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mumblemutter.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2010-07-06 08:30 pm
All Things That Move and Breathe by anansie_s (NC-17)
Fandom: HEROES
Pairing: Nathan Petrelli/Peter Petrelli
Length: ~7,500 words
Author on LJ:
anansie_s
Author Website: Fic tag on LJ
Why this must be read:
I love stories in which introspection and sex intermingle and feed off of each other - character insights through porn, if you will, and this story is a fine example of that. It paints an utterly believable picture of who Nathan and Peter Petrelli are, and what they are to each other, while also being blindingly hot. Oh and it's about watersports. (But you should read it anyway.) -A.
But a tiny, paranoid voice in him wondered if this desire of Peter's – a new one? – was genuine, or just a part of his addiction to challenging his own limits. An addiction that they shared. They'd become used to receiving back-handed compliments about how unlike each other they were, but their similarities ran dark and close to the bone: in the extremist fervour that showed itself in their uncompromising instincts, in their ability to talk anyone into almost anything. An extremism that had been either trained into them or passed down in the blood; it didn't matter which.
All Things That Move and Breathe
Pairing: Nathan Petrelli/Peter Petrelli
Length: ~7,500 words
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Fic tag on LJ
Why this must be read:
I love stories in which introspection and sex intermingle and feed off of each other - character insights through porn, if you will, and this story is a fine example of that. It paints an utterly believable picture of who Nathan and Peter Petrelli are, and what they are to each other, while also being blindingly hot. Oh and it's about watersports. (But you should read it anyway.) -A.
But a tiny, paranoid voice in him wondered if this desire of Peter's – a new one? – was genuine, or just a part of his addiction to challenging his own limits. An addiction that they shared. They'd become used to receiving back-handed compliments about how unlike each other they were, but their similarities ran dark and close to the bone: in the extremist fervour that showed itself in their uncompromising instincts, in their ability to talk anyone into almost anything. An extremism that had been either trained into them or passed down in the blood; it didn't matter which.
All Things That Move and Breathe
