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Fic: The Sun From Both Sides (Heroes, NC-17)
Title: The Sun From Both Sides
Pairing/character: Peter/Hiro/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Notes/Warnings: Prompt/kink was "he liked my shoes" & drag. Slash threesome with a bare hint of brotherly incest, no real spoilers. ~900 words. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
trascendenza for inspiration and audiencing!
After the third knock, Nathan emerged in a bathrobe, his hair wild. There were hickeys all over his neck.
"God, Nathan," Peter started. "Again?"
"It's not what it looks like," Nathan hissed. "And keep your voice down."
"What, she's still in there?" Peter spotted the sequined blue pumps that had been kicked off outside the bedroom door. "I can't believe you. I thought you said it wouldn't happen again, the last time."
"Shhh," Nathan hushed him. "Let's go into the living room."
Before Nathan could herd him into the other room, however, the door opened.
It was a man, Peter could tell that right away, even with the make-up he had on. He had a blanket wrapped around him, but nothing underneath it looked like. Peter was shocked. But he couldn't help peeking at the man's bare chest.
"Oh! Peter Petrelli!" The guy said with what sounded like a Japanese accent, and Peter suddenly realized he recognized that voice...
"Hiro?" He said disbelievingly. He looked between Nathan and Hiro - in a blanket, with make-up on? This was the guy who was supposed to save them all?
"It is good to see you once again, Peter!" Hiro said, bowing slightly. The blanket slipped a little lower, showing off a hint of nipple. Peter looked away hurriedly and caught his own brother staring at Hiro appreciatively.
Well. Apparently special abilities weren't the only thing that ran in the family.
They had retired to the living room. Nathan went and put on a pair of pants and a t-shirt, while Hiro had commandeered his bathrobe. Nathan and Hiro sat on one couch and Peter on the other.
Peter watched them in some amazement. It wasn't so much his brother being gay, or bisexual or whatever he was. But Nathan being with Hiro... It didn't make sense. He had seen him brush the hair out of Hiro's eyes earlier while Peter was pouring the scotch into glasses for them, when Nathan thought Peter wasn't watching. He found himself feeling awkward, but not the way he would have thought. He wasn't disgusted with his brother; on the contrary, he felt like he was seeing something intimate.
Hiro took his scotch with water and didn't drink much of it, but he got drunk the fastest of all of them. His cheeks turned rosy, and Peter was pretty sure that Nathan was stroking his bare leg. Peter looked down and realized he had finished his second glass. He felt a little light-headed.
When Nathan started kissing Hiro's neck, Peter wondered whether he should go, but neither of them seemed to mind, so he contented himself with letting his eyes drift half-shut. He kept watching them though.
Hiro whispered something in Nathan's ear. Nathan whispered back and Hiro giggled and began to get up.
"Where are you going?" Peter asked muzzily.
"He wants to show you something," Nathan said. He had a lazy look of satisfaction on his face. For once, Peter didn't mind the smugness.
Peter noticed the shoes first. They were the blue sequined ones he had seen earlier. His eyes travelled upwards and took in the white stockings and garters and the little blue mini-skirt. Hiro blinked down at him, weaving a little in the high-heels. The shimmery eye-shadow he was wearing brought his eyes out - he looked like some strange divine entity, an amalgamation of masculine and feminine.
"Wow." Peter said the thing that had been in his mind all evening. "You're beautiful."
Hiro smiled and then sat - all elbows and knees - almost in his lap on the couch. He still didn't have a shirt on and his little brown nipples were hard. Peter thought they were probably all a lot drunker than he had realized.
"Thank you, Peter. You are beautiful also," Hiro said. He was trying to enunciate his words even more than usual, but the syllables of "beautiful" still ran together.
Hiro leaned forward and kissed him. It felt wonderful - light, then harder, wet and sweet. Peter returned it without hesitation. Then he felt the couch move under him and looked up to see Nathan sitting behind Hiro.
Hiro looked up too, and then tried to turn around to kiss Nathan too and suddenly Peter had a lapful of moving, liquid-skinned Hiro. He put his arms around Hiro, feeling his quick breaths lift his rib-cage as he kissed Nathan. Then he set about trying to find the zipper on the skirt.
Later, Peter could remember it in only in fragments: the warm lamp light, his empty glass leaving wet rings on the table, kissing the back of Hiro's neck, watching Nathan arch against the arm of the couch as Hiro fucked him with two fingers, watching them kiss as Nathan moaned, Hiro coming messily into two welcoming hands. His tongue licking into Hiro's mouth, tracing over the smooth skin of his back, Hiro's fingers tight in his hair as they rubbed up against each other. Lying on the couch afterwards, with Hiro half on top of him and Nathan’s chapped lips on his forehead, on his lips, someone stroking his hair, sleep.
There was coffee and a newspaper on the table the next morning when Peter woke up and he knew Nathan would have gone to work already. He sat up and realized the pain in his side was from the blue shoe he had been lying on. He tossed it on the floor and then went to check the bedroom. He was happily surprised to find Hiro still there.
Best of all, Nathan had left a note. "Stay as long as you want," it said.
Feedback and crit always welcome.
Pairing/character: Peter/Hiro/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Notes/Warnings: Prompt/kink was "he liked my shoes" & drag. Slash threesome with a bare hint of brotherly incest, no real spoilers. ~900 words. Thanks to
trascendenza for inspiration and audiencing!After the third knock, Nathan emerged in a bathrobe, his hair wild. There were hickeys all over his neck.
"God, Nathan," Peter started. "Again?"
"It's not what it looks like," Nathan hissed. "And keep your voice down."
"What, she's still in there?" Peter spotted the sequined blue pumps that had been kicked off outside the bedroom door. "I can't believe you. I thought you said it wouldn't happen again, the last time."
"Shhh," Nathan hushed him. "Let's go into the living room."
Before Nathan could herd him into the other room, however, the door opened.
It was a man, Peter could tell that right away, even with the make-up he had on. He had a blanket wrapped around him, but nothing underneath it looked like. Peter was shocked. But he couldn't help peeking at the man's bare chest.
"Oh! Peter Petrelli!" The guy said with what sounded like a Japanese accent, and Peter suddenly realized he recognized that voice...
"Hiro?" He said disbelievingly. He looked between Nathan and Hiro - in a blanket, with make-up on? This was the guy who was supposed to save them all?
"It is good to see you once again, Peter!" Hiro said, bowing slightly. The blanket slipped a little lower, showing off a hint of nipple. Peter looked away hurriedly and caught his own brother staring at Hiro appreciatively.
Well. Apparently special abilities weren't the only thing that ran in the family.
They had retired to the living room. Nathan went and put on a pair of pants and a t-shirt, while Hiro had commandeered his bathrobe. Nathan and Hiro sat on one couch and Peter on the other.
Peter watched them in some amazement. It wasn't so much his brother being gay, or bisexual or whatever he was. But Nathan being with Hiro... It didn't make sense. He had seen him brush the hair out of Hiro's eyes earlier while Peter was pouring the scotch into glasses for them, when Nathan thought Peter wasn't watching. He found himself feeling awkward, but not the way he would have thought. He wasn't disgusted with his brother; on the contrary, he felt like he was seeing something intimate.
Hiro took his scotch with water and didn't drink much of it, but he got drunk the fastest of all of them. His cheeks turned rosy, and Peter was pretty sure that Nathan was stroking his bare leg. Peter looked down and realized he had finished his second glass. He felt a little light-headed.
When Nathan started kissing Hiro's neck, Peter wondered whether he should go, but neither of them seemed to mind, so he contented himself with letting his eyes drift half-shut. He kept watching them though.
Hiro whispered something in Nathan's ear. Nathan whispered back and Hiro giggled and began to get up.
"Where are you going?" Peter asked muzzily.
"He wants to show you something," Nathan said. He had a lazy look of satisfaction on his face. For once, Peter didn't mind the smugness.
Peter noticed the shoes first. They were the blue sequined ones he had seen earlier. His eyes travelled upwards and took in the white stockings and garters and the little blue mini-skirt. Hiro blinked down at him, weaving a little in the high-heels. The shimmery eye-shadow he was wearing brought his eyes out - he looked like some strange divine entity, an amalgamation of masculine and feminine.
"Wow." Peter said the thing that had been in his mind all evening. "You're beautiful."
Hiro smiled and then sat - all elbows and knees - almost in his lap on the couch. He still didn't have a shirt on and his little brown nipples were hard. Peter thought they were probably all a lot drunker than he had realized.
"Thank you, Peter. You are beautiful also," Hiro said. He was trying to enunciate his words even more than usual, but the syllables of "beautiful" still ran together.
Hiro leaned forward and kissed him. It felt wonderful - light, then harder, wet and sweet. Peter returned it without hesitation. Then he felt the couch move under him and looked up to see Nathan sitting behind Hiro.
Hiro looked up too, and then tried to turn around to kiss Nathan too and suddenly Peter had a lapful of moving, liquid-skinned Hiro. He put his arms around Hiro, feeling his quick breaths lift his rib-cage as he kissed Nathan. Then he set about trying to find the zipper on the skirt.
Later, Peter could remember it in only in fragments: the warm lamp light, his empty glass leaving wet rings on the table, kissing the back of Hiro's neck, watching Nathan arch against the arm of the couch as Hiro fucked him with two fingers, watching them kiss as Nathan moaned, Hiro coming messily into two welcoming hands. His tongue licking into Hiro's mouth, tracing over the smooth skin of his back, Hiro's fingers tight in his hair as they rubbed up against each other. Lying on the couch afterwards, with Hiro half on top of him and Nathan’s chapped lips on his forehead, on his lips, someone stroking his hair, sleep.
There was coffee and a newspaper on the table the next morning when Peter woke up and he knew Nathan would have gone to work already. He sat up and realized the pain in his side was from the blue shoe he had been lying on. He tossed it on the floor and then went to check the bedroom. He was happily surprised to find Hiro still there.
Best of all, Nathan had left a note. "Stay as long as you want," it said.
Feedback and crit always welcome.
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Thank you. I really needed this.
*bows*
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But, turning my brain back on, the Nathan/Hiro thing doesn't work so well for me. Hiro's cute and cuddly, kinda round and sweet. Nathan is hard-edged and sophisticated and controlling. Caring, yes, but in a very "I know what's good for you" manner. And while opposites do attract, I just have a hard time imaging it. It would be a little easier if it were future-Hiro, but then you'd lose the sweetness. Of course, none of this detracts from the yumminess of the story. Just my $0.02. *g*
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