Look what Adam made me do.
So it begins.
Title: Narcissus
Pairing: Adam/Sark (Heroes/Alias crossover)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: His eyes fluttered closed as he felt their nerve endings spark against each other and he deepened the kiss, savoring his own taste on another man’s mouth.
AN: No spoiers for anything, really.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection glittering in a river, or so the myth goes. He spent day and night, drought and flood gazing at himself, heart brimming with wonder and adoration at the same image he’d beheld hundreds of times before, yet now, seeing it outside of himself, it possessed an allure impossible to resist. Narcissus drowned in himself, forfeiting his life in the shadow of a fantasy that could never be fulfilled.
Adam wasn’t so unlucky. He needed no stream or looking glass, for he saw himself, living flesh lying naked on a bed, face and body identical to his own in every detail, save for a few scars, but that could hardly be helped. He’d discovered him in a bar, of all places, yet the instant he saw him, he knew he wasn’t a vision concocted by some drunken reverie. Sark, for that was this man’s name, was real, barely 24 years old, and all his. Adam climbed atop him, pressing into his warmth, and brushed their lips together, a gentle caress. His eyes fluttered closed as he felt their nerve endings spark against each other and he deepened the kiss, savoring his own taste on another man’s mouth. Sark licked his bottom lip, tongue hesitant, and Adam sucked it in, hands tightening on Sark’s shoulders. Eyes the same cerulean hue as his own gazed at him as he drew back, brow wrinkled in a flustered frown, yet if Sark’s desire didn’t quite match his own, it would soon enough. He lowered his head, kissing from the base of Sark’s neck down to his waist. Sark’s heart pumped wildly under his lips, the quick drumming as intimate as his own. When he took Sark in his mouth, it was himself he possessed. He closed his eyes, drunk on his own exhilarating scent, reveling in sensations that Narcissus could only long for, trapped by water that rippled under his hands every time he tried to reach further than the gods would allow. But Adam had no need to worry about that. His image moved under him, pressed skin to skin as he stroked up his sides and down again, hard flesh hot on his tongue and he moaned as Sark shot into his mouth, gasping. He swallowed every last drop. Sark lay panting as he crawled up his body, luxuriating in the desperate rise and fall of his chest, the sweat covering him in a flushed sheen, face open and fragile just like his own after an orgasm. He touched his cheek. Sark turned his head, kissing his palm. His legs fit perfectly around Adam’s waist as he pushed forward and sank into himself.
Title: Narcissus
Pairing: Adam/Sark (Heroes/Alias crossover)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: His eyes fluttered closed as he felt their nerve endings spark against each other and he deepened the kiss, savoring his own taste on another man’s mouth.
AN: No spoiers for anything, really.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection glittering in a river, or so the myth goes. He spent day and night, drought and flood gazing at himself, heart brimming with wonder and adoration at the same image he’d beheld hundreds of times before, yet now, seeing it outside of himself, it possessed an allure impossible to resist. Narcissus drowned in himself, forfeiting his life in the shadow of a fantasy that could never be fulfilled.
Adam wasn’t so unlucky. He needed no stream or looking glass, for he saw himself, living flesh lying naked on a bed, face and body identical to his own in every detail, save for a few scars, but that could hardly be helped. He’d discovered him in a bar, of all places, yet the instant he saw him, he knew he wasn’t a vision concocted by some drunken reverie. Sark, for that was this man’s name, was real, barely 24 years old, and all his. Adam climbed atop him, pressing into his warmth, and brushed their lips together, a gentle caress. His eyes fluttered closed as he felt their nerve endings spark against each other and he deepened the kiss, savoring his own taste on another man’s mouth. Sark licked his bottom lip, tongue hesitant, and Adam sucked it in, hands tightening on Sark’s shoulders. Eyes the same cerulean hue as his own gazed at him as he drew back, brow wrinkled in a flustered frown, yet if Sark’s desire didn’t quite match his own, it would soon enough. He lowered his head, kissing from the base of Sark’s neck down to his waist. Sark’s heart pumped wildly under his lips, the quick drumming as intimate as his own. When he took Sark in his mouth, it was himself he possessed. He closed his eyes, drunk on his own exhilarating scent, reveling in sensations that Narcissus could only long for, trapped by water that rippled under his hands every time he tried to reach further than the gods would allow. But Adam had no need to worry about that. His image moved under him, pressed skin to skin as he stroked up his sides and down again, hard flesh hot on his tongue and he moaned as Sark shot into his mouth, gasping. He swallowed every last drop. Sark lay panting as he crawled up his body, luxuriating in the desperate rise and fall of his chest, the sweat covering him in a flushed sheen, face open and fragile just like his own after an orgasm. He touched his cheek. Sark turned his head, kissing his palm. His legs fit perfectly around Adam’s waist as he pushed forward and sank into himself.