Paintings of Peter Petrelli's Sex Life

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AU Season 1.

Pairings: Isaac/Peter, Nathan/Peter (Wincest led me to Petrellicest :D), Sylar/Peter

Rating: NC-17

Spoliers: So much AU-ness. I've only see the first season, and some stuff is slightly canon while other stuff is in place because the PWP needs it to be. So yeah, slight spoilers for season 1 across the board, but all pretty general and what takes place in no way reflects the linearity of season 1 canon.

Warnings: Uhh... Slashy stuff happens. Plot is thin enough to be plausible (maybe) and present but mainly just to justify the smex, of which explicitness is plenty. We got good old Petrelli incest, liberal doses of dub-con, an all male orgy. Umm... some other stuff that I'm not sure how to warn for. Invisibility being used in an atypical way... can I warn for ceiling sex? And then some more slash. Ooh, ooh, and serious power play. The whole BDSM-esque thing is my typical writing style so I sort of forgot for a minute that it was warn-able. Yeah. Yay for subby!Peter!

Summary: I don't know. I just... I just don't know. I was writing a cute little Isaac slash Peter piece, and then the massive kink plot bunny that spawns numerous other plot bunnies of kink sent its armies after me. This is what happens when I decide to unfilter what my brain is thinking and what actually goes down on the page. So Petrellicest showed up (because YUM,) and I just really like the idea of Sylar and Peter understanding each other in a way no-one else can (which involves sex somehow?). And then dub-con and orgies worked itself into it. Because that is the natural progression of things when you are a slash writer.

Unbetaed.

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Isaac sort of blacked out when he had a vision of the future. So when he came back to himself he'd find paintings, maybe one large one, maybe several smaller, but all telling him something. They usually revolved around several people; the cheerleader, the unnaturally cheerful Japanese man, and the man, Peter Petrelli, who'd stolen his girlfriend. Usually the meanings were hard to decipher, not obvious unless interpreted alongside other paintings.

Then there were the ones that needed no explanation, no further insight. The meaning just laid bare.

Like the one with he and Peter having sex. That was highly disturbing. Highly, highly disturbing.

OR MAYBE... it was one of those paintings that didn't look like what they looked like. Like the one where Hiro, was that his name?, was standing in front of a dinosaur. But *actually* it was just a big stuffed toy in a museum.

So maybe what really happens is that he and Peter are... talking, naked (for some unknown reason but that will be very obvious and platonic in the future), and then... one of them slips, from the position they're in, it looks like it would be him, thus crashing into Peter and causing them to both fall... onto his bed. And then he just happens to land between Peter's widely spread legs, leaning forward to regain his balance, so that coincidentally their faces almost touch, whilst simultaneously Peter brings his legs up to hug Isaac's waist for balance... while they're both naked.

YES. *That's* what happens.

Oh, Jesus Christ, he's going to have sex with Peter Petrelli.

Isaac brought his fist up to his mouth and bit it, silently freaking the fuck out.

Or maybe it was just people who looked like them. Oh, the taste of delicious desperate hope.

His eyes finally moved to the next painting, sitting on the floor where he must have moved it. It was Peter again. Again naked. Thankfully there was a shadow... a human male-shaped shadow sprawled over him so Isaac wasn't left staring at Peter's junk.

But who was the shadow? Isaac prayed it wasn't him.

These two people were sprawled over the floor. The floor looked strange, just a wash of white, no detail. And the corner of the room that was visible looked strange, like the top of a column built into the wall or something. Peter's neck was arched, with an expression that could only be called an orgasm face. He was pinned in place by the other unidentifiable male, the man's arms and legs sprawling out as if he'd just... (orgasmed, Isaac's mind whispered) before collapsing on top of Peter.

Ugh. Peter sex. Was there anything more disgusting? Simone didn't seem to find him so repulsive. Isaac'd clearly been blinded by love, because Simone was totally stupid.

Isaac tilted his head as he studied Peter's orgasm face in horrified fascination. Was he really going to...?

"Hey!" someone called from the front door. *Peter.*

"...!" Isaac spasmed, panic adrenalin surging through him. He quickly picked up the two paintings and threw them against the wall, hiding them.

"What's- what're you doing?" Peter asked as he walked down the stairs.

"Nothing!" said Isaac, face flushed, fingers shaking with the nervous adrenalin.

Peter came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, body stiff. "Are you hiding something?"

"*No*!"

Peter laughed. "That was the most unconvincing thing I've ever heard," he said. "Are those more paintings of the future?"

"Ah... no." Isaac rolled his shoulders, trying to dispel some tension. He looked over at the other man from behind his fringe and tried to picture what he'd be like to have sex with. Would he look good naked? Isaac was an artist, a free soul; he'd had sex with guys before. But honestly, he preferred women. Did he think Peter was attractive? Maybe, a little, but in a purely objective way. Like, he could see why Simone would be interested but he wasn't interested himself. He thought the Mona Lisa was attractive and he didn't want to have sex with *that*. "They're just painting-paintings. For a show I got coming up."

Peter nodded, biting his bottom lip suspiciously and drawing his eyebrows together. "So then I can see them?"

"No!"

Peter quirked an eyebrow. It was an adorable eyebrow, Isaac could admit, but he still didn't want to have sex with the man. Yes, so now that he was looking he could see maybe the dark, deep eyes were a little dreamy. And the way he wore his clothes gave the unintentional impression that they needed to be ripped off of him asap. The fringe was stupid, though. Isaac meant, how old was this guy anyway? Was he *trying* to look like a nine year old with his stupid floppy hair all in his face?

If Isaac was going to kiss him, which he*wasn't*, he'd definitely bring one hand up to cup Peter's face and brush the hair back from his face.

"If you're hiding something..." said Peter, taking what looked like he hoped would be an intimidating step forward.

"No! I'm not-" Isaac sighed. "They're nothing. I swear."

"Then let me see!"

"No! They're... they're not done yet."

"Well that's fine," said Peter. "I'm hardly an art critic." And then Isaac's heart went into overdrive as Peter started walking towards them.

"Don't!" Isaac stepped into his path, arms out as if to stop him. Then he remembered the paintings and brought his arms and hands back in, like a turtle. Physical contact = *bad*.

"Why not?" asked Peter. "What possible reason could you have-" Then his eyes darkened. Not in a 'bedroom' way, in a more 'suspicious and furious' kind of way. "Is it of you and Simone?" he demanded.

"No," laughed Isaac, running a hand through his hair, probably getting paint through it. "I wish."

"Then what?" asked Peter, growing annoyed. He started towards the paintings and Isaac grabbed at him. The lesser of two evils. "Let go!" He shoved back at Isaac who refused to let go of his upper arms. The force sent them reeling sideways, falling to the floor.

"Do not look!" said Isaac, half-request, half-order.

"Just show me!" shouted Peter. "What are you hiding?" He shoved Isaac away and got to his knees. Isaac tackled him again. By this point it probably would have been more rational to just let him look at the paintings and laugh it off and talk about changing the future. But he was operating on a level of irrational fear, as if anyone else saw it, the painting would be validated.

They went down with a crash. They wrestled, struggling to get on top so each could get to the paintings first. Somehow, and Isaac didn't want to look into it too closely, Peter ended up straddling his waist, holding him down, mouth a sneer of aggression. He looked over to where the paintings were. Isaac grabbed at the moment of temporary distraction and managed to flip them over, landing heavily on top of the other man. Face to face, breathing heavily, Peter's legs still around his hips from straddling him, they were a few thin layers of cloth away from fulfilling the prophecy.

Isaac's eyes widened, Peter's too, and they stared at each other for one horrible, horrible moment of realised intimacy, completely frozen, before Isaac managed to regain some semblance of coherency and push himself away.

Peter got up to his feet after a minute, shaking slightly. He walked determinedly towards the paintings.

"Don't..." Isaac said. Peter picked them up and looked them over undeterred. The first one was the one with the shadow. Peter made a little pout of confusion, eyebrows drawn into a V, and then slid it behind the second. He looked at it blankly for a moment, then tilted his head as if a new perspective would make more of sense of it.

"Is that me?" he asked. "And is that-" Isaac could see the moment realisation dawned. His eyes widened, face paled and his jaw dropped. His eyes flicked up to meet Isaac's. Isaac met his gaze stubbornly. Peter had brought this on himself. He could suffer the full extent of 'WTF' Isaac had had to go through as well. "Umm... why?"

"Why what?" snapped Isaac.

"Why'd you paint... this?" Peter threw them down onto the floor between them in disgust.

"I didn't!"

"You said it wasn't of the future!" They met each other's eyes and held, a battle of wills to see who'd look away first. "You said- You said-! *Not* the future!"

Isaac laughed. "I lied. Looks like we're going to..." he paled and looked away.

"We're not going to have sex! Certainly not on the ceiling."

"Huh?"

"The painting... with the, you, in darkness. We're on the ceiling."

"What! That, shadow, is not me," huffed Isaac.

"Who else could it be?"

"WE are not having sex more than once," said Isaac matter-of-factly.

"No," said Peter. "If I'm going to start *randomly* having sex with guys, I'd rather it just be the one."

"So what, you want to have sex with me more than once?"

"I don't want to have sex with you, *at all*!"

"Too bad princess," snarked Isaac, snatching up the painting of them. He held it outward, facing Peter. "'Cause it looks like I'm going to have your pretty little ass."

Peter made a noise of infuriated disgust and turned on his heel, storming out.

And because Isaac was a prick, he called after the other man as he walked out the door, "I'll buy the lube!"

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"Peter!" said Nathan. "How was your day?"

"Ugh!" Peter violently pulled off his jumper and threw it on the armchair in Nathan's house.

"You okay? Bad day?"

Peter just laughed, throwing himself down onto the couch and throwing an arm over his eyes. "That's one way to describe it."

"What happened?" asked Nathan, sounding genuinely concerned if distracted as he sorted mail. It's one of the reasons Nathan was such a gifted politician; his ability to sound *genuine* when Peter knew for a fact he didn't give a crap.

Peter sighed, letting his arm flop down to beside him. "Just ordinary, bad day stuff." He let his mind and eyes wonder to distract himself. "You wouldn't believe me, even if I told you," he muttered to himself. "Or maybe you would... or maybe not. Is being spontaneously gay more or less believable then being able to fly?"

His eyes alit on the corner of the room. All around the top of the room was a cornice, connecting wall to ceiling like a reverse skirting board. In the corners there was a decorative feature, almost like the top of a marble column.

... the same from the painting.

Peter sat upright.

That's what had been bothering him! If he could fly, then he'd have had to be holding the other person up which didn't make any sense because it was almost as if he'd been the one who'd been being held up to the ceiling.

So... everything indicated he was going to have sex with someone possessing his brother's abilities, in his brother's house.

He looked over his shoulder at Nathan who looked up from the mail in his hand and smiled pleasantly at him.

Oh God no.

"I just remembered something," said Peter, standing up, awkward in his urgency. "I gotta go."

"Okay, well... maybe you should come over sometime for dinner. You, me, Ma, the kids. It'll be fun."

"Yes, yeah. Yes. Sounds good." Peter nodded and started walking towards the entry hall, not looking back.

"Hey, wait," said Nathan as he caught up. "You forgot this." He held out Peter's sweater.

"Oh, thanks." Peter took it and ran his thumbs over the material, watching it rather than Nathan.

"Peter," said Nathan, taking a step closer. He reached up and smoothed a hand over Peter's hair, lingering afterward. "If something's wrong, you know you can tell me."

"Yeah."

"Okay then." He took a step back and Peter could breathe again. "Stay out of trouble. I mean it. I'll see you again soon."

"Yeah, bye." Peter opened the door and started walking. He didn't stop for quite a while.

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Much more to follow. Future Isaac/Peter, Nathan/Peter and a whole lot of Sylar/Peter coming up soon.

I have a Law essay due Monday. Kill me now. Mainly because in total I have three major assignments due in the next 2 week and I'm like :/ mixed with 0.0 and then they don't have an emoticon that properly conveys my utter terror.

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