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25 April 2007 @ 05:52 pm
Prompt: Nathan/Peter, in the Oval Office

Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power. Abraham Lincoln


Nathan was just a little bit amazed that he'd made it this far. He let his feet sink into the blue depths of the carpet as he studied the desk in front of him, eyeing the intricate designs carved into the warm wood, taking in the solid bulk of the thing. The chair behind it didn't look like much- polished, battered leather worn smooth by years of use. The seat of power.

Nathan's seat.

"Mr. President?"

Nathan snapped out of his reverie. The Secretary of the Treasury was looking at him curiously. The rest of the cabinet were watching him, too.

Nathan gave them his best smile and crossed to the chair in a few easy strides. He seated himself, and took a moment to adjust to the feeling.

Only a moment, though. He looked at his assembled advisers.

"Gentlemen. What have you got for me today?"


Nathan had just finished arranging a meeting with the National Security Council when Peter came in.

"Nice office."

He noted that Peter had made an attempt at dressing nicely this time. His hair was slicked back, and the change still threw Nathan off.

Peter couldn't die.

"Hey, Pete. Haven't seen much of you lately."

Nathan pulled his brother into a hug, which seemed to surprise him. They hadn't slept together, hadn't touched each other since Peter's brush with death. Nathan didn't know what to do with this new Peter; he was confused, and grateful, and a little scared.

Peter can't die.

Peter would never leave him. Nathan buried his face in his neck, marveling at the soft, quick pulse under his lips. After a moment, Peter relaxed, and returned the embrace. They stood in the Oval Office, holding each other a little too closely, for just a little longer than necessary, and when Peter rested his forehead on Nathan's shoulder, he knew that they were the same as ever.


He was the President of the fucking United States. Peter had grown up, somehow.

They were different, but where it mattered- all that mattered to Nathan- they were still the same. Nathan had a reason to be the President. He had a reason to be a good President.

Peter reached up and cupped Nathan's face, his eyes soft.

And then he pulled away, and went across the office, and locked the door.

"Well, you have been a little busy," he said. He smiled.


It was like starting over again, somehow. They stood face-to-face, not quite touching, studying each other. Who are you? Are you the same?

Finally Nathan gave in. He took Peter's jaw and pulled him close for a kiss. Peter came willingly, pressing his lips to Nathan's and opening his mouth just a little bit, so that Nathan could slip his tongue between Peter's teeth. Nathan backed up, sat on the edge of his desk as he pulled Peter closer.

Oh, God. He had missed this, this warmth and softness, this intimacy. Peter's hand was tight on his arm, and he wrapped his other arm around Nathan's neck. Closer.

Peter bit Nathan's lip, and Nathan whimpered a little, and pulled back so that he could see his brother's eyes. Peter's eyes were glassy, his lips swollen and his cheeks red. Nathan stroked Peter's cheek, grazing over stubble that never seemed to go away, and traced a meandering path down Peter's neck, over his pounding pulse. He watched with delight as those dark eyes rolled back and then closed when he pressed his hand against the bulge in Peter's trousers.

Still mine, little brother.

He freed Peter quickly, pulling at his trousers and underwear. Peter was making soft incoherent sounds as Nathan stroked him. Up, down, and back, from hilt to tip. Peter leaned forward and stole another sloppy kiss, and then Nathan manhandled him so that he was braced against the desk.

"Coat pocket," Peter gasped. He watched as Nathan searched his trench coat.

Nathan had to laugh. The little bastard had brought lube. How much of this had he planned?

Long habit kept them both silent as Nathan sunk into Peter, moving carefully at first and then more quickly. His eyes were closed, but he could hear the hitch in Peter's breath, hear the little gasps and moans that always escaped when Peter was trying to be quiet. At least that was still the same.

Always mine.

He opened his eyes, looked at the back of his brother's dark head, watched as Peter arched his back, shuddering with pleasure. Could he let Peter explode, could he let him kill thousands of people and do nothing?

As he watched Peter come apart beneath him, Nathan began to think that perhaps he could.


They cleaned up quickly, efficiently, and Nathan stole one last kiss.

"Now, get going. Your brother may be the President of the United States, but you're still a nurse, and you still have work tomorrow."

"Love you, man," Peter said. He shrugged into his blue trench coat, smiled at Nathan, and left.
Veet Voojagig: Nathan Peterveetvoojagig on April 25th, 2007 07:04 pm (UTC)
*laughs softly* That was cute.
ominousgreyominousgrey on April 25th, 2007 08:38 pm (UTC)
Wouldn't there be cameras in the oval office?
(Anonymous) on April 25th, 2007 09:00 pm (UTC)
shush. it's porn. ;p
ivy_bivy_b on April 25th, 2007 09:26 pm (UTC)
And considering Nathan couldn't be President BEFORE the bomb goes off, the whole "could he let Peter explode" doesn't make sense. That's me nitpicking. But this was great, I loved it.
lacesforalady on April 25th, 2007 11:03 pm (UTC)
I saw it as Peter's explosion being the thing that makes Nathan a great president, instead of a great congressman. The way I understood it, Nathan takes office, Peter goes boom, Nathan leads the way in the aftermath.

Hmmm... Maybe I have to rewatch the episode. Oh no.
{    ♫ siri ♫    }thisissirius on April 25th, 2007 09:37 pm (UTC)

I love the first part but I'm always all for the porn :D
clair3: heroesclair3 on April 26th, 2007 07:01 am (UTC)
Kyyaaaa doing it in the oval office XD
Paynesgrey: peter/nathan kisspaynesgrey on April 26th, 2007 01:45 pm (UTC)
Yum! Perfect place to do it at. Wonderful little ficlet here!