Title: Mine
Pairing/Characters: Noah/Nathan
Rating: NC17
Summary: Written for the 47_trek_47 Heroes Anonymous Kink Meme
Nonny's Prompt: Nathan/Noah-mine, handcuffs
Word Count: 665

Noah closes the door behind him as he walks into Nathan's office. He discreetly closes the blinds as well, thankful that this was an underground facility with no windows to the outside world. "Noah." Nathan says nonchalantly from behind his desk, seemingly un-phased by Noah's actions.

"We have to talk." Noah says as he takes the seat in front of Nathan's desk. Nathan nods as if this is all a very normal encounter. Noah takes his glasses off and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I can't stand this any longer..." He says cryptically. Nathan's brows furrow.

"I don't-"

"Don't give me that bullshit Nathan! You said..." Noah replaces his glasses and looks at the Senator. "You said last week that... That." He just couldn't get out what he wanted to. It sounded so wrong out loud what was running through his mind. Nathan on the other hand seemed to know what was eating away at Noah. He sits back, hands behind his head and smiles.

"What is it Bennet?" He asks coldly now, knowing that this was a power-trip and that there was work he needed to do. In seconds Nathan found himself in a very peculiar situation that he didn't remember happening. "Noah! What the hell is this?!" He shouts as Noah walks to the office door and locks it. The walls are after all, paper thin.

"You promised me that this was not about Peter! You promised me!" Noah shouts into Nathan's face. Nathan of course could do nothing as his hands were handcuffed to the pipe along the wall behind his desk chair. Noah Bennet was an older man, but he was a fast son of a bitch.

"It's not about Pet-" His words were cut off as Noah presses his mouth to Nathan's. Crouching a little as the shorter man was also crouched in his state of restraints. Noah's hands are on the sides of Nathan's face, then roaming through his hair. Nathan is giving as much as he's getting. They break apart and Nathan gasps, "This is not about Peter!"

"I see the way you look at him every time you two are close!" Noah exclaims as he steps back. The state of Nathan and Noah's trousers are both obvious to the other and there's no denying the attraction that they'd felt from day one of operations. Nathan sighs and looks down ashamed.

"It's an old scar... Surely you know what-" Again his words are cut off as Noah claims his words and air for his own. This time Noah's hands are purposeful as they undo the Senator's belt and pants. Nathan pulls away gasping, once again wondering at the older man's lung capacity. "Damn it Noah! Let me explain!" He groans as his erection is freed from his boxers and his hands itch to touch Noah's.

"Family is more important... Isn't it?" Noah asks as his licks the side of Nathan's face while rhythmically pumping Nathan's cock in his hands. Nathan groans several times before Noah's mouth finds his again. While battling tongues with the ex-Navy man, Noah keeps one hand on his cock while lowering his pants with his other. Nathan is groaning in frustration now as his hands pull against the handcuffs itching to just caress Noah's face.

Noah pulls back, removing his hands completely from Nathan, "Peter may be my brother," Nathan pauses as he groans watching Noah unfastening his own belt and undoing his pants. "But I am completely yours... Please?" He pleads as Noah pulls out his own cock and pumps it while Nathan watches. Nathan is still straining against the cuffs to get closer. Hell he'd settle for sucking on Noah's cock as long as the older man knew Nathan belonged to him. Nathan's eyes sweeps up to meet Noah's as the pre-cum drips from the tips of both their dicks. The possessive look in Noah's eyes almost makes Nathan cum right there. Noah smiles.

"Yes, you are mine."