Can you be the one that I need?”
“Peter knew that he didn’t need to answer Nathan verbally. He locked eyes with his brother, which was invitation enough. Nathan was used to the power and control and Peter would give him that.
Nathan moved his lips in, meeting Peter’s, pulling from him a tiny whimper. He effortlessly lowered his brother’s pants, Peter shaking them completely off, allowing Nathan to hoist them up and over his shoulders.
Peter gasped, feeling Nathan hard against him. He anticipated the cold moisture of the lube, along with the swift thrust of Nathan entering him. Peter’s mouth gaped open allowing a pleasured moan to escape from him. He arched up to meet Nathan’s body, hands sprawling across his back.
It was always the same and Peter never minded. Nathan had complete control over every aspect, every time. He knew that Nathan and power went together and even if he felt he could ever measure up (which he never did), Peter would never even dream of taking that away from his brother.
Peter rocked up now, fingers sifting through Nathan’s hair, clutching at the short, dark locks. Peter cocked his head back, feeling Nathan fill him, pleasure mounting with each fervid thrust. Peter wanted to call out, shake the entire room with an outburst of ecstasy but he held back, doing as he was told.
“Don’t...” Nathan said as he varied his movements, rocking slower now, pulling from Peter every bi of anticipation. “Wait for me.”
Peter bit down on his bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut, body begging release. “Nathan....” His voice was a soft, raspy whisper.
Nathan’s movements sped once again. “Come...” Nathan said. “Come, Peter.”
As if Nathan’s words flipped a switch, Peter came hard, body responding as Nathan released as well. He was spent, Nathan practically collapsing beside Peter, breathing jagged and quick. They were both breathless.
Regaining a hold on himself, Nathan reached over for the pair of Peter’s boxers which lay on the floor beside the bed and used them to wipe his stomach and chest clean. He lay back in the bed, pulling the sheets up over them.
Nathan didn’t say another word. He never did and Peter didn’t try to force anything from him. It was what Nathan needed. After all, his big brother was the one in control. And Peter was there to be the one Nathan needed. He was always there.
Spoilers: Set post 1x10 ‘Six Months Ago’
The air was cold and the sky dark as Nathan found himself ejected from the convertible’s driver’s seat. He couldn’t focus on much except for the car’s headlights as it crashed.
Nathan shot up in bed, soaked in a cold sweat. His head was still bruised, gash still fresh and the nightmares were not lessening. Nathan’s tough exterior was no match for the guilt he felt over what had happened that night.
He reached over in the dark and clicked on the lamp beside the bed. “Christ...” he said sitting back in shock, Peter sitting in a chair at the foot of his bed. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Peter stretched, rubbing his eyes. “You wouldn’t let a doctor look at you.” he said. “I wasn’t going to let you just walk out of the hospital and have no medical supervision.”
“You’re going to be a hospice nurse, Pete,” Nathan went into the dresser drawer, pulling out a bottle of asprin and swallowing two without water. “Sitting around withing old people die.”
“And if they’re half as stubborn as you are, it’ll be a walk in the park.” Peter slowly got up , stretched and then settled himself back down, now, beside Nathan in the king sized bed. “You were in a serious accident, Nathan. You should really be in the hospital.”
Peter knew that Nathan was too stubborn to let anybody help him. He never did and probably never would. It was just the way that Nathan was. He needed to keep a strong exterior.
“So take me back there, Peter.” Nathan pressure. He knew his brother would never attempt to have him leave the house, let alone that room. “You think I need a hospital? Take me back there.”
Peter sighed softly. “Just lay back down, OK?” He was gentle. He lay back in the bed, reading the pain on Nathan’s face. “The nightmares will go away... in time.” he said softly. Nathan said nothing, remaining silent. “I’ve always been pretty good at listening if you need to talk about it...”
“And say what, Pete?” Nathan was angry. “Say what? That I couldn’t keep the car from crashing? That my wife may never walk again because of me and what I did... what I didn’t do? Couldn’t do? What the hell do you want me to say, Peter?”
Peter didn’t respond for a moment. Better to let Nathan let his anger out now tah have him keep it bottled up. “Do you remember anything else about the accident?” he asked slowly, almost in a gentle whisper, urging Nathan to lay back down.
“It doesn’t matter,” Nathan slid back, cotton sheets falling just at his waist. “There’s no going back now. You can’t stop time. You can’t change the past.”
“But if you could remember anything, then maybe it could help you relax. It could help find whoever ran you off the road.”
“Who do you think ran me off the road.” Nathan asked as if his brother would be able to just spit out the answer on command. “I should have saved her too. I could have pulled her from the car but I couldn’t...”
“You couldn’t.” Peter swallowed. “You were thrown from the car, Nathan. You could have been killed.”
Nathan laughed. If only Peter knew the truth. That Nathan wasn’t just not wearing his seatbelt. That wasn’t the reason he was thrown from the car. In fact, he wasn’t thrown from the car at all. He wasn’t quite sure how to explain it himself, but Nathan had flown. It was almost like his mind and body were working on autopilot. He wasn’t in control of what he was doing. It was unexpected and not normal. That scared him.
“I wasn’t killed.” Nathan said. “Christ, Pete. It’s not me you should be worried about.”
“Heidi is going to be fine.” Peter rested his head against Nathan’s shoulder. “She’ll be home in a few days.” Peter tilted his head back a little, watching the distant look on his brother’s face. “What can I do, Nathan?” he asked gently. “Let me help you. Just tell me what you need.”
Nathan lowered his head, meeting foreheads with Peter. He moved his lips only inches from his, speaking in a hushed whisper. “Can you be the one that I need?”
“Peter knew that he didn’t need to answer Nathan verbally. He locked eyes with his brother, which was invitation enough. Nathan was used to the power and control and Peter would give him that.
Nathan moved his lips in, meeting Peter’s, pulling from him a tiny whimper. He effortlessly lowered his brother’s pants, Peter shaking them completely off, allowing Nathan to hoist them up and over his shoulders.
Peter gasped, feeling Nathan hard against him. He anticipated the cold moisture of the lube, along with the swift thrust of Nathan entering him. Peter’s mouth gaped open allowing a pleasured moan to escape from him. He arched up to meet Nathan’s body, hands sprawling across his back.
It was always the same and Peter never minded. Nathan had complete control over every aspect, every time. He knew that Nathan and power went together and even if he felt he could ever measure up (which he never did), Peter would never even dream of taking that away from his brother.
Peter rocked up now, fingers sifting through Nathan’s hair, clutching at the short, dark locks. Peter cocked his head back, feeling Nathan fill him, pleasure mounting with each fervid thrust. Peter wanted to call out, shake the entire room with an outburst of ecstasy but he held back, doing as he was told.
“Don’t...” Nathan said as he varied his movements, rocking slower now, pulling from Peter every bi of anticipation. “Wait for me.”
Peter bit down on his bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut, body begging release. “Nathan....” His voice was a soft, raspy whisper.
Nathan’s movements sped once again. “Come...” Nathan said. “Come, Peter.”
As if Nathan’s words flipped a switch, Peter came hard, body responding as Nathan released as well. He was spent, Nathan practically collapsing beside Peter, breathing jagged and quick. They were both breathless.
Regaining a hold on himself, Nathan reached over for the pair of Peter’s boxers which lay on the floor beside the bed and used them to wipe his stomach and chest clean. He lay back in the bed, pulling the sheets up over them.
Nathan didn’t say another word. He never did and Peter didn’t try to force anything from him. It was what Nathan needed. After all, his big brother was the one in control. And Peter was there to be the one Nathan needed. He was always there.