Hello All! This is my first "Petrellicest" fanfic. This is based loosely on the early part of Season Four. Rated M (MA?) for safety's sake. Chapter One is posted here and the second will follow shortly. Please read and review. Standard disclaimer: I don't own Heroes, our dear Petrellis, or Sylar (sigh!).

Love You Anyway—by Revengehero

Chapter One

Peter was exhausted. After a full day's work of saving lives, and he still felt like hell. He kept thinking of his relationship with Nathan and the shambles that was in and found he felt so bad he could just sit and cry. Fuck that, he told himself angrily. What good would that do? After all, he was busy putting his life back together—and that life did not have to include Nathan.

"Hey Pete." A voice as familiar as his own called out softly from behind the chair he had just collapsed into. Nearly falling out of said chair, he spun to face Nathan. "I left you three messages…You never called me." A pause. "You okay? You look like hell." Nathan's brow furrowed as he looked at Peter with concern.

"Gee thanks, I'm fine. You try pulling two shifts of actually helping people and see if you look neat and pressed. Those of us who earn a living look like it sometimes." Peter got up and out of the chair before Nathan could lay his hands soothingly on his shoulders. Nathan followed him into the kitchen where he was getting a bottle of water and a snack.

"What the hell you doin' here anyway?" Peter didn't much care what Nathan answered (or so he told himself) but planned instantly to go to bed after having his snack. Nathan could go fuck himself for all he cared. His shoulders ached from lack of sleep. He saw no reason to sit up with his worthless brother. "I'm here because I need you, Pete. I've been having strange dreams. Sometimes I look back on my life and feel like none of it's my own." Nathan looked at his hands like they were part of someone else's body. He looked so worried, so beaten, completely unlike himself that Peter almost told him just to sit and make himself at home, and that they could sit and talk like old times.

Then he remembered why his brother felt guilty. He was. "I wouldn't want that to be my life either. You feel that way when you're an asshole." A look of pain and anger swept across Nathan's face. He suddenly reached out and Peter's drink went flying out of his hand, landing expertly in Nathan's open palm. Not a drop spilled.

"How the fuck did you do that?" Peter asked, bewildered. "I don't know!" Nathan spat out. "I just can." His face crumpled. "Pete, help me, please. What's happening to me?" Peter shook his head. "I don't know." He looked into Nathan's eyes and felt a wave of pity and love for Nathan that he just couldn't shrug off. He allowed his brother's embrace to climb softly around his body, wrapping up his back and shoulders. "Thank you Pete."

When they pulled back there was an awkward silence. Nathan held Peter's gaze for longer than even the closest of brothers were accustomed to. Nathan's voice dropped to a soothing, barely audible whisper as his hands caressed Peter's shoulders and neck. "I've missed you so much. I love you so much." He leaned in and kissed Peter on the forehead. Then suddenly as if surprised, Nathan pulled back. "What's wro—?" Peter stopped when he saw the look on his brother's face. He was smiling at him…rather seductively. "Peterrrr." He purred before leaning forward to kiss him full on the mouth. Nathan had Peter pinned against the wall before he could even react in the slightest way.

Peter was frozen with desire as much as fear. Oh God. His hero. His brother. No! Peter couldn't allow this. That was when he realized that he couldn't get free even if he wanted to. Nathan was using Power to hold him against the wall without even realizing it. Peter exchanged kiss for kiss, afraid to risk an escape. Nathan's passion had begun to be painful. Peter could barely breathe as he was being pressed into the wall. He could feel Nathan's erection pressing into him as his kisses grew hungrier and deeper. Nathan's hands tore off Peter's t-shirt and were soon working their way to unzipping his jeans when Peter surprised himself and yanked off Nathan's tie. His own passion aroused in spite of his fear, he decided to succumb to temptation. Off with his suit jacket. He tore off the button-down white shirt as soon as he got to it. Bare chests pressed against each other. What was fear when they had this burning between them? This was Nathan and he couldn't keep his hands from caressing him everywhere.

"God Pete. I've always wanted to do this to you. You belong to me. I've felt this way about you for so long, needed you always." His brother rasped in his ear. Pulling Peter against him again, he shoved him into his small bedroom and against the covers of his bed. As he kissed and touched everywhere, Nathan couldn't keep his mind quiet. Why had he waited so long to do this? Why had he always left his brother who worshipped him to vain lust to chase after everyone else? Why would he be disloyal to a younger brother that he himself idolized in return? Since when did he care about appearances?

Nathan was inside the only person he truly loved. Warm and welcoming, Peter moved against him so sweetly he thought he would cry. No one had ever loved him or treated him so kindly. Growing up with no one and nothing.

Wait. That wasn't true. He cared about appearances because he was a politician, and he'd grown up with every advantage under the sun. Why did he feel so confused, like a stranger to his own life? It doesn't matter! Nathan told himself. Give everything in this moment to Peter. "I love you Pete. I love you so much."

"Nathan, don't cry. I love you too." Their lovemaking had went from frighteningly rough to tearfully gentle. As Pete came underneath him, Nathan felt his own body release. Instead of feeling guilty for seducing his brother as he'd always been afraid he would, he found that he felt much better. Clean. Clear headed. Stable. He wasn't alone; he had someone who loved him unconditionally. With Pete's arms wrapped around him, he fell asleep.

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If either of them had awoken suddenly in the night, they would have been both surprised and horrified to see the change that took place at approximately 2am and did not go away until about 7am. It started around the eyes and went in a visible ripple all the way down and across Nathan's form. In very little time, the form of Sylar, still curled around Peter's naked body comfortably, took shape. When both men awoke, smiling, happy, talkative, neither showed any sign of Sylar having been in their midst.

~End of Chapter One; Chapter Two Coming Shortly~

Thank you for reading!