Appointment of Demise...

[adamdouglasjr]

Adam sat at the dining room table, his papers placed to the side, and his vial of clear liquid no longer on the towel but emptied and washed. Placed in a small biohazard bag by the trash, the vial lay now, its stopper along side it. Phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear, Adam let it ring as he gazed to the plain white coffee cup poised on

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[sebastian_shaw]

Promptly arriving an hour later, rapping at the door sharply. And then, as before, not waiting as he strode in. Douglas had said it was his home after all.

"Honey, I'm home."

[adamdouglasjr]

Sniffling, tears still flooding his face as he worked to regain his compsure. A hand wiping the tears away, face red from stress and crying for so long. His head hurt. His chest hurt... Adam waited a moment before looking up, sadness and defeat screaming from his gaze.

".... Hello, Shaw...."

[sebastian_shaw]

He was smiling. How could he not. This was it. The first step on the road back to his future life. His future of his past. WIth Emma at his side, he'd take back the club, hold reign over the mutant world one day. She was his good luck charm, his everything. And this was his finest moment.

"Douglas. So... Where is my future bride?"

[adamdouglasjr]

Nearly breaking down into a sob, looking away from the man who held his lovers heart.

"She's... She's out shopping for something...." sneering, soured tone,"apropraite..."

Turning back to the coffee pot, Adam stared blankly into its contents.

[sebastian_shaw]

Tsking gently, moving to pat Adam on the back. 'BUck up, chap. Come on. You've merely been used by the best in the business. This is what she does. And she's damn good at it. She's fooled some of the best. Me. Magneto. Summers. How could you, a simple man, even stand a chance?"

Sighing, trying to sound sorry for the man while gloating within.

"Why don't you pour us a cuppa? Perhaps you have the grain to turn it into an Irish coffee?
"

[adamdouglasjr]

Nodding, accepting the terms that he was nothing more than a simpleton and a fool. That a mere man as he wouldn't stand a chance in Shaw's wake. That Adam Douglas, Jr, wasn't good enough for Emma Grace Frost. The man slinked off to the cabinet, getting out his ugly mottled mug and the plain white one, setting them both on their ends. Hand shaking as he took the coffee pot from its steaming platform, nearly spilling a bit on the counter.

Sniffling still, pouring the liquid into both cups, setting the pot back on the plate before scooping up the Irish liqour and pouring it into Shaws white mug.

"Sugar?"

[sebastian_shaw]

"Nono. This will be just fine, boy.'

Picking up the glass, staring at Adam before tilting it, letting the coffee slowly spill out onto the tile floor. And as the man's gaze follows the stream, he brings the mug up and back, fast and sudden, aiming for the point of Adam's chin.

[adamdouglasjr]

His brows furrowed as the coffee was poured out onto the ground. Adam's jaw hung open slightly at this. Why? It wasn't until his eyes had just began to lift when the mug met his jaw. There was nothing but the instant whoosh of motion before Adam opened his eyes to find himself on the floor and his head in more pain than he'd known in years.

He tasted pennies, head swimming, and disoriented. Adam moaned softly, whimper as he focused on just breathing and not swallowing his own tongue...

[sebastian_shaw]

Calm, cool, collected.

"Did you really think I wouldn't do a goddamn thing about you defiling my Queen?"

Smiling as he brought back his foot, aiming the toe of his pointed boots hard into Adam's side, aiming for a soft tissue hit rather than ribs.

[adamdouglasjr]

Arms instantly went up to his face, a yelp as the foot went back. Plead. Plead damn it. He could kill you. Then where would you be?

Dead.

"NO! Please!"

[sebastian_shaw]

"Please what? Not punish you for taking what wasn't yours?'

Snarling now, reaching down and grabbing Adam by his hair, yanking his head up so that Shaw could look in his eyes.

"You are nothing. A worm. She deserves a real man, a mutant, one of HER kind. NOt a pathetic wastrel like you.'

Spitting in Adam's face, shoving him back down into the cooling pool of spilt coffee.

"Stupid contemptuous fool.'

Laughing as he picked up that horrid mug, drinking deeply, insult to injury, enjoying his fallen competition's drink.

[adamdouglasjr]

"AH!"

Hands clapped over Shaw's wrists, fingers working to push in the tendons on hiw wrist to loosen his grip. Just more pain to his head. Growling as he was forced to the ground, letting himself take the beating.

This was for Emma. This was for the baby. This was for him.

Coughing as he landed, wincing. Snarling up at him, gazing to the eyes that sneered down at him. So much hurt, that face he gave to Shaw. So much pain in defeat. Then to the mug...

[sebastian_shaw]

Taking another drink, laughing as he went to upend the mug onto Adam and...

Blinking, setting down the mug. Taking a step back, another. Moving to the sink, bending over it, trying to retch. Body jumping, jolting with the dry heaves that wracked his form. Trying so hard to vomit, his gut tightening, clenching.

[adamdouglasjr]

Adam stared in horror at the man, his steps clicking across the floor, back facing him as he doubled over the kitchen sink. The mans face, though so much in pain, lost its terror and fear, flooding it with blasphemous intent. Adam groaned rising to his feet. wiping his hands together, sighing softly to rub the back of his head and his jaw. There would be bruises, there was no doubt. But it was all worth it.

Adam stepped forward to the man, letting his lean form to meld against Shaw's own, pressing his body to the mans softly. Hands glide across Shaws arms, soft and intimate. Finger touch onto the mans own, pressing them down to the counter.

Adam's face nuzzled against Shaws cheek, blood stained lips muttering softly to his victim.

"Mine..."

[sebastian_shaw]

Trying to breath, to think. This was wrong. Someting was wrong. It couldn't be. The boy.. .he couldn't have tricked him. Was suicide his intent the whole time? That Shaw would be blamed and...

Gagging, choking on his own bile even as it refused to rise. Shaking, wheezing, faintly hearing Douglas' word, the triumph in his tones.

Knees going weak, his whole body beginning to slump, curling in on itself.

[adamdouglasjr]

"Did you hear me, Shaw?"

Pressing into him, chest to his groin. Dominance. Pushing his hands harder onto Shaws own.

"Emma is mine. I won. You lost. I am her King."

Waiting as the poison took its toll to refuse life to the man beneath his heated and beaten body.

"MINE!"