This is not what I should be doing right now

[brighteyedjill]

I still have a couple dozen unanswered comments. I'll respond to them, I swear. Also on deck: editing my heroes_exchange fic, Syluke comment fic, Star Trek kink meme fic, more Kirk/Spock fic (this time with 70% more plot!), and Sweet Charity fic. Plus sleeping, work, and real life. Pshaw.


Stolen from speccygeekgrrl. It's like a shameless, customizable kink meme...Kinda!


If you want to play, it works like this:
1. Visit the master list, select your favorite 100
2. Post your favorite 100 behind a cut in your LJ (or if you can’t pick 100, as many as you can without going over)
3. Your f-list’s job is to write you “comment pr0n” for your favorites. (Or if you can't decide, try picking a random number and challenging yourself!)
Bolded for extra-special favorites ♥




1. Abuse (sexual, emotional, and/or violent childhood abuse; past abusive relationships; character A's abuse drives character B into arms of character C; the wounded child as an adult archetype)
2. Anal penetration with foreign objects [What can I say--use what's lying around!]
3. Angst (see Emotional themes)
4. Animalistic behaviors and characteristics, dominant (snarling; sniffing; scent-marking or biting; other claiming acts; territoriality; predatory stalking; cuffing; forcing the partner's neck down; claws and other features)
5. Animalistic behaviors and characteristics, submissive (feral characters or behavior; domesticated pet behavior such as sitting at owner's foot and cheeking their thigh; purring; licking; characters objectified as animals, e.g., ponyboys)
6. Anti-heroes (sympathetic villains; villains with principles; noble demons; enemies who keep their word)
7. AUs (alternate characterizations and situations; sex between alternates of one character or between different characters; alternates as catalysts for realization of desire; role reversal; darker mirror universe characters; mistaken identity)
8. Auctions (slave or charity)
9. Bad boys (punks, rebels; see also Rogues)
10. BDSM
11. Begging or offering (begging or pleading for mercy, for sexual release, to be taken; a character offering himself; neediness)
12. Beloved hostages (royal, diplomatic, or business hostages; see also Abduction as seduction)
13. Biological imperative (pon farr or mating drive; being in heat) [Um, with the new Star Trek slash obsession I have building, I predict this will be important in the future]
14. Brothels
15. Canon (canon elements/canonicity heightens characterization or scenario) [This is, when canon can be counted on... *cough*Heroes*cough]
16. Childlike characteristics (innocence and simplicity; trustingness; truth-speaking, playfulness; boyishness and mischievousness; wounded child characters; orphans)
17. Claiming or establishing ownership (private or public; by gesture, word, or ritual; with sex; with a collar and leash; with scent-marking or by biting)
18. Clothes fetishization (of any kind, e.g., uniforms; leather gear; worn blue jeans; thigh-highs; stilettos; leather jackets; tuxedos or GQ wear; constricting or modest clothes; boxer-briefs; going commando)
19. Collars (slave)
20. Conditioning (taming or breaking a character; training; brainwashing; Stockholm syndrome)
21. Conflicts and challenges (war and combat in general; sieges; Die Hard scenarios; jousting; gladiatorial games; wrestling and sparring; duels of honor; bets and sports competitions; romantic rivalries; seduction viewed as a challenge; misunderstandings and fights; break-ups; traded insults; stormy relationships; family strife; personality clashes; cultural differences; philosophical disagreements)
22. Crossovers (characters thrust into other universes; canon universes merged; sex between characters played by same actor)
23. Daddy themes (fetishization and role-play; difficult father-son relationships; sugar daddies; paternalism in general)
24. Dominance and submission (See also Submission; Servitude; Master and slave, etc) [This selection surprises no one]
25. Double penetration (anal, vaginal, or oral)
26. Emotional themes, emo-kink (angst; wallows; darkfic; emotional damage; psychological trauma; tragic pasts; broken characters; guilt and shame; mental instability; sadness and grief; abandonment or fear of same; characters who can't go home again; fear in general; nightmares; loneliness; broken-heartedness; failure; insecurity; self-hatred; self-mutilation such as secret cutting; suicide; see also Insanity)
27. Falling (falling from grace; going bad; turning to the Dark Side; Faustian deals; succumbing to temptation or addiction; degradation and descent in general)
28. Fisting (anal or vaginal)
29. Fuck or die
30. Healing or comfort sex (post-rape or abuse; affirming life in the midst of death; captives turning to one another for comfort; one character soothing another who is deeply upset or fearful)
31. Heroic gestures (nobility; self-sacrifice; risking self to save someone's life; Gift of the Magi scenarios; taking the partner's place for torture; trading sexual favors to guards to procure food or medicine for partner; heroic deaths)
32.Historical and period settings
33. Humiliation (erotic or non-erotic)
34. Hurt/comfort (emotional and/or physical, including torture of all kinds and degrees, and any form of caretaking)
35. Imprisonment, erotic (cages, cells, closets, coffins, etc)
36. Intoxication and altered states (aphrodisiacs; drugs or alcohol; sex pollen/spores; substances or devices that create arousal, affection, or dependency; speaking or showing the truth while intoxicated; visionary states)
37. Masquerade (a character pretends to be someone else, or something he's not, e.g., a nebbishy nerd must convince goons he's a ruthless arms dealer or assassin; a cop goes undercover in prison; a spy infiltrates an agency; a good guy pretends to be his AU evil twin; Cyrano scenarios)
38. Master and slave (erotic or romantic slavery, or otherwise; see Power issues)
39. Mindfuck, mindgames
40. Multiple partners (sequential/serial sexual encounters; orgies, gang-bangs, or group sex; puppy-pile cuddling; see also Sexual appetite or excess)
41. Non-consensual or semi-consensual sex (sexual extortion; bribery; reluctant or ambivalent partner; bondage and struggle; no means yes; other consent issues)
42. Penance or reform (bad boy turns good; evil seeks to change; performing acts of atonement or restitution; self-mortification; martyrdom; selflessness; apologies or apology sex)
43. Possessiveness or jealousy
44. Power issues (inequities in beauty, rank, or class; power games; BDSM; power reversals; sheikhs, sultans, princes, and other royal figures; teacher/student pairings; magical powers; abuse of power; blackmail; romantic slavery; liege/lord pairings; issues of respect; sexual scenarios such as a dominant character giving his partner to others to use, or a character kneeling beneath a desk and blowing someone who's on the phone)
45. Power issues, sociopolitical (colonialism; alien invasion or rule; institutionalized slavery; totalitarian states and rebellion; powerful secret societies, e.g., the Illuminati or Watcher-style organizations)
46. Prison scenarios (prison rape and/or protection; cruel guards; punishment; hard labor; deprivation; prisoners of war; camps and barracks; false imprisonment)
47. Prizes (characters who are eroticized as prizes or spoils of war)
48.Prostitutes (call-girls and hookers; rent boys and hustlers; escorts; paying one's way through school with sideline hooking; juvenile past on the streets)
49. Rape (single assailant; gang rape; partner rape)
50. Restraint (pinning someone down; pushing someone's arm up behind their back during sex; covering or clasping someone's hands to prevent movement)
51. Restraints (handcuffs, leather ties, chains, etc)
52. Reversal of role or fortune (loss of love, power, rank, etc; hunter becomes prey, master becomes slave; a strong character is made weak; role-reversal games; Flowers for Algernon scenario)
53. Rogues (outlaws, highwaymen, mercenaries, pirates, gangsters, hitmen, etc; black sheep and royal bastards; Han Solo characters; tricksters; see also Violent and dark natures and Rough behavior)
54, Roughnecks (cowboys; Tarzan figures; relatedly rough characteristics and behavior, such as scruffiness, rudeness, crude language, uncouth habits, etc; see also Lady and the Tramp pairings; Primitivism; Rogues)
55. Rough sex (quick and dirty sex; hate or grudge sex; angry sex; fighting/wrestling; jackhammer fucking; sex with no or little lube)
56. Sandwich sexual position or chain fuck (threesome)
57. School themes and fetishization (boarding schools; dojos; scholarly gowns and uniforms; sailor fuku; prep school chic; teacher/student pairings; donnish or professorial characters; prefects/head boys; caning; schoolboy hijinks or sexual discovery; military academies; tutoring and teaching in general; see also Conditioning)
58. Secrets, other (dark or criminal past; double lives; previous marriage and/or children; unspoken feelings)
59. Seduction (one-on-one; two-on-one; verbal or physical; intense erotic courtship or teasing; see also Courting)
60. Sex in public or semi-public places
61. Sex outdoors/outside (in a field; in a rainstorm; with snow falling; on the beach; in a graveyard; in an alley)
62. Sex slaves or mates (concubines, catamites, etc)
63. Sexual appetite or excess (hypersexuality, i.e., high sex drive; sex addiction or compulsive behavior; short/no refractory period; multiple orgasms; multiple partners; indiscriminate sex or sluttishness)
65. Silence (slave silence; silence as an erotic element in sex; trying to be silent during semi-public sex; going nonverbal or speechless with arousal; traumatic mutism; selective mutism; sign language; gestures used to convey feelings rather than words; see also Clams)
66. Situational engineering (the conscious or unconscious manufacture of events that give an emotional or sexual pay-off which can't be otherwise achieved; in particular, perilous situations; for example, character A puts himself in danger in order to receive fussy attention from character B; pay-off can be simply seeing someone, or hurt/comfort touching, intimacy, adrenaline sex, etc)
67. Situational homosexuality
68. Slavery (see Master and slave)
69. Sleep and bedding themes (sharing a bed by necessity, such as in a hotel with only one room left; sharing a sleeping bag for warmth; sex while drowsy or sleeping; sex as a sleep aid; autonomic arousal from proximity; morning wake-up sex, falling asleep against someone's shoulder; watching someone sleep; dreams; nightmares; dream lovers, e.g., succubi; exotic or romantic beds, e.g., canopied; furs as bedding; silk sheets)
70. Society (social mores and morality; laws; institutional regulations such as Don't Ask Don't Tell; elaborate rituals or ceremonies; social events such as feasts and parties; decorum; formal or deferential modes of address; see also Witnesses)
71. Special powers and skills (superhero powers; magical powers; telekinesis; shapeshifting; hyperdeveloped senses; combat expertise; sharpshooting; eidetic memory; computer hacking skills; thief skills; temporary gifts of power from drugs, alien devices, etc, repercussions of which could include delusions of godhood, dangerous physical or mental overload, and so on)
72. Submission (obedience; submissive behaviors such as boot kissing, crawling, keeping one's eyes lowered, or kneeling for master; believing in cultural dictates of submissive behavior; abasement in general)
73. Talking and communication issues (dirty talk or verbal seduction; sweet talking; reciting poetry; talking someone to orgasm; talking during sex; pillow talk; phone sex; speech becoming broken as one is aroused or upset; being inarticulate or articulate; aphasia; talking fast; miscommunication and misunderstandings in general; lack of a shared language; see also Silence; Clams; Voice fetishization)
74. Telepathy (see also Bonds and mental abilities; Special powers and skills)
75. Temperamental personalities (driven or obsessed; hot-tempered or testy; moody; misanthropic or bitter; abrasive)
76. Tentacle sex
77. Threesomes (M/F/M, M/M/M, etc)
78. Toys and devices (sex toys of all kinds; feathers, ice cubes, hot wax, etc)
79. Tragic flaws
80. Trapped or stranded together (on another world; on a desert island; in a cave-in; in a cabin during a snowstorm; in an elevator)
81. Triangles (love triangles)
82. Trust and vows (promises are kept or broken; loyalty or betrayal; absolute trust or doubt; fidelity or infidelity; blindfolds or bondage as trust symbols; commitment or fear of commitment; acts of devotion; marriage vows; unconditional love; blood brothers and oaths; showing trust/faith in someone's abilities)
83. Undressing (undressing in front of someone for the first time; one character undressing another; fumbling clumsily to get undressed; stripteases)
90. Urgency for sex (begging to suck cock; desperate to fuck; greedy bottom)
91. Violent and dark natures (sadists; assassins and murderers; sociopaths who make twisted, scary displays of affection, conflating love and violence; criminals and villains in general; characters who are ruthless, merciless, casually vengeful; soulless demons or vampires; monsters in general)
92. Virgins or inexperienced partners
93. Voice fetishization (cracking or broken; husky, low, throaty; purring; accents; whispering close to someone's ear) [Thank you Adrian Pasdar]
94. Voyeurism and vision themes (character A secretly watches B and C have sex; character A is forced to watch B and C have sex; character A watches character B perform/masturbate; viewing one's beloved in general; taking pictures or video; eye contact, especially as flirting; establishing authority with a look; closing eyes as a trust gesture; character A feeling that character B truly sees him, when no one else does; the quality of light, e.g., characters lit by moonlight or candlelight, or gilded by the setting sun; being in the dark; temporary or permanent blindness; gazes as objectification)
95. Vulnerability
96. Well-fucked (being fucked out; fuck-dazed; sated and sleepy; wrecked; softened and debauched)
97. Witnesses (families, friends, or others watch the development of a relationship; play matchmaker or serve as confidants; think the characters are involved when they're really not; constitute the public eye; disapprove, gossip, give advice; are the audience for a coming out drama; are witnesses to such things as flirting, public arousal, public sex)


Gah. I didn't quite make it to 100. I kept holding myself back, though, in case I ran into better kinks later in the alphabet ;) I'm pretty obvious about my kinks, though, so I don't think that many of these will come as a surprise to any of you.

Comments

[sarkywoman.livejournal.com]

Ah, the Master Kink List. Me and supasass use this to write our kinky chatfic, we pick at random.

I love most of these kinks, so I'll try and cook something up for you :)

[brighteyed-jill.livejournal.com]

It's a lovely, lovely, inspiring Master List. I see you meme'd as well! I'll see what I can do for you...

Part 1 - Nathan/Peter - Prompts 1, 2, 3, 11, 23

[sarkywoman.livejournal.com]

"Nath..." Peter moaned helplessly, digging his fingers into the bed and writhing his hips against Nathan's invading fingers. "Come on...come on..."

Nathan chuckled disbelievingly. He'd barely lubricated his brother and already Peter was begging. "Peter, if you keep it up I'm just gonna shove the tube up there."

Peter shuddered all over, pushing back on his brother's fingers with a loud groan. Nathan blinked as Peter's walls clamped down on his slippery digits. "What, you like that?"

"Yes, oh yes. Fuck me with things. Get something all dirty."

Almost in a lusty, burning daze, Nathan picked up the long tube of lubricant and opened the lid. He squeezed the tube hard and slippery fluid spilled out and slid down over it, partially coating his hand and entirely coating the tube. Kind of a waste of lube, really. Oh well, they had more. "You really want this inside you?" He doubole-checked. "The end of the tube has corners. They're smooth, but..."

"Put it in me! Fuck me with it. Just...just shove something in me."

The desperate submission in Peter's voice was something Nathan had never heard from him before. They hadn't done this very often, shamed by the taboo of it and frightened by the passion it incited in them. But occasionally they gave in, when Peter needed comfort. When he needed Nathan's arms around him.

Nathan pushed the tube in, deciding to hold it at the end with the smooth corners and pushing in the end that seeped more and more lube. "It's cold," he whispered in warning, but Peter had no complaint. Ass pushed up high in the air, Peter let out a held breath as a long whimpery noise.

Nathan twisted the tube and began pulling it out and pushing it back in. Lubricant leaked out of Peter, trailing down his thighs to the crease of his bent knees. Peter was breathing hard, shaking. "Is that good?" Nathan asked, accustomed to treating Peter's body with more reverence.

"Yeah, yeah, fill me up. I want it. I'm just...just a slut for whatever you want to put in me."

Nathan pulled the tube out right away, holding it back in his hand. "What did you say?"

Peter craned his neck to look back at him, panting and confused. "What? Why'd you stop?"

"You called yourself a slut."

"Well...so?"

Nathan lowered himself to the bed, where he could kiss Peter in his hands and knees position. "So, you're not a slut. You're my beautiful baby brother and I love you. Why would you say those things about yourself?"

"Just...habit, I guess. From...you know..."

Nathan's stomach churned, effectively killing his arousal. They didn't talk about the things their father had done to Peter. Peter never wanted to remember it. "Maybe we should stop."

Part 2 - Nathan/Peter - Prompts 1, 2, 3, 11, 23

[sarkywoman.livejournal.com]

"No," Peter cried out, turning onto his back so that Nathan could see how hard he was. "Please Nathan, carry on, it felt so good."

"Do I have to use the tube of lube again?"

"No, you can fuck me." Peter was pulling himself upright and reaching for Nathan's wilting erection with the intention of making him hard enough for action.

"Pete..."

"Fine, make love. Whatever. I just need it."

Nathan knew the tone here was all wrong, but he reluctantly allowed Peter's hands and tongue to arouse his interest again. Not that he had much of a choice. Peter was a very skilled lover. Soon he was pushing Peter back down onto the bed and sliding into his warm, well-lubed channel.

Peter's fingers raked down Nathan's back as they moved together. "Harder," he whispered, and Nathan complied. Apparently he didn't obey enough, because Peter kept asking until Nathan was pounding him into the mattress.

"Pete..." Nathan gasped out between thrusts. His pleasured groans hadn't quite managed to convey how uncertain he was about this. This wasn't the comfort and love that he'd wanted to give his brother. Peter arched violently against him and grit his teeth, clenched his eyes shut.

"Oh god, yes. More, more, more."

Nathan had never taken someone this roughly and worried about hurting his reckless brother. But that worry was quickly being replaced by a nearing orgasm. And Peter seemed to be enjoying himself, pushing back against Nathan's cock as though he couldn't get enough.

"Unh...unh...I'm coming...I'm coming..." Peter gasped out, lost in ecstasy. "Ohhh...Daddy!"

As Peter clamped down around him, Nathan's shock wasn't eneough to stave off an orgasm. He lost control of himself and spurted deep inside his brother. His brother who had called their father's name.

He pulled out and lay down beside Peter, too stunned to bother cleaning up the mess.

"I'm sorry, Nathan, I swear, I don't know why I said..." Peter trailed off, on the verge of tears, and clung to his brother, kissing his neck frantically.

Nathan wrapped an arm around him and held him close.

"We are such a fucked-up family," he murmured.

Re: Part 2 - Nathan/Peter - Prompts 1, 2, 3, 11, 23

[miss-miso.livejournal.com]

I shouldn't be responding to this, because it's for jill, but whoa, hotness!

P.S. I've checked out your table, and I'll try to write something for you soon; you're so generous with your writing, you deserve a bit of love too! I'll do my best :)

Re: Part 2 - Nathan/Peter - Prompts 1, 2, 3, 11, 23

[sarkywoman.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm sure she doesn't mind you commenting :)

And porn from you would make me VERY happy.

Re: Part 2 - Nathan/Peter - Prompts 1, 2, 3, 11, 23

[brighteyed-jill.livejournal.com]

Yay! Nathan/Peter! I love seeing Peter so needy and desperate. This was a nice insight: They hadn't done this very often, shamed by the taboo of it and frightened by the passion it incited in them. I loved Nathan's concern and reluctance about hurting Peter. And of course (of COURSE) I loved the inclusion of the Arthur references, and Peter's little slip at the end. Oh yes, Petrellis, you are fucked up, and we love you for it.

And thank you for writing this! I feel so spoiled to have custom kink-fic!

Re: Part 2 - Nathan/Peter - Prompts 1, 2, 3, 11, 23

[sarkywoman.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it :) I figured you deserved some custom porn for all the lovely fic you write.

[a-cook1.livejournal.com]

Ah, a fellow fuck or die enthusiast. This is a marvelous idea. I put my own list up too. I'll see what I can do for some of these. :)

[brighteyed-jill.livejournal.com]

Fuck or die! Partner rape! The first slash fandom I got into was Star Wars: The Phantom Menace. There was lots of great angsty Qui-gon/Obi-wan slash that included those tropes, and I've been hooked ever since. Ah, the horrible, horrible possibilities...

[miss-miso.livejournal.com]

Which fandom, hon? I love my Heroes boys, but I'd be willing to dabble in other waters for the sake of a paragraph for my kink goddess.

[brighteyed-jill.livejournal.com]

Oooo, writing from you?! *bounces around* I do love my Heroes boys, and you write Nathan and Peter so well... But I'd take any Heroes boys, actually.

Ok, I may have missed the point of this meme...

[miss-miso.livejournal.com]

Because once again, I've rambled. This will be a larger fic for you, and here's the teaser (which contains NO PORN! I suck at this, sorry):

Kinks: 15,44,51 (others in the next part, including 11,24,31,41,47,65,68,94...you get the idea).

"Working late, Emile?"

Danko dropped his keys in shock, and swung toward the voice. Sylar lounged in a chair, examining his fingernails. "You should slow down, you know. Learn to relax." Sylar pulled his legs down from the arms of the chair, and sat forward with earnest concern. "I was going to put some music on to set the mood, but I couldn’t find a single CD in this apartment. No music at all! You really, really need to loosen up. You’ll see an early grave." Danko controlled a shiver that threatened to betray his fear, and slowly turned toward the kitchen. Middle drawer, under the napkins – yes, that was where he’d left it.

"Thanks for the concern. In fact, I’ll take your advice, and try to relax. Mind if I get a drink?" He kept his tone smooth, and light. Sylar answered with a dark chuckle. "Of course. But, if you’re looking for your spare Glock, I’ve found that already." Danko halted mid stride, and slewed back to see Sylar dangling the firearm from his finger.

"OK. Fine. Let's drop the bullshit civility then, shall we? What the fuck are you doing in my apartment, Sylar? You here to kill me?"

"Well, you did try to kill me. Pity, actually – I thought we made a great team. But, no, Emile. That’s not why I’m here. I want to make peace." Danko shook his head in confusion as Sylar continued, suddenly thoughtful. "I’ve been through some...changes...in the last few months."

"Changes?" Danko snorted, "You’re meant to be dead."

"Yes. Well. I guess I was, for a time. Thanks to Bennet, Parkman and Angela Petrelli. They erased my memories, implanted Nathan’s instead. His mind completely took over – for a while. But," Sylar stood, and started to circle Danko as he spoke, "I woke up. Fought my way out of Parkman’s cage, took my body back. Now Nathan’s the one in the cage." Sylar came to a stop in front of him, and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "And he doesn’t like it."

Curiosity overcame Danko's discomfort, and he looked Sylar up and down. "Is it really him? He’s in you, somewhere?"

Sylar’s eyes closed, and he cocked his head, as if listening to a distant birdsong. "Oh, yes. It’s him. I can feel him now, flitting at the edges of my mind, trying to find a way in. I let him out to play, sometimes – but never for long. He’s too self-destructive – he’d destroy us, rather than live like this. But sometimes, he has his uses." Sylar opened his eyes again, and they glinted with lust. "You’ll see."

Danko took a step back, edging toward the door. "What does this have to do with me?" He wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear the answer to that question.

Sylar caught his arm in a firm grip. "I told you to relax. This will be fun, trust me. I meant it when I said we made a good team. And if you can reconcile yourself to my methods, I want to resume our working relationship. You want the specials off the streets: with your intel, I can do that for you." Danko searched Sylar’s face for traces of deceit, and wasn't at all reassured when he found none. He pulled his arm from Sylar’s grip, and straightened his jacket. "Yeah, right. How do I know I can trust you?"

Sylar arched a groomed brow at him, and shrugged his shoulders. "You don’t. But, I’ve brought you a gift. A gesture of goodwill, and one I’m sure you’ll appreciate. And I’ll share him with you for as long as you remain loyal to me."

"Him? What-" Danko’s words died as Sylar opened the door to the master bedroom, and pulled a struggling form up from the floor. The young man twisted in Sylar’s grip, tensing his shoulders to strain at the ropes binding his hands behind his back. Sylar drew the lean body back against his own with a restraining arm across his chest, and pulled his head back, fingers clenched in long dark hair. A pained grunt was just audible through the simple cloth gag, and Danko’s cock tightened. Those dark eyes, that oddly delicate bone structure, the too pale skin stained with a panicked flush…

"Peter Petrelli," he breathed, and Sylar grinned.

"See? I told you this would be fun."
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Re: Ok, I may have missed the point of this meme...

[sarkywoman.livejournal.com]

Hee! This looks really good!

Re: Ok, I may have missed the point of this meme...

[brighteyed-jill.livejournal.com]

Oh my. Oh my my. You kill me. You absolutely kill me. This is the best use of the finale circumstances I've ever seen proposed. And such an awesome set of evil characters to play with. And of course, tied up Peter is always a plus. You... I... Oh, this is so exciting. You spoil me, really.

Re: Ok, I may have missed the point of this meme...

[miss-miso.livejournal.com]

Yay, you guys are interested? I'll work on it during the week - you know how slow I am. And, god, even with your terrific kink menu (which would be scarily similar to mine, if I posted it), I think this is turning out more angsty, and far less erotic than I intended. Sorry in advance for that. I fear it will ultimately pale in comparison to the epic hotness posted below- I'll wait until you've read it and commented, jill, before I add my gushing this time :)

I'll return with porn. Bitter, angsty porn. Soon. I promise.

Re: Ok, I may have missed the point of this meme...

[brighteyed-jill.livejournal.com]

I like bitter, angsty porn! Hey, emo-porn is totally a kink. Y'know, naked souls instead of naked bodies, and so forth. Plus, anything you do tends to be made of win. 'M just sayin'.

Filthy awful badness - For YOU!!!!!

[a-cook1.livejournal.com]

For people with abilities, the world ended. Those who were lucky went underground and stayed there. Those who were less fortunate made increasingly desperate attempts to get underground.

The Petrellis were less fortunate.



"Maybe this time." Peter said.

Claire's mouth thinned.

They could hear voices, the sound of people approaching through the trees. Their own approach had been deliberately easy to spot. After all, fifty refugees with abilities did not necessarily have the advantage over three. Fifty people who could change eye color at will or make flashing colored lights appear in thin air would be useless against Peter Petrelli.

The group that surrounded them was different from the usual. There were no children, which gave Peter pause. There were few women. One of the men laughed, for no reason Peter could imagine.

"Isn't that sweet." One of the others said flatly. "Brought us a present."

Peter tensed. Beside him, he could hear Nathan's angry mutter. Claire kept quiet.

Peter said "No."

Several more than one man laughed at that. "Gonna fight us, pup?"

Peter glanced at Nathan, who nodded grimly. They could fly; they were exhausted, they were dehydrated, but they still might be able to fly.

"No." said a woman's voice. "She's a child." Her tone held a note of finality to it that was comforting. She stepped through the crowd, and they parted for her.

She had a lined face and flyaway, grey hair that fell down her back. She studied the three interlopers with unconcern. Eventually, she spoke, addressing Peter. "The girl can rest tonight. No one will come near her. That's my word." She held a hand out to Claire.

Peter looked at the crowd, who weren't looking at the woman. They were afraid. "Go on, Claire." he said, ignoring Claire's protest and Nathan's pointed silence. "You'll be safe."

The woman nodded vaguely. "The three of you cannot stay here. After the girl has rested and had something to eat, you will all move on. This place is not for you."

Claire flashed a glare at Peter as the woman led her away.

Beside him, Nathan cleared his throat. "Peter, have you thought this through? They don't look very friendly."

Filthy awful badness - For YOU!!!!! Part 2

[a-cook1.livejournal.com]

Peter scanned the crowd again. What few women had been there had gone. Now, they were left with the men, rough, angry looking men. Men who had been living like animals for several months.

"So we'll just try not to piss anyone off." Peter said quietly.

Then, one of the men said, "Hey, I know him. That's Nathan Petrelli. I *voted* for that motherfucker."

Peter felt himself grow cold.

"How about that...." another man said, breaking free of the crowd to come closer and get a good look at the two of them. "I've been wanting to *chat* with you, asshole."

Men in the crowd muttered. Several more began to come forward. Peter could see the way Nathan's jaw was tensing, could tell he was preparing to fight. "They have Claire." he hissed, so only Nathan could hear. Nathan's mouth thinned. He took a breath and stepped forward, hands up in a placating gesture.

"Gentlemen, let's remember that whatever has happened, we are better than what they say we are. We're not animals. We're men. It isn't right or fair, but it's our responsibility to one another, to our children, to comport ourselves-"

"I'll be damned." said one of the approaching men. "You're right. That's Petrelli alright; it's his voice. My wife used to just about cream her panties listening to him talk."

Shit. Peter stepped up beside Nathan. "Hey, listen-"

"And who the hell's this? The Senator's gay intern?"

A few of them laughed. Nathan's eyes narrowed, and Peter just knew he wasn't going to like whatever Nathan said next.

"I met him and his sister a few weeks ago. We've been traveling together."

Peter cast Nathan a look of surprise and dismay. Most of the men, however, instantly dismissed Peter from their minds. Nathan tilted his chin up, the way he always had when he had done something really stupid that he was going to end up paying for.

"So, Senator Petrelli," the first man said. "What was that speech.....something about 'the danger presented by this very real threat'.....Hell, I can't say it like you. That's why I could never run for office. I just can't lie to people and make them beg for more."

The man who'd recognized Nathan's voice said, very calmly, "My wife left me. She took everything. Said I was a monster."

Peter wondered if he could hold off a group of angry men with unknown abilities, and for how long.

"So, whattaya say, Senator? Talk to us. Explain the situation."

Nathan took in a deep, not quite steady breath. "I....it's complicated."

A few of them laughed. Nathan nodded, frowning. Desperately looking for a way to avoid what would almost certainly be an unpleasant evening. "This is a difficult time. If I could, I would make things right for all of you. I, uh, well frankly I don't have that kind of power, anymore."

"What is your power?" The first man said. "Because, I have to admit I'm curious. What filthy secret did Nathan Petrelli have to cover up?"

"He can fly." said a familiar voice from behind Peter. Before he could react, he felt the way everything seemed to slow down. Time didn't freeze, but Peter suddenly knew he couldn't move, or speak. His mind spun frantically. Sylar. How could their luck get worse? And Claire was nearby, supposedly safe, but this was *Sylar*, and Jesus Noah Bennet would kill them both if something happened to her, Peter would never forgive himself if Sylar hurt her-

"Relax." Sylar breathed into his ear. He hardly had to be so quiet, all the men were looking at Nathan, Nathan who was talking, was trying his damndest not to panic, who kept darting terrified glances at Peter.

"He's worried about *you*." Sylar said. Giggled. "How thick can he get?"

And hand stole around Peter's side, pressed firmly against his belly, moved down. "Look at him. He thinks he can talk his way out of a beating. Isn't that *sweet*, Peter....I suppose it never occurred to either of you that with Claire off-limits, these men would have found another way to occupy themselves? Now they have an excuse, and a target. All that rage, pouring into your brother. Let's watch."

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Peter struggled to move, to cry out a warning, for his brother to fly, fly away now, before it was too late. He thought it as hard as he could, and heard the immediate response. "Leave you with them? With Sylar? No, Pete.' He saw the stubborn way Nathan set his shoulders. Heard the panic threading through the smooth, easy flow of his voice.

One of the men struck at Nathan, who didn't quite manage to avoid it. At the same time, two more moved in from different angles. After that it was easy, dismayingly easy for them to restrain him, wrestle him to the ground. A few men hit him, to keep him from getting his bearings, but not too much.

They pinned him, they tore at his shirt, they handled him with brutal efficiency. It wasn't long before he was stripped naked for them. Peter could see the muscles in Nathan's jaw working, his mouth open, still, shit, Nathan, *still* looking for the right words to diffuse the situation.

"You should be grateful they don't know who you are." Sylar said, his breath raising the hairs on the back of Peter's neck. He stroked a finger down the length of Peter's cock, which was not interested, thank god, he didn't know if he could deal with that right now. Sylar pressed against him, shifted his hips so Peter could feel his own erection grinding against his ass. "This way, after tonight, if anything is left of him, you can take him and go. You know, Peter, that may be the first selfless thing I've ever seen your brother do, denying your relationship. Isn't that interesting." He laughed. "Hell of a time to develop a sense of responsibility to your fellow man, wouldn't you agree?"

Peter wished he could move. Wished he could flay Sylar with his mind. Nathan screamed, and Peter's anger fled, replaced by terror and a rising sense of nausea.

They had his brother, his limbs were twisted into a position that looked almost yogic. The first man was forcing his way into Nathan's ass and from the pain in Nathan's voice, he wasn't being gentle. "Go on, Senator. Talk to me. Tell me, *christ* you're tight, tell me how fucking sorry you are. Make it up to me."

Nathan groaned. He bit his lip, tried desperately to steady his breathing. "I-*god*." The man's pace was slow and hard. Deliberately jarring. Still, Nathan tried. "I am. Oh, god, please, I am-"

"Yeah," the man said. "Yeah, you are." He increased his pace, everything seeming driven toward making Nathan cry out, making Nathan beg for mercy.

Sylar licked the curve of Peter's ear. "You know, I think this is a good effort, don't you? I really believe your brother would like to be a better person. Making amends to those we've hurt is an important step."

Peter would have thrown him an incredulous look, but he was still unable to move. Instead he thought, tried to reach Nathan. Give him that comfort at least.

Nathan's thoughts were a fog of pain and fear. 'Nathan, I'm here. I'm here, Nathan.' Some of the fear eased, and from the jumble that rushed at him Peter could make out, 'god, Pete, so sorry'. On the heals of that was a haze of pain, a terrible, shiver-inducing shame and a thread of faint arousal.

Peter inhaled sharply. Sylar laughed darkly. "Enjoying the show, Peter? I always knew you couldn't be as innocent as you seemed. But getting off watching your brother get gang-banged....that's disgusting."

And, shit, the thing of it was, he was getting hard. Sylar's hand was working him, and the trace of excitement that he was sensing from Nathan wasn't helping. He could hardly break contact with Nathan, he couldn't leave him alone in this, and he was helpless to stop Sylar's incredibly dexterous fingers in their manipulations.

The first man finished, withdrew and stepped aside. God, how many were there, really? Peter cast his eyes over the crowd, but it was dark enough he couldn't be certain. He tried anyway, only to stop at a wry thought from Nathan, 'Thanks, Pete, I don't really want to know.'

Then scene before him played out. Nathan was making more of an effort to be silent, but the men were taunting him, kept asking him questions, like they had to hear his voice to maintain their level of righteous anger.

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Nathan was never good at shutting up when people asked him questions. He obfuscated, he painted distracting pictures, but he usually couldn't help but say something. As the next man entered him, Nathan cried out wordlessly. It sounded like pain, but Peter felt the liquid shiver of heat that was racing though his brother's mind, heard the helpless thought, 'oh, god, why does it have to feel this way, just hurt me get it over with, not this, not here-'

His assailant knew. Used it. It became a game. The men tried their damndest to keep Nathan aroused, as the man taking him finished, as the next began, and the next, and the next. Peter was shaking from the thoughts and feelings racing through his brother's panicked mind, and Sylar was practically crooning to him, filthy depraved words that had nothing on the sound of his brother's voice, suddenly pleading out loud, "- stop, please just stop, I don't want to, please, don't make me, *please* stop, I, I-"

It made it worse. By the time the last of them were finishing up, the first man looked ready again. Sylar whispered, "Wait here." Stepped away from Peter, who still, god dammit *couldn't move*, walked to the broken, shaking mess that was Nathan Petrelli. "My turn." Sylar smirked. The other men backed away, fearful respect evident in their cringing, downcast eyes.

Nathan saw who had come for him, said, "No." very evenly in a rasping voice. Sylar knelt, positioned Nathan on his back, making sure Peter could see, could see everything. There was a brush against Peter's mind, gentle and insinuating. 'I want you to know what this is like for both of us, Peter.'

Sylar slid inside Nathan's abused entrance as gently as he had slid into Peter's mind.

Nathan, still hard, leaking from it, whimpered. He struggled to speak, got out another, "No."

Sylar began a gentle, soothing rhythm that did nothing to calm either Nathan or Peter down. Sylar was enjoying himself, enjoying the used, debased feeling of Nathan's hole, lubricated generously by all the cocks that had come in him. "I'd keep you forever if I could," Sylar said out loud. "Just keep you in a box and take you out to get you dirty...Like that? If I could I'd make you take a dozen men every night until you begged for me to be the only one to degrade you." 'Maybe I will, in fact.' The thought was for Peter's benefit, of course, to make him glare impotently, ratchet up his fear.

And Nathan, god...his mind was running in frantic circles, Peter could hear, could feel the fear and shame, the sense of losing ground. The bright, terribly raw shot of arousal, spiraling out of control as Sylar fucked him with such slow, nasty *thorough* thrusts of his hips. Nathan thought, 'oh, god, Pete, fuck, Sylar's, he's going to make me come-'

Peter couldn't cry out with the force of his climax, made more intense because he had immersed himself so deeply into Nathan's mind. He could feel Nathan's, too and on the heels of that, Sylars's.

Sylar made a satisfied, sighing sound.

Nathan howled, voice cracking, words trying not to be formed, words that sounded like *please* and *yes*.

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Sylar pulled out, put himself back together and sent a pointed look around the group of men that remained. They dispersed with a haste that might have been funny, if Peter wasn't still reeling, if Nathan's mind hadn't gone scarily quiet after he came. Sylar said, "Get cleaned up before morning. You'll want to get Claire away from here."

Peter found he could speak again. "Don't touch her."

Sylar raised an eyebrow. "She's under Alice's protection. I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid." He looked back down at Nathan, who was very still, staring up at nothing. "I think I broke him. Isn't that interesting."

Sylar left them. Peter did his best to get Nathan cleaned up, salvage what he could of his clothes. Between what was still usable and what Peter carried in his pack, Nathan was dressed and waiting to move on by morning.

Claire came out looking rested but cautious. Good girl. She saw the two of them, sitting together by the edge of the clearing and smiled brilliantly. "I was worried you guys had gotten caught in the storm last night. The wind was so loud, I was afraid the trees were going to be ripped up from the ground."

Peter blinked. Wind? What was she talking about? Though it was better, really, that she had heard that, instead of....

"I managed to talk them into giving us some supplies." she said diffidently, looking from one to the other for approval.

Peter tried to smile back. Nathan stirred for the first time on his own since Sylar had left them. When he spoke his voice was still hoarse, but the warmth in it covered the tremor nicely. "That's great, sweetheart." he said. 'Not a word, Peter.' he thought, hard. 'Not a fucking word.'

"Ready to go, Claire?" Nathan stood, only looking a little unsteady.

Claire smiled up at him. It was an adoring, worshipful expression that Peter was sure Bennet would be less than trilled by if he could see it.

Nathan opened his arms, and Claire stepped into them. She didn't see him wince. Peter exchanged a glance with Nathan, who did that stubborn thing with his jaw that Peter had always tried to pull off. Nathan looked like an adult when he did that. Peter looked petulant.

"Let's go." Nathan said.

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Umm.... not what a good and wholesome person would say but... gangrape FTW. Gangrape where the bottom gets off on it? Hella hot. Gangrape where Peter AND Nathan are getting fucked, in different ways, at the same time, by Sylar, uh... *brainmelt*

And constantly mentioning Nathan's voice of sex?! SQUEE!

Short version - You rock the filthy dirty sexypants casbah.

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You don't know how much I appreciate that you read that and said FTW instead of "Oh, dude. That's a sick, sick bitch." I adore the less than wholesomeness of you!!!

Oh and btw, (blushes) I finished the Nathan pimps Peter to Noah fic - posted to my lj and Heroes slash:)

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Dude. This is awesome. First of all, gangrape in general is one of my faves! And the fact that it was Nathan being all self-sacrificing was just icing on the cake. Then prettymuch you had to make it 72% more awesome by having Sylar there, Nathan begging, references to his damn *voice*, making Peter watch, then having Sylar make Nathan get off on it. Not to mention Peter getting off on it. Just.... guh. Plus, he doesn't want Claire to find out about it? Aww Nathan. And special guest appearance by Alice Petrelli? I am too spoiled. Thaaaaaank yooooou!

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You're very welcome, sweetness!

Can I just say, I don't know why lj eats my stuff sometimes, but I just lost part of an entry. *sob* One of my rounds of kink prompts! *sob* Thankfully, I know where I was and all, it's just. Grrr, you know?

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Nooooo! I hate losing fic. Because it tends to never be as good as I imagined the first draft was, y'know? I always write in Word so it will autosave in case anything goes wrong. My poor old computer is old and generally behavior disordered, so I fear to trust my fic to the whims of LJ. Losing a comment is bad enough! *pets you* It's okay. There will be more kink... Better kink... Stronger kink. Mmm...kink.

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Oh, the kink exists, though I always appreciate pettings. :) I am currently addicted to Rounds of Kink. I have four I've claimed - I've decided the very best thing about it is that the filthy depraved things I'm writing are By Request of Someone Else! Yay!

There's nothing quite so satisfying and comforting as knowing that someone else would go there:)

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I am excited to see you've claimed some of mine! We need more Heroes writers over there, I say. And yeah, I have no shame. I don't bother waiting for an anonymous kink meme, I just put all my depravity out there for anyone to see. Ah well. Everyone knows I'm kinky. *waves kink flag*

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I got one for you in the works. I've been re-watching Rome recently, so you can blame this idea on that series.

AU - Peter and Nathan are gladiators, made much of by the nobility for their prowess on the sands. To gain favor to save their friends after a brutal bout, they must submit to the whims of some noblewomen/men.

Eh? Eh?

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Gladiators! I like Nathan and Peter sacrificing themselves for each other/the greater good, so I approve of this idea!

GLADIATORS!

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Well, this ended up a little too long for this thread, but I dedicate it to you anyways. For your viewing pleasure I present: Gladiators.

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Not sure how to preface this. I'm still working on the other one, but it's slow going. So I thought I'd, you know, actually adhere to the purpose of a KINK meme for once, and fire off a quick bit of porn today (I've got a cold and it's been raining, I had a few hours on my hands this afternoon). So, this is long (no surprises there). Umm, *coughs* it's also the most depraved thing I've ever written. I'm not even going to tell you which kink it's for. It will become quite obvious. I'll give you a hint though: it may or may not have been inspired by a visit to an R18 manga store in Akihabara, Tokyo. I'm so going to hell for this. I hope I haven't stepped over the line here, and made it too icky for you!

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Nathan awakens to the sound of dripping water, close and cold in his ear. He shifts his head over the damp floor, sick memories flooding his consciousness. They'd been attacked in the deepening evening, Nathan too stunned to fly, and unable to leave his powerless brother even if he could. The unknown assailant had disabled him with a sharp blow to the back of his head, and the last image burned in his brain as he dropped to his knees was of Peter, backed up against the corrugated iron fence of the alley, body coiled to fight.

"Peter!" Nathan sits up with fear-tinged energy, and his vision swims. He has to close his eyes again. The room - a leaking basement, Nathan thinks - is mostly dark, but there's one bright light directly above him, and his eyes sting in response. He holds his head, breathing steadily. Then he hears the shorter, shallower pants coming from further away. He's not alone.

"Are you awake? Finally. I was starting to think I'd damaged you permanently, and that wouldn't do at all." Nathan doesn't recognize the voice. It's mid-range, with a refined menace that makes Nathan's stomach lurch wildly. He opens his eyes, still blinking at the solitary light bulb. The voice is coming from a corner of the room, shrouded in darkness.

"Who are you? Where's Peter?" He wants to believe that Peter got away. Those hopes are quickly dashed.

"Peter? Is that his name? Oh, it suits you, sweetheart." There's a scuffled sound, and a strained gasp, and Nathan's heart leaps to his throat.

"Please, don't hurt him. Whatever you need, just take it. I have money, I can-"

The voice interrupts, laughing darkly. "I don't need your money, Petrelli. Just your attention. I know who you are. A conservative government whore, your father's puppet. He's a nasty piece of work, that one, and that's saying something coming from me. But he seems to think a lot of you. And I guess it means this one is your brother? Even better."

"What do you want?" Nathan's heart is beating frantically, and the fact that he still can't see Peter is only making him more frightened.

"Your father has been courting my services. Wants me to work for Primatech. He even went so far as to disrupt a little operation I'd set up for myself. Released all those lovely pieces I'd worked so hard to collect! But I'm not interested in joining his fucked up glee club. I want you to tell him to back off. I'm not a team player: I work for myself, looking after my own needs. You need to get him to understand that." Nathan starts to protest - the man is overestimating his influence over his newly healed father - but he is cut off again. "No excuses. I'm on a knife edge, Nathan. I need to be free to hunt, to find new subjects to bend to my will. It's who I am. So you will do it. Or your pretty brother," the man steps forward, and Nathan gasps as two figures come into the light, "will become my new plaything. Permanently."

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The man is tall and gauntly aged, but possessed of a wiry strength. His watery blue eyes look cold, thin lips pulled into a leer. And at his feet, naked and bruised and dragged up to a half-sitting position, is Peter. He clutches desperately at a choke chain tightening around his neck, and Nathan leaps up from the ground with an angry cry. He stops short, though, when the man jerks hard on the chain lead, and Peter's eyes roll back in his head momentarily. Then the man relaxes the tension, smile broadening when Peter’s head lolls back to rest on his thigh. He swaps the lead into his other hand, and reaches down to pet Peter’s hair. Peter gives a noiseless shudder, but allows the contact, obviously fearing another punishing wrench of the chain. Nathan feels sick. How long had he been out? How long had this man been toying with his brother?

As if reading his mind, the man looks back up at Nathan. “Don’t worry, Petrelli. I’ve not claimed him yet.” Nathan’s heart slows a little with relief, and the man continues in a conversational tone. “I wanted you to be witness to that. So you’ll understand what will happen if you fail.”

“No,” Nathan whispers. He starts forward again, and the man lifts his hand in a warning, and the chain tightens once more. “You haven’t asked what my power is, Nathan. Aren’t you even the slightest bit curious? Don’t you want to know why your father wants my ability so badly?”

He doesn’t wait for Nathan’s answer. “I can summon life. Monsters. Weapons of dark power from other worlds, that follow my command.” Nathan’s eyes narrow – there's something stirring in the darkness behind the man, but he can’t make it out. “For my own use, you understand. I have no interest in authority, or world domination. I’ll leave the ridiculous comic-book aspirations to men like your father. No, my ability is for my gratification alone. The fulfillment of my own specific desires.”

The formless shadow is moving, now, swirling forward. Peter can sense it too – Nathan can see the scant hairs on his forearms rise, the sudden fine tremor of his bare chest. Then his younger brother gives a shocked cry, and he arches away from something as if burned.

Nathan watches in paralyzed horror. The darkness is taking shape, huge and slick skinned at Peter’s back, tendrils sliding forward to pull his brother back into a nightmarish embrace. A boneless appendage snakes up Peter’s leg, twitching, exploring. Peter jerks away, no longer mindful of the collar in the face of a greater threat, the lean muscles of his arms and abdomen rigid with resistance. ”Fuck, no! Get off me! Get off-” But the frightened anger of Peter’s protest is swallowed by another slithering mass, clamping itself across his mouth.

The monster is hideous – fully constructed, now, crouching on huge, muscular legs and grasping arms. Its head is dominated by a massive, gaping jaw, and a long tongue flicks from it, trailing saliva up Peter’s vulnerable neck. And most appalling of all – the countless writhing tentacles arising from the creature’s thorax and pelvis, all reaching, slipping, creeping over Peter, who’s still half pulled up on his knees at the man’s feet. Soon, Peter’s completely helpless, eyes wide and chest heaving, arms trapped at his sides. His legs are folded at a painful looking angle underneath him, slightly parted by a thick, heavy-looking tentacle wrapping around one calf and insinuating itself between his thighs. The tapered end of it flicks Peter’s groin, and Nathan can see the horrified shiver that runs through Peter’s pale form.

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“Stop.” Nathan wishes his voice didn’t sound so weak, so terrified.

“No,” the man says, simply. He drops to his haunches, and runs a hand down Peter’s temple, over the pulsating gag, down his jaw. Peter tries to pull his head away, and the man tuts with irritation. With a quick wave of his hand, and the tendril around Peter’s mouth pulls away and slides up higher, curling up thick swath of his hair, to hold his head still. Mouth free, Peter pants hard, which only seems to heighten the man’s interest. He continues his caress, along Peter’s jaw, to run his fingers over his trembling lips. While his back is turned, Nathan quietly grabs a nearby piece of broken piping, and advances. The man should be distracted enough not to hear his approach.

Nathan is startled by a casual drawl. ”I wouldn’t do that, Nathan.” Peter’s eyes glance at Nathan above the other man’s head, round and dark. Nathan can see the warning there - stay away, stay back, don’t let him hurt you too. The man slews around to face him, face twisted with grim confidence. “These demons don’t like being summoned, and it takes a lot of energy to keep them here, under my control. If you kill me, or break my concentration in any way, this monster will disappear back to its own dimension. Along with anything it touches. Do you understand? It will take your beautiful young sibling with it.” Nathan hesitates, arms raised above his head ready to strike. The man stands. “You really don’t want to test me, Nathan. Unless you want your brother to be condemned to a lifetime of abuse by thousands of creatures just like this one.” Peter inhales sharply, and closes his eyes in distress. The threat washes over Nathan, fear seizing his limbs. He knows it's not a bluff. The man takes the pipe from Nathan’s nerveless fingers, and soon, Nathan is cuffed to a nearby wall by one wrist, shaking.

“Now, watch.”

The man turns his attention back to Peter, still fighting at the reptilian bonds. Peter looks up as the man crouches down again, eyes all too dark and inviting, even in fear. Nathan feels a shot of arousal in his spine. Peter couldn’t know how he looked, dark lashes fluttering, cheeks flushed, a swallow convulsing his throat. The man responds to Peter’s unwittingly erotic display as well - he moans in approval, pulls his cock from his pants, and starts to pump in a slow, repetitive motion. A flick of his other hand sends another large tentacle shooting out from the creature’s body, and Nathan braces himself for what will come next. The monster’s scaled arms pull at Peter’s hips, bending him at the waist slightly, ass pressed back against the writhing mound. Then Peter jerks suddenly, back arched, mouth dropping open in wordless shock.

Nathan can see the tentacle moving behind Peter, pushing slowly, pressing through what Nathan knows, what he knows intimately, is a sweet, tight heat. And in spite of his disgust, and the sick, stuttering of his heart, Nathan can’t look away. Because, fuck, even in this awful, enforced submission, Peter is beautiful. Muscles shining, tendons taught, narrow waist shifting against the unwanted contact. The living embodiment of Nathan’s darkest desires. They’d toyed with this, twisted games of dominance and bondage that Peter seemed to love as much as Nathan. But this – this was beyond even Nathan’s most depraved dreams.

Peter stills, eyes squeezed shut, biting his lip and quivering. The demon has stopped its drive forward – Nathan can’t imagine what it feels like, to be stretched like that, to be held fast and violated. He sees the man, tugging at himself with increasing desperation, give a short signal. In response, the appendage pulls back, holding for a moment before thrusting in deeply. Peter’s body spasms, and he lets out a high-pitched cry. The creature does it again, and again, settling into a rapid, rough rhythm.

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It’s almost impossible to keep his hand away from his own betraying erection, but Nathan manages. Until, a few minutes later, body shaking with the force of each stab, Peter’s agonized cries change. Become shuddered gasps, hiccupped groans. And finally, Nathan’s gorgeous, fucked up little brother is moaning, low and pained. Nathan knows those noises, recognizes the sound of Peter being pushed past discomfort and conscious thought to the edge of orgasm.

Nathan knows he shouldn’t feel relieved. He shouldn’t feel the weight of guilt lift from his shoulders as he reaches for his own cock, pulling in time with the creature’s movements. Peter’s still being subjugated, unable to fight back – Nathan shouldn’t be racing toward his own release at the sight of his brother twisting in this monster’s grasp. But Nathan sees it. The subtle shift of Peter’s hips, the familiar tightening of defined thigh muscles as the young man thrusts back on the violating limb, pushing it deeper, harder. It’s enough to make Nathan lose control, spurting across his hand and biting the inside of his cheek to stay silent. Soon Peter follows, shamed sobs disappearing into the creatures flesh again as its massive tongue invades his mouth.

That seems to push the man over the edge He finishes with a howl, and Nathan imagines his minion must have climaxed as well, judging by the sudden rigid stillness of its body, and Peter’s twitching beneath it. The thing releases Peter’s mouth – there’s something sliding down his chin, thicker than saliva – and the man leaps forward to lap it up, before capturing Peter’s swollen lips in a hungry kiss. There’s an evil symbiosis here, Nathan realizes, between man and demon, based on power and control. He wonders if he could subvert it, somehow, to get Peter out of this place.

For now, though, he just leans his head against the wall, exhausted and sick at his own perversion. Peter is quiet, eyes closed as the creature retracts, unbinding limbs and lowering him to the ground. He doesn’t stir as his temple strikes the cold floor. Nathan hopes he’s lost consciousness at last. The man leans down to wipe his hand through Peter’s hair, and pulls his pants up with an ecstatic groan. He turns toward Nathan.

“Did you like the show?” He’s breathing hard, eyes still dilated with lust. “God, did you see him? So responsive, so young, so fucking alive! He has his own power, doesn’t he?” The man is unlocking Nathan’s wrist as he speaks, excited. “Or he has potential, at least. I can feel it. So can the demon. His energy – fuck, it’s amazing.” The creature has pulled back from Peter now, but still hovers near him like a dark shadow. The man is walking to them, back to Nathan. “You know, now, Petrelli. You know what I’m capable of. Get back to your father, and give him my message. And then I’ll give you back your-“ The man stops. “No. I can’t. I won’t. He’s too perfect. He has to stay, become part of my collection. Deal’s off, Petrelli. Which means your time is up."

The man turns, hand raised to command the creature, but Nathan’s already there, in front of the man, weapon in hand. The shocked scream the man releases when Nathan brings the pipe down on his head with a brutal force is grimly satisfing. The man drops to one knee, and the demon flickers at Peter’s side. Nathan gathers himself up, launching at the man with a mixture of panicked force and supersonic flight. He shoves the man into the demon with an enraged roar, hard enough that they slam together and slide towards the far wall. As they strike the surface of the brick, the man’s eyes blink comically with injured confusion. And then, in a cloud of shrieking darkness, they disappear.

Nathan stumbles back to Peter, and falls to his knees beside him. He takes the ugly chain off his neck, touching the delicate, broken skin there with sadness. Peter doesn’t waken as Nathan carries him out of the basement, up through the abandoned warehouse that Peter's tormentor had made his home. Nathan whispers soft comforts to him, not sure if the young man can hear. Then he takes flight, with his brother’s traumatized body cradled in his arms.

He flies to find the Haitian.

ZOMG yay tentacles!

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I never in a million years thought anyone would pick this one. But it's soooo sick and wrong (in a delicious way). Because you and I violate Peter a lot, and finding a novel way to do so is... satisfying.

I liked the dark, frightening mood in this, with the build-up of both Nathan and Peter's terror.

I liked your villain, and especially him referring to Arthur's cohort as a "fucked up glee club." Heh heh. It's nice that he's not after world domination, just kinky sexcapades with tentacles. Mmmm... And he knows just how to threaten Nathan, too.

This was delightful: Peter couldn’t know how he looked, dark lashes fluttering, cheeks flushed, a swallow convulsing his throat. I love it when Nathan is unintentionally turned on by Peter's violation. And this was that to a T... Seriously.

Cuz there was this: Nathan can see the tentacle moving behind Peter, pushing slowly, pressing through what Nathan knows, what he knows intimately, is a sweet, tight heat. And in spite of his disgust, and the sick, stuttering of his heart, Nathan can’t look away. Because, fuck, even in this awful, enforced submission, Peter is beautiful. Plus bonus guilt about how this is a step further than anything he would allow himself to fantasize about...

And this: And finally, Nathan’s gorgeous, fucked up little brother is moaning, low and pained. Nathan knows those noises, recognizes the sound of Peter being pushed past discomfort and conscious thought to the edge of orgasm. And actually, the whole paragraph after that, too... Uh... Yeah. All of that was real good.

You spoil me, you really do. I <3 you, and declare that you are exactly depraved enough, and not an ounce more. I heart this!

Re: ZOMG yay tentacles!

[evidence-room.livejournal.com]

You like it? Yay!! That makes me so happy. I was a bit worried this might be OTT (well, ok, it is OTT), and then you'd be stuck with unwanted T-porn on your lj. And you know how tenacious tentacles can be when they've got a hold of something!

I never in a million years thought anyone would pick this one.

Yay, I surprised you? Aside from *ahem* the visual reference material (and that was only a brief glimpse - the bf and I were kind of skimming everything with shocked amusement), I've not actually ever read anything using that particular kink. Don't know if I followed convention or not! Is there a T-porn rulebook somewhere? Um, not that I ever intend to write something like this ever again.

Because you and I violate Peter a lot, and finding a novel way to do so is... satisfying.

LOL, we do, don't we? Pretty, pretty Peter. Glorifying pain and bondage since 2006. Thank you, Heroes writers! And thank you Milo, for looking so good bloodied, bound and naked. Very inspiring. Nathan's smooth, authoritative sexiness helps the D/S vibes between them too. The fanfic writes itself. All you really need is a twist...

I'm so glad you enjoyed this. I had fun! I shocked myself with how positively perverted it was - after writing the words "writhing mound" I actually sat back and said, "Oh my god, that's disgusting!" out loud. And I had to force myself to cut out plot elements, to get to the money shot (er, so to speak). What the hell were Nathan and Peter doing in an alley? *shrug* When exactly during S3 is this set? *more shrugging* But, I hope you get the general idea.

You, my friend, rock so hard, and I don't spoil you enough, really. I'm delighted that you liked this, because I kind of loved writing it. I wish I had more time to write dirty, dirty things for you, so we could wallow in our dark kinks together. Stupid real life getting in the way of Heroes porn!

Re: ZOMG yay tentacles!

[brighteyed-jill.livejournal.com]

I sometimes re-read something I'm writing (or go back to something I've posted months later) and say... "Oh dear, you are one sick puppy." But uh... I can't help myself! And it's nice to know I'm in good company. *snuggles into Special Hell train seat*

I don't mind the missing plot elements. Especially for kink meme fics, I find myself trying to cut to the chase, as it were, to avoid making things epicly long, as that is my unfortunate tendency.

I don't know if there's a tentacle-porn rulebook... My experience is sort of along the same lines as yours. Hastily-glanced clips from hentai (which, by the way, literally means sexual perversion), and so on. But uh... You can read about the storied history of tentacle rape on Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tentacle_rape).

Seriously, there is hardly anything that Peter can't do in terms of playing the victim. Prison scenarios? Sure. Tentacles? Check. Gang rape? Yes please. Arthur abuse? Obviously. Noble sacrifice? Why not? Poor character. The things we put him through...

Re: ZOMG yay tentacles!

[evidence-room.livejournal.com]

*grabs a bloody mary from the special hell train drinks trolley* Here's to damnation!

LOL at the wikipedia entry! Awesome. I think I might have mentioned before, I've actually seen one of the Legend of the Overfiend films. It was so disturbing, I felt like I needed a shower after watching it.

And Peter is very, um, versatile. Yes, that's how I'll put it. Especially in skilled hands like yours! Figuratively speaking, of course. Or is it? What was that we said about you and a certain stable?

Anyway, love, thanks again for the reassurance. Always nice to know you're not alone in your kinks!

Re: ZOMG yay tentacles!

[brighteyed-jill.livejournal.com]

Peter is a versatile boy. I don't think he much likes visiting my stable/harem of writers... He usually gets hurt. Poor darling.

Kink solidarity! *waves kinky flag*

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Tentacle rape sex FTW! Sorry, I am not a clean-minded individual. At all. I was in college before the ruling came down again Napster, and there was much file-sharing going on. I got into hentai. La Blue Girl. Twin Dolls. Nightmare Campus. And may I say this was delightfully hot and filthy. Peter getting off on the invasion was scorchin', but the bit at the end where Nathan wants to find the Haitian for Peter is wonderfully emotional. Loved this!

[miss-miso.livejournal.com]

Haha, thanks! And given that your, um, experience makes you infinitely more informed on the subject than I am, I'm even more delighted at your praise :)

Glad I could entertain you with this depravity!