Ignorance In Pieces (10/?)
Title: Ignorance In Pieces (10/?)
Author: adamissexable
Pairing: Kradam and Kradison friendship
Rating: Overall - pretty solid NC 17
Summary: During Tour. Kris is trying to get over his failure of a marriage and sort out his newfound 'feelings' for his best friend. Adam catches Kris in a compromising position - angst, sexytimes, and laughter ensue.
Disclaimer - I own the forms of the beautiful people in my mind, but unfortunately not in real life. They are their own.
WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS of any sort. Abuse, violence, etc. I repeat, DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS.
Other Parts: http://adamissexable.livejournal.com/2431.html
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He then looked to his right and what he saw there stunned him - he felt his jaw pop open, a numb, uncomfortable, tingling feeling spread through his body like wildfire. He gripped onto the curtain reflexively - almost tearing it down in the process - as the sight he saw ahead of him caused his knees to buckle. Willing the tiny bubbles of air in his throat to form something coherent, he choked the word out and felt more than heard it rip through his entire body.
“Alli.”
There was a familiar young, fiery-headed girl pressed up against the wall - who suddenly wasn’t giggling anymore. Her legs were spread wide and the guy Adam had seen Allison with earlier had one knee pressed into her crotch and the other wrapping around her thigh. They were kissing fiercely, tongues visibly tangling and licking and Adam wanted to look away, but he couldn’t because something was wrong - something was completely wrong. Although obviously there wasn’t anything wrong, because she was moaning into the kisses and the guy’s hands were now trailing from her hips to her ass, fitting them firmly into the back pockets of her extremely short daisy dukes. Then Allison was hitching her right leg around his thigh, and moving her own free hand down to his crotch.
Adam moved a numb hand across his stomach, he felt empty, like the wind had just been knocked out of him, but he also wanted vomit. Because something was not right, something bad was about to happen and he couldn’t figure out what, he just knew.
Their lips disengaged as the guy’s tongue flicked across Allison’s earlobe, before kissing and sucking and licking his way down her neck. The red corset top she’d somehow managed to wear off of the tour bus gave the creep easy access to her very apparent cleavage. Allison whimpered when the guy dragged his hand back to her stomach and dipped it into her pants. She threw her head back against the wall, eyes closed, while the man sucked and licked and bit at her neck, her chest. Her hips were moving into the man’s hand and she was mouthing soundless things.
Adam almost dry heaved; something was tugging at the strings in his heart. His head was spinning and he felt like he might pass out; he wanted to yell for her to stop, but he wasn’t even sure why she would listen to him. He needed to leave.
Adam turned around and walked towards the emergency exit, feeling a complete failure, until he heard Allison cry out. The sound wasn’t from pleasure. He whipped around, focusing in on the situation. The guy had pulled his dick out and was trying to unbutton her pants. Allison was fidgeting uncomfortably and whisper shouting at him, “No” and “Drew stop” and “Please.” The man named Drew reached his hand up to cover her mouth, stifling her already muffled words completely.
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Allison turned her head and a steady stream of tears rolled down her face when she noticed Adam standing there. He wasn’t moving, and you’d have thought he had just been informed of his mother’s death with the look in his eyes. Allison bit at Drew’s hand, her screams just being forced back into her throat and then she was pleading at Adam, trying to force words out against the palm pressed against her mouth. She could have sworn the entire world was moving in slow motion as Adam continued to stare, while Drew slipped her shorts down to her ankles.
Her last bit of hope completely shattered, Allison turned away from Adam. She picked her head up and stared at the ceiling as Drew’s hand worked their way into her underwear - moving them down roughly.
Allison heard a gasp she wasn’t sure was her own and her eyes were drawn back to Adam. His expression finally came back to reality and he was striding long strides towards her, his blazing eyes on Drew who still had her pinned against the wall half-dressed.
Before she even got the chance to cry out she was sliding down the wall, completely unaware as to how there was no longer a hand at her throat. Air scorched its way down her throat, as she shook so hard her teeth clicked against each other. Her stomach rolled and she quickly moved onto all fours, puking the three shots of vodka she’d consumed earlier onto the floor before looking back up at Adam who had Drew by the throat up against the opposite wall.
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Adam grabbed the guy by the jacket collar and damn near choked him trying to wrench him off of her. He couldn’t look at Allison because if he did he might just break into a million pieces, so instead he concentrated on beating the shit out of this man that was now suspended in the air against the wall - his face red from the lack of circulation due to Adam’s large hand clutched at his throat.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing,” Adam spat venomously at the man, tightening his grip even further against his throat, black tipped nails digging in to his flesh - smiling inwardly when he felt the pulse against his fingers quicken.
Drew choked out a response, his face scarlet, veins straining and eyes darting around sporadically - looking for some form of help that would never appear, “Come on man, we were just messing around. Lay off.”
Adam gripped the man’s throat tighter and Allison was suddenly concerned about Adam killing him, when he laughed maniacally. “Wrong. Fucking. Answer.” Adam latched onto Drew’s jacket with his free hand before throwing him as far across the room as he could - right into a wall. Adam was so blinded by a thousand different kinds of rage he didn’t even notice that Drew had cracked his head fairly hard - a new indentation in the wall oozing dark liquid.
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“Adam, stop! It’s okay, I’m fine, just please stop, Adam. You’re going to kill him,” Allison was crying broken sobs, fat tears rolling down her cheeks, but he wasn’t turning around. She had to get help, he was going to kill Drew. She pulled her phone out of the back pocket of her shorts and pressed speed dial 3 before sliding them awkwardly back on.
Allison watched Adam pick a half-conscious Drew by his arms and drag him backwards towards the emergency exit, her phone ringing agonizingly slow. She cried with relief when she heard Kris’s voice on the other end of the line before Allison realized Adam and Drew were gone - the emergency exit swinging shut in their wake.
She rose to her feet quickly and headed for the doorway as she cried into the phone, “Get your ass back here. To the private rooms. Just get the fuck back here Kris.” She hadn’t even heard any of his responses as she shoved the door open again, stumbling down a small set of concrete stairs in the process. Allison steadied herself before taking in her surroundings. She was now standing out in the cool night air and watching helplessly as Adam peeled off his jacket and threw it towards where she was standing. Drew was getting to his feet slowly, almost falling over sideways before Adam was right in front of him, fists clenched and muscles taut.
Allison saw Drew slip his hand into his pocket and pull out something silver, a switchblade. She choked out something in between a strangled gasp and sob, but neither of the men paid her any notice. Adam had perked up noticeably when he caught the glint of the weapon, but didn’t pay any attention to that either - as he threw himself at Drew knocking him back onto the ground. Allison heard Adam cry out, and her heart caught in her throat, contemplating on whether or not to run for help. She decided against it, hoping that the others were on their way as she continued to watch the struggle play out.
Drew was now on top of Adam and she almost gagged when she watched Drew draw the knife across Adam’s cheek swiftly. A dark liquid oozed from the cut onto the pavement, before Adam had Drew’s wrist - the hand with the blade - and was throwing Drew off of him, switching their positions as Adam crawled on top, his fists connecting with Drew’s face repeatedly. Allison winced as Adam’s right arm reared back before plunging forward and connecting with Drew’s ribs. Drew let out one cry of agony before Adam’s left hand made contact with his airway and his cries were cut off.
Adam slowly rose off of Drew, landing one swift kick into his side, and bent over to rip the blade out of his hand. Allison stood horrified as Adam ran his finger over the blade, just staring at it as Drew sprawled out on the ground - his form lifeless.
Adam’s eyes were blazing, the cruel fire behind them so intimidating she wanted to run. She’d never seen him like this. His mesh shirt was ripped at the stomach, arms lying at his sides, his muscles contracting with every inhale and exhale. A steady stream of blood dripped from his hands, the sound of it hitting the concrete being the only noise besides her own heartbeat. Allison’s hand flew to her mouth as she studied him even closer.
The one eye she could see clearly was smothered in several dark colors and he should have looked comical with the glitter covering his body, but as blood continued to fall from his face and his hands, the two just combined - creating some kind of sparkling, dark red alien liquid. It glinted against the dim street lights when his muscles flexed, and it rolled when he exhaled heavily. She swore he had grown a foot taller as he crouched down on one leg, reaching his hand out to run it across the man’s bleeding lip before looking at it briefly, then wiping it on the pavement next to him.
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Adam, on the other hand, had blacked out long ago. He didn’t feel the cool air surrounding him, nor the fact that his knuckles were throbbing and the right side of his face was scorching. He didn’t taste the blood he was sure was his own. So when he kneeled down next to the man, not even checking to see if he was alive, just checking to see if he was bleeding, he felt nothing when he reared his fist back and landed a blow right to his stomach. The man’s eyes flew open whether out of the body’s natural response or actual awareness he didn’t know, or care. Upon hearing the scream of the man as his fist connected with bone again, Adam was sure he was fully conscious and now he was going to enjoy this so much more.
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