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Family Emergency	By : Bloodylocks Category: G through L > Heroes Views: 6221 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's (embarrassed) notes - So my collaborator AmandaLee had to tell me that I totally forgot to post the end of this. Way to go, me.... *facepalm* *really hard*

Chapter 16

By the time he had returned to Peter's apartment, Nathan realized he might as well stay there for the duration. Heidi already "knew" what was going on and most likely would not mind that he was staying with his ailing brother overnight. Hell, he did it all the time.
Quietly letting himself in, he crept into the bedroom where Peter silently slept. Indeed no snores could be heard, but Nathan still inspected his brother closely, as he had become used to the snoring by now. It seemed Peter had not moved an inch in the time that he slept. Pensive, the older brother placed a hand over the once fuller form resting beneath the covers. His abilities seemed to be fully returning, as evidenced by his steadily (and rather quickly) shrinking figure.
Peter stirred slowly from his sleep upon sensing Nathan's presence, opening his eyes to see his brother leaning over him in an otherwise dark bedroom. Nathan's large hand was rubbing circles on his back.
"Hey there, little buddy," the lawyer said with what seemed to be a sad smile.
"Hmmmfff..." Peter slurred, his eyes and mind still grainy from sleep. "W-what time issit...?"
"It's still night," Nathan replied, taking a seat on the edge of Peter's bed. "You go back to sleep. I just wanted to check on you."

Though fatigue was still weighing him down, Peter did not want to return to sleep so soon. There was something going on, and he would have Nathan tell him.
"Tell me."
"Nothing's wrong, I'm gonna stay here all night. Just go back to sleep."
Peter sat up, fully awake now. The look in his eyes demanded an answer to his request.

"You're still wearing your coat. You went out. I'm not gonna go back to sleep until you tell me what's going on."
Sighing, Nathan removed his overcoat and resumed his seat at the edge of the bed.
"I went back to the clinic." At these words, Peter gathered what the news would be. "I took the baby and made some arrangements. She's been taken care of."
Peter looked aside, nodding somberly. "You gave her away."
"Yeah. Come on, Peter!" Nathan added upon seeing the grief-struck expression on his brother's face. "This is what we agreed upon. You couldn't possibly have raised this kid on your own. Please tell me that you understand."
"I know, I just..." Peter shrugged, his head suddenly feeling heavy. Tears burned beneath his eyelids, but he fought hard not to let them flow. He had broken down in front of Nathan enough times in the past few months. "Where did you take her? If I don't know, I'll always wonder... what her life will be like."
"I took her out of state," his brother replied. "Don't worry, Peter. She'll be well cared for, I promise. She was never meant to stay with you."
Breath heavy, Peter stared at what was left of the fat around his middle. Strangely enough, not seeing a huge bulge there was a surprise.
"Cusack kept arguing about us giving the kid away," Nathan added, thinking back on the moment. "She insinuated that I was forcing you to give her up, like you never had any choice in what you did."
"I didn't," Peter replied. "But not because of you."
He leant against the stronger body of his brother, resting his head against Nathan's shoulder.
"Neither of us had a choice. Not since the day we conceived her. At least now she's somewhere safe."
"I don't suppose we'll ever see her again..." Peter said, more to himself than Nathan.
"No," the older man softly replied. "But that's probably for the best."
Peter sighed, wanting to comment on his brother's cold-hearted attitude to his own offspring but chose not to, knowing that Nathan was right. Keeping the baby would have made their lives plus the lives of everyone around them a living hell. Raised by complete strangers, their child at least would not have to endure the stigma of being the result of an incestuous union.
Nathan cupped Peter's face in his hands and kissed the pale brow. The young nurse's hair was noticeably greasy from all the bed rest. He decided that tomorrow morning they would take a shower together.

*

A week passed where things had become routine. Nathan would visit Peter after work and comfort him to the best of his ability, while the young man struggled to escape what had become a dense fog of despair. He had announced he would be returning to his work as a nurse, but when that would be was still an unanswered question.
Nathan could not help but wonder if their relationship had been damaged permanently after what his brother had barely survived. He also found himself questioning whether or not he was showing enough sympathy over Peter, even though at times he thought he was doting upon the young man far too much. Returning abilities aside, Peter was an adult and could emotionally heal by himself couldn't he?
This particular day, a Tuesday, Nathan entered Peter's apartment after work and found his brother splayed out on the living room sofa, remote control in hand as he impassively zapped between various cable channels.
The table before him was practically over-flowing with plates, cans, glasses and fast food boxes that Peter had not bothered to clean up. The rest of his apartment hardly looked any better; heaps of dirty laundry were beginning to appear here and there, and pretty much all flat surfaces were covered by a half-inch layer of dust.
"Hey..." Peter greeted in a dull, drawly voice, not moving from his spot on the sofa. He was wearing a T-shirt that seemed to have all of yesterday's menu on it and a pair of his old sweatpants that he could get into again. "You bring food?"
"No," the lawyer replied. "I thought we could cook something together instead. What do you say about that?"
"I'm not really that hungry," Peter said in a defeatist tone.

The response irritated Nathan. He had moved on and come back to the world like a man, and here Peter was living in his own filth and removing himself from any sort of human contact.
"Have you called your old employers?" he finally inquired, changing the subject.
"No," was the monotone answer. "I'll call them tomorrow."
"You've said that for three days now," the lawyer stated. "Why don't you just call them already?"
"I just don't feel like it."
Lips pursed, Nathan reacted in impulse and reached from behind the couch, grabbing the hem of Peter's shirt and pulling upward. Peter, of course, objected fiercely.
"Nathan, what the hell??" he snapped. "Don't stay if you�re gonna come over and just bother me the whole time!"
The shirt finally came off and it smelled terrible. Trying to bodily force his brother into the bathtub was not a good idea, it seemed. If his healing had returned, most likely so had telekinesis. Nathan hardly felt like getting thrown against a wall or through a window tonight.
"When are you gonna talk to me like a normal person again?"
"I am talking to you," Peter replied, annoyed. "You're the one nagging me. I swear to God you're more like mom every day."
Nathan realized that this was probably the worst kind of insult Peter could think of. His brother had turned away from him, curling up in a ball and hiding his face in one of the sofa cushions. The dried crusts of something on them suggested that Peter pretty much had been living here for god knew how long.
"You can't stay holed up in your place and mope about forever, Peter," Nathan said. "You're acting like a goddamned kid. You're twenty-seven, buddy. Don't you think it's time you start acting like a man?"
"'Moping about'?" Peter growled. "I'm fucking depressed, that's what's going on! And don't you think I have the right to be, after all I've been put through?"
"Then why don't you talk to me about it?" Nathan demanded, his anger surfacing and his voice now loud. "You don't talk to me about how you feel!"
"Isn't it fucking obvious?!" Peter demanded. "Look around, it's clear as day, and you don't seem to care!"
"An idiot could figure out that you're depressed, but you never told me why." Nathan held back the anger this time in his voice, though he wanted badly to yell at his brother. "I come over every day and it's same thing. I ask how things are and you tell me 'okay'. It's not okay and I just want to know why."
He sat down on the armrest of the couch, one of the few places untouched by food or dirt. He put a hand on Peter's shoulder to make him turn around, but the young man only curled up tighter.
"What's happened, Peter?" he asked. "Why won't you let me in?"
A few minutes of silence passed before Peter answered. "I figured you would just brush it off... that you'd say I was upset over nothing..."
"About the baby?"
Peter finally turned and looked at him, sadness twisting his young features.
"I'm here, Peter. Do you want to talk about it?"
Turning to face the lawyer, Peter struggled not to cry as he spoke.
"I'm glad she's somewhere else, with someone else... I'm glad I'm not pregnant anymore, but... I think maybe I did bond a little. I don't know if I really wanted to keep her or not."
Nathan slid down on the couch next to his brother, ignoring the dried food that stuck to it. He could have his suit dry-cleaned if need be. Putting his arm around Peter's now bare shoulders, he pulled the younger man close and practically felt Peter's anger melt away.
"I can't blame you for getting attached to her," he said slowly. "You carried her around inside you for nine months and she was with you every day at the clinic. I only saw her fleetingly a few times. I'll never know what it was like to be in your position."
"I'm afraid too..." Peter sniffled. "I... I feel so awful for giving her away... like I was rejecting her because of how she looked... What if I can't have any more children because of this? I mean, even if I sometime wanted to?"
"It was an accident, Peter," Nathan claimed. "I know what a good-hearted and compassionate person you are. You just didn't have a choice. Don't punish yourself for it."
Hand over his eyes, Peter's voice became choked from tears. "I can't help but think about it."
"I know. But don't hate yourself over it."
"My apartment's a mess, isn't it?"
"That's an understatement," Nathan admitted.
"I'm sorry... are you mad at me?"
"Don't be a dummy. Of course I'm not."
"I think I want to go to my bed now. It's not dirty."
Nathan turned off the television and followed his brother to the bedroom, where indeed the bed was still made. Peter must have decided one day to just plant himself on the sofa and never budge.
"You're the best little brother," the older man stated playfully as he nuzzled his baby brother's neck. Peter smiled briefly and took a seat on the mattress, but he still wore a mask of sadness. Nathan took a seat beside him and gently kissed a naked shoulder, desperate to release him from his own suffocating mood.
"Can I do anything?" he offered.
"I dunno," Peter replied, staring at his feet. Several minutes passed where neither spoke, and Nathan wanted so deeply to make his baby brother feel better, yet he had no idea how.

When he finally came up with an idea, he stood and wandered to the closet, but Peter did not ask any questions, still staring into space.
There, buried under stacks of other clothing, lay the empathy belly he had purchased to make Peter feel better during his brother's painful last trimester. Peter must have totally forgotten about it after the innocent prank that went very wrong, and there was a possibility that the mere sight of it would evoke some not-so-pleasant memories. Still, Nathan was willing to risk bringing it out once more to amuse his brother.
"What do you say I wear this thing again?" he asked, holding the skin-coloured contraption visible to Peter while anxiously waiting for a response.
For a moment Peter could simply stare. Then his mouth opened and his jaw practically hit the floor. "But... I thought I threw that away!" he exclaimed.
"You did," Nathan confirmed. "But I dug it out of your trash bin and stashed it deep inside your closet. Just in case we'd ever need it again. Would it amuse you if I put it on?"
Peter did not answer at first and Nathan thought that perhaps this would be a bad idea. He was about to put the thing back into the closet, but was interrupted when he saw Peter rise from the bed. He stared wordlessly as the young nurse approached him and reached out, unbuttoning his brother's shirt. Once the shirt was completely open, he removed it and gestured for Nathan to put the false stomach on. Nathan only obeyed silently and allowed Peter to be the leader, waiting for pale hands to fasten every strap securely in place. He was then guided back into his business shirt, which was a little too small to be buttoned over Nathan�s new girth.
Peter appeared in front of him again, his expression initially unreadable. Hands firmly against the fake belly, he reached forward and kissed his brother on the lips.
Nathan was slightly surprised but returned the kiss nonetheless. He grinned when Peter pulled back. "Still enjoy seeing me suffer, don't you?" he joked.
Peter did not laugh. Instead he continued to rub the fake swell almost sensually with his eyes closed, as though he was exploring some rare and enchanting one-in-a-lifetime experience.
"Peter...?" Nathan had on his tongue to ask if his brother was okay, when Peter suddenly pulled back and slid his sweatpants and underwear down his slim hips, revealing his naked body in full. Nathan had not seen his brother completely naked after the birth and part of him was amazed at the young man's swift recovery. Some saggy skin around Peter's middle was the only physical proof that he had carried a child as recently as two weeks ago.
The rest of him was still as thin as ever, and lean arms wrapped themselves around Nathan's neck. Peter's face rested against a curve in his brother's beautiful neck and he cupped his hands around the base of the older man's skull. Welcoming the affection, but still concerned, Nathan returned the embrace, one of his hands stroking the unclothed back.
"You alright?"
"... I will be..." Peter said softly, breath light against the lawyer's skin. "Just hold me okay?"
"Sure..." Nathan replied, nuzzling the head next to his own. Peter definitely needed a bath, but part of the older brother did not want to separate from him ever again.
Occasionally a part of him still feared that all this was a dream, that Peter had really died giving birth and that he'd wake up any time only to find out that his brother was dead. Childish, he knew, but Nathan couldn't help it. Having Peter, alive and well, in his arms now just seemed too good to be true.
The nurse kissed him again, little wet butterfly kisses trailing down his cheek and jaw. Peter definitely didn't smell very nice; Nathan dared not guess when he'd last taken a shower.
A slender hand passed over the empathy belly once more, and this time it proceeded to move into his groin to cup him through his pants. Not having expected this, Nathan's body flinched and his gaze was reflexively directed downward. What he saw now surprised him even more; Peter was already sporting a proud hard-on pressed up against his brother's clothed hip.
Before he could even inquire where this was headed (he strangely felt like he should ask) the pace of Peter's breath changed and he rubbed his forehead against his big brother's skin. When he lifted his head, Peter's expression spoke of a need for pleasure. His eyes shut and lip between his teeth, he gave Nathan's mouth another sweet kiss.
Licking his lips, Nathan pulled away, though not completely due to the hesitation he felt. Pre-ejaculate was beginning a snail's trail on his trousers.
"Peter..." he said, hands rubbing gently against skinny shoulders, "do you want to..."
"Yes," Peter whispered passionately, "Yes, I do... I want to feel close to you, as close as possible..."
"Are you sure?" Nathan asked. Obviously his brother needed this in a moment of vulnerability, a way to be comforted. However, he had also recently been through a near death experience. How would his body react to making love?
"I'm sure, Nathan," Peter said breathily, his eyes glazed with lust, moist lips slightly parted. He looked as horny as one could possibly be. Though Nathan felt a stirring in his own loins, his conscious mind still wanted to shy away. He hated to admit that Cusack's judgmental attitude toward their relationship had affected him, but there was no denying it. She had more or less accused him of almost causing Peter's death, and in a way the doctor was right. What if, all things considered, it happened again? Peter had lived through the ordeal once, but there was no guarantee he'd be as lucky a second time.
Nathan grasped Peter by the shoulders again and held him at arm's length. "I really think we should take it easy, little buddy..." he said slowly.
That look of desperate lust had given way to confusion and disappointment.
"Why?"
Nathan closed his eyes. He should have known Peter would take it the wrong way. His sensitivity was made worse from the hormones his body had produced and were still lingering.
"It might just be safer for now. It's not like I don't want to, really..."
Face straight and eyes looking at the floor, Peter nodded and walked behind Nathan, starting to help him out of his shirt and empathy belly. Nathan felt like an asshole.
"Peter, you know I'd love to, but..."
"Sure you do," Peter replied, lip quivering as he tossed the water filled vest to the floor. "I understand."
"Listen to me," Nathan said, grabbing his brother by the arm and turning him so that they once again face each other. "I love you."
Peter still stared at the floor. "Still the same way you did before?"
"Of course," Nathan said without a moment's hesitation. "Even more, if possible."
"Then why won't you touch me?" Peter pressed on, mouth pursed into a small crinkle. He was obviously pissed as well as hurt.
"I... I don't want to take advantage of you," the lawyer said, hoping it came out somewhat convincingly. "You're not really yourself, Peter. Hormones, your depression..."
"Nice one, Nathan," his brother spat back at him. "Is it because I'm ugly? I know I've still got this... paunch hanging off my stomach, but with some exercise, I'm sure I could make it go away..."
Peter sobbed furiously, loath to cry in front of his brother again but powerless to stop it. He really did feel ugly. No wonder Nathan didn't want him anymore. He was a mess.
He wanted to hit his head against the wall, or throw himself out the window... anything to remove himself from this feeling that hurt him so much. He suffered from the conflict of last week's events, he felt disgusting and misshapen, and now Nathan did not even want to have sex with him.
"Peter..." his brother's voice said behind him. "I'm not saying no. I..."
"Don't bother if you don't really want to," came a sniffled reply. Hands raked through long locks of dirty hair.
"Buddy..." Nathan put his arms around his brother, though the body tense underneath his touch at first. He placed a warm hand over Peter's flabby stomach.
"You're beautiful, and I love you, more than anything. I'm just.... I'm scared something will go wrong."
"Something like what?"

"Sometimes at night I think about it... I keep thinking, what if I hurt you again? What if you tear open or something worse?"
"You've never hurt me, Nathan," Peter whispered softly. "Other than with words..."
"I made you pregnant," the older man replied. "By that, I almost had you killed. It wasn't my intention, but it happened because of me."
Peter resolutely shook his head. "It wasn't your fault, Nathan," he insisted. "I don't buy it. What makes you think you'll hurt me now?"
"It's only been a little over two weeks," Nathan said. "Are you even fully healed yet... down there?"
"I'm fine, thanks," the nurse muttered. "I've been off the laxatives for three days and it didn't even hurt when I took a dump."
"Alright then... But there are other risks to consider. Like... what if it happens again? You might not live through another pregnancy."
Peter glared at his brother as though Nathan was a complete moron. "I do have condoms, you know."
"I know, I..." Nathan looked to be in defeat, and he suddenly grabbed a hold of Peter's head, and the younger man tensed for a second, not knowing what would happen next. However, Nathan only leaned against him, their foreheads touching.
"You have to believe me," he whispered.
Peter had calmed in their physical contact, but he was beginning to get worried.
"Nathan...?"
The lawyer lowered his brother's head, kissing the long dark hair upon it. It was a gesture of caring, but he also did not want Peter to see the fragile look in his eyes.
"You almost died, Peter. When I sat there giving you blood, I really didn't think you would make it. I thought about all the times I never said how much you mattered to me. I was actually scared."
At first, Peter did not know what to say. So he finally embraced his brother, his hold snug but gentle.
"I'm nothing without you," his big brother whispered.

"Now you're just being silly..." Peter murmured, suddenly embarrassed at his brother's behaviour.
Nathan was well-known - or rather infamous - for hiding his emotions pretty much at all times. Only with Peter did he sometimes reveal his true self, and usually just to a certain limit. The sudden display of emotion by the older man made Peter unsure of how to react.
"It's true," Nathan stated simply. "If you go, I go. I mean it. You mean more to me than anything."
Peter bit down on his bottom lip. "More than Heidi?" he asked, although it was a superfluous question to which he already knew the answer.
"Yes," Nathan said.
"More than Monty and Simon?" He was going down a slippery slope now, and he knew it. Holding his breath, Peter waited for Nathan's reply.
"Yes," the lawyer admitted after a moment's silence. "I love you more than my own children, Peter."
Peter wondered if such a statement should worry him, but Nathan seemed to read his mind.
"You're my brother. My sweet, annoying, crazy little baby brother. And you mean the world to me."
His arms encircled Peter as he returned the embrace, and Peter leant his head against a strong shoulder.
"If I really do..."
"Yes?"
"Then you trust me when I say that I'm ready. My powers are coming back, you know... don't you trust me?"
Nathan pulled away to look Peter in the eyes. "Yes, but..."
"I'm not gonna break."
Nathan suddenly realized that this was basically a repeat of their conversation back when Peter had just turned nineteen and begged Nathan to fuck him for the first time. His brother had nagged, pleaded and bitched at him until he gave in, and true to his word, Peter had not broken. It had been a ravishing experience to them both, and every last shred of guilt was over-shadowed by the pleasure and contentment derived from the act.
"Do you promise?" Nathan asked, brushing his brother's full, pink lips with his thumb. The fact that the left side still dropped slightly only made Peter look more desirable.
"Why don't I show you instead?" Peter whispered.
Taking a larger hand in his own, he lead his big brother the short distance to his bed, his face a hybrid of both shy and mischievous.
Nathan was feeling bashful himself, and it felt strange. He had felt the same way when his brother was nineteen. But comparing the two moments comforted him now, and he followed Peter onto the bed. Within a half second, they were kissing, limbs entangled and bodies writhing against one another. Nathan broke the kiss to speak.
"Just to be on the safe side..." he said, looking into those big brown eyes, "maybe we should start off slow...?"
Peter attacked Nathan's mouth with his own again, kissing his brother almost ravenously.
"Why?" he said between the slurping, wet noises. "I want you... really bad... right now..."
Two deft hands slid down to unbuckle the older man's belt and get his pants open. Nathan groaned when he felt Peter's fingers slip into his underwear and squeeze his rapidly hardening cock.
"Peter! Take it easy." Nathan caught his younger brother's wrists and firmly held on to him, determined to make Peter listen this time.
"I thought you wanted me, Nathan..." the nurse implored, sounding hurt again.
"I do want you, but I also said we should start off slow," Nathan explained.
"For your sake," he added, slowly releasing the young man's wrists. "I know you won't break," he continued, licking the taste of his brother from his lips, "but I want you to be comfortable."
Peter smiled and bit his lip for a brief moment. It made him look adorable to Nathan.
"That's sweet," the younger man stated, and reached up for another long kiss. Gentle fingertips brushed against his cheeks and traveled down his neck, making his body tremble with a pleasure he never thought possible. He felt amazing... he felt beautiful in his brother's touch.
"You okay?" Nathan inquired, grinning with slight amusement.

Peter took a deep breath and returned the smile. "You lead the way," he said.
Nathan briefly parted from his brother to remove the rest of his clothes and then rejoined Peter in bed, enveloping the other's smaller frame in his arms. They kissed again, slow, languid kisses with lots of tongue. Nathan let his hands explore Peter's body, as though he wished to map and memorize every curve, crevice and ridge of his brother's being.
Reaching Peter's chest, he took the left nipple, still slightly bigger than usual, between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. A loud cry, not derived from lust or pleasure this time, erupted from Peter.
"Oh my god, did I hurt you?" Nathan asked, resisting the impulse to blow warm air on the source of pain, as he'd often done when his brother was a child.
Peter's body was tense, his shoulders bunched up and his chest hidden within the ball he had curled into whilst on his side. He breathed slowly as he got over the sensation, and the feeling of a thumb against the border of his jaw brought him back to reality.
"Are you alright?"
Peter exhaled, annoyed that his body had still not quite resumed how it was nine months ago.
"Maybe you're right..." he said, pulling Nathan close and keeping his hold on the older man. The lawyer hugged him back as they lay facing one another on the bed.
"Maybe we do need to wait."
"No..." Nathan replied, his brother's half erect cock still nudging his leg. "You need this. You've proved it enough."
The kiss he gave made Peter's tense muscles melt into eager submission.
"I'm sorry I squeezed your tit..." Nathan murmured, making sure his hands strayed nowhere near his brother's chest area now. "I didn't know they were still sore."
"At least they've stopped leaking..." Peter muttered back, happy for said fact. He was past the stage of having to wear rolled up layers of fabric under his shirts to keep them from getting stained.
Nathan's hands explored his brother's backside instead, ghosting over sensitive, pale skin to finally cup the nearly perfect round globes of his buttocks. All the weight Peter had put on during his pregnancy had been concentrated to his midsection, and now that he was free from the parasite, he was skinnier than ever.
The fact that Peter had lost weight everywhere else slightly bothered Nathan. The contrast between his skinny legs and large belly in the latest days of his pregnancy had made the near death of his brother all the more real.
Fingers playing backward, he stroked Peter's spine and kissed the pale skin of a slightly heaving chest. Out came a tongue for a mere second and Peter gave the smallest of gasps. Nathan glanced upward to observe the way his brother's movements were passionate, yet still gentle.
"Yes... yes, Nathan..."
The lawyer moved upward to get access to Peter's face, and as he settled to cover his brother's frame with his own, he briefly wondered if he could put his full weight on Peter just yet. Nathan had lain stop the younger man many times, and Peter, though slighter in build, never seemed to have any problem with it.
"I won't break," the nurse insisted, having noticed Nathan's hesitation. To further encourage his brother, he pulled the larger man toward himself and wrapped both legs around Nathan's waist. "Now fuck me!"
Hands massaging the cheeks of Peter's rump, Nathan proceeded to kiss up and down his brother's neck. Kisses became lustful licks, and he felt his could hook his tongue around the younger man's Adam's apple. He tried and only managed to curve his tongue halfway. The tiny bump quivered and Peter giggled, his legs gripping his big brother's waist tighter. Hands grasped as tense back muscles and pulled Nathan closer for a quick yet wet kiss of desire.
"Love you..."
"Love you too." Nathan whispered into the crook of his baby brother's neck. Nuzzling his nose into the young hospice nurse's sternum, the lawyer reached into the nearby bedside table and with a sweaty hand, removed a condom.
"Can't forget these," he remarked, hiding regret from his voice.
Peter also looked regretful for a moment, but the feeling soon gave way for the overwhelming lust invading his mind. Last time he had sex with Nathan - or anyone, for that matter - he had been eight months pregnant and not even able to walk in stairs without losing his breath. Despite Nathan's obvious fear of hurting him, Peter did not wish to wait any longer. Forgetting everything he'd promised to his brother about taking it slow, he tore through the bedside drawer almost frantically until the small bottle of lubricant was in his hand.
Nathan, still in the process of pulling the condom onto his erection, looked up in surprise when he noticed Peter struggling with the lid. "Hey, baby, calm down. We have all night," he said.
Nathan stilled the hands beneath him with his own and Peter grasped back, their faces close enough to make the younger brother reach up, demanding a kiss.
"I want you," he said, his voice almost a pleading little whimper.
"Same here," Nathan said, grinning knowingly, and he finally obeyed his brother's wishes and their lips met. Silently, almost without thought, the bottle of lube passed between them and Nathan unscrewed the lid completely off. With a gentle little peck to Peter's flabby midsection, he poured the gel onto his fingers. He wanted to be gentle, but he also wanted to make sure Peter did not lose patience and do something he might regret.
Nathan gestured at Peter to lie down for the obligatory preparation, and the younger brother eagerly complied, settling on his side with his knees pulled up to his chest. Bottle of lubricant still in his hand, Nathan hesitated for the first time that evening. He had not actually *seen* what Peter's anus looked like after the birth, and this frightened him a little. His imagination had conjured up images of a torn, gaping, bleeding hole several times, and the memory of that caused his arousal to wane for a moment.
Peter, still too deep in his bliss to notice anything, lay with his eyes closed and a silly grin on his face.
Nathan gave his erection a few firm strokes to keep it from flagging and then, determined to crush his fears, spread the halves of his brother's rump to expose his most intimate entrance.
"That's..." he softly exclaimed, "that's amazing."
"Hmmm?" Peter asked in regard to his brother's voice.
"Maybe I'd need a flashlight for a better look," Nathan replied, "but you hardly look like anything happened down here. There's barely any damage left!"
Peter shot his brother a look of 'I told you so', still smiling.
"Dr. Cusack's skills in helping me recover... and my abilities coming back in addition. I told you..."
Nathan smiled lovingly, finishing the sentence. "You won't break."
Even with the sight of his brother's healing orifice to reassure him, Nathan was still gentle in his exploration. Fingers slick with lubricant, he teased at first, feeling little tremors pass through the younger man as he tickled around the puckered hole. Seconds later, he entered with a finger.
There was still a faint scar, barely visible and slightly darker in colour where Cusack had cut and then sutured Peter. How an entire infant, even one as small as their deformed little girl child, could come out of such a tiny opening puzzled Nathan. By all rights, Peter should have died.
Heart constricting at the thought, the older man felt bound to show his brother extra tenderness, which he expressed by gently stroking Peter's hip and thigh while fingering him with his other hand. Soft, throaty mewls of pleasure sounded from the nurse, and Nathan figured that he was long since ready for their final union. He quickly slicked his own cock and then rolled Peter onto his back, delighted at how easily his brother's legs fell apart to welcome him in.
The hopeful look on Peter's closed-eyed face was endearing to no end, like that of a young lady awaiting her first kiss. The vision of innocent sweetness. Hands now softly gripping once thin hips, Nathan entered the hot, snug passage which fit easily like a glove over his throbbing organ.
Lips pressed together, Peter kept his eyes shut and dipped his head backward against the pillow, letting loose a passionate moan. His fingers gripped at bed sheets and blankets until Nathan was inspired to take one in his own hand, feeling how divinely soft the skin was against his own rough fingertips.
"Nathan..."
Taking a breath as though preparing for the exhilaration of those moments when he flew through the sky, the older man began to thrust.
Peter's hands were all over him at once, sliding over his back, not stopping at one place for more than a fraction of a second. It was as though the young man could not get enough of him, and Nathan grinned into the crook of Peter's neck, thinking his little brother knew how to boost his already inflated ego.
"Harder, Nathan!" Peter demanded after a few minutes of gentle lovemaking. He fisted the lawyer's hair almost brutally. "Fuck me harder!"
"You're insatiable," Nathan mock-scolded but heeded the request nonetheless. "How do you expect me to keep up with you?"
"Getting tired, old man?" Peter sneered back, meeting his brother's now faster thrusts.
Nathan grunted as he picked up the pace. "I'll show you old."
As Peter laid back, hands on the nape of his brother's neck, he gave a piercing cry as he was suddenly slammed into with deliberate force.
"Ohhhh... Nathannnn... mmmmnn, ohhh my god..."
The young nurse's hands traveled from the neck to the back, massaging at muscle as it collected a sheen of perspiration. Their moans were beginning to increase in volume as Nathan pounded harder and faster, and Peter only mumbled out delirious commands for more.
"Ohh... PETER..." Nathan all but screamed as heat built up until it had nowhere to go except bursting out of him.
Peter felt his brother's orgasm, both physically as Nathan's body spasmed and a warm, wet sensation spread to his inner walls, even through the condom. Due to the gradual return of his powers, including telepathy, Peter was also able to share Nathan's climax on a deeper, more fundamental level. The lawyer's sweaty body went boneless in a matter of seconds, and he collapsed on top of his brother, breathing heavily against Peter's equally damp neck.
"Jesus christ, Pete... Are you trying to kill me?" Nathan gasped, waiting for his body to recuperate from the intense experience.
"No, but you'll kill me unless you move..." the nurse rasped back, pushing at the bigger man's shoulders.
At first Nathan only snuggled closer to his brother's body, nuzzling his neck. Peter chuckled a bit in between his gasps of breath, and he prodded at Nathan's head with his nose, pecking childishly until the older man pushed away from him, rolling over onto his back.
Sluggishly, the younger brother crept on top of a strong shoulder, resting his head and stroking a toned stomach. Nathan returned the affection by patting his baby brother's hair. It sifted between his fingers in oily dark strings.
"You're probably tired now," Nathan stated, "But how about we go take a shower together?"
"Hrmmm..." Peter replied in a stifled murmur. "Can't we just... sleep instead...?"
"It's only seven PM. If you go to sleep now, you'll wake up after midnight and be wide awake. Do you really want that?"
Peter threw a leg over his brother's, pressing the length of their bodies flush against another. "I just don't wanna move... I'm comfy like this..." he muttered.
"I know you are, but you really do need a shower. Unless you've noticed it yourself, you really stink."
"So do you now," Peter sniped back.
"Not as bad as you. And I did say I'd share it with you," Nathan remarked.
Peter emitted another whiny moan and made no attempt to rise. "Okay..." he finally agreed.
Standing in the bathtub was something Peter had not done for a long time. Mostly he had just been too heavy to do much else but soak in a long bath. Gooseflesh rose over his skin when his brother turned on the water, but soon the temperature of the spray became warmer.
"This feels weird," Peter said, picking up a bar of soap.
"What does?" Nathan asked, standing under the showerhead.
"Bending over instead of having to squat."
Indeed, the image was something Nathan had not witnessed in months. He too was used to his brother needing assistance to reach for something, or else he would have to bend his knees awkwardly and reach past his distended belly. Now the young man could pass for a normal person again, especially a healthy one out of danger. Nathan was glad for it, and he took the soap, rubbing it over Peter's back.
Peter giggled at the contact, pulling his shoulders up and forward. "That tickles..." he murmured. He gradually relaxed as his brother's large, slick hands coated his entire backside from neck to buttocks with lather. Nathan finished by delivering a playful smack to Peter's pale behind.
"Can you wash my hair, too?" the nurse asked.
"If you wash mine afterwards," Nathan replied.
"Hey, that's not fair. You're taller than I."
"Just a couple of inches, Pete. You'll manage. Damn, you really should cut this off..."
Nathan held up a strand of his brother's wet hair, estimating it to be at least seven inches long. Peter had not cut his hair in almost a year, after all.
"Move over," Peter requested, giving Nathan a nudge with an elbow. "I need some hot water."
Nathan obliged and allowed his brother a share of the spray as he scrubbed his own body. He heard Peter advise him to leave his chest for last, and so he obeyed, rewarded by his little brother's own thin fingers working soap suds into his front.
"You're so hairy," Peter mused aloud. "I'm like a lizard compared to you."
Nathan grinned as he enjoyed the washing of his chest, taking the soap and returning the favor.
"But doesn't it keep you warm?"
"Not when I feel like I'm being hugged by an itchy wool sweater."
"A man is supposed to be hairy," Nathan argued. "If you think I'm gonna start waxing my chest just because you find it itchy, you're mistaken, little buddy."
"But... don't you get a lot of stuff tangled up in it?" Peter asked, carding through the coarse dark hairs that covered his brother's chest and much of his stomach, as well. They thinned out above his navel only to thicken again around his sex. A sudden mental image caused Peter to giggle again.
"Be glad you're so well-endowed, or your dick would disappear into that huge bush of hair," he said with a grin.
Rolling his eyes, Nathan pretended to swat at the back of Peter's head. "At least I'm not frequently mistaken for a girl," he snorted.
Peter's smile faded and he looked down, his laugh faint. He leant against Nathan's chest, reaching behind him for the shampoo. As he worked the lather into his big brother's hair, the nurse continued to press his face into the thick chest hair.
His silence and posture alarmed Nathan and the lawyer put his arms around the smaller figure.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Just thinking," Peter said, his voice hard to hear over the pour of water. "You saying that reminds me... I almost am a girl. Now that I have this new... ability."
Nathan suddenly felt like biting off his own tongue. He'd screwed up again, managed to make Peter upset by saying something that he himself found catchy and relatively innocent but his brother took far more seriously. Then again, empathy had never been one of Nathan's strong points.
"You're not a girl, Peter. And I didn't mean to imply that you..."
"No, it's alright," Peter interrupted. "It's I who's being stupid." //And I need to stop acting like a kid//
"I'm sorry." Nathan took his little brother's face in his hands and carefully lifted his head. Large drops of water had collected in Peter's long eyelashes, and his lips were bright pink from the heat inside the bathroom. He really did look like a girl, and Nathan briefly wondered, against his own will, if he'd been equally attracted to his brother if Peter had been more masculine. Hell, the young man had even chosen a profession commonly associated with females.
Sniffling, Peter blinked away whatever would have escaped his red eyes.
"Hormones. Move up again, or you'll get shampoo in your eyes," he said, "and then you'll be the crybaby."
Allowing the water to wash out all the lather from his hair, Nathan poured a sufficient amount into his hand and began to work his fingers into the long strands of dark hair on his baby brother's head. Once again, Peter closed his eyes and leant against his brother, but this time his body was relaxed and his hands patted Nathan's shoulders.
"Are we gonna be okay?" Peter asked. "After all of this, I mean. It's a lot to deal with..."
"You and me, buddy," Nathan replied. "We've got each other. We'll get through it, no problem."
Peter smiled against his brother's skin and wrapped skinny arms around a strong and solid human being who he knew he could always lean on and talk too.
"I love you, Peter."
"I love you too."
Nathan turned the water off, deciding that they were both clean enough now, and stepped out of the shower followed by Peter. Only one towel was available and Nathan snatched it first, which earned him a half-playful, half-annoyed slap from his baby brother. �
"Hurry up, I'm dripping wet!" Peter complained, watching as a large puddle formed on the floor around his feet. With no hot water washing over him any longer, he was also starting to freeze.
"You'll live," Nathan replied casually, taking his time with the large green bath towel. "My body hair collects a lot of water," he joked while thoroughly wiping his groin. "You don't have that problem, at least."
Once his brother was finally finished toweling off, Peter noticed in disappointment that the towel was already pretty much soaked through. "Next time you shower at my place, bring your own towel..." he muttered, wrapping the wet piece of terry cloth around his still dripping head.

Nathan, still naked but now somewhat dry, caught Peter in a bear hug and kissed his forehead. "Big brother's privilege," he grinned. He suddenly lifted the young man to his waist, and Peter was quick to take the hint and wrap both legs around Nathan's mid-section.
"Damn, you're so much lighter than last time I lifted you," the lawyer said in slight amazement.
"Well, yes," Peter replied, leaning his head on his brother's shoulder as he was carried out of the bathroom, "I'm missing what... ninety pounds?"
"Nahh, more like a hundred," Nathan teased, nipping at an earlobe before tossing the younger man onto the bed. Before Peter could roll over and reprimand his brother for the behavior, he felt himself being straddled.
"Oh my god, no!" he exclaimed when he felt fingers diving under his arms, and though he brought himself tightly together into a ball, Nathan's hands were still too strong to be refused.
Peter yelped and finally managed to shove the man off of him, trying hard not to laugh.
"You're a bastard," he said to the grinning face looking at him innocently.
"A bastard who loves you," Nathan replied, beckoning at Peter to curl up against him, which the younger brother hesitantly did.
"No tickling," he warned, and all Nathan did was chuckle out a "of course not, promise" with a mock-innocent look on his visage. Peter's body relaxed from its previous taut state when he realized his brother was not going to tickle him into oblivion this time.
"So do you want anything to eat?" Nathan asked when he suspected Peter was about to doze off again. "It's still just a little past eight, you know."
"Can't we just... stay here and take it easy?"
"Damn it, kiddo, you have to eat. I won't have you lose more weight than you already have!"
"Nate..." Peter addressed as he turned over to face his older brother. "I'm not going to starve myself. I'm still getting through this, but I won't wither away on you. I promise. I'm not even hungry right now."
Nathan's brow knitted for a second as he considered believing the man or not. "You'll go back to your weight before you got pregnant?"

"Sure," Peter replied, kissing first his big brother's chin, then a line of faded scarring along the square jaw, "Maybe even more... get some muscle like you've always wanted..."
"Oh my god, who are you and what did you do with my brother?" Nathan asked, looking surprised.
Peter grinned and slipped his face into the curve of the lawyer's neck, nose against the dip of a collar bone.
"But I always thought you liked me petite," the nurse mused out loud, fingers once again playing with his brother's abundant chest hair. "So that you can do what you want with me..."
"Petite doesn't equal skinny," Nathan countered. "I don't like having to feel your ribs when I hold you."
"I'm small-boned."
"Exactly, all the more reason why your ribs shouldn't show."
Peter rolled his eyes. It seemed his brother was unrelenting about his obsession with Peter's weight. "Fine, then go make me sandwich, or something, if that'll help you sleep at night..."
"Will you eat it?"
Snorting, Peter smacked his brother on the ass, pushing him away. "Go!"
Wandering naked back to the kitchen, Nathan quickly slapped some bread and preserves together, making a typical peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It did not have to be anything spectacular as long as Peter got something into his stomach. Strolling back to the bedroom, he shook his head. Peter had fallen asleep.
Sitting down at the edge of the mattress, Nathan saw a slight stirring, but nothing else. One of his fingers saw to it that Peter fully awoke, his arms tight against his body.
"Jerk."
Nathan chuckled and held up the plate for his brother. Cocking an eyebrow, Peter bit into the sandwich and soon finished his meal in minutes.
"There we go," the lawyer said, actually sounding proud. "You want something more?"
"No..." Peter groaned. "I really just wanna sleep now, okay?" He yawned in demonstration to show how sleepy he was.
"Alright then," Nathan agreed, climbing back into bed to join his brother. "You need a space heater?"
"I suppose that'd be nice..." The nurse cooed in contentment at the feeling of his brother's large, warm body enveloping his from behind. The hair on his torso tickled Peter's skin, but he was used to the sensation by now and didn�t think much of it.
"I wish we could do this every night..." Peter sighed, his thoughts and emotions uninhibited due to already being half asleep. "That we could live together and be... you know."
"Pete..." Nathan said with the patient tone of a parent reprimanding his kid. "Two adult siblings can't live together. It would result in chaos. We'd be at each other's throats 24/7."
"Yeah..." Peter finally said in response. "I could see what you mean. Sometimes you really drive me up a freaking wall. And I'm sure I've done the same to you, but..."
"But...?"
"Oh nothin'..." Peter yawned again and he gave a long sigh. "It doesn't matter if we don't live together. You're my brother. I don't want that to ever change."
Nathan lifted his head to look at his brother's beautiful face. He watched all the consciousness fall silently away and he moved to pull aside long strands of damp hair, touching the lax expression and careful not to wake him.
"Me neither," he whispered.
The End
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