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.
Filthy awful badness - For YOU!!!!! Part 3
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.