Fic: Make You Feel Damn Good (2/2) American Idol
Title: Make You Feel Damn Good (2/2)
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. These are real people so they own themselves, and in this fandom they own each other.
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing/Characters: Kris/Adam, Allison, Scott, Todd (Scott’s brother), Handlers/Bodyguards (OCs), and OMC (Dustin)
Warnings: Slash, druggedKris, overprotectiveAdam, hurt/comfort, established relationship, mentions of attempted non-con
Prompt: Adam/Kris. Someone gets roofied (preferably Kris) and the other takes care of him. Sex ensues.
Summary: A night on the town turns dangerous as a stranger slips something in Kris’s drink. Will Adam be able to get to him in time?
Author’s Note: This is the last part. This one was told from Adam’s POV. I want to thank supermeklot for answering weird questions of mine and keeping me from stalling on the little details. I big THANK YOU goes to blue_icy_rose for betaing this thing and listening to all my ideas for it over YIM. Enjoy and as always let me know what you think.
Part 1 can be read here
Part 2
“C’mon Alli cat, you’ve had enough fun for tonight,” Adam groused good naturedly, slinging his arm around the younger girl’s shoulder. She glared up at him, her body leaning into his as she let him steer her through the crowd, acting like another bodyguard for her.
“Well you’re no fun, I think you’re getting old,” the teenager muttered as he led her to the entrance, her eyes sparkling with mischief to soften any blow and he grinned back at her.
“Well, some of us need our beauty sleep, those of us who like to look our best,” he bantered back easily and gave a salute to Todd and patted Scott on the shoulder as they reached them. “Hey guys, we were just heading out, where’s everyone else?” He scanned the bar, his smile turning into a small frown when he didn’t see the person he was looking for. “Where’s Kris?”
“We thought he was with you.” Todd looked confused, guiding Scott closer to him as a group of young girls barreled past them. “Matt got trashed and Danny took him back to the bus. Kris was still at the bar.” Todd’s eyes widened and Adam saw the way he gripped Scott’s arms, his knuckles whitening and the other man not even flinching as something was communicated between them. “He left with some guy with dark hair from the bar, he didn’t look so good.”
Dread filled Adam, knowing that not everyone was who they said they were, knowing there were some truly terrible people in the world and he kept a smile on his face so as not to scare Allison. “Do you know what way they went?”
“Out the back.” Todd’s mouth was set in a thin line, worry in his eyes and Scott was already moving over to Allison, his arm wrapping around her shoulders where Adam’s had been and his voice low and calm as he asked her if she had had fun.
Adam gripped Scott’s shoulder in thanks and gave Todd a slight nod as he began moving to where the back entrance was, his heart pounding loud in his chest. He knew both his and Kris’s handlers were right behind him, not having heard the conversation but rushing to keep up with him as he pushed out of the door.
His eyes scanned the darkness, his nose wrinkling in distaste as he smelled the waste from the garbage bins.
“Stop,” he heard a familiar voice mumble from the darkness to his left and Adam took off, panic in his throat as he saw the familiar brown head pressed against the side of the building, a badly dressed old man holding him there, his lips on Kris’s neck.
Adam felt sick and saw red as he moved, his dark nails digging into the guy’s skin as he ripped him off Kris and shoved him hard to the ground. Adam might be a fag but that didn't make him weak, in fact it made him storng. Strong enough that the guy hit the ground hard and rolled, blood blooming from a cut on his eye.
Those eyes widened in fear from being caught and he stumbled to his feet, fear propelling him as he took off down the alley.
Adam would have followed but he heard Kris groan and he forgot about the creep, his attention already shifting to the other man and he caught Kris before he could fall to the ground, dilated pupils looking at him in confusion.
He heard one of the handlers pursue the man and he was grateful, he didn’t want the scum to get away but he needed to look after Kris.
“Hey, Adam.” Kris smiled; his smile crooked and sweat beading his forehead. “You’re not mad, are you?” Kris’s voice was slurred and he was breathing heavily. “I don’t want you to be mad; I don’t like it when you’re mad.”
“No, baby, I’m not mad,” Adam told him softly, recognizing the fear in his own voice, the panic. “Can you tell me what you took?”
Kris’s brow furrowed and his lips slipped into a pout as he pressed himself close to Adam. “I didn’t,” he licked his lips shaking his head, “I didn’t take anything.” He burrowed his head into Adam’s chest and Adam wrapped his arms around Kris, instinctively pulling him close, his heart still pounding furiously. “I just had a beer,” Kris mumbled, his voice softened by the material of Adam’s coat, “and another beer, and I think there was something in it ‘cause I was thirsty but Matt got shot down.” Kris pulled away, his eyes fevered but it was still Kris, it was still his Kris. “I don’t feel so good, Adam.”
“Don’t worry.” Adam held him closer, pressing a kiss to Kris’s forehead. “I got you, babe, I got you.”
“Tony’s got him,” Adam’s handler told him, phone pressed to his ear. “He’s calling the police now. They’ll want to talk to Kris.”
Adam nodded, still holding Kris. “Good.” There was a darkness to his voice that wasn’t usually there and he held Kris tighter, burying his nose in the other man’s hair as he breathed him in, safe. Kris burrowed closer to him and he heard Kris sigh.
The police would need to see Kris, find out what had happened from him, and do a blood test right away. The drugs wouldn’t stay in his system for long and if Adam was right in his guess (and he was sure he was right) then Kris wouldn’t remember anything when he woke up in the morning.
Adam would be right there for all of it, he wasn’t going to leave Kris’s side, not again.
THE END
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. These are real people so they own themselves, and in this fandom they own each other.
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing/Characters: Kris/Adam, Allison, Scott, Todd (Scott’s brother), Handlers/Bodyguards (OCs), and OMC (Dustin)
Warnings: Slash, druggedKris, overprotectiveAdam, hurt/comfort, established relationship, mentions of attempted non-con
Prompt: Adam/Kris. Someone gets roofied (preferably Kris) and the other takes care of him. Sex ensues.
Summary: A night on the town turns dangerous as a stranger slips something in Kris’s drink. Will Adam be able to get to him in time?
Author’s Note: This is the last part. This one was told from Adam’s POV. I want to thank supermeklot for answering weird questions of mine and keeping me from stalling on the little details. I big THANK YOU goes to blue_icy_rose for betaing this thing and listening to all my ideas for it over YIM. Enjoy and as always let me know what you think.
Part 1 can be read here
Part 2
“C’mon Alli cat, you’ve had enough fun for tonight,” Adam groused good naturedly, slinging his arm around the younger girl’s shoulder. She glared up at him, her body leaning into his as she let him steer her through the crowd, acting like another bodyguard for her.
“Well you’re no fun, I think you’re getting old,” the teenager muttered as he led her to the entrance, her eyes sparkling with mischief to soften any blow and he grinned back at her.
“Well, some of us need our beauty sleep, those of us who like to look our best,” he bantered back easily and gave a salute to Todd and patted Scott on the shoulder as they reached them. “Hey guys, we were just heading out, where’s everyone else?” He scanned the bar, his smile turning into a small frown when he didn’t see the person he was looking for. “Where’s Kris?”
“We thought he was with you.” Todd looked confused, guiding Scott closer to him as a group of young girls barreled past them. “Matt got trashed and Danny took him back to the bus. Kris was still at the bar.” Todd’s eyes widened and Adam saw the way he gripped Scott’s arms, his knuckles whitening and the other man not even flinching as something was communicated between them. “He left with some guy with dark hair from the bar, he didn’t look so good.”
Dread filled Adam, knowing that not everyone was who they said they were, knowing there were some truly terrible people in the world and he kept a smile on his face so as not to scare Allison. “Do you know what way they went?”
“Out the back.” Todd’s mouth was set in a thin line, worry in his eyes and Scott was already moving over to Allison, his arm wrapping around her shoulders where Adam’s had been and his voice low and calm as he asked her if she had had fun.
Adam gripped Scott’s shoulder in thanks and gave Todd a slight nod as he began moving to where the back entrance was, his heart pounding loud in his chest. He knew both his and Kris’s handlers were right behind him, not having heard the conversation but rushing to keep up with him as he pushed out of the door.
His eyes scanned the darkness, his nose wrinkling in distaste as he smelled the waste from the garbage bins.
“Stop,” he heard a familiar voice mumble from the darkness to his left and Adam took off, panic in his throat as he saw the familiar brown head pressed against the side of the building, a badly dressed old man holding him there, his lips on Kris’s neck.
Adam felt sick and saw red as he moved, his dark nails digging into the guy’s skin as he ripped him off Kris and shoved him hard to the ground. Adam might be a fag but that didn't make him weak, in fact it made him storng. Strong enough that the guy hit the ground hard and rolled, blood blooming from a cut on his eye.
Those eyes widened in fear from being caught and he stumbled to his feet, fear propelling him as he took off down the alley.
Adam would have followed but he heard Kris groan and he forgot about the creep, his attention already shifting to the other man and he caught Kris before he could fall to the ground, dilated pupils looking at him in confusion.
He heard one of the handlers pursue the man and he was grateful, he didn’t want the scum to get away but he needed to look after Kris.
“Hey, Adam.” Kris smiled; his smile crooked and sweat beading his forehead. “You’re not mad, are you?” Kris’s voice was slurred and he was breathing heavily. “I don’t want you to be mad; I don’t like it when you’re mad.”
“No, baby, I’m not mad,” Adam told him softly, recognizing the fear in his own voice, the panic. “Can you tell me what you took?”
Kris’s brow furrowed and his lips slipped into a pout as he pressed himself close to Adam. “I didn’t,” he licked his lips shaking his head, “I didn’t take anything.” He burrowed his head into Adam’s chest and Adam wrapped his arms around Kris, instinctively pulling him close, his heart still pounding furiously. “I just had a beer,” Kris mumbled, his voice softened by the material of Adam’s coat, “and another beer, and I think there was something in it ‘cause I was thirsty but Matt got shot down.” Kris pulled away, his eyes fevered but it was still Kris, it was still his Kris. “I don’t feel so good, Adam.”
“Don’t worry.” Adam held him closer, pressing a kiss to Kris’s forehead. “I got you, babe, I got you.”
“Tony’s got him,” Adam’s handler told him, phone pressed to his ear. “He’s calling the police now. They’ll want to talk to Kris.”
Adam nodded, still holding Kris. “Good.” There was a darkness to his voice that wasn’t usually there and he held Kris tighter, burying his nose in the other man’s hair as he breathed him in, safe. Kris burrowed closer to him and he heard Kris sigh.
The police would need to see Kris, find out what had happened from him, and do a blood test right away. The drugs wouldn’t stay in his system for long and if Adam was right in his guess (and he was sure he was right) then Kris wouldn’t remember anything when he woke up in the morning.
Adam would be right there for all of it, he wasn’t going to leave Kris’s side, not again.
THE END