Sibling Rivalry (Fic, Angela/Nathan/Peter, NC-17)
Title: Sibling Rivalry
Pairing: Angela/Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, Language, PWP
Disclaimer: Don’t own Heroes, don’t want to.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Nathan and Peter vie for their mother’s attention. Who will win?
A/N: Something short and filthy I’ve written for the Nathan Petrelli Memorial Kink Meme. I’m simultaneously thrilled and ashamed of myself, but I personally blame it on the Kink Meme…
"Now, now, boys. Don't all fight for your mother's attention all at once," Angela laughed, sounding like a little girl for all her years, as she tangled the fingers of each hand into her sons' hair, Peter on her left, Nathan on her right, cradling them against her breasts, laughing as Nathan and Peter both kept shoving at each other, trying to claim her for their own.
"I'm her favorite!" Peter moaned as he slapped his brother's hand out of his face as Nathan tried to impede his gentle sucking.
"Is that what she told you?" Nathan mumbled, thrusting his weight forward and finally knocking Peter off the large bed, the bed that both of them had been conceived in. "Ma and I have been doing this since you were in high school, Pete." Angela couldn't help but smile down at her elder son as Peter crashed to the floor.
"What the fuck? This isn't fair!" Peter cried petulantly.
Angela meant to chastise Peter for his language when Nathan's mouth found its mark, his practiced motions silencing her momentarily. Nathan tugged at her nipple roughly, and she cried out as her son's always wandering hands slid up her thighs.
Peter got up and pulled her face toward him, kissing her hard, thrusting his tongue against hers to quiet the sounds that Nathan was bringing from her lips. "Ma, let me try. Give me a chance," he begged.
How could she resist that baby face? He was right. Nathan, being so much older than Peter, had always had the first shot at everything.
Peter would be different. He would be gentle...loving...such a novelty. Nathan, though he could make her scream, he would always be her fallback, her first one. Peter did, after all, deserve to prove himself. Being a Petrelli did have its privileges, after all.
Angela allowed Nathan's fingers to just slide under her panties, just so he could feel how much she now wanted Peter.
She pushed Nathan's hand away before he could make her give in with his expertise. "Nathan, give your brother a chance. Why don't you busy that mouth elsewhere?" she suggested authoritatively.
Peter flashed Nathan an evil grin. like he'd won, no doubt. "Yeah, Nathan. Show Mom how much you like sucking cock."
Nathan looked like he might say something in retort, and he held it back long enough to lower his head into Peter's lap and lick along Peter's cock. "Your call, Pete. I'm not the one who has no fucking idea what I'm doing, at least. Think you can concentrate on giving Ma what she wants while I make you blow your load in my mouth in, oh, what, two minutes?"
Angela shook her head at her elder son's arrogance. She reached over and spanked his bare ass with her hand, just like she'd done when he was small, eliciting a low whine from him, cut short as Peter thrust his cock past Nathan's parted lips. "Play nice, Nathan. I'm sure Peter can handle it. Can't you, little one?" she asked, petting her younger son's face as he lost himself in the heat of Nathan's mouth. She had to admit, Nathan had always been so skilled at using that mouth, whether it was in the courtroom or the bedroom.
Peter's delayed answer was an unintelligible moan, in the grip of ecstasy as Nathan moved his head up and down, making a show of his talent at oral sex. Angela shivered as she imagined all the times Nathan had used some of those tactics on her. Peter really had no idea, did he? He was only eighteen.
"Peter, my dear boy. Prove yourself," she said, pulling Peter's head into her lap. Peter gasped, and for a moment, she thought he might bolt. But she'd had faith in her younger son, and rightfully so, when Peter's tongue slid up and down and around her clit, almost too softly. Patience, she reminded herself. Soon his movements became more confident, as he used the pleasure Nathan gave him to give it to her, his tongue dipping inside her, his lips vibrating against her as he enjoyed Nathan's expertly delivered blowjob. She pushed her hips into his face, and she encouraged, "That's my good boy, Peter. Show your brother he's got some competition, little one."
As Peter came closer to his own peak, his body shuddering, his mouth moved faster. Deliberately. Not frantically, not in desperation to please her, not like Nathan. Peter knew how to draw it out, and because of his concentration, his intention to prove his worth, he was making it last longer for them all.
Clearly, Nathan wasn't appreciating that one bit. She could just hear it in his frustrated moans as he attempted to jerk himself off. Angela opened her eyes, separating herself enough from the physical sensations to remind herself that she was their mother, and she almost laughed at Nathan's angry expression as he tried to make Peter lose it all, tried to win back what he thought was rightfully his.
"So selfish, Nathan. I've tried for years to teach you how to share."
Amused, and aroused even further at Nathan and Peter's terrible sibling rivalry, Angela knew she was close, so close.
Something was missing. Peter seemed to realize it too, and he doubled his efforts, his tongue flicking even faster, his muffled moans getting louder. Still not enough...
Abruptly, a brisk, deep penetration sent her over the edge, what could only be Nathan's strong fingers drawing the pleasure into her body as Peter's tongue teased it out.
Angela recovered, breathing heavily, and watched in approval as Peter gasped, his hips jerking, Nathan swallowing it all, his own come pulsing from beneath his fingers.
Peter seemed to know what had happened, and when he had enough breath to speak, he cried, "That's not fair, Nathan! You weren't supposed to do that! It was supposed to be me!"
Nathan merely smiled, looking extremely pleased with himself, and Peter sulked silently. Angela was truthfully impressed with Peter's performance, but of course, she couldn't break Peter's heart. Nathan just had to be the best at everything, didn't he?
Pairing: Angela/Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, Language, PWP
Disclaimer: Don’t own Heroes, don’t want to.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Nathan and Peter vie for their mother’s attention. Who will win?
A/N: Something short and filthy I’ve written for the Nathan Petrelli Memorial Kink Meme. I’m simultaneously thrilled and ashamed of myself, but I personally blame it on the Kink Meme…
"Now, now, boys. Don't all fight for your mother's attention all at once," Angela laughed, sounding like a little girl for all her years, as she tangled the fingers of each hand into her sons' hair, Peter on her left, Nathan on her right, cradling them against her breasts, laughing as Nathan and Peter both kept shoving at each other, trying to claim her for their own.
"I'm her favorite!" Peter moaned as he slapped his brother's hand out of his face as Nathan tried to impede his gentle sucking.
"Is that what she told you?" Nathan mumbled, thrusting his weight forward and finally knocking Peter off the large bed, the bed that both of them had been conceived in. "Ma and I have been doing this since you were in high school, Pete." Angela couldn't help but smile down at her elder son as Peter crashed to the floor.
"What the fuck? This isn't fair!" Peter cried petulantly.
Angela meant to chastise Peter for his language when Nathan's mouth found its mark, his practiced motions silencing her momentarily. Nathan tugged at her nipple roughly, and she cried out as her son's always wandering hands slid up her thighs.
Peter got up and pulled her face toward him, kissing her hard, thrusting his tongue against hers to quiet the sounds that Nathan was bringing from her lips. "Ma, let me try. Give me a chance," he begged.
How could she resist that baby face? He was right. Nathan, being so much older than Peter, had always had the first shot at everything.
Peter would be different. He would be gentle...loving...such a novelty. Nathan, though he could make her scream, he would always be her fallback, her first one. Peter did, after all, deserve to prove himself. Being a Petrelli did have its privileges, after all.
Angela allowed Nathan's fingers to just slide under her panties, just so he could feel how much she now wanted Peter.
She pushed Nathan's hand away before he could make her give in with his expertise. "Nathan, give your brother a chance. Why don't you busy that mouth elsewhere?" she suggested authoritatively.
Peter flashed Nathan an evil grin. like he'd won, no doubt. "Yeah, Nathan. Show Mom how much you like sucking cock."
Nathan looked like he might say something in retort, and he held it back long enough to lower his head into Peter's lap and lick along Peter's cock. "Your call, Pete. I'm not the one who has no fucking idea what I'm doing, at least. Think you can concentrate on giving Ma what she wants while I make you blow your load in my mouth in, oh, what, two minutes?"
Angela shook her head at her elder son's arrogance. She reached over and spanked his bare ass with her hand, just like she'd done when he was small, eliciting a low whine from him, cut short as Peter thrust his cock past Nathan's parted lips. "Play nice, Nathan. I'm sure Peter can handle it. Can't you, little one?" she asked, petting her younger son's face as he lost himself in the heat of Nathan's mouth. She had to admit, Nathan had always been so skilled at using that mouth, whether it was in the courtroom or the bedroom.
Peter's delayed answer was an unintelligible moan, in the grip of ecstasy as Nathan moved his head up and down, making a show of his talent at oral sex. Angela shivered as she imagined all the times Nathan had used some of those tactics on her. Peter really had no idea, did he? He was only eighteen.
"Peter, my dear boy. Prove yourself," she said, pulling Peter's head into her lap. Peter gasped, and for a moment, she thought he might bolt. But she'd had faith in her younger son, and rightfully so, when Peter's tongue slid up and down and around her clit, almost too softly. Patience, she reminded herself. Soon his movements became more confident, as he used the pleasure Nathan gave him to give it to her, his tongue dipping inside her, his lips vibrating against her as he enjoyed Nathan's expertly delivered blowjob. She pushed her hips into his face, and she encouraged, "That's my good boy, Peter. Show your brother he's got some competition, little one."
As Peter came closer to his own peak, his body shuddering, his mouth moved faster. Deliberately. Not frantically, not in desperation to please her, not like Nathan. Peter knew how to draw it out, and because of his concentration, his intention to prove his worth, he was making it last longer for them all.
Clearly, Nathan wasn't appreciating that one bit. She could just hear it in his frustrated moans as he attempted to jerk himself off. Angela opened her eyes, separating herself enough from the physical sensations to remind herself that she was their mother, and she almost laughed at Nathan's angry expression as he tried to make Peter lose it all, tried to win back what he thought was rightfully his.
"So selfish, Nathan. I've tried for years to teach you how to share."
Amused, and aroused even further at Nathan and Peter's terrible sibling rivalry, Angela knew she was close, so close.
Something was missing. Peter seemed to realize it too, and he doubled his efforts, his tongue flicking even faster, his muffled moans getting louder. Still not enough...
Abruptly, a brisk, deep penetration sent her over the edge, what could only be Nathan's strong fingers drawing the pleasure into her body as Peter's tongue teased it out.
Angela recovered, breathing heavily, and watched in approval as Peter gasped, his hips jerking, Nathan swallowing it all, his own come pulsing from beneath his fingers.
Peter seemed to know what had happened, and when he had enough breath to speak, he cried, "That's not fair, Nathan! You weren't supposed to do that! It was supposed to be me!"
Nathan merely smiled, looking extremely pleased with himself, and Peter sulked silently. Angela was truthfully impressed with Peter's performance, but of course, she couldn't break Peter's heart. Nathan just had to be the best at everything, didn't he?