(Fic) Hiding From you - Chapter 2

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Dsclaimer: I do not own any of the characters featured in this fic, it's just a bit of fun, don't sue me!!

Title: Hiding from You

Summary: Nathan and Peter get into another arguement during their Mother's funeral, upset and angry Peter gets shoulder butted by Cadice but then it begins, Peter absorbs her power, shocked he runs into a near by bar and tries to figure out his new power and how him and Nathan can reconcile they're latest breakdown.

Rating(s): PG-13 (NC-17 in later chapters)
Warning(s): Bad Language and Alcohol.
Spoiler(s): Slight spoiler for episode 23 on the first series

A/N: Super thank you to karathephantom for the fic idea and being my beta!

Chapter 2



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Chapter 2

 

"Peter!"
He knew that voice.
"Shit!" He dove back into the stall. He couldn't face his brother yet, he knew if he did he'd either beat Nathan within an inch of his life, or he'd burst into tears and damage his pride. Neither sounded like a route he wanted to go down, but an idea popped into his head. Pulling the feelings back, he opened his eyes and rubbed a hand over his face to reassure himself.
Walking calmly out of the stall, he spotted his brother. He quickly averted his eyes to the sink and washed his hands. Taking a paper towel, he started to walk out of the bathroom.
"Excuse me."
He panicked silently. "Did he really catch me that easily?" He tried to come up with an excuse in his head. He turned on his heels, facing Nathan's critical, dark eyes, trying not to break his composure under the stern gaze.
"Yes?" He coughed, trying to pull out the other voice. He repeated the word desperately. "Yes?"
"Have you seen a young man in his late twenties? He's got black hair, it sort of hangs over his eyes?" Nathan asked, his own eyes searching for any flicker of recollection in this oddly familiar stranger.
"No, sorry, I haven't seen him," he answered. He tried to get it over with quickly, shrugging for added effect.

"Are you sure?" The man was hiding something, he was shifty and looked uncomfortable. But the oddest thing was his eyes, they had that same deep and bittersweet chocolate tone that seemed to drag a person in, just like Peter's.

"Yeah, I'm positive." A beat of silence." He'll probably turn up, you never know," he offered. He could see Nathan was on his scent, and he needed to throw him off as much as he could.

"Sorry to bother you." Nathan sighed, this guy didn't know anything. He could tell, he could always tell if anyone was lying to him. Well, not anyone. Peter was the only person that could slip a lie right past him and still come out smelling like roses, but he'd always liked the way Peter seemed to get under his radar and still have the best reasons for it. He knew Peter didn't lie unless he was forced to.

Looking at his own reflection in the mirror, Nathan was disgusted with himself. He stared into his own eyes, the hate pouring out then reflecting back. He couldn't take the heat of his own self-loathing gaze; he pulled away from his reflection and let his head roll back. As he stared at the ceiling through half-opened eyes, he sighed the only name that meant anything to him.

"Peter."

"Hey." He turned his attention to the voice from behind him. The man was still there, staring at him with Peter's eyes.

He was quite handsome, a lean but not-too-skinny frame. The subtle highlights of blond and black in his hair were attractive in the sense that it all looked natural; his lips looked like they were every bit as soft as their color was alluring. Then there were his eyes. Nathan was totally transfixed with them, they were the same deep, soulful brown he'd seen so many times before. Looking him in the eyes was like looking into his brother's, and the scariest thing was that he felt that same churn of lust, love and shame at the pit of his stomach.

The underlying attraction he'd always buried with work and his campaign - not trusting himself with Peter - had being going on for years now. If the chance came for him to have his brother he'd probably take it, and that terrified him. The only person he couldn't control himself around was Peter, and it was always his eyes that had caught him so wholly.

"You wanna get a drink?" Looking at his brother, Peter didn't feel the anger or hurt, just love. He hated that his heart strings were so pulled by the way Nathan looked at himself. He could see that Nathan felt bad, and he hated that he'd done this to him, even though the logical part of his mind told him it wasn't his fault. "Blah blah blah." At the end of it all, his heart always won out.

"No, I should be getting home. Just in case he calls." He sigh exhaustedly and rubbed his face. It had been a long day, and if he had a few drinks, he knew he would take the man to a hotel. He didn't want all the stigma of the morning after that came with great one night stands. And just by looking at him, Nathan knew it would be a fantastic one.

"If he wants to talk, he'll call your cell, won't he?" He found it absurd that "he" was talking about himself. The total cheesiness of what was happening seemed like it was something out of an old Lifetime movie or a bad airport novel.

He opened his eyes slowly, and they locked into the other man's eyes. Peter's eyes, staring at him from another body.



"Please, just one drink? I mean, I feel bad and everything, that I couldn't help. Let me make it up to you," he joked. Nathan could see that glint, the playful spark that Peter flashed when he was being mischievous, or when his playful nature shined through. Those were his eyes, but this wasn't Peter, and the hand wasn't Peter's, but there it was. Peter coming through, like his eyes were portals to something he could never have.
"All right, one drink," Nathan sighed, managing a small, tired smile as his shoulders slumped in a small sign of defeat. It had being a long day and with Peter pulling one of his disappearing acts, he did need a drink. If he wasn't buying, and at least had some pleasant company, Nathan really saw nothing wrong with it.
"Great!" Peter said with a smile of his own. He did feel bad. After everything that had happened; the lies, the betrayal and the conspiracies that his brother was involved in,it all seemed to be insignificant because of that day, the way he'd held him as they flew through the night. The way he'd pressed against his brother as his body glowed and pulsed with pain and energy. But it had gone back to the lies and the deceit. He couldn't help the sickly feeling of shame that came as he looked at his brother. Nathan's pain was his fault, so offering a simple drink was the only thing Peter could think of to make him feel better, and hopefully Nathan too.
Walking through the swinging door of the restroom, Peter pulled a bar stool up for himself. The dark shiny surface of the bar was pockmarked with years and layers of varnish. It was a typical bar, the lights low, but high enough for comfort; the decor a mixture of dark wood and forest green leather. Booths sectioned off by rippled, painted glass, their simple spiral red and green roses darkened by shadows moving fluid and distorted behind them.
"Vodka and a Scotch on the rocks please," Peter ordered, as Nathan sat down on the stool next to him.
"How did you know I liked Scotch?" he asked, an eyebrow arching gracefully as he took in the other man's profile; watching as his eyes shifted nervously for a brief moment. Then he turned with a small lopsided smile and his head resting relaxed and confident in his hand, as his elbow propped on the bar.
"You look like the type of guy who does."
With that smile and his soft brown eyes, he was looking more and more like Peter. Nathan was finding it harder to breathe, but even more frighteningly, he was finding it harder to walk away from the situation. A tantalizing glimpse of pale flesh through the other man's opened collar, his loose tie and relaxed smile - it all screamed "Peter," and Nathan couldn't stop himself.
Nathan flashed him a flirtatious smile of his own. The click of their glasses alerted him. Gripping the glass between his fingers gently, tilting it a little, he picked up his drink. The other man grabbed his own, mimicking his actions.
"Well, you're right. Cheers," Nathan said, dropping his voice a little. As he was taking a sip of his drink, their eyes locked. Mahogany and chocolate lost in each other over the rims of their glasses.
Resting his glass back on the bar, Nathan loosened his tie, pulling the black meterial between his fingers before unbuttoning the top of his shirt, opting for comfort over formality.

"What is your name, by the way? I never caught it," Nathan smiled. He was used to this; he knew he was attractive to both sexes, and he'd even been propositioned on occasions. He never really taken it up though, even though there was Las Vegas... But he'd never consider it again, women were, for the most part, messy. And having a mistress was out of the question; but there was something about this guy, the way he moved and the openess of his eyes that always brought him back to Peter.

"Why can't I get him out of my head?"

"Uh.. my name? Oh, my name is..."

Chapter 3