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Fic: What Became of Forever - Nathan/Peter, Peter/Adam - NC-17

Title: What Became of Forever
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nathan/Peter, Peter/Adam
Summary: He'd had his chance to rescue kittens from tall trees and babes that had fallen into wells. Now it was their turn.
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, and other folks who aren't me. This is just for fun, no harm or profit intended.
A/n: If you see a line that belongs in Boondock Saints, you'd be right. And the title comes from the song, What Became of the Likely Lads - the Libertines.

Peter had once, jokingly, referred to them as the Three Musketeers. Adam had laughed and ruffled his hair like they had known one another forever, and Nathan just smirked mockingly the way older, self-righteous brothers did.

"Les Troi Mousquetaires," Adam grinned as the words rolled off his tongue. "I could get used to that."

The fact that Nathan tightened his grip around Peter's waist did not go unnoticed by Peter, nor Adam for that matter.

"What shall we do, then?" Adam asked as he poured them all a drink.

"What we always do," Peter raised his glass to Adam's, lips curling slightly as their glasses clinked together. "Try to save the world."

****

The first time they saved the world together, Adam let Peter and Nathan lead. He'd been in this world for quite a while longer than they had. He'd had his chance to rescue kittens from tall trees and babes that had fallen into wells. It was their turn to feel the rush of vigilance, the power of knowing that the world was still turning because of their very own hands.

It was stunning watching them work. Brothers side by side, back to back, each doing their part to stop the madness. Bombs disarmed. Bodies slain. Evil man, dead man. It was like poetry in motion; a beautiful prose of blood and violence and victory.

Adam took care of them when all was done. Held their faces, washed the blood from their hands (legs, face, hair) with a warm, soapy cloth, and let them alone so that they could rest.

But they couldn't rest, not tonight. He should have known better. He hadn't slept for days the first time he'd saved the world (killed hundreds). Instead, he listened as they made love. Though love was the farthest thing to describe what they were doing. He could hear Peter's screams and knew that Nathan was hurting him, hurting him because he was hurting and needed to know that Peter would be all right. He heard Nathan's screams as Peter fucked him, choking him without touching him, leaving deep crimson scratches down his back without laying a hand on him. He listened as together they came; then they cried.

Adam forced himself to walk away from the private moment he was stealing into. They deserved to have this moment to themselves. Then they needed to lock it away, push it to the back of their minds, and never, ever think about it again.

***

"You know, we could do this forever," Peter said one night over his salad. Adam grinned and raised an amber bottle to his mouth.

"What's that, Peter?" He asked, looking smug. "You're enjoying it, aren't you?"

Nathan's eyes narrowed at Adam's implications and his body instinctively angled toward Peter at the table.

"We're doing good," Peter replied. "We're taking criminals off the street. Stopping rapists. Saving lives."

"You're very right, Peter," Adam smiled, putting his hand on Peter's shoulder. "I'm glad you finally see it that way."

"I've seen what people are like. I've seen in their heads, I've seen them when they think they're alone and no one's watching." He shrugged. "It makes it easier to do what we do."

"Good man," Adam grinned, opening another beer and handing it to Peter. "Good man."

"Nathan," Peter said, turning to his brother. "We're doing the right thing."

"I hope you're right," Nathan's face was hardened. Darkened by a constant shadow, unmarred no matter how many blades had cut through his flesh. "For your sake, I hope you're right."

****

One hand in Nathan's, one on Adam's shoulder, Peter's eyes fell closed and when he opened them again they were standing in the middle of the oval office. The president hadn't made it in yet that morning, so they waited, unseen.

Nathan stood against the window, admiring the beauty of the office he'd once coveted more than anything in the world. He ran his fingers down the smooth, dark finish of the cherry oak desk and over the cool, dark leather of the chair that sat behind it. A portrait of the president's family sat at the center of the desk. Nathan reached out and flipped it over.

"Nathan," Peter whispered and he was standing so close Nathan could feel his breath on the back of his neck.

"What?" He snapped, shoulders tensing under Peter's curled fingers.

"You would look so hot behind that desk." He felt Peter's lips brush below his hairline.

"Not now, Peter," Nathan growled, grabbing his wrist and twisting him around. "You need to concentrate."

"Oh, I am," Peter smirked and Nathan knew that look in his eye better than he knew anything. Despite what they were about to do - what Peter was about to do, he corrected himself - he could still feel himself growing hard under Peter's intense gaze.

'Don't you want to bend me over that desk and fuck me until the walls shake?' Peter projected his thoughts into Nathan's mind, making the heat coil tightly in his belly.

'Just do what you're supposed to,' Nathan thought and walked away from Peter before they did something stupid that could jeopardize what they were there for.

Peter grabbed hold of Nathan quickly before he could walk away and Nathan opened his mouth to protest, but Adam quickly covered it with his hand as the doors to the oval office opened and the president of the United States of America walked in.

Thirty minutes of debriefing later, Nathan, Peter, and Adam were alone in the office with their target. Adam grinned the way Adam always grinned right before a mission, Peter chewed the raw meat of his bottom lip until it began to bleed, then heal, repeating the action over and over, and Nathan searched for Peter's eyes, but Peter never met them, never does.

Adam moved in behind the president and Nathan took his position beside Peter, becoming visible just as soon as Peter wanted them to, not a second sooner. Adam had tape over the president's mouth before he even had a chance to react, but his facial expression said that he was teetering on the edge of a heart attack.

"You're not a good person," Peter informed him. "Intolerant. Unjust. Cruel. Heartless. I could go on, but I won't. We've got bigger fish than you to deal with today, Mr. President, believe it or not."

'Oh God, please no. I don't want to die, not like this. Not by the hands of these people.'

"These people, huh?" Peter smirked, flexing his fingers by his right side.

Keep your cool, Pete.

"Do you have any idea that these people have been the ones stopping your wars? Saving your stupid, intolerant world from earthquakes and hurricanes and natural disasters you could never possibly be prepared for?"

If I could just hit the damn button before-

"He's getting brave Adam," Peter said, not looking away from the man in the chair. "I guess he won't get to hear the rest of my speech. That's a shame, you would have liked it too. I used one of yours as inspiration. You know the one, about doing what's best for the greater good, weeding out those we can't trust. " He grinned crookedly at the president who was staring at him with pure fear and loathing, and Peter tuned out his pathetic thoughts. Stealing a quick glance from Nathan (it's okay), Peter raised his arm, dragging a straight, clean line across the president's throat.

"That was disappointing," Peter sighed, reaching out for Adam and Nathan as Adam released the president's arms and his face fell into the wine colored puddle on his desk. "Let's go home."

****

Peter liked to get satisfaction when he killed someone; it wasn't a benefit, it was a requirement. When Peter took a life and didn't get that instant, gratifying feeling that the person knew that they deserved to die, he felt off kilter. He became unstable. It was like trying to harness a ball of a radioactive energy; untouchable, unpredictable, ready to go off at any moment.

It was times like this that he went to Adam.

He knew Adam wouldn't treat him like the dysfunctional little brother who had long forgotten the difference between right and wrong. He wouldn't hear that worried tone in Adam's thoughts like he heard in Nathan's constantly; only hunger.

Fuck you so hard. Make you scream.

Plus he knew it would piss Nathan off.

Adam buried himself inside of Peter, nails digging deep crescents around Peter's hips as he thrust into that tight, hot heat and groaned.

'Harder,' Peter projected to him, something he knew Adam hated.

"Just say it Peter," Adam growled through a clenched jaw, jerking Peter back, shoving his cock inside even deeper. "I like to hear you say it."

But Adam knew he wouldn't. Peter screamed for only one person and ironically, that person was the same reason Peter was here with him tonight. It had become a ritual of sorts, one Adam was fine with. Let Peter play his games. One day he would learn how to handle it. One day the killing would become part of him, like breathing, like something you didn't even realize you were doing. Until then, Adam listened to Peter beg him to tear him apart in his mind and he played along. One day Peter wouldn't need this anymore. Wouldn't need him.

"Nathan," Peter cried as he shuddered and came, soaking the sheets under his face with warm salt water.

"I'll take him," Nathan said, leaning in the doorway. Adam nodded, biting his lip as he slipped out of Peter and grabbed his clothing. He lingered in the door before leaving them, stealing just a fracture of the moment; Nathan draping his body over Peter's sobbing, childlike form, petting his hair, kissing away the tears that painted his face. Adam could've swore he heard the words love uttered between them, but he knew that couldn't have been right. It was so much more.

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Very, very nicely done.

Thank you for the lovely comment!

"What we always do, try to save the world."

Eeeeh, Pinky and the Brain xD *cracked up*

But the rest of the fic...doesn't crack me up at all. It makes other things to me I better not describe here. God, they're HOT. And quite evil. AND HOT. And oh, so desperate and good. I love the ending, and how you use Adam's POV to show us the brothers. Oh, I don't make sense, but, just. Aw. Hot. Good. Mhmmmmmm. Loved it.

LOL. I wondered if that was going to be too cracky for the rest of the fic, but yet it still seemed to fit. xD

I'm glad you enjoyed it. I wanted you to get the feeling that Adam was watching them learn how to do this, just like he'd had to do, except he'd had to do it alone. Poor Adam! :(

So disturbing. I nearly didn't read it because I loathe Adam.

But since I like you... *G*

Nice portrait of the brothers. I think Peter has a real potential for evil, worse than Sylar's because he believes he'll work for the greater good.

Oh! Eee! Thank you for reading even though you don't like Adam.

And they aren't evil! They're morally charcoal. *g*

Seriously though, I'm completely obsessed with the idea of morally gray/black/charcoal Peter/Nathan. Maybe not quite *this* disturbing, but yes. Morally ambiguous. That's how I like them.

Adam could've swore he heard the words love uttered between them, but he knew that couldn't have been right. It was so much more.

<3

Loved this very much.

:)

Thank you, that was my favorite part to write. I'm glad you liked it!

Oooh, intruiging few into the future. One possible future. Couldn't help but wonder what impact Nathan's death will have on Peter. I mean, Peter now being immortal, he will have to watch Nathan die.

Well, this is kind of written with the cracky AU theory that when Adam injected his blood into Nathan, it sorta made Nathan unkillable too. Unlikely, but a girl can dream. ^_^

Oooh, I like that theory. Yeees.

Now that was a nice thing to wake up to on my f-list. I love the use of Adam's point of view to show us the Petrelli relationship, and the little uses of Adam's immortality (letting them take the lead, etc.).

He could hear Peter's screams and knew that Nathan was hurting him, hurting him because he was hurting and needed to know that Peter would be all right. Whew. Is it getting hot in here?

Peter liked to get satisfaction when he killed someone; it wasn't a benefit, it was a requirement. When Peter took a life and didn't get that instant, gratifying feeling that the person knew that they deserved to die, he felt off kilter. What a lovely, messed-up young man.

The wole lovely, fucked-up triange was just perfect, not to mention hot. And Nathan's flipping over the picture, and not being sure if they were doing the right thing, and Peter so wanting to be righteous... Last paragraph wins. Wins!

Whee! Detailed comments are love. ♥ They are definitely one fucked up, dysfunctional little family, yeah? Glad you liked.

THE triangle *_*
You had a great idea and I love your way of writing. I expecially liked the last two lines. aww (L)

Thank you so much!

Brilliant! Great fic! :D

Adam's point of view is a completely new, fucked up, beautiful way to see Peter/Nathan. I am completely for morally charcoal if this is what will come from it.

The fact that Nathan tightened his grip around Peter's waist did not go unnoticed by Peter, nor Adam for that matter.

Nathan: "Sharing FTL!"

I loved it :)

Nathan Petrelli does not play well with others!

Lovely and painful. Poor Peter, he could be SO dangerous...

Peter could definitely be one dangerous kid. *nod* I'm glad you liked it.

AHDKHDKSJDKLNSKN.

Oh my.

You have Adam's voice PERFECTLY DONE in this. Like, I was hearing his lovely accent in my head reading out these lines. AMAZING. And, yeah, I don't even know what else to say because this has blown my mind. <33333333

Wanna know a secret? This is my favorite comment evar. Ahem. I'm so glad you could hear Mr. Anders' sexy sultry faux british accent in your head while you read, and that you enjoyed it. I kinda had fun writing it too. :D

Oh, this was beautiful. So very, very, dark and deliciously beautiful.

I love all of the little details you weave in, that really complete this, like Nathan's physical reactions to Peter and Adam, Nathan overturning the picture of the president and his family, running his fingers along the desk, Peter chewing at his lip, healing it, and chewing at it again...

And, of course, the sex - I don't think I have words there ;) I love the idea of Peter seeking solace in Nathan and Adam for different reasons, but in the end, it's always Peter and Nathan...

And this idea that they could do this forever, live forever, Peter and Adam healing/de-aging each other and Nathan, and what changes they might all go through, for better or for worse, like you hint at so well with Peter's thoughts on killing, on the satisfaction of it, the moral thrill...

Guh. Beautifully, beautifully done <3

*is ded from the feedback* Thank you so much. ♥

that was really good. i especially love the ending with nathan hovering over peter's sobbing form. great story all around.

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Wow. The characterisation in this is truly fantastic. Completely spot on. I could actually imagine these characters reacting in just this way. This, especially, sounded exactly like Peter: Peter liked to get satisfaction when he killed someone; it wasn't a benefit, it was a requirement. When Peter took a life and didn't get that instant, gratifying feeling that the person knew that they deserved to die, he felt off kilter. He became unstable. It was like trying to harness a ball of a radioactive energy; untouchable, unpredictable, ready to go off at any moment.

Absolutely fantastic.

Thank you so much! Hearing that you got the characterizations right is always a huge relief. I'm glad you liked it!

I'm usually all about the Petrellis but Adam/Peter has sparked my interest because they have so much doomed, misguided potential and combining Peter/Nathan and Adam is pretty much the best thing ever where I am concerned.

The dynamics between the three of them were spot on and how I imagined they would be. Great characterization as well. I'm looking forward to catch up with your other fics. :)

I'm pretty much the same way. Petrelli's all the way, but when I saw this cracky theory that Adam's blood could make Nathan live forever too, this is what immediately popped into my head. I'm glad you like it, and I hope you like the rest!

Omg, your icon ftw.

I love how Peter goes from completely cold-blooded to a sobbing wreck. The reality of what he's doing is just switchon switchoff, isn't it?

And my, isn't Adam the corrupting influence?

*glomps this fic*

That's certainly how I would see Peter reacting. Thank you!

Wow, just wow...beautiful! Absolutely loved this, and I'm not a Nathan/Peter fan at all. You really wrote an awesome fic here.

Wow, thank you!! I'm so glad you enjoyed it, especially since you're not a nathan/peter fan. Thank you!

Holy shit, that was beyond amazing. (They killed da PRESIDENT. That's badass.) I love the happy chipper teamwork section, I love it when things suddenly take this dark left turn, and the sex is smokin' hot.

Total love.

Thank you so much! :)

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