Little Heroes fic.
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mf_luder_xfOnce upon a time a little Lucy once said that she would never write a crossover with a crossed pairing. Sometimes, she wonders why she ever thinks about constraining herself, because inevitably, she breaks such rules. This is why she does not make New Year's resolutions.
Title: Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn.
Author: MF Luder
Fandom: Heroes/ Supernatural
Pairings: Peter/Dean, hints of Sam/Dean and Peter/Nathan
Keywords: incest, Petrellicest, Wincest, apocalypse, crossover
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Nothing specific
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring and NBC. Supernatural belongs to Kripke and the CW
Prompt: Peter/Dean, Snowfall (at the end of the world)
Summary: "I never imagined it'd end like this. I always thought it'd be some demon show-down. Some kind of final war between good and evil."
Author's Notes: First italic quote from an REM song by the same name. Title taken from the same song. Second italic quote from the movie The Lion in Winter. Originally intended for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
technosage's Heroes pornathon, but it turned a little too angsty for me to think of it fitting there. Unbetaed, though some cutting done with the advice of siberian_skys.
The snow falls in whispers. The ground is covered in a blanket of too pretty, innocent-seeming, white dust. If it weren't for the pressing cold and bitter sharp smell, it would almost seem like ash. Maybe it is. Ashes from the heavens.
It's the end of the world as we know it...
Dean huffs a laugh. It's fitting that at such a time he'd end up with one of Sam's emo angsty songs stuck in his head, rather than some decent Metallica.
Warm arms snake about his middle. "What?" the quiet voice asks.
"I was just...remembering."
Peter kisses his neck, a gesture of comfort and nothing more.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Dean continues to stare out the window as he slowly nods. "Who knew it would be so peaceful?" He pauses. "I never imagined it'd end like this. I always thought it'd be some demon show-down. Some kind of final war between good and evil."
It's Peter's turn to nod, long bangs brushing against Dean's cheek. "And I always thought it would be because of me. But then, neither of us is Nostradamus."
Dean chuckles again; it's a quiet, comfortable laugh. A little resigned. "Even he didn't imagine this."
~~~
It's been two days since the snow began to fall and they haven't left the motel room. They stocked up on food beforehand, knowing it--knowing something--was coming. After all, wasn't that what their brothers died for? The time in the room doesn't matter; there's no one left to collect rent.
The room smells like crackers and the scent of tin from soda cans. It smells of sex and feels clammy. They haven't dared open the door. Not while the skies are still dumping down destruction.
They're back at it again. Not like there's anything else to do. No TV, no radios. Dean thinks the internet might still exist. But the laptop died only a day after Sam.
Maybe, maybe it's a little morbid that they're fucking as Death comes down in giant flakes across the earth.
When the fall is all that's left...it matters a great deal.
Dean remembers that as a quote from some movie Sam made him watch years ago. While the original intent was meant to be noble, that man wasn't facing the end of the world. That somehow seems more significant than any one man's life. And since Sam's gone, Dean's got a new set of priorities for the end. And fucking is definitely one of them.
Dean's spread out on the bed like some fifty dollar whore but it doesn't bother him that much because it's what he feels like. What he wants to feel like. When you're fucked open and reeking of sex and come and sticky with lube, it's easy to forget you could die any day. Or that you could live beyond the end.
Sometimes...it feels like the end has already come and gone.
They do it this way, with Dean on bottom and Peter on top because the first time they tried it their preferred ways, Dean cried out for Sam and Peter moaned for Nathan.
Now Dean was master of awkward moments, he's had enough. Bad dates, back alley fucks, watching Sam grow up into a giant mass of sex-ass. But even he hadn't been able to get over that one.
So Peter tops and Dean begs and it's nothing like what they used to do or what they're used to and that's the point. They don't fit, not really. But it doesn't bother either of them because God it feels good.
Dean's on his knees, face shoved into the bedspread already stained with them from the past ten times in the past two days. He breathes it like an aphrodisiac and grunts harder and Peter obeys, willing to let Dean boss him around even if he is the one with the dick shoved up his ass. Dean pushes back, relishes the small burn of pain that still exists. It makes him feel more alive. Makes him feel like he hasn't already gone to his cold grave, buried in inches of white powder and this isn't his own custom made Purgatory.
Peter fills him up, runs one hand over his back whispering I love this dip it arcs so beautifully you're so pretty come for me Dean while the other fondles balls and dick alike, not quite the right pressure, not quite there yet.
Peter pulls out and bends down to taste and lick at Dean, hands spreading cheeks wide, tongue delving deep. Dean can't imagine how that must taste but Peter isn't complaining and it feels damn good so he just clenches up and pushes back for more, finally getting out, fuck me now. His brother's antithesis thesis does as commanded and after a few thrusts and a few jerks, they're both coming. Never in time nor tune, but it still feels okay, feels right, like it's something they both deserve after loosing their better halves. Dean can feel the warm liquid filling his body and he pants as his body sags back to the bed, Peter crashing down on top, neither willing to move away from the warmth or companionship.
He's still horny, maybe there is something in the snow, but too tired to do anything about it and it doesn't matter what his body or mind thinks anyway, he couldn't get it up. Peter rolls off momentarily and they drag the covers over them, Peter at Dean's back, exactly opposite still, and they look out into the night. Somehow they know it's night, despite snow halfway up the window now and only a gray sky.
Maybe it's the clock telling them it's night. Or maybe, the heavy feeling in their hearts.
~~~
Sometimes, Dean wishes they would just end. He doesn't know why they're still alive. Or at least not why he's alive. He's nothing special. Wasn't ever much without Sam, and nothing compared to Peter's powers. It doesn't make sense. It hurts. Hurts to be left behind where all he has is sex and a food shortage.
Thing is, he hasn't felt hungry. Not for the past two days. Neither of them has needed to eat anything beyond the smallest rations. And they're not weak or skinny for it. So it looks like, he can't even look forward to an eventual death of hunger. Just the hunger in his soul. That empty hole that gapes for Sam.
He knows it echoes the hole in Peter's own.
Nathan's powers couldn't save him. Sam's skills couldn't save him. So now it's just Dean and Peter. Two halves from broken wholes, trying to find solace with each other. It seems fitting.
It's been ten days now. Dean wonders if anyone like Peter is left. Wonders if this rain of ice will ever end. Wonders if anyone normal like him is still alive. He doubts it.
Maybe this is the end. To just watch the snow come down, sheltered in a motel room. Nothing to keep him company except Peter and his thoughts that run in circles of how two sets of brothers are so alike, and so different.
Sam and Peter, both emo. Nathan and Dean, both tough protectors. Sam and Peter the babies. Dean and Nathan the unemotional ones. Sam and Peter with the long hair, both so soft and baby fine.
But Dean and Peter both ones willing to accept their destiny while Sam and Nathan fought tooth and nail. In the end, Dean can't help but wonder if that's what killed them.
How ironic that he and Sam would find another set of brothers just like them. Brother fucking wasn't a common thing, Dean was sure. But they fit. The two sets, the four of them together. They'd done what they could and had worked well together. Freaks with freaks.
If that's what it took to try to save the world...Dean could deal with that. He just wished something had helped.
"Dean?" he hears.
"Hmmm?" He hasn't used his voice much, not for anything but screams of pleasure. Silent screams of pain.
"Do you want--?" Peter's voice is broken, soft. Its sound flows over Dean like honey. He thinks he feels himself get a little stronger; a little braver. "I know you're thinking about it, Dean. Do you hear him calling you?"
For a moment, Dean's not sure what Peter's talking about. But when he turns from the window, he sees a sparkle in his friend's eyes that he hasn't seen since Nathan died. Then he knows.
"Yeah," he whispers, "I do."
"We can try, then. Maybe it won't work. Maybe it'll stop. Maybe...maybe we'll find them."
Dean nods. He doesn't bother to put a shirt on. Doesn't feel the need to shower spunk and sweat off. He's going to his death, or he's just going to feel dumb. Either way, Sam won't mind if he comes to him dirty. He'll understand. He always has.
Peter stands, putting on a sweatshirt. That's Peter, just like Sam with the layers. One of a million ways they're the same. But Sam did it because he got cold. Because he learned it at college. Dean thinks Peter's ashamed. But Nathan will understand, too. He and Sam are more alike than Peter thinks.
"I love you," Peter says, wrapping an arm about Dean's naked waist.
Dean just leans down, brushing a lock of black hair away from the beautiful face. He lets his fingers trace softly over eyelids, nose, cheeks, lips. He lays his lips over Peter's and they share a warm, nearly chaste kiss.
The snow is still flurrying about, making little swirls in the air. Silence descends as they turn.
Together, they open the door.
Title: Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn.
Author: MF Luder
Fandom: Heroes/ Supernatural
Pairings: Peter/Dean, hints of Sam/Dean and Peter/Nathan
Keywords: incest, Petrellicest, Wincest, apocalypse, crossover
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Nothing specific
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring and NBC. Supernatural belongs to Kripke and the CW
Prompt: Peter/Dean, Snowfall (at the end of the world)
Summary: "I never imagined it'd end like this. I always thought it'd be some demon show-down. Some kind of final war between good and evil."
Author's Notes: First italic quote from an REM song by the same name. Title taken from the same song. Second italic quote from the movie The Lion in Winter. Originally intended for
technosage's Heroes pornathon, but it turned a little too angsty for me to think of it fitting there. Unbetaed, though some cutting done with the advice of siberian_skys.The snow falls in whispers. The ground is covered in a blanket of too pretty, innocent-seeming, white dust. If it weren't for the pressing cold and bitter sharp smell, it would almost seem like ash. Maybe it is. Ashes from the heavens.
It's the end of the world as we know it...
Dean huffs a laugh. It's fitting that at such a time he'd end up with one of Sam's emo angsty songs stuck in his head, rather than some decent Metallica.
Warm arms snake about his middle. "What?" the quiet voice asks.
"I was just...remembering."
Peter kisses his neck, a gesture of comfort and nothing more.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Dean continues to stare out the window as he slowly nods. "Who knew it would be so peaceful?" He pauses. "I never imagined it'd end like this. I always thought it'd be some demon show-down. Some kind of final war between good and evil."
It's Peter's turn to nod, long bangs brushing against Dean's cheek. "And I always thought it would be because of me. But then, neither of us is Nostradamus."
Dean chuckles again; it's a quiet, comfortable laugh. A little resigned. "Even he didn't imagine this."
~~~
It's been two days since the snow began to fall and they haven't left the motel room. They stocked up on food beforehand, knowing it--knowing something--was coming. After all, wasn't that what their brothers died for? The time in the room doesn't matter; there's no one left to collect rent.
The room smells like crackers and the scent of tin from soda cans. It smells of sex and feels clammy. They haven't dared open the door. Not while the skies are still dumping down destruction.
They're back at it again. Not like there's anything else to do. No TV, no radios. Dean thinks the internet might still exist. But the laptop died only a day after Sam.
Maybe, maybe it's a little morbid that they're fucking as Death comes down in giant flakes across the earth.
When the fall is all that's left...it matters a great deal.
Dean remembers that as a quote from some movie Sam made him watch years ago. While the original intent was meant to be noble, that man wasn't facing the end of the world. That somehow seems more significant than any one man's life. And since Sam's gone, Dean's got a new set of priorities for the end. And fucking is definitely one of them.
Dean's spread out on the bed like some fifty dollar whore but it doesn't bother him that much because it's what he feels like. What he wants to feel like. When you're fucked open and reeking of sex and come and sticky with lube, it's easy to forget you could die any day. Or that you could live beyond the end.
Sometimes...it feels like the end has already come and gone.
They do it this way, with Dean on bottom and Peter on top because the first time they tried it their preferred ways, Dean cried out for Sam and Peter moaned for Nathan.
Now Dean was master of awkward moments, he's had enough. Bad dates, back alley fucks, watching Sam grow up into a giant mass of sex-ass. But even he hadn't been able to get over that one.
So Peter tops and Dean begs and it's nothing like what they used to do or what they're used to and that's the point. They don't fit, not really. But it doesn't bother either of them because God it feels good.
Dean's on his knees, face shoved into the bedspread already stained with them from the past ten times in the past two days. He breathes it like an aphrodisiac and grunts harder and Peter obeys, willing to let Dean boss him around even if he is the one with the dick shoved up his ass. Dean pushes back, relishes the small burn of pain that still exists. It makes him feel more alive. Makes him feel like he hasn't already gone to his cold grave, buried in inches of white powder and this isn't his own custom made Purgatory.
Peter fills him up, runs one hand over his back whispering I love this dip it arcs so beautifully you're so pretty come for me Dean while the other fondles balls and dick alike, not quite the right pressure, not quite there yet.
Peter pulls out and bends down to taste and lick at Dean, hands spreading cheeks wide, tongue delving deep. Dean can't imagine how that must taste but Peter isn't complaining and it feels damn good so he just clenches up and pushes back for more, finally getting out, fuck me now. His brother's antithesis thesis does as commanded and after a few thrusts and a few jerks, they're both coming. Never in time nor tune, but it still feels okay, feels right, like it's something they both deserve after loosing their better halves. Dean can feel the warm liquid filling his body and he pants as his body sags back to the bed, Peter crashing down on top, neither willing to move away from the warmth or companionship.
He's still horny, maybe there is something in the snow, but too tired to do anything about it and it doesn't matter what his body or mind thinks anyway, he couldn't get it up. Peter rolls off momentarily and they drag the covers over them, Peter at Dean's back, exactly opposite still, and they look out into the night. Somehow they know it's night, despite snow halfway up the window now and only a gray sky.
Maybe it's the clock telling them it's night. Or maybe, the heavy feeling in their hearts.
~~~
Sometimes, Dean wishes they would just end. He doesn't know why they're still alive. Or at least not why he's alive. He's nothing special. Wasn't ever much without Sam, and nothing compared to Peter's powers. It doesn't make sense. It hurts. Hurts to be left behind where all he has is sex and a food shortage.
Thing is, he hasn't felt hungry. Not for the past two days. Neither of them has needed to eat anything beyond the smallest rations. And they're not weak or skinny for it. So it looks like, he can't even look forward to an eventual death of hunger. Just the hunger in his soul. That empty hole that gapes for Sam.
He knows it echoes the hole in Peter's own.
Nathan's powers couldn't save him. Sam's skills couldn't save him. So now it's just Dean and Peter. Two halves from broken wholes, trying to find solace with each other. It seems fitting.
It's been ten days now. Dean wonders if anyone like Peter is left. Wonders if this rain of ice will ever end. Wonders if anyone normal like him is still alive. He doubts it.
Maybe this is the end. To just watch the snow come down, sheltered in a motel room. Nothing to keep him company except Peter and his thoughts that run in circles of how two sets of brothers are so alike, and so different.
Sam and Peter, both emo. Nathan and Dean, both tough protectors. Sam and Peter the babies. Dean and Nathan the unemotional ones. Sam and Peter with the long hair, both so soft and baby fine.
But Dean and Peter both ones willing to accept their destiny while Sam and Nathan fought tooth and nail. In the end, Dean can't help but wonder if that's what killed them.
How ironic that he and Sam would find another set of brothers just like them. Brother fucking wasn't a common thing, Dean was sure. But they fit. The two sets, the four of them together. They'd done what they could and had worked well together. Freaks with freaks.
If that's what it took to try to save the world...Dean could deal with that. He just wished something had helped.
"Dean?" he hears.
"Hmmm?" He hasn't used his voice much, not for anything but screams of pleasure. Silent screams of pain.
"Do you want--?" Peter's voice is broken, soft. Its sound flows over Dean like honey. He thinks he feels himself get a little stronger; a little braver. "I know you're thinking about it, Dean. Do you hear him calling you?"
For a moment, Dean's not sure what Peter's talking about. But when he turns from the window, he sees a sparkle in his friend's eyes that he hasn't seen since Nathan died. Then he knows.
"Yeah," he whispers, "I do."
"We can try, then. Maybe it won't work. Maybe it'll stop. Maybe...maybe we'll find them."
Dean nods. He doesn't bother to put a shirt on. Doesn't feel the need to shower spunk and sweat off. He's going to his death, or he's just going to feel dumb. Either way, Sam won't mind if he comes to him dirty. He'll understand. He always has.
Peter stands, putting on a sweatshirt. That's Peter, just like Sam with the layers. One of a million ways they're the same. But Sam did it because he got cold. Because he learned it at college. Dean thinks Peter's ashamed. But Nathan will understand, too. He and Sam are more alike than Peter thinks.
"I love you," Peter says, wrapping an arm about Dean's naked waist.
Dean just leans down, brushing a lock of black hair away from the beautiful face. He lets his fingers trace softly over eyelids, nose, cheeks, lips. He lays his lips over Peter's and they share a warm, nearly chaste kiss.
The snow is still flurrying about, making little swirls in the air. Silence descends as they turn.
Together, they open the door.
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Date: 2007-01-12 08:14 am (UTC)I love the parallels and the contrasts and how Peter has to top because it's the only way they can do it, but at the same time, Dean is TOTALLY topping from the bottom. It was just...really excellent.
:D
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Date: 2007-01-14 06:44 am (UTC)Thank you so much for both reading and the generous fb. I am very glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2007-01-12 09:03 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-14 06:46 am (UTC)I find the brothers amazingly alike. I've done many metas in my head comparing the two sets and I think that's why I was actually able to do such a xover pairing.
Thank you for the wonderful feedback and for reading!
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Date: 2007-01-12 10:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-14 06:47 am (UTC)Where were you thinking of ending it? Just curious, cause the bit that came after where I ended it here was all the stuff I wasn't so sure I'd liked.
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Date: 2007-01-14 08:10 am (UTC)I think it was something like--and Dean closed the door behind them--something like that.
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Date: 2007-01-12 03:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-14 06:48 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2007-01-12 04:27 pm (UTC)Nah, really, beautiful piece of work here, thanks for writing the prettycest's^^
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Date: 2007-01-14 06:48 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2007-01-12 07:34 pm (UTC)Can't get words out right now.
I loved it though.
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Date: 2007-01-14 06:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-12 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-14 06:50 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!!
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Date: 2007-01-12 09:28 pm (UTC)Not all fic reads are meant to be enjoyable, but that doesn't mean you aren't glad you read them. I'm glad I read this, despite the gloom in the tone and topic.
I love the REM refs and the Lion in Winter one that most West Wing fans will recognize. :-)
And yay for the same icon you used on my Prufrock fic! (I swear I'll catch up on my holiday backlog of replies at *some* point! Mea culpa!)
Nicely done...
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Date: 2007-01-14 06:53 am (UTC)Ha! I am glad someone else knew it from West Wing! That is, of course, where I knew it from, but decided it would be less complicated to just list it from the movie. lol
Thanks so much for reading and I am very glad you liked it. ♥
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Date: 2007-01-12 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-13 12:41 am (UTC)It always amazes me how well Pretellicest and Wincest fit together, how similar yet very different each relationship tends to be.
Most certainly my favorite quote of the fic. It seemed very Dean-like: choppy and blunt, and seemlingly careless, but only because dwelling on the thought of Sam's death would be too much for him. I'm way more of a Dean/Sam fan than a Nathan/Peter, but I definitely loved the whole of this story.
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Date: 2007-01-14 06:59 am (UTC)the idea that two halves don't make something whole
Yes, indeed. I guess I'm a bit of a romantic because I do have my OTPs and I'm not one for the whole finding your soul mate a second time, thought.
Thank you so incredibly much for the great fb!! I am glad that everything worked well for you as a reader, and that you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2007-01-13 04:44 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-30 09:13 am (UTC)I have no idea how I ended up here (possibly a rec from my flist?), so pardon the random person leaving fb, but oh. I can handle deathfic pretty well in any other fandom, but with SPN it tears out little pieces of my soul. (Especially when Sam's the one who dies; it scares me to think about Dean without him.)
I love the idea of a SPN/Heroes crossover, and this was beautiful as well as painful; stark and almost hopeless, like an end-of-the-world fic should be.
This line completely killed me:
"They do it this way, with Dean on bottom and Peter on top because the first time they tried it their preferred ways, Dean cried out for Sam and Peter moaned for Nathan."
Yeah. At that point I actually sobbed out loud, and I'm really glad my roommate wasn't home at the time, because I literally couldn't help myself.
Anyway, this was an excellent fic. I have the feeling this one will haunt me for awhile.
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Date: 2007-01-31 01:35 am (UTC)Thank you so very much for this! I am glad I was able to evoke emotion (and on a line I never thought would!). Apocalyptic fic is my favorite and since this is the first I've written, I am so flattered by the positive fb and that it moved you.
Thanks again! ♥
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Date: 2008-04-14 04:54 am (UTC)I'm a sucker for wincest, petellicest, and Dean/Peter.
This hit all my spots at once. XD
But, oh, it hurt. The poor boys. T_T
Excellent work!
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Date: 2008-04-14 02:34 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading, I'm glad you liked. :-)