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Title: Treat
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Matt/Ted
Spoilers: It's set in 5YG, but sort of AU
Promts: Snakebite, trick-or-treating, loin cloth
Word count: 2507
Summary: Matt and Ted go trick-or-treating. Things never go as planned when Matt's with Ted, though.
Author's Note: I signed up for the fic-exchange on rare_heroes and then they didn't do reveals for a while so I could never post it. I noticed they did it in October but I'm not that up-to-date on the comm. So here it is. And yes, it's old, from late August/early September.
Matt can't stand time. He knows it's illogical, but he hates it with every bone of his body. Five years. Five long years means every person he's met had turned into a mass murderer, into a terrorist, into someone he needs to destroy. All because of a stupid bomb.
At least he manages to get a few things. Matthew, for instance, is the brightest boy he's ever known. He can already do such complex things as square roots and is starting to touch on trigonometry, but he knows it's his power. Micah was a technopath - Matthew can solve any problem given to him, and he knows he'll be such a bright boy, if he can get him to test the right colour.
Janice still speaks to him from time to time if he can get her on a good day. He knows he did an awful thing, but with his line of work, he had to. Such horrible words were spoken to keep his son and wife away from him, and even in the hands of another man, he knows it's a better life for her.
And Ted. He isn't even sure what to call that anymore. The most wanted terrorist is Nakamura, the next Petrelli, and then probably Ted. Somehow they've been tipped off he's alive and yet he isn't terrified. He's hidden.
He isn't even sure how it happened. One minute, he was heading to the FBI when Sylar had attacked him, and the next Matt had heard his thoughts in downtown New York City just weeks ago.
He's hidden from everyone, staying in Matt's house. It's probably foolish, but there's nowhere better for the man to stay. Alleys and parks would never work, old buildings would be found in days, and he's respected enough by Sylar - Nathan, he has to remind himself to keep smiling and to keep alive - that he knows the scruffy man won't be found out.
Work is taking its toll, wearing him down as he spends each day looking for Nakamura or Petrelli, just to be able to serve them the justice they deserve. Yet when he comes home, Ted is there. He knows it's cheating, in some messed up way, but he and Janice never truly divorced. They're separated, and he can't help but ignore that as he walks in.
What greets him is a sight to behold. Days mould themselves into a blur now as he tries to protect the world, as Nathan calls it. Not much can make him smile anymore except maybe a drawing from Matthew. But when he walks in, he finds himself laughing immediately.
"What?! I'm Tarzan!" Ted shouts angrily as he stands there, hands on his hips, with nothing but a loin cloth made from what looks like a shirt. Matt can't help but snort and he knows Ted must've found the sewing kit, a small little box with nothing but a needle and about four colours of thread. He's sure of that as he sees the haphazard stitching on the side of his hip in white, not at all matching.
In a way, it's cute.
"Then am I Jane?" Matt can't help but ask, covering his mouth with the back of his hand to cover his laughter.
"Fuck you," Ted snaps out. "It's Halloween. How the hell can you forget?"
A quick frown is given and is it really? He thought it was the end of September. Damn, his days are so off. Yet there's no need for time anymore. The seasons are warped, the winters starting in February and ending in March, summers starting in May and ending in October. From the amount of pollution due to war, destruction and people generally not giving a fuck, the world seems ready to explode in just years.
"Unlike someone, I work," he says as if he forgot by just days. Then he smiles. "Find me a costume."
*
Two hours later, Ted has claimed that he's "uncostumeable" and has decided he needs to go as a policeman or a girl and leaves the choice up to Matt. Without a second's thought, he's found his old uniform and dressed up.
Tarzan and his friend, Mr. Cop. Ted decides they're a match made in heaven.
The worst part is that Ted - or Tarzan as he wants to be called now - wants to go trick-or-treating. It's a ludicrous idea that can get them both killed, and they'll stick out so easily amongst the children who have their parents near them, gripping them tightly while remembering fond memories of their childhood and not caring for their safety, or their child's.
That's why he finds himself grumbling as he walks towards an apartment building, a plastic pumpkin that Ted made him buy gripped in his hand. It already has some candy in it from an apartment building they hit before, but most of the doors were slammed in their faces. He wasn't surprised.
"Oh. Come on, cheer up," Ted commands as he chews on a chocolate. He waves one in front of Matt's face. "Come on. Eat candy. I know you like it." He grins and runs off to the nearest door so fast that Matt can't figure out if that was a joke about his weight or not. The door's knocked upon and Matt just has to scowl there silently.
It swings open to show an old woman, and Matt can see the bowl of candy sitting on the table next to the door for kids. Ted holds up his pumpkin without a word. The woman looks ready to scream at first but then sees the look on Matt's face and laughs as she hands over a handful of candy.
"Matt!" Ted snaps for him, and Matt's sure he's not going to have his candy by the end of the day. The other man has already eaten half of his own - why would he get to keep any but the nasty butterscotch that Ted isn't touching?
He bitterly holds his pumpkin out and when he's sure Ted isn't looking, mouths 'I'm so sorry' to the woman, only to get an extra handful. Maybe that should've been his plan of action from the beginning…
The door shuts and he heads down the hall, only to hear, "Where the hell are you going?" For fuck's sake, he wants to sleep. That was his plan anyway when he came home. Now it's destroyed. It was nearing eleven o'clock - by now, they would have sex and gone to bed on a normal day. Today is anything but.
"We have like, a quarter of it filled. Come on, Ted," Matt says with a sigh and he sounds truly unhappy, something that makes Ted frown. "I'll buy you a bag of anything you want."
The man comes forward and strokes his badge. "I don't really care about the candy, y'know," he says quietly. When he sees Matt starting to talk, he snaps out, "I'm not done yet!" His temper has started to flare as of his return, past what Matt remembered. Maybe that's the problem. He can't remember him at all.
"I like you in your cop uniform. It reminds me of us in that room, remember? When we first met?" Ted whispers and he nips Matt's ear. He grins lightly and then glances towards an apartment door.
"What are you thinking?" By now, Matt knows to ask this question for all of their safety. Ted has such good control of his radiation, like Matt has control of his own power. He's worried sometimes though, because even the best can lose control. And yet he's scared to use his powers with Ted. Every time he tries, there's fragments of broken thought, thoughts of murder, and thoughts of his wife that make Matt feel dirty. Now wouldn't be any different.
Ted moves over to an apartment and knocks on the door loudly. He waits several seconds, then knocks again. "Listen inside." Not surprisingly, it's a command and Matt has to listen or else he'll have the couch for a long while.
A quick sigh is given and he does so. "There's a snake." He can easily tell animals apart, though dogs and cats can sometimes be a problem, but things like fish or snakes are easy as they're so different.
"That's it?"
"Yeah. Why?"
Before he can get a response, Ted is melting the lock with a slow stream of radiation. He finally turns the knock and the door swings open, leaving a smiling Tarzan and a scowling cop. Matt doesn't want to know how many times he's done that.
"We're not breaking and entering."
"Um. I already broke and…" Ted took a step in. "I just entered. Come on. There's a bed."
Ted couldn't be serious, could he? He'd had sex in a lot of places but on someone's bed that he didn't know…
Another thing that he didn't like was that the man seemed capable of knowing his thoughts at the oddest times. It was like Matt was another Petrelli, stealing his power. "Look. It's just like a hotel. Come on."
Ted's like a child sometimes. He doesn't get the concept of personal space - or doesn't care - and Matt has to listen to him. If he doesn't, he'll get a loud tantrum of powers and rage and he's certain he'd have cancer by now if it weren't for the fact that Ted can control his powers better than years before.
They walk in and look around, and it's an odd mixture of shabby with rich. He doesn't want to call it chic, but there are nice paintings and beautiful statues but at the same time, the wood's worn and the wall paper is starting to peel.
He's dragged towards the back like a puppet on strings, unable to fight. Before he can resist it, his clothes are being removed, button by button.
Ted's gaze is so intense that it makes him almost squirm under the man. He loves him, he's sure about that, but sometimes he's worried about it. "Ted…"
"Matt, shut up." The clothes hit the floor before Matt can argue anymore, and he has to close his eyes and go with the flow. He knows how it goes by now: Ted likes to be in control. He needs to be in it, to get some back to his life. The FBI took it all away; the least he can do is return a fraction of it.
The loin cloth drops to the ground with a quiet noise. He's led towards the bedroom and he doesn't want to do this, not in someone else's bedroom, not with candy in the room with them. In some disgusting, wrong way, it's like a child there. He isn't sure. His parents always told him he was weird. He'd always envisioned himself trick-or-treating with Matthew, ending the night sick from candy. Never had Ted come into the mix.
They go to the bedroom and he's shoved onto the blanket. Opening his eyes to stare at Ted, he has never imagined it could've been this. Being a cop for a few more years then getting a desk job, having a few kids, bringing them to play dates and the park and just being a Dad. Instead, he has this.
Messy sex in someone else's bedroom in his dusty cop uniform.
"Ted-"
"Matt, really. Do you want to stop?" It's quipped, almost sounding like a joke, but Matt thinks about it.
He frowns and looks into the other's eyes. Through all the enjoyment of his torture and the amusement, Ted looks slightly nervous. It's… cute. "No." It's the only word he can manage, but it makes Ted smile so much.
He's kissed deeply and returns it with as much affection as he can, but there's a hand snaking up his leg and they're on someone else's bed. He feels a hand gripping him, and Ted knows what to do. He moves his hand so perfectly, a jerk up, another down, and he knows it won't take long.
"Close your eyes." An odd request but the other asks him to do it all the time. Today, he doesn't want to.
"Ted. Not here. What if someone walks in?"
"You'll hear them before me. Do it."
"No."
"Do it or I'll make the snake bite you."
A glare is given before Matt closes his eyes. Slow kisses are placed down his chest and it feels good but at the same time, they're in a random person's apartment and…
He's done worse things, he decides as he feels a tongue slide over his cock. Sure, it's a tricky way to win an argument but Ted wins him over so fast. He knows he's done so much worse, and a little bit of breaking and entering doesn't matter.
Rocking up, he runs a hand through Ted's hair and it feels too good. How he could be better than his wife he'll never know. "Ted," he murmurs as the man's mouth slides down on him, slow and careful with each movement.
It feels too good, Matt decides. All he can manage out is a gasp, trying to get air into his lungs. There's too much warmth, and the pure perversion of their situation makes it ten times sexier. He rocks up slowly, gasping and holding Ted's head down. Anyone else he'd be worried to do that with - Ted seems too skilled with it, in a way that should've worried him. Instead, it turns him on even more.
Slow, meticulous licks of Ted's tongue are given and he knows it won't be long. It never is, not when they're not at home. There, he can last for hours. Anywhere else and just the erotic, wrong things they are doing make him want it more than ever, making it so he can't hold on.
"Ted…" he whispers and he rocks up. Seconds later he comes into the other's mouth, no more than a name's warning in the air. By now, he knows Ted can't care. The man simply swallows, licks him clean and lies next to him.
"My turn," he says with a grin, but something's wrong. Scattered thoughts.
Halloween. Toilet paper. Childish acts. Stupid kids. Never should've had them. Need to pay a fine. Now I need to go to court. Why the hell did I agree to let them out of the house alone?
As people come closer, he can hear their thoughts clearer and he curses. "Ted. People. Now." He grabs his clothes and dresses as he runs for the door, but Ted doesn't move.
"You asshole! I didn't get off and you're just making up-"
"Don, get the fuck in here before I burn all your candy! I should, for how you toilet papered Mrs. Johnson's house and spray painted her cat! "
Ted slips on his loin cloth quickly and then follows suit after Matt, slipping down the fire escape nearly silent, two plastic pumpkins clutched in his hand.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Matt/Ted
Spoilers: It's set in 5YG, but sort of AU
Promts: Snakebite, trick-or-treating, loin cloth
Word count: 2507
Summary: Matt and Ted go trick-or-treating. Things never go as planned when Matt's with Ted, though.
Author's Note: I signed up for the fic-exchange on rare_heroes and then they didn't do reveals for a while so I could never post it. I noticed they did it in October but I'm not that up-to-date on the comm. So here it is. And yes, it's old, from late August/early September.
Matt can't stand time. He knows it's illogical, but he hates it with every bone of his body. Five years. Five long years means every person he's met had turned into a mass murderer, into a terrorist, into someone he needs to destroy. All because of a stupid bomb.
At least he manages to get a few things. Matthew, for instance, is the brightest boy he's ever known. He can already do such complex things as square roots and is starting to touch on trigonometry, but he knows it's his power. Micah was a technopath - Matthew can solve any problem given to him, and he knows he'll be such a bright boy, if he can get him to test the right colour.
Janice still speaks to him from time to time if he can get her on a good day. He knows he did an awful thing, but with his line of work, he had to. Such horrible words were spoken to keep his son and wife away from him, and even in the hands of another man, he knows it's a better life for her.
And Ted. He isn't even sure what to call that anymore. The most wanted terrorist is Nakamura, the next Petrelli, and then probably Ted. Somehow they've been tipped off he's alive and yet he isn't terrified. He's hidden.
He isn't even sure how it happened. One minute, he was heading to the FBI when Sylar had attacked him, and the next Matt had heard his thoughts in downtown New York City just weeks ago.
He's hidden from everyone, staying in Matt's house. It's probably foolish, but there's nowhere better for the man to stay. Alleys and parks would never work, old buildings would be found in days, and he's respected enough by Sylar - Nathan, he has to remind himself to keep smiling and to keep alive - that he knows the scruffy man won't be found out.
Work is taking its toll, wearing him down as he spends each day looking for Nakamura or Petrelli, just to be able to serve them the justice they deserve. Yet when he comes home, Ted is there. He knows it's cheating, in some messed up way, but he and Janice never truly divorced. They're separated, and he can't help but ignore that as he walks in.
What greets him is a sight to behold. Days mould themselves into a blur now as he tries to protect the world, as Nathan calls it. Not much can make him smile anymore except maybe a drawing from Matthew. But when he walks in, he finds himself laughing immediately.
"What?! I'm Tarzan!" Ted shouts angrily as he stands there, hands on his hips, with nothing but a loin cloth made from what looks like a shirt. Matt can't help but snort and he knows Ted must've found the sewing kit, a small little box with nothing but a needle and about four colours of thread. He's sure of that as he sees the haphazard stitching on the side of his hip in white, not at all matching.
In a way, it's cute.
"Then am I Jane?" Matt can't help but ask, covering his mouth with the back of his hand to cover his laughter.
"Fuck you," Ted snaps out. "It's Halloween. How the hell can you forget?"
A quick frown is given and is it really? He thought it was the end of September. Damn, his days are so off. Yet there's no need for time anymore. The seasons are warped, the winters starting in February and ending in March, summers starting in May and ending in October. From the amount of pollution due to war, destruction and people generally not giving a fuck, the world seems ready to explode in just years.
"Unlike someone, I work," he says as if he forgot by just days. Then he smiles. "Find me a costume."
*
Two hours later, Ted has claimed that he's "uncostumeable" and has decided he needs to go as a policeman or a girl and leaves the choice up to Matt. Without a second's thought, he's found his old uniform and dressed up.
Tarzan and his friend, Mr. Cop. Ted decides they're a match made in heaven.
The worst part is that Ted - or Tarzan as he wants to be called now - wants to go trick-or-treating. It's a ludicrous idea that can get them both killed, and they'll stick out so easily amongst the children who have their parents near them, gripping them tightly while remembering fond memories of their childhood and not caring for their safety, or their child's.
That's why he finds himself grumbling as he walks towards an apartment building, a plastic pumpkin that Ted made him buy gripped in his hand. It already has some candy in it from an apartment building they hit before, but most of the doors were slammed in their faces. He wasn't surprised.
"Oh. Come on, cheer up," Ted commands as he chews on a chocolate. He waves one in front of Matt's face. "Come on. Eat candy. I know you like it." He grins and runs off to the nearest door so fast that Matt can't figure out if that was a joke about his weight or not. The door's knocked upon and Matt just has to scowl there silently.
It swings open to show an old woman, and Matt can see the bowl of candy sitting on the table next to the door for kids. Ted holds up his pumpkin without a word. The woman looks ready to scream at first but then sees the look on Matt's face and laughs as she hands over a handful of candy.
"Matt!" Ted snaps for him, and Matt's sure he's not going to have his candy by the end of the day. The other man has already eaten half of his own - why would he get to keep any but the nasty butterscotch that Ted isn't touching?
He bitterly holds his pumpkin out and when he's sure Ted isn't looking, mouths 'I'm so sorry' to the woman, only to get an extra handful. Maybe that should've been his plan of action from the beginning…
The door shuts and he heads down the hall, only to hear, "Where the hell are you going?" For fuck's sake, he wants to sleep. That was his plan anyway when he came home. Now it's destroyed. It was nearing eleven o'clock - by now, they would have sex and gone to bed on a normal day. Today is anything but.
"We have like, a quarter of it filled. Come on, Ted," Matt says with a sigh and he sounds truly unhappy, something that makes Ted frown. "I'll buy you a bag of anything you want."
The man comes forward and strokes his badge. "I don't really care about the candy, y'know," he says quietly. When he sees Matt starting to talk, he snaps out, "I'm not done yet!" His temper has started to flare as of his return, past what Matt remembered. Maybe that's the problem. He can't remember him at all.
"I like you in your cop uniform. It reminds me of us in that room, remember? When we first met?" Ted whispers and he nips Matt's ear. He grins lightly and then glances towards an apartment door.
"What are you thinking?" By now, Matt knows to ask this question for all of their safety. Ted has such good control of his radiation, like Matt has control of his own power. He's worried sometimes though, because even the best can lose control. And yet he's scared to use his powers with Ted. Every time he tries, there's fragments of broken thought, thoughts of murder, and thoughts of his wife that make Matt feel dirty. Now wouldn't be any different.
Ted moves over to an apartment and knocks on the door loudly. He waits several seconds, then knocks again. "Listen inside." Not surprisingly, it's a command and Matt has to listen or else he'll have the couch for a long while.
A quick sigh is given and he does so. "There's a snake." He can easily tell animals apart, though dogs and cats can sometimes be a problem, but things like fish or snakes are easy as they're so different.
"That's it?"
"Yeah. Why?"
Before he can get a response, Ted is melting the lock with a slow stream of radiation. He finally turns the knock and the door swings open, leaving a smiling Tarzan and a scowling cop. Matt doesn't want to know how many times he's done that.
"We're not breaking and entering."
"Um. I already broke and…" Ted took a step in. "I just entered. Come on. There's a bed."
Ted couldn't be serious, could he? He'd had sex in a lot of places but on someone's bed that he didn't know…
Another thing that he didn't like was that the man seemed capable of knowing his thoughts at the oddest times. It was like Matt was another Petrelli, stealing his power. "Look. It's just like a hotel. Come on."
Ted's like a child sometimes. He doesn't get the concept of personal space - or doesn't care - and Matt has to listen to him. If he doesn't, he'll get a loud tantrum of powers and rage and he's certain he'd have cancer by now if it weren't for the fact that Ted can control his powers better than years before.
They walk in and look around, and it's an odd mixture of shabby with rich. He doesn't want to call it chic, but there are nice paintings and beautiful statues but at the same time, the wood's worn and the wall paper is starting to peel.
He's dragged towards the back like a puppet on strings, unable to fight. Before he can resist it, his clothes are being removed, button by button.
Ted's gaze is so intense that it makes him almost squirm under the man. He loves him, he's sure about that, but sometimes he's worried about it. "Ted…"
"Matt, shut up." The clothes hit the floor before Matt can argue anymore, and he has to close his eyes and go with the flow. He knows how it goes by now: Ted likes to be in control. He needs to be in it, to get some back to his life. The FBI took it all away; the least he can do is return a fraction of it.
The loin cloth drops to the ground with a quiet noise. He's led towards the bedroom and he doesn't want to do this, not in someone else's bedroom, not with candy in the room with them. In some disgusting, wrong way, it's like a child there. He isn't sure. His parents always told him he was weird. He'd always envisioned himself trick-or-treating with Matthew, ending the night sick from candy. Never had Ted come into the mix.
They go to the bedroom and he's shoved onto the blanket. Opening his eyes to stare at Ted, he has never imagined it could've been this. Being a cop for a few more years then getting a desk job, having a few kids, bringing them to play dates and the park and just being a Dad. Instead, he has this.
Messy sex in someone else's bedroom in his dusty cop uniform.
"Ted-"
"Matt, really. Do you want to stop?" It's quipped, almost sounding like a joke, but Matt thinks about it.
He frowns and looks into the other's eyes. Through all the enjoyment of his torture and the amusement, Ted looks slightly nervous. It's… cute. "No." It's the only word he can manage, but it makes Ted smile so much.
He's kissed deeply and returns it with as much affection as he can, but there's a hand snaking up his leg and they're on someone else's bed. He feels a hand gripping him, and Ted knows what to do. He moves his hand so perfectly, a jerk up, another down, and he knows it won't take long.
"Close your eyes." An odd request but the other asks him to do it all the time. Today, he doesn't want to.
"Ted. Not here. What if someone walks in?"
"You'll hear them before me. Do it."
"No."
"Do it or I'll make the snake bite you."
A glare is given before Matt closes his eyes. Slow kisses are placed down his chest and it feels good but at the same time, they're in a random person's apartment and…
He's done worse things, he decides as he feels a tongue slide over his cock. Sure, it's a tricky way to win an argument but Ted wins him over so fast. He knows he's done so much worse, and a little bit of breaking and entering doesn't matter.
Rocking up, he runs a hand through Ted's hair and it feels too good. How he could be better than his wife he'll never know. "Ted," he murmurs as the man's mouth slides down on him, slow and careful with each movement.
It feels too good, Matt decides. All he can manage out is a gasp, trying to get air into his lungs. There's too much warmth, and the pure perversion of their situation makes it ten times sexier. He rocks up slowly, gasping and holding Ted's head down. Anyone else he'd be worried to do that with - Ted seems too skilled with it, in a way that should've worried him. Instead, it turns him on even more.
Slow, meticulous licks of Ted's tongue are given and he knows it won't be long. It never is, not when they're not at home. There, he can last for hours. Anywhere else and just the erotic, wrong things they are doing make him want it more than ever, making it so he can't hold on.
"Ted…" he whispers and he rocks up. Seconds later he comes into the other's mouth, no more than a name's warning in the air. By now, he knows Ted can't care. The man simply swallows, licks him clean and lies next to him.
"My turn," he says with a grin, but something's wrong. Scattered thoughts.
Halloween. Toilet paper. Childish acts. Stupid kids. Never should've had them. Need to pay a fine. Now I need to go to court. Why the hell did I agree to let them out of the house alone?
As people come closer, he can hear their thoughts clearer and he curses. "Ted. People. Now." He grabs his clothes and dresses as he runs for the door, but Ted doesn't move.
"You asshole! I didn't get off and you're just making up-"
"Don, get the fuck in here before I burn all your candy! I should, for how you toilet papered Mrs. Johnson's house and spray painted her cat! "
Ted slips on his loin cloth quickly and then follows suit after Matt, slipping down the fire escape nearly silent, two plastic pumpkins clutched in his hand.