IM Log/Email, August 8, 2011: Nathan/Peter/Amy
Canon: Heroes
Characters: Peter, Nathan, Amy
Warnings: Strong language, sexual situation, incest, minor bloodplay, ability misuse, crazy empaths
Nathan: *plots zombie!Peter's demise*
Amy: *thinks Nathan has some sibling rivalry issues*
Nathan: No, Amy. I just don't want him to suffer like that. And I don't want to be a damn zombie either. *steals Peter's Swiss Army knife* This should be enough.
Amy: *squeaks because HEY THAT'S A VERY IMPORTANT KNIFE* ...Can't ya use a different knife? *pained expression*
Nathan: *siiiighs and drops it on the table, opting for a hunting knife his father gave him* Better?
Amy: Much. Thanks.
Nathan: *shakes his head*
Amy: Don't ask.
Nathan: Waiiiiiit a minute. Why do you even have this-- okay. I won't ask.
Amy: Thank you. *kisses his cheek* You'll be glad you didn't, if you ever do figure somethin' out. *beams*
Nathan: *smiles back* I really hope Pete doesn't turn into a zombie.
Amy: ...So do I. That'd be awful for my sex life.
Nathan: *loud belly laugh*
Peter: *narrows eyes* What's so funny?
Amy: Nathan thinks it's hilarious that you bein' a zombie would suck for my sex life. *srs face*
Peter: Are you kidding? I can't be a zombie. It wouldn't take, you dumbass. *gives Nathan a playful shove*
Amy: *her turn to laugh obnoxiously! Also she'll be playing with the Swiss Army knife over here*
Nathan: *sighs in relief* Phew. Glad I won't have to kill you, then.
Peter: *puppy eyes* You mean...you wouldn't be my zombie brother? That really hurts, Nathan. *can't help but watch Amy playing with his knife*
Amy: Frankly, I don't wanna think about either of ya bein' zombies. Flesheatin' ain't so sexy. Neither's necrophilia. I got a thing for bitin', that's no secret, but hell. No. *pokes the end of her finger, intentionally making herself bleed* Ow.
Nathan: What the fuck are you doing playing with that? It's sharp! Peter, please? Before she winds up taking off her finger?
Peter: *kind of doesn't hear him, he's transfixed*
Amy: I know what I'm doin', Nathan. *lifts her finger to peer at the droplet of blood welling on her fingertip, then holds it up to Peter* Thoughts, Petey Pie? *teases the blade over the palm of her hand, humming at the sensation without cutting herself this time*
Nathan: *starts to feel a little ill* I think I'm gonna go -- somewhere that's not here. *grabs a beer and hightails it to the living room*
Peter: Yeah, I have some thoughts. You're careless and in fact, do not know what you're doing. *takes her hand and sucks the end of her finger where she's cut*
Amy: I disagree. You know better'n anyone I'm far from careless. *pouts, only to sigh contentedly at the sucking* I didn't realize he was that bothered by blood. Just one little drop makes him queasy? Damn. ...I wanna go straddle his lap and tease him with yer knife, Pete. Can I?
Peter: *grins and nods* Yeah, that sounds like fun. Go on. Just don't cut him, okay?
Amy: I woooooon't. He doesn't like it. *pulls her finger back and kisses him, grinning, then pulls away to skip right into the living room and into Nathan's lap* Hi, baby.
Nathan: *slips an arm around her waist and drinks some beer* Hey, baby. Did Peter patch you up?
Peter: *it takes an incredible amount of effort not to laugh at what's probably going to happen*
Amy: Mmhmm. Nurse Peter's good at takin' care'a me. *kisses his forehead, leaving a teensy blood-colored kiss mark, then presses the knife to the side of his neck -- it's the flat, harmless side opposite the blade, but that isn't the point!* Can you take care'a me too, Nate, baby?
Peter: *watches intently, the sight somehow arousing and frightening all at once. He lightly restrains Nathan with telekinesis, and pushes him a thought that he can't move -- he doesn't want Nathan's military training to kick in and cause Amy to get hurt*
Nathan: *struggles a little, but then relaxes, and asks softly* Amy...what the fuck are you doing?
Amy: *her face lights up with an almost childish glee* Takin' care of you, baby. Don't be scared of me. *she kisses him again, nosing along his jaw to tilt his head further* You can comply, or I can make you comply. S'up t'you which route we go, babycakes. *nips his jaw gently, pressing the metal into his flesh*
Peter: *The look of disbelief on Nathan's face, the way Amy's got the metal blade laid across Nathan's neck, it's perversely getting him hard and setting his heart to racing in a kind of panicked excitement. He slowly moves a little closer to them, pretending to look frightened* Amy... please don't hurt my brother.
Nathan: What... *swallows and tries again* ...what do you want me to do?
Amy: Why not, Peter? I bet he'd look real pretty with some new marks to accent this pretty bronze skin, and some red to accent his white shirt... *she leans in to whisper in Nathan's ear* I want you to scream, an' I want you to beg. *bites his earlobe, rolling her hips on him; this situation, fake though it may be, is in no way an exception to how utterly arousing it is to be in a position of power, where someone's life is in her hands. Her voice resumes its typical volume as she sits back again* Can ya do that for me, Nathan? I hope you can do that for me. Things might hurt if you can't.
Peter: *moves slowly closer until he's right at Nathan's side, and he runs his fingers through his hair* Nathan, please just do what she says. *He's able to cry a few tears, because he feels a little badly that Nathan is absolutely petrified. This should do wonders to knock down that narcissistic ego a bit. But the sick, sadistic part of him is thriving on Nathan's fear. and it's difficult to ignore just how much this pseudo-deadly game is exciting him.*
Nathan: *whispers, his mouth suddenly dry* You're sick. You're fucking out of your mind.
Amy: *she pouts, looking Nathan in the eyes with a cold, empty gaze that's damn near impossible to fake; hell, in this moment, for all she's revealing, she actually might just be this fucking crazy. But she doesn't feel in the mood to ruin the surprise either way, so she kisses his nose* Silly Nathan. Always obey the orders of someone who could stab you in the throat and kill you in moments. Don't you know that? *more pouting as she twists the fingers of her free hand into Nathan's hair and wrenches his head aside, fully exposing his neck* Peter, tell 'im not to fuck with me right now if he values his life any.
Nathan: *actually whines a little when Amy jerks his head sideways, and his idea that this is just a sick game is somewhat shot down when he hears just how deadly serious she is. But if she were serious...how could Peter let her get away with it? His heart hammers in his chest, and he's starting to sweat. Why can't he move? He tries not to sound as weak and as frightened as he is when he finally gets the breath to speak.* All right, this isn't funny anymore. You've scared the shit out of me. Good job. Now get the fuck off me.
Peter: *The adrenaline rush brought on by both his brother's and Amy's emotional state is intense, and his body thrums with sheer excitement. If Nathan were able to turn his head, he would see the wicked little smile that flashes across his little brother's face. It's so cruel to be taking pleasure in his brother's discomfort and panic, but God, it feels so good. Nathan deserves a little pain for all the things he's done, right? It's only a game; not that Nathan has to know.* Nathan, please, just do what she says. I don't want-- *he makes his voice break just right* --her to hurt you. She could kill you before I could stop her. Please, Nathan. *He leans down and kisses Nathan's slightly parted lips, mostly for Amy's viewing pleasure.*
Amy: I wasn't never tryna be funny, sugar. *she takes just the point of the knife and drags it down the side of Nathan's neck -- more for sensation than harm, of course. While his mouth is busy with Peter, she presses the sharp point into his flesh, pricking lightly and watching blood escape* You should listen to 'im, y'know. Do what I say. Pete, kiss him again, more intensely. Like you wanna fuck 'im.
Nathan: *moans against Peter's mouth when Amy presses the point of the knife hard enough to cut. His stomach churns, and everything starts to spin very slowly.* Amy, you're...fucking crazy. This is insane. Peter, you've got to do something... *His breathing becomes erratic, his heart now pounding against his ribcage. He can't believe Peter would allow her to torment him like this.*
Peter: *lets out a little gasp when the point of the knife breaks Nathan's skin, and a slight trickle issues from the tiny cut. He wants to get his mouth on it right that instant, but he's got to control himself somewhat. It's bad enough that his dick is hard and straining at the tight denim of his jeans. Nathan is in no position to resist anything that's being done to him, not after Peter reinforces the thought deep in Nathan's consciousness.* Do what she wants, Nathan. Kiss back. Like you mean it. Please. *He seals his mouth over his brother's once again, kissing him roughly. When Nathan pulls back to catch his breath, Peter drags his tongue down the long, exposed skin of his neck, collecting the taste of blood and sweat from his skin, unable to hide the needful sound that escapes him while he does so.*
Amy: I'm not fuckin' anything right now, Nathan. I promise, you'd know if I was. *she watches as the brothers kiss again, painfully aware of just how much she and Peter are enjoying all this. When Peter leans in to lick Nathan's neck, Amy leans in to bite Peter's, worrying his flesh with tongue and teeth before letting go and looking back to Nathan.* There's an easy way for this to stop, baby. Oh, don't look at me like that; ya can't even see the blood. *she ghosts a kiss over Nathan's lips* Just scream. Beg me for what you want.
Peter: *lets out a muffled cry when Amy's teeth sink into his skin, the sudden burst of pain immediately making him crave more. His brother's stubbornness has given him an idea. He doesn't really want to draw the attention off Nathan just yet; part of him wants to see -- and feel -- Amy push Nathan until he breaks. The inherent danger of that, however, is that he's not quite sure how much it will take. He doesn't want to risk Nathan's life in his pursuit of his own sick thrill. He turns to Amy, his voice low and pleading.* Leave him alone, Amy. Please. Don't hurt him. You can have me instead.
Nathan: *is entirely confused at the situation he's been put in. Peter's powers make him indestructible. Unstoppable. Why is he offering himself up like a lamb to the slaughter, when he could simply put a hand up and end it? Maybe that's what Peter is doing. Distracting Amy enough to get him out of harm's way? Nathan is aware of the blood trickling down his neck, and he can see some of it on his brother's lips. The sight makes his stomach flip. Peter can't be in on this too, no fucking way. Peter isn't that fucked up, is he?* Please, just stop this. It's enough. *Not quite begging, but a plea nonetheless.
Amy: *she tips her head at Peter's offer of himself in Nathan's place. It wasn't the plan, but God, it's tempting. While Nathan's terror for himself is beautiful and delicious, he isn't scared enough to meet her demands, and that just won't do; the possibility that he'd give in to save his brother is worth a shot.* It's never enough, Nate, because the stakes keep gettin' higher. I think it's exactly what you need. *She kisses Nathan again before shifting out of Nathan's lap to take several predatory steps toward Peter* The name of the game is "How much does Peter have to take before Nathan gives in”, mmkay? Shirt off. I wanna see what I can play with.
Characters: Peter, Nathan, Amy
Warnings: Strong language, sexual situation, incest, minor bloodplay, ability misuse, crazy empaths
Nathan: *plots zombie!Peter's demise*
Amy: *thinks Nathan has some sibling rivalry issues*
Nathan: No, Amy. I just don't want him to suffer like that. And I don't want to be a damn zombie either. *steals Peter's Swiss Army knife* This should be enough.
Amy: *squeaks because HEY THAT'S A VERY IMPORTANT KNIFE* ...Can't ya use a different knife? *pained expression*
Nathan: *siiiighs and drops it on the table, opting for a hunting knife his father gave him* Better?
Amy: Much. Thanks.
Nathan: *shakes his head*
Amy: Don't ask.
Nathan: Waiiiiiit a minute. Why do you even have this-- okay. I won't ask.
Amy: Thank you. *kisses his cheek* You'll be glad you didn't, if you ever do figure somethin' out. *beams*
Nathan: *smiles back* I really hope Pete doesn't turn into a zombie.
Amy: ...So do I. That'd be awful for my sex life.
Nathan: *loud belly laugh*
Peter: *narrows eyes* What's so funny?
Amy: Nathan thinks it's hilarious that you bein' a zombie would suck for my sex life. *srs face*
Peter: Are you kidding? I can't be a zombie. It wouldn't take, you dumbass. *gives Nathan a playful shove*
Amy: *her turn to laugh obnoxiously! Also she'll be playing with the Swiss Army knife over here*
Nathan: *sighs in relief* Phew. Glad I won't have to kill you, then.
Peter: *puppy eyes* You mean...you wouldn't be my zombie brother? That really hurts, Nathan. *can't help but watch Amy playing with his knife*
Amy: Frankly, I don't wanna think about either of ya bein' zombies. Flesheatin' ain't so sexy. Neither's necrophilia. I got a thing for bitin', that's no secret, but hell. No. *pokes the end of her finger, intentionally making herself bleed* Ow.
Nathan: What the fuck are you doing playing with that? It's sharp! Peter, please? Before she winds up taking off her finger?
Peter: *kind of doesn't hear him, he's transfixed*
Amy: I know what I'm doin', Nathan. *lifts her finger to peer at the droplet of blood welling on her fingertip, then holds it up to Peter* Thoughts, Petey Pie? *teases the blade over the palm of her hand, humming at the sensation without cutting herself this time*
Nathan: *starts to feel a little ill* I think I'm gonna go -- somewhere that's not here. *grabs a beer and hightails it to the living room*
Peter: Yeah, I have some thoughts. You're careless and in fact, do not know what you're doing. *takes her hand and sucks the end of her finger where she's cut*
Amy: I disagree. You know better'n anyone I'm far from careless. *pouts, only to sigh contentedly at the sucking* I didn't realize he was that bothered by blood. Just one little drop makes him queasy? Damn. ...I wanna go straddle his lap and tease him with yer knife, Pete. Can I?
Peter: *grins and nods* Yeah, that sounds like fun. Go on. Just don't cut him, okay?
Amy: I woooooon't. He doesn't like it. *pulls her finger back and kisses him, grinning, then pulls away to skip right into the living room and into Nathan's lap* Hi, baby.
Nathan: *slips an arm around her waist and drinks some beer* Hey, baby. Did Peter patch you up?
Peter: *it takes an incredible amount of effort not to laugh at what's probably going to happen*
Amy: Mmhmm. Nurse Peter's good at takin' care'a me. *kisses his forehead, leaving a teensy blood-colored kiss mark, then presses the knife to the side of his neck -- it's the flat, harmless side opposite the blade, but that isn't the point!* Can you take care'a me too, Nate, baby?
Peter: *watches intently, the sight somehow arousing and frightening all at once. He lightly restrains Nathan with telekinesis, and pushes him a thought that he can't move -- he doesn't want Nathan's military training to kick in and cause Amy to get hurt*
Nathan: *struggles a little, but then relaxes, and asks softly* Amy...what the fuck are you doing?
Amy: *her face lights up with an almost childish glee* Takin' care of you, baby. Don't be scared of me. *she kisses him again, nosing along his jaw to tilt his head further* You can comply, or I can make you comply. S'up t'you which route we go, babycakes. *nips his jaw gently, pressing the metal into his flesh*
Peter: *The look of disbelief on Nathan's face, the way Amy's got the metal blade laid across Nathan's neck, it's perversely getting him hard and setting his heart to racing in a kind of panicked excitement. He slowly moves a little closer to them, pretending to look frightened* Amy... please don't hurt my brother.
Nathan: What... *swallows and tries again* ...what do you want me to do?
Amy: Why not, Peter? I bet he'd look real pretty with some new marks to accent this pretty bronze skin, and some red to accent his white shirt... *she leans in to whisper in Nathan's ear* I want you to scream, an' I want you to beg. *bites his earlobe, rolling her hips on him; this situation, fake though it may be, is in no way an exception to how utterly arousing it is to be in a position of power, where someone's life is in her hands. Her voice resumes its typical volume as she sits back again* Can ya do that for me, Nathan? I hope you can do that for me. Things might hurt if you can't.
Peter: *moves slowly closer until he's right at Nathan's side, and he runs his fingers through his hair* Nathan, please just do what she says. *He's able to cry a few tears, because he feels a little badly that Nathan is absolutely petrified. This should do wonders to knock down that narcissistic ego a bit. But the sick, sadistic part of him is thriving on Nathan's fear. and it's difficult to ignore just how much this pseudo-deadly game is exciting him.*
Nathan: *whispers, his mouth suddenly dry* You're sick. You're fucking out of your mind.
Amy: *she pouts, looking Nathan in the eyes with a cold, empty gaze that's damn near impossible to fake; hell, in this moment, for all she's revealing, she actually might just be this fucking crazy. But she doesn't feel in the mood to ruin the surprise either way, so she kisses his nose* Silly Nathan. Always obey the orders of someone who could stab you in the throat and kill you in moments. Don't you know that? *more pouting as she twists the fingers of her free hand into Nathan's hair and wrenches his head aside, fully exposing his neck* Peter, tell 'im not to fuck with me right now if he values his life any.
Nathan: *actually whines a little when Amy jerks his head sideways, and his idea that this is just a sick game is somewhat shot down when he hears just how deadly serious she is. But if she were serious...how could Peter let her get away with it? His heart hammers in his chest, and he's starting to sweat. Why can't he move? He tries not to sound as weak and as frightened as he is when he finally gets the breath to speak.* All right, this isn't funny anymore. You've scared the shit out of me. Good job. Now get the fuck off me.
Peter: *The adrenaline rush brought on by both his brother's and Amy's emotional state is intense, and his body thrums with sheer excitement. If Nathan were able to turn his head, he would see the wicked little smile that flashes across his little brother's face. It's so cruel to be taking pleasure in his brother's discomfort and panic, but God, it feels so good. Nathan deserves a little pain for all the things he's done, right? It's only a game; not that Nathan has to know.* Nathan, please, just do what she says. I don't want-- *he makes his voice break just right* --her to hurt you. She could kill you before I could stop her. Please, Nathan. *He leans down and kisses Nathan's slightly parted lips, mostly for Amy's viewing pleasure.*
Amy: I wasn't never tryna be funny, sugar. *she takes just the point of the knife and drags it down the side of Nathan's neck -- more for sensation than harm, of course. While his mouth is busy with Peter, she presses the sharp point into his flesh, pricking lightly and watching blood escape* You should listen to 'im, y'know. Do what I say. Pete, kiss him again, more intensely. Like you wanna fuck 'im.
Nathan: *moans against Peter's mouth when Amy presses the point of the knife hard enough to cut. His stomach churns, and everything starts to spin very slowly.* Amy, you're...fucking crazy. This is insane. Peter, you've got to do something... *His breathing becomes erratic, his heart now pounding against his ribcage. He can't believe Peter would allow her to torment him like this.*
Peter: *lets out a little gasp when the point of the knife breaks Nathan's skin, and a slight trickle issues from the tiny cut. He wants to get his mouth on it right that instant, but he's got to control himself somewhat. It's bad enough that his dick is hard and straining at the tight denim of his jeans. Nathan is in no position to resist anything that's being done to him, not after Peter reinforces the thought deep in Nathan's consciousness.* Do what she wants, Nathan. Kiss back. Like you mean it. Please. *He seals his mouth over his brother's once again, kissing him roughly. When Nathan pulls back to catch his breath, Peter drags his tongue down the long, exposed skin of his neck, collecting the taste of blood and sweat from his skin, unable to hide the needful sound that escapes him while he does so.*
Amy: I'm not fuckin' anything right now, Nathan. I promise, you'd know if I was. *she watches as the brothers kiss again, painfully aware of just how much she and Peter are enjoying all this. When Peter leans in to lick Nathan's neck, Amy leans in to bite Peter's, worrying his flesh with tongue and teeth before letting go and looking back to Nathan.* There's an easy way for this to stop, baby. Oh, don't look at me like that; ya can't even see the blood. *she ghosts a kiss over Nathan's lips* Just scream. Beg me for what you want.
Peter: *lets out a muffled cry when Amy's teeth sink into his skin, the sudden burst of pain immediately making him crave more. His brother's stubbornness has given him an idea. He doesn't really want to draw the attention off Nathan just yet; part of him wants to see -- and feel -- Amy push Nathan until he breaks. The inherent danger of that, however, is that he's not quite sure how much it will take. He doesn't want to risk Nathan's life in his pursuit of his own sick thrill. He turns to Amy, his voice low and pleading.* Leave him alone, Amy. Please. Don't hurt him. You can have me instead.
Nathan: *is entirely confused at the situation he's been put in. Peter's powers make him indestructible. Unstoppable. Why is he offering himself up like a lamb to the slaughter, when he could simply put a hand up and end it? Maybe that's what Peter is doing. Distracting Amy enough to get him out of harm's way? Nathan is aware of the blood trickling down his neck, and he can see some of it on his brother's lips. The sight makes his stomach flip. Peter can't be in on this too, no fucking way. Peter isn't that fucked up, is he?* Please, just stop this. It's enough. *Not quite begging, but a plea nonetheless.
Amy: *she tips her head at Peter's offer of himself in Nathan's place. It wasn't the plan, but God, it's tempting. While Nathan's terror for himself is beautiful and delicious, he isn't scared enough to meet her demands, and that just won't do; the possibility that he'd give in to save his brother is worth a shot.* It's never enough, Nate, because the stakes keep gettin' higher. I think it's exactly what you need. *She kisses Nathan again before shifting out of Nathan's lap to take several predatory steps toward Peter* The name of the game is "How much does Peter have to take before Nathan gives in”, mmkay? Shirt off. I wanna see what I can play with.