Return Engagement Chapter 9/13
Title: Return Engagement, Chapter 9/13
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Summary: Adam’s attempt to honor the past creates chaos and terror in the present
Warnings: language, angst, sex, murder off page, hauntings, supernatural possession - BEWARE OF TRIGGERS: new warnings may be added as warranted
New warning for this chapter - PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS TO ABUSE OR VIOLENCE.
Chapter 1 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6232.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6630.html#cutid1
Chapter 3 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6833.html#cutid1
Chapter 4 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7322.html#cutid1
Chapter 5 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7499.html#cutid1
Chapter 6 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8153.html#cutid1
Chapter 7 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8258.html#cutid1
Chapter 8 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8898.html#cutid1
CHAPTER NINE
The guys tried to find things to kill time as they waited to hear back from Paula and their investigative team. It wasn’t uncommon for them to wile away the hours buried deep inside each other, testing the strength of their antique bed but that part of their love life was in a holding pattern.
Adam suggested practicing their music for the show at Paula’s club; then he remembered they’d bolted in such a hurry, the music arrangements were left behind. So instead, Kris sat at the Baby Grand they had in the beach house and just played. Adam sat beside him, watching at the simple movements Kris’ fingers made, caressing music out of the keys. He rested his hand on Kris’ thigh and smiled.
“Do you want to learn a few chords?” Kris asked, bringing his fingers to a halt.
“Oh, no, I’ll just listen.”
“Why not? You’ve said many times you wished you could play. We have nothing else to do.”
Adam felt a little guilty. It was because of his hang-ups that they had ‘nothing else to do’.
“Sure, why not. Let me warn you, I’m not a quick study.”
Kris got up from his seat and Adam slid over to the center of the bench.
“Heck, I know that. I vividly recall the first time I tried to teach you to flip a pancake. I think it’s still stuck to the ceiling of your studio apartment.”
“I hope so. It was the only thing keeping the rain out.”
They chuckled and Kris showed Adam to play a simple C chord.
“You put one finger here…one finger here…and one finger here. Now press them together.”
Adam pressed the keys simultaneously and music came out.
“Hey, I did it!” His face beamed just like a little boy. “Teach me another.”
“Okay, put one finger here…one finger here…and one finger here. Now press them together.”
Adam pressed the keys and different music came out this time.
“That was a G chord.”
“I like this. I want to play a song. Teach me a song,” Adam begged.
Kris looked at Adam’s smiling face. He loved seeing Adam happy, loved making him happy. If they couldn’t be intimate for a while, he would take this.
“I’ll play the melody at this end and you press the chord when I tell you. Let’s practice. Give me a C.” Adam played a C. “Good! Now play a G.” Adam played a G. “Fantastic! You ready?”
Adam nodded enthusiastically. He was learning to play his first song!
“C” plink plink plink plink plinkplinkplink “G” plinkplinkplink “C” plink plink plink.
“C” plink plink plink plink plinkplinkplink “G” plink plink plink plink “C” plink.
“High five!”
They slapped hands and laughed long and hard. Kris hugged Adam around his shoulders and Adam placed his hands over Kris’.
“If they call for an encore after our set, you should play this.”
“Why not? ‘Mary Had A Little Lamb’ is a classic!”
They stayed in comfortable silence, Kris holding Adam, Adam leaning against Kris’ chest. Adam rubbed Kris’ hands and Kris moved his head down to Adam’s shoulder, their heads side by side.
“This is nice,” Kris sighed, enjoying the sensation of Adam in his arms.
Adam didn’t answer but his hand traveled up Kris’ arm, stroking. Kris nuzzled his neck, kissing Adam on the neck and nibbling his ear.
Adam abruptly let go. Kris followed his cue. Pulling back, Kris saw the small wound on Adam’s earlobe where he had been bitten hard the other night.
“Why don’t we check our emails and see if Paula’s had any luck,” Kris suggested, letting go of Adam and heading to the door.
He stopped and waited for his husband. Adam hung his head for a moment, rubbed his ear, then joined Kris. They walked hand in hand to the living room and Adam’s laptop.
There was a message in the inbox.
‘Sorry it took so long guys. Paperwork buried under layers of construction material in the manager’s office. I scanned the info, hope it helps. Take care. Love Paula.’
They printed off the four page document and found their answer right at the top of page one.
“The builder of the property and the owner of the Gaslight Cabaret was….Bobby Fontaine,” Adam read aloud.
Kris shuddered. Adam wrapped an arm around his waist and nudged him closer.
“Bobby Fontaine. That’s the bastard. Does it say anything else?” Kris asked.
“There’s lots of technical stuff here about building specs and licenses but…here, it says he owned and operated the cabaret from 1930 to 1945.”
“What happened in 1945?”
“He died.”
“Does it say anything about Audra? What her connection to him is?”
Adam perused the small print, checking all the pages.
“Damn.”
“Adam? Did you find something?”
“No, it’s what I didn’t find.”
“Huh?”
“Sorry, there’s no mention of Audra. I was hoping there was a picture of him.”
“Why? I’d think that was the last thing you’d want, to see the face of your…”
“Rapist.”
“Yeah.”
“I want a face in my head that’s not yours when I remember it.”
--*--
When the paranormal investigators called in, it was mixed news.
There initial survey of the house proved negative. If there was any ghostly activity, they couldn’t detect it. They checked every room in the house, every used and unused nook and cranny. However, when they investigated the security tapes - that was a different story. They thought it was best to show Kris and Adam what they found in person. They would be over that night.
“Are you scared?” Adam asked, sitting in the deck chair, nursing a double martini.
“Scared, nervous, anxious, apprehensive….”
“I get the idea Noah Webster.”
Kris drank his beer quickly and headed into the kitchen for another. Adam had all those feelings and much more running through his head. They were getting closer to their answers and he wanted to get rid of this demon for good and crawl up under his deck chair and hide in the same instant. He took another sip and setting the glass down, missed the arm of the chair, vodka spilling all over his shirt.
“Ah, shit!”
Kris rushed out.
“What’s going on?”
Adam was on his feet, removing his shirt.
“My attention got away from me.”
Kris spied Adam’s newest accessory.
“What’s this? It’s beautiful.”
Kris stepped up to Adam, cupping the pendant in his hand.
“Found it in our driveway the other day.”
“Who’s it belong to?”
“No clue. I decided we better hold on to it till the owner shows up.”
“Your mom’s.”
“Nope, she’s not a diamond diva.”
“Mrs. Willowby’s ?”
“No, she’s more into pearls.”
“Why not keep it in our safe. It looks expensive.”
“It’s okay where it is. At the time, I didn’t have any pockets and just put it on.” He closed his hand around the pendant and Kris’ hand. “Sounds silly but it reminds me of home, you know…”
The knock at the door interrupted them. They once again let go of each other and ushered them in.
After a quick review of what came up when they surveyed the property, they hooked up their CD player to the guys TV and explained the images.
The pictures were in black and white and silent. The images were a little grainy but they had no problem making out the story as it replayed.
The first image of their unexpected guests was from the day Adam, Hannah and Joshua came back from the club, the day Hannah had wandered off. Behind the family, as they entered the foyer, were two clusters of orbs. One cluster was light and the orbs almost danced around. The other cluster was dark and static, slowly bumping against each other.
“Are you two okay?” the investigator asked.
Adam and Kris held hands, their bodies pressed side by side. Their faces had gone deathly pale.
“Keep, keep going,” Kris whispered hoarsely.
Nearly every image of the family together included the mystery guests. Two particularly unsettling images showed Hannah and Joshie playing with the white spirit. The dark spirit lurked in the corners.
“If you’ll notice,” the investigator pointed out, “the white spirit is usually around the children and Mr. Allen. The dark spirit is usually around…”
“…me,” Adam concluded.
“Ah, but there’s an exception, a very interesting exception.”
Kris and Adam didn’t like how this guy seemed to find this fun. Would he think it was fun to have HIS children playing with ghosts or being sexually chased by them?
The next series of scenes made Kris’ blood run cold. Adam wrapped an arm around him.
Kris was seen sitting in the kitchen, at the table, eating cookies. The dark spirit stood beside him then flowed over the chair and disappeared into Kris’ body. They watched Kris’ possessed body stand up and walk out of the frame. A black haze surrounded him.
The next frame showed Kris/Bobby running up the stairs and then the following picture showed him walking down the main upstairs hallway and into their bedroom. They did have security cameras in the bedroom but kept them shut off - they were only turned on when they were entertaining large crowds, making sure no one snuck into their rooms. Kris and Adam didn’t need a picture to show them what happened next.
“So, you’re telling us basically that whatever those - things - are, are no longer in our home. They’re gone,” Adam stated coldly.
“I’m telling you our initial investigation came up negative. With your permission, we’d like to keep our cameras going for several more days, try some other frequencies. If we detect nothing by the end of the week, I would safely say they are gone.”
--*--
Audra and Bobby sat on the deck, trying to get as far away from the ghost busters as they could within their confines.
“They’re getting closer,” Audra laughed excitedly. “Soon, I’ll be able to go home.”
“Don’t count on it Kitten. See how my little possession went? He won’t be willing after that.”
“Stop calling me Kitten. He’ll agree, I know he will. He has to know I mean him no harm, I just need his help.”
“Good luck with that Kitten,” he spat, fury in his voice.
“Stop calling me that. I hate it. I always hated it!”
Bobby was beside her. He ran his hand down her back.
“You never seemed to mind.”
“I didn’t dare tell you! I didn’t dare tell you anything! You made it perfectly clear you liked me submissive and quiet.”
“But I made you purr…sometimes.”
Audra looked away from him, shame on her face.
“Maybe at first, when I thought you loved me. Then, you started controlling my life, my body, and I despised you; I still despise you.”
“Then isn’t fate a cruel bitch, sticking us together like this.”
He looked through the sliding door, his eyes transfixed on Adam. Bobby watched Adam shiver.
“If you’d just minded your own business and let me have him, I would be gone. That was the deal I made and you ruined it for me.”
“If it was between me and Adam, I’d rather have to deal with you myself. Do you seriously think I would have stood by and watched you rape him, turning him into…”
“You?”
Audra turned away, settling on the far side of the deck, as far as she could get from Bobby.
Bobby continued watching Adam. He saw him pull out the necklace he wore around his neck and rub the pendant.
“Well, well, well,” Bobby chuckled, taking a long drag on his cigar. “The fun’s not over yet. Adam Lambert, welcome to Audra Landon’s nightmare.”
--*--
Kris was thrilled when Adam said he wanted to sleep in the same bed that night. His excitement was dampened a little when Adam came out and said he didn’t want to have sex, just companionship. The bed was king sized, plenty of room for them both without invading each other’s space.
Adam fell asleep quickly. Kris, on the other hand, kept looking at himself, looking for that dark haze. He couldn’t see it. But that didn’t mean anything. He felt like himself, acted like himself. He needed to keep busy, do something productive.
He pulled out his laptop and googled ‘Bobby Fontaine’ and ‘Gaslight Cabaret’, looking for as much information as he could. He narrowed his search by adding ‘Audra’ to the mix. It would be so much easier if they had her last name.
He read through the search results and then his screen went black. What the fuck! Did he catch a virus? He retrieved Adam’s laptop and started the search again. Once more, the search results came up and the screen went black. Maybe their provider was having troubles. He’d try again in the morning. If it was something else, they’d have to do research the old fashioned way - a lot of footwork and filing systems.
--*--
Adam lay quietly on his stomach, arms tucked under this chest. He was still and meek. Two strong arms on either side braced the large body above his as a hot, alcohol laden mouth slowly kissed down his spin. He held his breath, trying not to react. The kisses were light, almost playful. The mouth stopped at his waist where a satin sheet impeded their progress.
“You’ve been such a good kitten this afternoon, I think I’ll give you a prize.”
The sheet was yanked off, revealing his naked ass, and the mouth bit him on one cheek, then the other. He could feel breath traveling up his crack and then the mouth was there, licking and diving in. Adam clenched his fists, burying his head in the pillow. He didn’t dare make a noise - making a noise always brought consequences. Bobby liked him silent.
When Bobby was finished, Adam felt a hard slap on his ass and then the mattress shifted to one side as his lover got up.
“I’d love an encore Kitten but I have to get to the club. Nothing gets done if I’m not around, cracking the whip.” He paused then guffawed loudly. “Well, that gives me an idea.” He turned to Adam, rubbing his ass. “I’ll bring a prop next time. Won’t that be fun?”
“Yes, yes, anything you say.”
Adam turned his head so he could watch the man he belonged to get dressed in his tux. Looking at him, no one could guess what a sadist Bobby was in bed. Adam had been with him for a few years, always looking for a way out, and now he had one…if he were allowed to take it.
“Everyone’s going to love your performance tonight Kitten; that song is perfect for you.”
“Thank you….I, I need to tell you something.”
Bobby Fontaine was slipping on his cuff links and tying his bow tie.
“Anything for you Kitten, just ask.”
What I lie! HE never did anything for ME except when it meant HE got what HE wanted.
“I’ve been offered a wonderful singing job in New York City. It’s the type of job I’ve always dreamed of.”
He was fixing his hair.
“That’s marvelous Kitten. That kind of singing engagement doesn’t come around often.” He put a rose in his lapel. “I hope you thanked them for the offer when you turned them down.”
“I, I said yes.”
Adam froze as Bobby slowly turned around and glared at him. He was smiling but he was not happy, not happy at all.
“I’m sorry, I must have misunderstood. Did you tell me you said yes?”
Adam turned over and scrambled up to the top of the bed, drawing the sheet over himself.
“The job, it, it starts in a week. I’m leaving tonight after the show.”
Bobby walked purposely over to the bed and sat down, his hand on Adam’s thigh.
“You will send them a telegram apologizing and telling them you can not possibly take the job.”
“But I want the job.”
“You have a job.” His hand moved up Adam’s torso, fondling his breast. “Your job is singing at my club…and being my whore.” He squeezed, making Adam yelp.
“You were nothing until I found you, just a pathetic child with a tiny amount of talent that I made into a star.”
A large hand moved to Adam throat.
“It would be a big mistake on your part to leave me.”
Bobby’s hand quickly closed in and grasped Adam’s neck, squeezing. Adam’s grabbed at Bobby’s hand, trying to pry it off, the other hand still on his breast.
“No one ever leaves me Kitten. When I tire, I get rid of them.”
Adam’s face grew hot, his breath cut off. He stared towards the ceiling, the ceiling covered with mirrors. He looked up, seeing the bed, Bobby with his hand gripping his neck and Adam saw himself, a naked woman at this monster’s mercy. His long black hair fanned out around his head and his ice blue eyes stared unblinking.
“Are you going to be a good girl Audra?”
--*--
Kris heard the gurgling noises first. He lowered the book he had substituted for the computer and looked to the bed. Adam was on his back, hands at his throat.
“Adam, what’s wrong?”
The light in the room was dim and Kris rushed over. Adam’s face was deep red and his eyes bulged. He was trying to talk but only gurgles and strangling noises emerged. Kris pulled Adam’s hands away but it didn’t stop.
Adam grabbed handfuls of Kris’ shirt and pulled himself up, utter terror in his face. He tried taking again - more stomach churning noises came from his twisted lips.
Kris took his shoulders, holding him upright.
“BREATH, ADAM, BREATH!!!!”
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Summary: Adam’s attempt to honor the past creates chaos and terror in the present
Warnings: language, angst, sex, murder off page, hauntings, supernatural possession - BEWARE OF TRIGGERS: new warnings may be added as warranted
New warning for this chapter - PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS TO ABUSE OR VIOLENCE.
Chapter 1 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6232.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6630.html#cutid1
Chapter 3 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6833.html#cutid1
Chapter 4 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7322.html#cutid1
Chapter 5 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7499.html#cutid1
Chapter 6 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8153.html#cutid1
Chapter 7 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8258.html#cutid1
Chapter 8 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8898.html#cutid1
CHAPTER NINE
The guys tried to find things to kill time as they waited to hear back from Paula and their investigative team. It wasn’t uncommon for them to wile away the hours buried deep inside each other, testing the strength of their antique bed but that part of their love life was in a holding pattern.
Adam suggested practicing their music for the show at Paula’s club; then he remembered they’d bolted in such a hurry, the music arrangements were left behind. So instead, Kris sat at the Baby Grand they had in the beach house and just played. Adam sat beside him, watching at the simple movements Kris’ fingers made, caressing music out of the keys. He rested his hand on Kris’ thigh and smiled.
“Do you want to learn a few chords?” Kris asked, bringing his fingers to a halt.
“Oh, no, I’ll just listen.”
“Why not? You’ve said many times you wished you could play. We have nothing else to do.”
Adam felt a little guilty. It was because of his hang-ups that they had ‘nothing else to do’.
“Sure, why not. Let me warn you, I’m not a quick study.”
Kris got up from his seat and Adam slid over to the center of the bench.
“Heck, I know that. I vividly recall the first time I tried to teach you to flip a pancake. I think it’s still stuck to the ceiling of your studio apartment.”
“I hope so. It was the only thing keeping the rain out.”
They chuckled and Kris showed Adam to play a simple C chord.
“You put one finger here…one finger here…and one finger here. Now press them together.”
Adam pressed the keys simultaneously and music came out.
“Hey, I did it!” His face beamed just like a little boy. “Teach me another.”
“Okay, put one finger here…one finger here…and one finger here. Now press them together.”
Adam pressed the keys and different music came out this time.
“That was a G chord.”
“I like this. I want to play a song. Teach me a song,” Adam begged.
Kris looked at Adam’s smiling face. He loved seeing Adam happy, loved making him happy. If they couldn’t be intimate for a while, he would take this.
“I’ll play the melody at this end and you press the chord when I tell you. Let’s practice. Give me a C.” Adam played a C. “Good! Now play a G.” Adam played a G. “Fantastic! You ready?”
Adam nodded enthusiastically. He was learning to play his first song!
“C” plink plink plink plink plinkplinkplink “G” plinkplinkplink “C” plink plink plink.
“C” plink plink plink plink plinkplinkplink “G” plink plink plink plink “C” plink.
“High five!”
They slapped hands and laughed long and hard. Kris hugged Adam around his shoulders and Adam placed his hands over Kris’.
“If they call for an encore after our set, you should play this.”
“Why not? ‘Mary Had A Little Lamb’ is a classic!”
They stayed in comfortable silence, Kris holding Adam, Adam leaning against Kris’ chest. Adam rubbed Kris’ hands and Kris moved his head down to Adam’s shoulder, their heads side by side.
“This is nice,” Kris sighed, enjoying the sensation of Adam in his arms.
Adam didn’t answer but his hand traveled up Kris’ arm, stroking. Kris nuzzled his neck, kissing Adam on the neck and nibbling his ear.
Adam abruptly let go. Kris followed his cue. Pulling back, Kris saw the small wound on Adam’s earlobe where he had been bitten hard the other night.
“Why don’t we check our emails and see if Paula’s had any luck,” Kris suggested, letting go of Adam and heading to the door.
He stopped and waited for his husband. Adam hung his head for a moment, rubbed his ear, then joined Kris. They walked hand in hand to the living room and Adam’s laptop.
There was a message in the inbox.
‘Sorry it took so long guys. Paperwork buried under layers of construction material in the manager’s office. I scanned the info, hope it helps. Take care. Love Paula.’
They printed off the four page document and found their answer right at the top of page one.
“The builder of the property and the owner of the Gaslight Cabaret was….Bobby Fontaine,” Adam read aloud.
Kris shuddered. Adam wrapped an arm around his waist and nudged him closer.
“Bobby Fontaine. That’s the bastard. Does it say anything else?” Kris asked.
“There’s lots of technical stuff here about building specs and licenses but…here, it says he owned and operated the cabaret from 1930 to 1945.”
“What happened in 1945?”
“He died.”
“Does it say anything about Audra? What her connection to him is?”
Adam perused the small print, checking all the pages.
“Damn.”
“Adam? Did you find something?”
“No, it’s what I didn’t find.”
“Huh?”
“Sorry, there’s no mention of Audra. I was hoping there was a picture of him.”
“Why? I’d think that was the last thing you’d want, to see the face of your…”
“Rapist.”
“Yeah.”
“I want a face in my head that’s not yours when I remember it.”
--*--
When the paranormal investigators called in, it was mixed news.
There initial survey of the house proved negative. If there was any ghostly activity, they couldn’t detect it. They checked every room in the house, every used and unused nook and cranny. However, when they investigated the security tapes - that was a different story. They thought it was best to show Kris and Adam what they found in person. They would be over that night.
“Are you scared?” Adam asked, sitting in the deck chair, nursing a double martini.
“Scared, nervous, anxious, apprehensive….”
“I get the idea Noah Webster.”
Kris drank his beer quickly and headed into the kitchen for another. Adam had all those feelings and much more running through his head. They were getting closer to their answers and he wanted to get rid of this demon for good and crawl up under his deck chair and hide in the same instant. He took another sip and setting the glass down, missed the arm of the chair, vodka spilling all over his shirt.
“Ah, shit!”
Kris rushed out.
“What’s going on?”
Adam was on his feet, removing his shirt.
“My attention got away from me.”
Kris spied Adam’s newest accessory.
“What’s this? It’s beautiful.”
Kris stepped up to Adam, cupping the pendant in his hand.
“Found it in our driveway the other day.”
“Who’s it belong to?”
“No clue. I decided we better hold on to it till the owner shows up.”
“Your mom’s.”
“Nope, she’s not a diamond diva.”
“Mrs. Willowby’s ?”
“No, she’s more into pearls.”
“Why not keep it in our safe. It looks expensive.”
“It’s okay where it is. At the time, I didn’t have any pockets and just put it on.” He closed his hand around the pendant and Kris’ hand. “Sounds silly but it reminds me of home, you know…”
The knock at the door interrupted them. They once again let go of each other and ushered them in.
After a quick review of what came up when they surveyed the property, they hooked up their CD player to the guys TV and explained the images.
The pictures were in black and white and silent. The images were a little grainy but they had no problem making out the story as it replayed.
The first image of their unexpected guests was from the day Adam, Hannah and Joshua came back from the club, the day Hannah had wandered off. Behind the family, as they entered the foyer, were two clusters of orbs. One cluster was light and the orbs almost danced around. The other cluster was dark and static, slowly bumping against each other.
“Are you two okay?” the investigator asked.
Adam and Kris held hands, their bodies pressed side by side. Their faces had gone deathly pale.
“Keep, keep going,” Kris whispered hoarsely.
Nearly every image of the family together included the mystery guests. Two particularly unsettling images showed Hannah and Joshie playing with the white spirit. The dark spirit lurked in the corners.
“If you’ll notice,” the investigator pointed out, “the white spirit is usually around the children and Mr. Allen. The dark spirit is usually around…”
“…me,” Adam concluded.
“Ah, but there’s an exception, a very interesting exception.”
Kris and Adam didn’t like how this guy seemed to find this fun. Would he think it was fun to have HIS children playing with ghosts or being sexually chased by them?
The next series of scenes made Kris’ blood run cold. Adam wrapped an arm around him.
Kris was seen sitting in the kitchen, at the table, eating cookies. The dark spirit stood beside him then flowed over the chair and disappeared into Kris’ body. They watched Kris’ possessed body stand up and walk out of the frame. A black haze surrounded him.
The next frame showed Kris/Bobby running up the stairs and then the following picture showed him walking down the main upstairs hallway and into their bedroom. They did have security cameras in the bedroom but kept them shut off - they were only turned on when they were entertaining large crowds, making sure no one snuck into their rooms. Kris and Adam didn’t need a picture to show them what happened next.
“So, you’re telling us basically that whatever those - things - are, are no longer in our home. They’re gone,” Adam stated coldly.
“I’m telling you our initial investigation came up negative. With your permission, we’d like to keep our cameras going for several more days, try some other frequencies. If we detect nothing by the end of the week, I would safely say they are gone.”
--*--
Audra and Bobby sat on the deck, trying to get as far away from the ghost busters as they could within their confines.
“They’re getting closer,” Audra laughed excitedly. “Soon, I’ll be able to go home.”
“Don’t count on it Kitten. See how my little possession went? He won’t be willing after that.”
“Stop calling me Kitten. He’ll agree, I know he will. He has to know I mean him no harm, I just need his help.”
“Good luck with that Kitten,” he spat, fury in his voice.
“Stop calling me that. I hate it. I always hated it!”
Bobby was beside her. He ran his hand down her back.
“You never seemed to mind.”
“I didn’t dare tell you! I didn’t dare tell you anything! You made it perfectly clear you liked me submissive and quiet.”
“But I made you purr…sometimes.”
Audra looked away from him, shame on her face.
“Maybe at first, when I thought you loved me. Then, you started controlling my life, my body, and I despised you; I still despise you.”
“Then isn’t fate a cruel bitch, sticking us together like this.”
He looked through the sliding door, his eyes transfixed on Adam. Bobby watched Adam shiver.
“If you’d just minded your own business and let me have him, I would be gone. That was the deal I made and you ruined it for me.”
“If it was between me and Adam, I’d rather have to deal with you myself. Do you seriously think I would have stood by and watched you rape him, turning him into…”
“You?”
Audra turned away, settling on the far side of the deck, as far as she could get from Bobby.
Bobby continued watching Adam. He saw him pull out the necklace he wore around his neck and rub the pendant.
“Well, well, well,” Bobby chuckled, taking a long drag on his cigar. “The fun’s not over yet. Adam Lambert, welcome to Audra Landon’s nightmare.”
--*--
Kris was thrilled when Adam said he wanted to sleep in the same bed that night. His excitement was dampened a little when Adam came out and said he didn’t want to have sex, just companionship. The bed was king sized, plenty of room for them both without invading each other’s space.
Adam fell asleep quickly. Kris, on the other hand, kept looking at himself, looking for that dark haze. He couldn’t see it. But that didn’t mean anything. He felt like himself, acted like himself. He needed to keep busy, do something productive.
He pulled out his laptop and googled ‘Bobby Fontaine’ and ‘Gaslight Cabaret’, looking for as much information as he could. He narrowed his search by adding ‘Audra’ to the mix. It would be so much easier if they had her last name.
He read through the search results and then his screen went black. What the fuck! Did he catch a virus? He retrieved Adam’s laptop and started the search again. Once more, the search results came up and the screen went black. Maybe their provider was having troubles. He’d try again in the morning. If it was something else, they’d have to do research the old fashioned way - a lot of footwork and filing systems.
--*--
Adam lay quietly on his stomach, arms tucked under this chest. He was still and meek. Two strong arms on either side braced the large body above his as a hot, alcohol laden mouth slowly kissed down his spin. He held his breath, trying not to react. The kisses were light, almost playful. The mouth stopped at his waist where a satin sheet impeded their progress.
“You’ve been such a good kitten this afternoon, I think I’ll give you a prize.”
The sheet was yanked off, revealing his naked ass, and the mouth bit him on one cheek, then the other. He could feel breath traveling up his crack and then the mouth was there, licking and diving in. Adam clenched his fists, burying his head in the pillow. He didn’t dare make a noise - making a noise always brought consequences. Bobby liked him silent.
When Bobby was finished, Adam felt a hard slap on his ass and then the mattress shifted to one side as his lover got up.
“I’d love an encore Kitten but I have to get to the club. Nothing gets done if I’m not around, cracking the whip.” He paused then guffawed loudly. “Well, that gives me an idea.” He turned to Adam, rubbing his ass. “I’ll bring a prop next time. Won’t that be fun?”
“Yes, yes, anything you say.”
Adam turned his head so he could watch the man he belonged to get dressed in his tux. Looking at him, no one could guess what a sadist Bobby was in bed. Adam had been with him for a few years, always looking for a way out, and now he had one…if he were allowed to take it.
“Everyone’s going to love your performance tonight Kitten; that song is perfect for you.”
“Thank you….I, I need to tell you something.”
Bobby Fontaine was slipping on his cuff links and tying his bow tie.
“Anything for you Kitten, just ask.”
What I lie! HE never did anything for ME except when it meant HE got what HE wanted.
“I’ve been offered a wonderful singing job in New York City. It’s the type of job I’ve always dreamed of.”
He was fixing his hair.
“That’s marvelous Kitten. That kind of singing engagement doesn’t come around often.” He put a rose in his lapel. “I hope you thanked them for the offer when you turned them down.”
“I, I said yes.”
Adam froze as Bobby slowly turned around and glared at him. He was smiling but he was not happy, not happy at all.
“I’m sorry, I must have misunderstood. Did you tell me you said yes?”
Adam turned over and scrambled up to the top of the bed, drawing the sheet over himself.
“The job, it, it starts in a week. I’m leaving tonight after the show.”
Bobby walked purposely over to the bed and sat down, his hand on Adam’s thigh.
“You will send them a telegram apologizing and telling them you can not possibly take the job.”
“But I want the job.”
“You have a job.” His hand moved up Adam’s torso, fondling his breast. “Your job is singing at my club…and being my whore.” He squeezed, making Adam yelp.
“You were nothing until I found you, just a pathetic child with a tiny amount of talent that I made into a star.”
A large hand moved to Adam throat.
“It would be a big mistake on your part to leave me.”
Bobby’s hand quickly closed in and grasped Adam’s neck, squeezing. Adam’s grabbed at Bobby’s hand, trying to pry it off, the other hand still on his breast.
“No one ever leaves me Kitten. When I tire, I get rid of them.”
Adam’s face grew hot, his breath cut off. He stared towards the ceiling, the ceiling covered with mirrors. He looked up, seeing the bed, Bobby with his hand gripping his neck and Adam saw himself, a naked woman at this monster’s mercy. His long black hair fanned out around his head and his ice blue eyes stared unblinking.
“Are you going to be a good girl Audra?”
--*--
Kris heard the gurgling noises first. He lowered the book he had substituted for the computer and looked to the bed. Adam was on his back, hands at his throat.
“Adam, what’s wrong?”
The light in the room was dim and Kris rushed over. Adam’s face was deep red and his eyes bulged. He was trying to talk but only gurgles and strangling noises emerged. Kris pulled Adam’s hands away but it didn’t stop.
Adam grabbed handfuls of Kris’ shirt and pulled himself up, utter terror in his face. He tried taking again - more stomach churning noises came from his twisted lips.
Kris took his shoulders, holding him upright.
“BREATH, ADAM, BREATH!!!!”