On The Desk
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flwrpwr_vampyreTitle: On The Desk
Pairing: Peter/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Consensual S&M relationship
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Heroes.
Summary: “Undress," Nathan commanded, his voice cold.
Notes: Forroseganymede, I'm so sorry this took so long, Happy Belated Birthday! Thank you to flying_monkees for the help and the beta. Also written for the ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
mission_insane prompt: On the desk.
Pairing: Peter/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Consensual S&M relationship
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Heroes.
Summary: “Undress," Nathan commanded, his voice cold.
Notes: For
roseganymede, I'm so sorry this took so long, Happy Belated Birthday! Thank you to flying_monkees for the help and the beta. Also written for the mission_insane prompt: On the desk. “Undress," Nathan commanded, his voice cold. The words filled the small room that housed his home office.
Peter bit his lip; face paling as he looked at the door for the last time, reassuring himself that it was locked. He lowered his head as he undid the buttons on his shirt and slid it off, folding it neatly and setting it on the chair next to him. The rest of his clothes quickly followed and he stood shivering, waiting for Nathan to finish the work he had returned to.
Nathan finally set down his pen and straightened the pile of papers he'd been making notes on. He put everything away until the desk was completely bare except for the computer. The desk was a main part of this time, Nathan loving to find new ways to incorporate it into their play.
Nathan stood and gestured for Peter to bend over it. Obeying, Peter gasped at how cold the wood was against his bare skin. He could feel Nathan's possessive gaze raking over him as he positioned himself, ass jutting out, fingers grasping at the far edge. This was his favorite time, anticipation tinged slightly with fear.
"God Pete," Nathan's voice was husky, like he was trying to keep it calm and failing. "Do you have any idea how you look, shoving your ass out like that? Anyone could just come along and fuck you. I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you? Tell me you'd love it."
"I'd love it," Peter repeated, his voice low. Knowing that Nathan wanted more, he added, every word true, "Anyone you want to fuck me; I'd let them. They'd fuck me and I’d love it, I'd beg for more."
"You're such a whore Peter," the growl was punctuated with a slap to the ass that made Peter jump and choke on an ow, "I think I'm going to have to punish you."
A thrill shot through Peter and he shuddered in anticipation, closing his eyes. The sounds of Nathan rummaging through a drawer was enough to make him hard and then his brother's hand was on the middle of his back holding him in place.
The first stroke of the paddle landed, sending shock waves along his nerves and he howled. If it hadn't been for Nathan's hand he would have scrambled away from the pain. As it was, he tried to twist the other way, causing Nathan to wedge him firmly against his hip, gripping him tightly.
Nathan continued landing the blows at an even pace and Peter knew his ass was red and bruised looking. His skin felt like it was on fire and every stroke felt ten times more painful then the one before it. All he had to do was beg to make it stop and, even though his voice was hoarse and tears threatened, he held out, rough wordless screams tearing themselves out of his throat.
Then Nathan did a series of quick, shallow strikes that left Peter's ass stinging and without warning Nathan swung with all his strength. Peter almost arched himself off the desk and was vaguely aware that his screaming was filled with pleas. Pain sizzled over his body and the next thing he realized was that Nathan had gathered him up and was soothing him, managing to sound pleased at the same time.
All too soon Nathan separated himself from Peter and stepped back, that impersonal look settling over his features again.
“All right, back on the desk,” he ordered and Peter obeyed, settling himself in the same position as before, wincing at the throbbing the motion caused. Nathan ran his fingers over the bruises, lightly pushing down, sparking off more pain and Peter failed to hold back a groan. He could practically see Nathan's smug smile and he bit down on his lip, worrying it.
He closed his eyes again, listening to the sound of Nathan undoing his zipper and the rustling of his clothes. Then slick fingers moved over his ass and the feeling of cold made him sigh in relief before Nathan gave a couple of quick slaps causing tears to well as he yelled in pain.
The fingers probed and Peter barely had time to brace himself before two were sliding in. He gasped as Nathan moved them in and out roughly a few times, adding the third before he was ready. He gritted his teeth and then a fourth finger teased his entrance. His whole body tensed as he cried out.
“No Nathan, please!”
“Please what?” Nathan asked, sounding amused as he slid the finger in up to the first knuckle.
“Oh god!” Peter gripped the desk edge, trying not to move away and to relax. “Please no more, I can't take it!”
“Peter,” Nathan sounded disappointed. “You can and you will. You know I won't hurt you and you will stop this whining unless you would like to be disciplined.”
At that the last finger was pushed in and Peter could only gasp and twitch at the sensation. They'd done this before and even gone farther but the feelings of stretched and full were the same every time, always leaving him gasping like a virgin.
He was biting his own shoulder to keep his moans quiet as Nathan angled his hand to brush against his prostate. His brother clearly had no intentions to go farther but wasn't stopping his assault on Peter's ass, fingers pushing in and out.
Finally they were removed and before Peter could even feel relief or disappointment Nathan's hard length was sliding smoothly in. Then the teeth of Nathan's zipper were scraping against the tender skin of his ass and he yelled out. Nathan chuckled and thrust again and Peter let out a little scream at the mix of pain and pleasure.
Nathan was brushing past that spot every thrust and the pain was just pleasure in disguise, Peter moaning out expletives and pushing back onto him. He gripped the edges of the desk as if it was the only thing grounding him, keeping him connected to the real world.
Then the phone rang and Nathan just stopped, buried completely inside of him and Peter almost screamed at the halt of sensation, as shocked as if his brother had poured ice water over him. He came close to cursing but managed to bite his tongue before saying anything that would bring punishment later.
And Nathan calmly talked to whoever was on the phone, even reaching over Peter to look up something on the computer, acting as though he wasn't balls deep in his brother's ass. Peter didn't realize he was still biting his tongue to hold back the whimpers of need until he tasted blood. He couldn't keep still though, his body twitching with suppressed desire.
Nathan finally finished the conversation and before he'd even set the phone down was pounding into Peter with hard, brutal thrusts that shook the desk. Peter screeched and his back arched, he was so close to orgasm his skin was tingling.
“Don't you dare cum,” Nathan growled, his fingers like vices on Peter's hips and Peter whined in frustration. “That's right, my pretty little whore, you only get to cum when I say so. Don't you?”
“Yes,” Peter answered, his voice shaking. “Only when you say.”
“Why Peter?” Nathan asked, voice gasping a little at the end of it.
“Because I'm a whore.”
“Who's whore?”
“Your whore Nathan, only yours.”
And with a shout Nathan was there and Peter cried out, in disappointment and jealousy. Then his brother was ordering him to follow and he did, pleasure smashing into his entire body as the world turned fuzzy.
His head cleared to Nathan pulling out and he almost slid off the desk. When he finally stood up he kept a hand on the wood to keep from falling, his whole body still shaking. He looked over to Nathan who was just grinning in amusement at him, everything back in place like he hadn't just been having sex.
“All right Peter,” Nathan said, his voice a rough scratch that always made Peter think of sex, no matter where they were. “You gotta go, I still have to work.”
And Peter merely pressed his lips together and obeyed, the dismissal rankling even though it was always like this. He was at Nathan's beck and call and the man knew it but it was how their relationship worked and how it would stay.
Peter bit his lip; face paling as he looked at the door for the last time, reassuring himself that it was locked. He lowered his head as he undid the buttons on his shirt and slid it off, folding it neatly and setting it on the chair next to him. The rest of his clothes quickly followed and he stood shivering, waiting for Nathan to finish the work he had returned to.
Nathan finally set down his pen and straightened the pile of papers he'd been making notes on. He put everything away until the desk was completely bare except for the computer. The desk was a main part of this time, Nathan loving to find new ways to incorporate it into their play.
Nathan stood and gestured for Peter to bend over it. Obeying, Peter gasped at how cold the wood was against his bare skin. He could feel Nathan's possessive gaze raking over him as he positioned himself, ass jutting out, fingers grasping at the far edge. This was his favorite time, anticipation tinged slightly with fear.
"God Pete," Nathan's voice was husky, like he was trying to keep it calm and failing. "Do you have any idea how you look, shoving your ass out like that? Anyone could just come along and fuck you. I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you? Tell me you'd love it."
"I'd love it," Peter repeated, his voice low. Knowing that Nathan wanted more, he added, every word true, "Anyone you want to fuck me; I'd let them. They'd fuck me and I’d love it, I'd beg for more."
"You're such a whore Peter," the growl was punctuated with a slap to the ass that made Peter jump and choke on an ow, "I think I'm going to have to punish you."
A thrill shot through Peter and he shuddered in anticipation, closing his eyes. The sounds of Nathan rummaging through a drawer was enough to make him hard and then his brother's hand was on the middle of his back holding him in place.
The first stroke of the paddle landed, sending shock waves along his nerves and he howled. If it hadn't been for Nathan's hand he would have scrambled away from the pain. As it was, he tried to twist the other way, causing Nathan to wedge him firmly against his hip, gripping him tightly.
Nathan continued landing the blows at an even pace and Peter knew his ass was red and bruised looking. His skin felt like it was on fire and every stroke felt ten times more painful then the one before it. All he had to do was beg to make it stop and, even though his voice was hoarse and tears threatened, he held out, rough wordless screams tearing themselves out of his throat.
Then Nathan did a series of quick, shallow strikes that left Peter's ass stinging and without warning Nathan swung with all his strength. Peter almost arched himself off the desk and was vaguely aware that his screaming was filled with pleas. Pain sizzled over his body and the next thing he realized was that Nathan had gathered him up and was soothing him, managing to sound pleased at the same time.
All too soon Nathan separated himself from Peter and stepped back, that impersonal look settling over his features again.
“All right, back on the desk,” he ordered and Peter obeyed, settling himself in the same position as before, wincing at the throbbing the motion caused. Nathan ran his fingers over the bruises, lightly pushing down, sparking off more pain and Peter failed to hold back a groan. He could practically see Nathan's smug smile and he bit down on his lip, worrying it.
He closed his eyes again, listening to the sound of Nathan undoing his zipper and the rustling of his clothes. Then slick fingers moved over his ass and the feeling of cold made him sigh in relief before Nathan gave a couple of quick slaps causing tears to well as he yelled in pain.
The fingers probed and Peter barely had time to brace himself before two were sliding in. He gasped as Nathan moved them in and out roughly a few times, adding the third before he was ready. He gritted his teeth and then a fourth finger teased his entrance. His whole body tensed as he cried out.
“No Nathan, please!”
“Please what?” Nathan asked, sounding amused as he slid the finger in up to the first knuckle.
“Oh god!” Peter gripped the desk edge, trying not to move away and to relax. “Please no more, I can't take it!”
“Peter,” Nathan sounded disappointed. “You can and you will. You know I won't hurt you and you will stop this whining unless you would like to be disciplined.”
At that the last finger was pushed in and Peter could only gasp and twitch at the sensation. They'd done this before and even gone farther but the feelings of stretched and full were the same every time, always leaving him gasping like a virgin.
He was biting his own shoulder to keep his moans quiet as Nathan angled his hand to brush against his prostate. His brother clearly had no intentions to go farther but wasn't stopping his assault on Peter's ass, fingers pushing in and out.
Finally they were removed and before Peter could even feel relief or disappointment Nathan's hard length was sliding smoothly in. Then the teeth of Nathan's zipper were scraping against the tender skin of his ass and he yelled out. Nathan chuckled and thrust again and Peter let out a little scream at the mix of pain and pleasure.
Nathan was brushing past that spot every thrust and the pain was just pleasure in disguise, Peter moaning out expletives and pushing back onto him. He gripped the edges of the desk as if it was the only thing grounding him, keeping him connected to the real world.
Then the phone rang and Nathan just stopped, buried completely inside of him and Peter almost screamed at the halt of sensation, as shocked as if his brother had poured ice water over him. He came close to cursing but managed to bite his tongue before saying anything that would bring punishment later.
And Nathan calmly talked to whoever was on the phone, even reaching over Peter to look up something on the computer, acting as though he wasn't balls deep in his brother's ass. Peter didn't realize he was still biting his tongue to hold back the whimpers of need until he tasted blood. He couldn't keep still though, his body twitching with suppressed desire.
Nathan finally finished the conversation and before he'd even set the phone down was pounding into Peter with hard, brutal thrusts that shook the desk. Peter screeched and his back arched, he was so close to orgasm his skin was tingling.
“Don't you dare cum,” Nathan growled, his fingers like vices on Peter's hips and Peter whined in frustration. “That's right, my pretty little whore, you only get to cum when I say so. Don't you?”
“Yes,” Peter answered, his voice shaking. “Only when you say.”
“Why Peter?” Nathan asked, voice gasping a little at the end of it.
“Because I'm a whore.”
“Who's whore?”
“Your whore Nathan, only yours.”
And with a shout Nathan was there and Peter cried out, in disappointment and jealousy. Then his brother was ordering him to follow and he did, pleasure smashing into his entire body as the world turned fuzzy.
His head cleared to Nathan pulling out and he almost slid off the desk. When he finally stood up he kept a hand on the wood to keep from falling, his whole body still shaking. He looked over to Nathan who was just grinning in amusement at him, everything back in place like he hadn't just been having sex.
“All right Peter,” Nathan said, his voice a rough scratch that always made Peter think of sex, no matter where they were. “You gotta go, I still have to work.”
And Peter merely pressed his lips together and obeyed, the dismissal rankling even though it was always like this. He was at Nathan's beck and call and the man knew it but it was how their relationship worked and how it would stay.
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Date: 2008-05-02 04:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-02 05:09 am (UTC)I'm so glad you liked and thanks for the awesome comment!
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Date: 2008-05-02 05:08 am (UTC)Oh guh! *brain melt* I love when Peter gets hurt like that, he's so good at it! *giggle*
Great job hun, keep it up!!
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Date: 2008-05-02 05:11 am (UTC)I'll do my best but if I don't get some of these other fandoms out of my head it will be difficult.
Thanks for doing everything you do for me and for the great comment!
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Date: 2008-08-20 01:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-20 02:06 am (UTC)And you can gank the icon, just credit her please.
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Date: 2008-08-20 02:10 am (UTC)omg yes
i will dw =]
thank youuu
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Date: 2008-08-20 02:29 am (UTC)Part 1:
http://canadian-turtle.livejournal.com/108612.html
Part 2:
http://canadian-turtle.livejournal.com/109423.html
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Date: 2008-05-02 08:20 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2008-05-02 08:39 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked the desk, it's the first time I've written one into a story so I'm pleased it turned out well.
Thank you for the comment and I'm glad you liked it!
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Date: 2008-05-02 11:41 am (UTC)LOL to Nathan taking a phone call during it!
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Date: 2008-05-02 04:10 pm (UTC)Yeah, that's the image I had in my head before I started writing it. *giggles* Nathan is so mean to poor Peter.
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Date: 2008-05-03 02:01 am (UTC)*grin* It's awesome that the scene I wrote this thinking of is your thing and thank you for the awesome comment!
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Date: 2008-05-03 04:33 am (UTC)Every detail was exquisite. No-nonsense Nathan, so particular and precise, always in control, and Peter unable to resist giving himself over. I really loved these two parts, in all their contrast:
Pain sizzled over his body and the next thing he realized was that Nathan had gathered him up and was soothing him, managing to sound pleased at the same time.
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“Oh god!” Peter gripped the desk edge, trying not to move away and to relax. “Please no more, I can't take it!”
“Peter,” Nathan sounded disappointed. “You can and you will. You know I won't hurt you and you will stop this whining unless you would like to be disciplined.”
That hint of sweetness, but of course Nathan has to shove it away, any vulnerability, and make Peter so vulnerable before him, like he knows what's best. Peter's slight uncertainty about it at the end, but still willing to give in...
Yum. Delicious angst and hot, hot sex. *smishes you*
Thanks so much for this!!
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Date: 2008-05-03 04:39 am (UTC)I'm so so pleased it was everything you wanted!!!
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Date: 2008-05-03 04:46 am (UTC)Just....wow...you and this awesome fic are made of win ^_^
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Date: 2008-05-11 05:40 am (UTC)Thank you for the great comment!
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Date: 2008-05-11 04:48 pm (UTC)Non-con bunny sex you say? *giggles*
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Date: 2008-05-12 06:48 am (UTC)Yeah, write some more. You know I love Peter!abuse.
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Date: 2008-05-12 07:00 am (UTC)I had a vague idea for a sequel, it's just a matter of getting it written. You know how it is.
Thanks so much for the awesome comment!
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Date: 2008-06-08 12:13 am (UTC)Then the phone rang and Nathan just stopped, buried completely inside of him and Peter almost screamed at the halt of sensation, as shocked as if his brother had poured ice water over him. He came close to cursing but managed to bite his tongue before saying anything that would bring punishment later.
There's a lot of great writing in this one but the above is my favorite moment, because it captures the characters really well, and the tension between them is so clear.
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Date: 2008-06-12 05:18 am (UTC)Thanks so much and thanks for being my beta and poking me to write. Nothing would get done without you and Kel.
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Date: 2008-08-20 01:54 am (UTC)nuggh!
<3
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Date: 2008-08-20 02:25 am (UTC)Thanks for the comment!!
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Date: 2009-10-01 03:52 pm (UTC)*incoherent*
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Date: 2009-10-01 04:50 pm (UTC)I'm so glad it makes you all incoherent and thanks for letting me know, it's always so great to get feedback on older stories.