Fanfic: For Your Entertainment, Rated R by House_of_Lantis
Title: For Your Entertainment (Part 3 of 3)
Author: house_of_lantis
Pairing: Adam/Kris, lots of Kradam RPS characters.
Rating: R, not too explicit.
Warnings: Sex, bloodplay.
Disclaimer: Not true, not mine; just borrowing Adam Lambert’s the title from his debut album “For Your Entertainment”; borrowing Kris Allen’s song titles from his album “Brand New Shoes”.
Original prompt #61: Kris Allen is forced to approach Adam Lambert, King of the Vampires in LA California to request a favor. Adam, attracted to Kris, grants the favor on the condition that Kris spend one night with him. Kris agrees, but Adam is unable to stop thinking about him after their single night of passion. Adam determines to find him and make Kris his . . . permanently.
Author’s Note: I’ve made some changes to the prompt to fit in my vampire!verse world.
Summary: Kris’s brother, David, owes a blood debt to a vampire and he’s run away leaving Kris as collateral. Vampire Elder Adam agrees to interfere on Kris’s behalf as a favor, but is Kris willing to pay the ultimate price?
***
Part III: Beautiful Moon
“Are you fucking out of your mind?” Brad yelled at him.
Adam sulked, giving him a dirty look. “Be very careful.”
Brad rolled his eyes. “Don’t pull rank with me, Adam, I know you better than anyone else and it is perfectly within my rights as your child and as your Consigliere Personale to question you when I feel you’re about to make a huge mistake.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“You propositioned him!” Brad shouted, waving his hands in the air. “You put him in a position where he had no other choice but to agree to whatever terms you set out!”
He closed his eyes, hands covering his face. “I know.”
“A favor,” Brad muttered, shaking his head. “A goddamned favor.”
“I know!”
“You have no right, Adam, no right to abuse your position like that!”
“Don’t fucking lecture me, Brad!” Adam roared at him, standing from his chair and pacing angrily.
“You should’ve just cleared the debt and let him go!”
Adam sneered at Brad. “Are you saying that because you’re genuinely concerned for Kris’s welfare or because you’re jealous of him?”
Brad opened his mouth, his face shocked and pale. Adam felt stupid and very, very sorry for saying that.
“God, I’m sorry, Brad, that was so out of line.”
“You’re such a bastard,” Brad said, low and mean.
“I know. I am. I’m so sorry.”
Brad narrowed his eyes at him and then turned away, the cool mask in place, eyes dark and lazy and unmoved. “It’s your fuck up, Adam, so you get to fix this one on your own.”
Adam walked to the windows and pressed his forehead against the glass, closing his eyes. “Didn’t you scent him? Blood is never wrong.”
“I don’t know who you are anymore,” Brad murmured, his voice soft and kind. “This job has changed you. Before you became the city Elder, you never would’ve used your position like this.” Brad looked up at him. “You don’t deserve Kris.”
Adam clenched his jaw and glared at Brad. There was only so much that Adam could take from anyone and his first child was about to step over that line. He growled a real warning, this one serious, this one the kind that would make him seriously hurt Brad. He stared at him until Brad finally looked away, nodding sulkily.
“Yeah, I probably don’t deserve him, but I am going to have him.”
***
Adam pressed deeper into Kris’s body, watching as Kris closed his eyes and moaned, mouth forming a wide “O”, arching into him. His face was covered with sweat, damp bangs sticking to his forehead. Kris’s body trembled under him. His legs tightened around Adam’s hips, feet pressing against his ass, urging him on.
He moved his hips back, pulling his cock just to the rim, and held Kris’s wrists against the mattress as he drove his hips forward, fucking into him in a hard, long stroke.
“Oh God!” Kris said, his voice tense. “Adam, please-“
Adam slipped his hips back again, slow and steady. He loved the way that Kris clenched around his cock; he could feel the human’s heartbeat surround him, the delicious smell of his blood just under the skin calling him. His fangs literally itched and he licked at them, moaning softly. He bit his lower lip and thrust hard and deep into Kris again, enjoying the way that Kris moved into the stroke, lifting his hips, wrists twisting in Adam’s tight grip.
“Please, for God’s sake, stop teasing me and…”
He kissed that soft, wet mouth, tasting him, sucking on that tongue. Kris panted into his mouth and Adam groaned, pressing Kris down into the bed, keeping him from moving and thrusting his own hips. He felt the heat of Kris’s cock hard between them and he undulated over him, giving his mortal lover the friction he was begging for.
“Adam…”
He was Kris’s first male lover; and Adam felt predatory and proud to be able to get Kris to this desperate place. He would always be the first to see Kris like this, would be the first to help Kris find pleasure, and no matter how many lovers Kris took after Adam, he would never forget what it was like to be in his bed, under him, begging for it.
“Ready for more?” Adam whispered into his ear. He spread his knees on the tangled bed sheets, bracing his feet solidly.
“…killing me here…”
“Never,” he said, nipping Kris’s earlobe and chuckling darkly.
Adam started a steady pace, moving his hips back and in. He let go of Kris’s wrist and slipped his hand under one soft ass, tilting Kris’s hips a little, and gave a hard thrust. He watched as Kris gripped at the bed sheets, choking out a surprised groan, eyes opening to stare blindly up at Adam. He smirked down at Kris, leaning down on his elbow, and moving in a fast tempo as his cock moved inside of Kris, angled perfectly on his prostate with every stroke.
Kris’s legs squeezed him harder and Adam smugly thought that he’d have bruises on his hips if he were still human and capable of wearing a lover’s marks. He let out a strangled moan, arching into Adam, head flung back on the bed, gasping and grunting mindlessly.
Adam felt his fangs shifting in his mouth, lowering into his mouth. He licked Kris’s neck and bit into him hard as he shoved his cock into Kris at the same time.
“Adam!” Kris cried out, his free hand curling over Adam’s shoulder, nails scoring into his flesh. “God! Oh God!”
The taste of him…incredible, indescribable, unfathomable. Adam didn’t have human words. Kris’s blood tasted flinty, metallic, sweet, musky, and earthy; but there was something more to it than just tastes. There was life, innocence, temptation, warmth, passion, sensuality, beauty, and love.
Adam reached between them and curled his hand around Kris’s cock, harder than before, wet at the tip, and Kris arched and moaned again, completely uninhibited, pleading for Adam to make him come, that he was ready, that he needed it, and ohhh God, it was so good, so fucking good.
He growled, biting down harder, jerking Kris off faster, and fucking him dirtier. He knew that Kris was close - they were both on that edge between pleasure and pain now. Kris jerked under him, legs twisting, knees banging against his sides, ass clenching and throbbing around his cock.
“Yes! Fuck, yes,” Kris whispered, moving his head back to give Adam more room.
Adam groaned, pulling his fangs out and licking the wounds closed. Kris made a breathy, high pitched sound, and slammed his hips up against Adam and freezing in midair. He panted loudly, eyes looking up at Adam, wide and shocked, and he bit his bottom lip as he came, crying out thickly, and fucking into Adam’s hand a few more times, squeezing Adam’s cock to hard that Adam had to really put his back into it to keep fucking him through his pleasure.
Kris gasped again and then dropped to the bed, completely limp, shaking everywhere. Adam stroked his cock, determined to pull out every last ounce of pleasure from Kris.
“Come on,” Kris whispered. “I want…come, Adam.”
Adam released Kris’s wrist and his hands grabbed the bedding, moving up and keeping his arms straight as his hips started to move ruthlessly, his cock getting harder, feeling his balls tighten. The hot spike to pleasure started at the base of his spine and he looked into Kris’s sated, dazed brown eyes, lips bitten dark pink, body flushed with pleasure, and Adam threw back his head and let out a growl that would echo through the house as he came inside of Kris.
He shuddered through it, eyes closed in shock at the intensity of the pleasure. His arms trembled and he dropped to his elbows, burying his face against Kris’s sweaty neck.
“Shhhh…it’s okay,” Kris murmured into his ear, his hands stroking over the back of Adam’s hair and down his slick back. “That was…so fucking good. Shhhh…you were perfect.”
Adam blinked, finding it kind of humorous that Kris was offering him comfort. He smiled, lifting his head to look at Kris, delighted at the look of happy contentment on his face. “You were perfect.”
Kris laughed, softly, rolling his eyes. “Hardly.”
“You were perfect for me, Kris,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss him, capture those plump lips, licking into the warm cavern of his mouth.
“I don’t think I can survive a whole 24 hours of this,” Kris said, smiling up at him. “You really will kill me; I’m only human.”
Adam nipped and licked along his jaw until he got to one of Kris’s little ears. “But I’ll always bring you back.” He smiled, twisting his hips slightly, his cock hardening again inside of Kris. He watched as Kris’s eyes widened, his mouth parting wordlessly. “Ready to go again?”
***
He slipped out of bed quietly, looking at Kris sleeping exhaustedly. He stood and just looked at him for a long moment and grinned. He walked to his closet and pulled down the silk robe on the back of the door. He slipped into it and then left his bedroom.
It was a habit from his mortal years and one that he enjoyed even as a vampire. He stood on the balcony and looked out at the approaching dawn, smoking the menthol cigarette slowly, filling his dead lungs with smoke, and exhaling it out of his nose. He closed his eyes and licked his lips, letting the sense of joy flood him. He was still warm from taking Kris’s blood for the third time - not enough to weaken him, just for a small taste.
He opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder to see Brad standing in the doorway, watching him.
“I’m surprised you stayed in the house,” Adam said, softly.
“Someone has to keep an eye on you,” Brad said, tartly. He sauntered towards him and snatched the cigarette from his fingers, putting it to his mouth and inhaling deeply. He put the cigarette back in Adam’s mouth, smirking up at him. “But from the sound of things, you had it all under control.”
“If you’re here to make me feel bad for taking what I want, then you can just go away, Brad. I’m too tired and I’m in too good of a mood to let you ruin it.”
“I’m not going to make you feel bad; in our long lives, I’d never begrudge you a chance at pleasure or love,” Brad said, turning to lean against the balcony balustrade, smiling up at him. “You are my father and my best friend; I’ll always be on your side, Adam. You accused me of being jealous of Kris, but I’m not.” He gave Adam a long look. “I never had the choice to be blood turned. You took my mortal life and gave me a new one.”
“Brad, I’ll never regret turning you.”
“And I stopped blaming you and hating you decades ago for what you did to me,” he said, sighing. “I know you want him; I know you want to blood turn him.”
“No-“
“You can’t lie to me,” he said, kindly. “And I see it in your eyes just how much you want him. I saw it when you blood turned Allison and Cassidy and Tommy. You never asked them for permission, Adam.”
Adam nodded, smoking slowly. “I won’t make the same mistake.”
“Pfft. You always make the same mistakes,” Brad said, rolling his eyes and chuckling softly. “But for once, just remember that he’s not like us; he’s sweet and honest and kind. If he’s special to you, you have to let him go tonight, at the end of the favor. You’ve already taken from him what he couldn’t give you freely.”
“And what if I can’t? Or won’t?” Adam said, looking at Brad. He would always be his first child, his first real love, his first broken heart.
“Do you really want him to spend decades hating you?”
Adam sighed, crushing the cigarette out in the marble ashtray. “No. I couldn’t bear it, not from him.”
“Then let him go. Give him a chance to come to you and ask, Adam. Let him make that choice of his own free will.”
He reached out and placed his hand on Brad’s face, his palm curving over the sharpness of his cheeks. “Do you regret every year you’ve been with me?”
“No, not every year,” Brad murmured, closing his eyes and leaning into Adam’s touch. It had been a long time since Brad allowed something so intimate, without strings attached, without a demand of his own in exchange. “You’re my Primogenitor…and we have eternity to make amends for our past.”
Adam nodded, sighing deeply. He lowered his hand down the side of Brad’s neck to clasp gently over his shoulder. They watched the sunrise, feeling the pull of preternatural sleep as daylight rose. There was nothing more to say between them; and Adam was grateful for Brad’s silence.
***
He felt the night calling to him. He opened his eyes and sensed that Kris was nearby. He turned on his side to see Kris dressed, sitting at the foot of the bed, tying the laces of his battered sneakers. He grinned at Adam, blushing slightly.
“Hey.”
Adam moved up to his elbow, watching him. “Good evening.”
“Sleep well?”
“Very well,” he said, kicking the sheets off and sliding across the bed to grab Kris by the hand and pulling him down on the bed beside him. Kris chuckled, looking at him, his eyes wide and a happy smile on his face. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“It’s almost five,” he said, softly.
“And?”
Adam curled his leg over Kris’s hips, keeping him pinned to the bed. He tucked his face against Kris’s warm neck and inhaled deeply, his own scent mingled in with Kris’s scent. Every vampire would know that Kris was marked.
“I should get going,” he said, clearing his throat, nervously. “You said…”
Adam kissed him, holding him close. He was so tempted to tie Kris to his bed and keep him, blood turn him and keep him forever.
“Adam-“
“Shhh…I am a man of my word, too,” he murmured, kissing Kris again, gently, lingeringly. He pulled away and looked into worried brown eyes. “I will let you go unharmed, Kris, all debts cleared between us.”
Kris swallowed, nodding shakily. “Okay. Thank you.”
Adam chuckled. He had no clue, no fucking clue at all, what Adam wanted to do, what Adam could do. He licked Kris’s neck again and then slid away, giving Kris the chance to move off the bed of his own accord.
Kris turned and smiled, reaching up to touch his face. Adam sighed, pressing his cheek into Kris’s small hand. He looked up through his lashes at Kris and gave him a pretty smile.
“You’re such a tease, Adam,” Kris said, amused.
“You could stay.”
Kris bit his lip and smiled, but shook his head and looked away. “I…don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Because of what happened?”
“Because I have to make sure my brother is okay; and I have to go to work and…and live my life,” he said, lifting his eyes to look at Adam.
“And you don’t have a place for me in your life?”
He looked confused and he frowned, not sure what to say. “Adam, you’re…so beyond out of my league and I’m not nearly glamorous enough to hang out here with you and everyone else.” He chuffed and scratched at his head. “I mean, last night…it was…wow…and I…” He chuckled, lowering his chin, shyly. “And I’ll probably, uh, think about what we did for the rest of my life-“
“It doesn’t have to be a dream,” Adam said, catching his chin with his fingers and kissing him again. “Stay with me.”
“I can’t-“
“Please.”
Kris looked startled as he stared at Adam, his mouth opening and closing. “You’re a city Elder…I’m a nobody songwriter…your world…I know nothing about it, Adam, and it kind of scares the crap out of me. I might be interesting to you now, but…”
“You don’t think you could hold my interest for decades? For centuries?”
Adam watched as Kris sat up, looking at him a little sadly. He shook his head, smiling a bit. “I think it’s a moot point.” He stood up and licked his lips, his eyes sweeping down Adam’s body, looking at him for a long moment. “I look at you and think that you’ll always be this gorgeous. I always thought it was ironic that vampires blood turned only beautiful humans, like, you guys find someone exceptional and you’re driven to keep that person like the way that they are forever.”
He sat up and placed his hands on Kris’s slender hips, pulling him close. “I found you, I could give you all the time in the world, Kris.”
Kris stroked his cheek and his hair, but he shook his head. “But that’s not what I want. I wasn’t lying when I said that some people were meant to live just one life. I want to live just one life and make it the best one I can. I want to grow old and have a family; go to God when I die because I was a good man and lived a good life.”
“This is why you are one of the exceptional ones,” Adam whispered, not wanting to let him go.
“But you promised to let me go.”
Adam closed his eyes and pressed his face into Kris’s stomach, inhaling deeply. Kris wore his scent so well. “Yes, I did promise.” He raised his face and smiled at him. “And I will.”
Slowly, with effort, Adam released his hold on Kris and took a deep breath. He could read the surprise on Kris’s face, but the smile of trust that Kris gave him made up for the sudden hallow feeling in his chest. His blood only flowed because he took it from a living being; his heart had stopped over a century ago; and yet, he felt the phantom pangs of tightness and pain in his chest as he watched Kris pick up his overnight bag.
“Thank you for saving my brother’s life and for saving mine,” Kris said, looking into his eyes. “I wouldn’t have been able to meet the terms of the blood contract.”
“That kind of death is not in your future, Kris.”
He gave Adam a puzzled look and a half smile. “Umm…okay, well, thanks, Adam. I’ll see you around.”
Adam gave him a single nod and watched as Kris walked towards the bedroom doors, opening it. He stopped and looked over his shoulder at Adam, giving him a warm smile, brown eyes still dazed from the pleasure he had with him. Adam didn’t know he was holding his breath until Kris stepped through the doorway, closing the door softly behind him, leaving Adam alone in a bed that reeked of sex and come and blood and Kris.
He closed his eyes and clenched his hands into fists. There was no way, no fucking way that he was going to let Kris go that easily. He kicked off the rest of the sheets and got out of bed, glaring around the room, everything smelling of Kris.
Kris would have 24 hours to return to his life; and then after that, Adam was going to get him back. He wasn’t going to force Kris; he’d woo him, seduce him, and love him. He smiled and then gave a soft laugh.
“Oh, Kristopher, you are exceptional and I’m going to make sure you know that every single day of your mortal life.”
And that was another promise Adam intended to keep.
***
The End.
Author: house_of_lantis
Pairing: Adam/Kris, lots of Kradam RPS characters.
Rating: R, not too explicit.
Warnings: Sex, bloodplay.
Disclaimer: Not true, not mine; just borrowing Adam Lambert’s the title from his debut album “For Your Entertainment”; borrowing Kris Allen’s song titles from his album “Brand New Shoes”.
Original prompt #61: Kris Allen is forced to approach Adam Lambert, King of the Vampires in LA California to request a favor. Adam, attracted to Kris, grants the favor on the condition that Kris spend one night with him. Kris agrees, but Adam is unable to stop thinking about him after their single night of passion. Adam determines to find him and make Kris his . . . permanently.
Author’s Note: I’ve made some changes to the prompt to fit in my vampire!verse world.
Summary: Kris’s brother, David, owes a blood debt to a vampire and he’s run away leaving Kris as collateral. Vampire Elder Adam agrees to interfere on Kris’s behalf as a favor, but is Kris willing to pay the ultimate price?
***
Part III: Beautiful Moon
“Are you fucking out of your mind?” Brad yelled at him.
Adam sulked, giving him a dirty look. “Be very careful.”
Brad rolled his eyes. “Don’t pull rank with me, Adam, I know you better than anyone else and it is perfectly within my rights as your child and as your Consigliere Personale to question you when I feel you’re about to make a huge mistake.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“You propositioned him!” Brad shouted, waving his hands in the air. “You put him in a position where he had no other choice but to agree to whatever terms you set out!”
He closed his eyes, hands covering his face. “I know.”
“A favor,” Brad muttered, shaking his head. “A goddamned favor.”
“I know!”
“You have no right, Adam, no right to abuse your position like that!”
“Don’t fucking lecture me, Brad!” Adam roared at him, standing from his chair and pacing angrily.
“You should’ve just cleared the debt and let him go!”
Adam sneered at Brad. “Are you saying that because you’re genuinely concerned for Kris’s welfare or because you’re jealous of him?”
Brad opened his mouth, his face shocked and pale. Adam felt stupid and very, very sorry for saying that.
“God, I’m sorry, Brad, that was so out of line.”
“You’re such a bastard,” Brad said, low and mean.
“I know. I am. I’m so sorry.”
Brad narrowed his eyes at him and then turned away, the cool mask in place, eyes dark and lazy and unmoved. “It’s your fuck up, Adam, so you get to fix this one on your own.”
Adam walked to the windows and pressed his forehead against the glass, closing his eyes. “Didn’t you scent him? Blood is never wrong.”
“I don’t know who you are anymore,” Brad murmured, his voice soft and kind. “This job has changed you. Before you became the city Elder, you never would’ve used your position like this.” Brad looked up at him. “You don’t deserve Kris.”
Adam clenched his jaw and glared at Brad. There was only so much that Adam could take from anyone and his first child was about to step over that line. He growled a real warning, this one serious, this one the kind that would make him seriously hurt Brad. He stared at him until Brad finally looked away, nodding sulkily.
“Yeah, I probably don’t deserve him, but I am going to have him.”
***
Adam pressed deeper into Kris’s body, watching as Kris closed his eyes and moaned, mouth forming a wide “O”, arching into him. His face was covered with sweat, damp bangs sticking to his forehead. Kris’s body trembled under him. His legs tightened around Adam’s hips, feet pressing against his ass, urging him on.
He moved his hips back, pulling his cock just to the rim, and held Kris’s wrists against the mattress as he drove his hips forward, fucking into him in a hard, long stroke.
“Oh God!” Kris said, his voice tense. “Adam, please-“
Adam slipped his hips back again, slow and steady. He loved the way that Kris clenched around his cock; he could feel the human’s heartbeat surround him, the delicious smell of his blood just under the skin calling him. His fangs literally itched and he licked at them, moaning softly. He bit his lower lip and thrust hard and deep into Kris again, enjoying the way that Kris moved into the stroke, lifting his hips, wrists twisting in Adam’s tight grip.
“Please, for God’s sake, stop teasing me and…”
He kissed that soft, wet mouth, tasting him, sucking on that tongue. Kris panted into his mouth and Adam groaned, pressing Kris down into the bed, keeping him from moving and thrusting his own hips. He felt the heat of Kris’s cock hard between them and he undulated over him, giving his mortal lover the friction he was begging for.
“Adam…”
He was Kris’s first male lover; and Adam felt predatory and proud to be able to get Kris to this desperate place. He would always be the first to see Kris like this, would be the first to help Kris find pleasure, and no matter how many lovers Kris took after Adam, he would never forget what it was like to be in his bed, under him, begging for it.
“Ready for more?” Adam whispered into his ear. He spread his knees on the tangled bed sheets, bracing his feet solidly.
“…killing me here…”
“Never,” he said, nipping Kris’s earlobe and chuckling darkly.
Adam started a steady pace, moving his hips back and in. He let go of Kris’s wrist and slipped his hand under one soft ass, tilting Kris’s hips a little, and gave a hard thrust. He watched as Kris gripped at the bed sheets, choking out a surprised groan, eyes opening to stare blindly up at Adam. He smirked down at Kris, leaning down on his elbow, and moving in a fast tempo as his cock moved inside of Kris, angled perfectly on his prostate with every stroke.
Kris’s legs squeezed him harder and Adam smugly thought that he’d have bruises on his hips if he were still human and capable of wearing a lover’s marks. He let out a strangled moan, arching into Adam, head flung back on the bed, gasping and grunting mindlessly.
Adam felt his fangs shifting in his mouth, lowering into his mouth. He licked Kris’s neck and bit into him hard as he shoved his cock into Kris at the same time.
“Adam!” Kris cried out, his free hand curling over Adam’s shoulder, nails scoring into his flesh. “God! Oh God!”
The taste of him…incredible, indescribable, unfathomable. Adam didn’t have human words. Kris’s blood tasted flinty, metallic, sweet, musky, and earthy; but there was something more to it than just tastes. There was life, innocence, temptation, warmth, passion, sensuality, beauty, and love.
Adam reached between them and curled his hand around Kris’s cock, harder than before, wet at the tip, and Kris arched and moaned again, completely uninhibited, pleading for Adam to make him come, that he was ready, that he needed it, and ohhh God, it was so good, so fucking good.
He growled, biting down harder, jerking Kris off faster, and fucking him dirtier. He knew that Kris was close - they were both on that edge between pleasure and pain now. Kris jerked under him, legs twisting, knees banging against his sides, ass clenching and throbbing around his cock.
“Yes! Fuck, yes,” Kris whispered, moving his head back to give Adam more room.
Adam groaned, pulling his fangs out and licking the wounds closed. Kris made a breathy, high pitched sound, and slammed his hips up against Adam and freezing in midair. He panted loudly, eyes looking up at Adam, wide and shocked, and he bit his bottom lip as he came, crying out thickly, and fucking into Adam’s hand a few more times, squeezing Adam’s cock to hard that Adam had to really put his back into it to keep fucking him through his pleasure.
Kris gasped again and then dropped to the bed, completely limp, shaking everywhere. Adam stroked his cock, determined to pull out every last ounce of pleasure from Kris.
“Come on,” Kris whispered. “I want…come, Adam.”
Adam released Kris’s wrist and his hands grabbed the bedding, moving up and keeping his arms straight as his hips started to move ruthlessly, his cock getting harder, feeling his balls tighten. The hot spike to pleasure started at the base of his spine and he looked into Kris’s sated, dazed brown eyes, lips bitten dark pink, body flushed with pleasure, and Adam threw back his head and let out a growl that would echo through the house as he came inside of Kris.
He shuddered through it, eyes closed in shock at the intensity of the pleasure. His arms trembled and he dropped to his elbows, burying his face against Kris’s sweaty neck.
“Shhhh…it’s okay,” Kris murmured into his ear, his hands stroking over the back of Adam’s hair and down his slick back. “That was…so fucking good. Shhhh…you were perfect.”
Adam blinked, finding it kind of humorous that Kris was offering him comfort. He smiled, lifting his head to look at Kris, delighted at the look of happy contentment on his face. “You were perfect.”
Kris laughed, softly, rolling his eyes. “Hardly.”
“You were perfect for me, Kris,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss him, capture those plump lips, licking into the warm cavern of his mouth.
“I don’t think I can survive a whole 24 hours of this,” Kris said, smiling up at him. “You really will kill me; I’m only human.”
Adam nipped and licked along his jaw until he got to one of Kris’s little ears. “But I’ll always bring you back.” He smiled, twisting his hips slightly, his cock hardening again inside of Kris. He watched as Kris’s eyes widened, his mouth parting wordlessly. “Ready to go again?”
***
He slipped out of bed quietly, looking at Kris sleeping exhaustedly. He stood and just looked at him for a long moment and grinned. He walked to his closet and pulled down the silk robe on the back of the door. He slipped into it and then left his bedroom.
It was a habit from his mortal years and one that he enjoyed even as a vampire. He stood on the balcony and looked out at the approaching dawn, smoking the menthol cigarette slowly, filling his dead lungs with smoke, and exhaling it out of his nose. He closed his eyes and licked his lips, letting the sense of joy flood him. He was still warm from taking Kris’s blood for the third time - not enough to weaken him, just for a small taste.
He opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder to see Brad standing in the doorway, watching him.
“I’m surprised you stayed in the house,” Adam said, softly.
“Someone has to keep an eye on you,” Brad said, tartly. He sauntered towards him and snatched the cigarette from his fingers, putting it to his mouth and inhaling deeply. He put the cigarette back in Adam’s mouth, smirking up at him. “But from the sound of things, you had it all under control.”
“If you’re here to make me feel bad for taking what I want, then you can just go away, Brad. I’m too tired and I’m in too good of a mood to let you ruin it.”
“I’m not going to make you feel bad; in our long lives, I’d never begrudge you a chance at pleasure or love,” Brad said, turning to lean against the balcony balustrade, smiling up at him. “You are my father and my best friend; I’ll always be on your side, Adam. You accused me of being jealous of Kris, but I’m not.” He gave Adam a long look. “I never had the choice to be blood turned. You took my mortal life and gave me a new one.”
“Brad, I’ll never regret turning you.”
“And I stopped blaming you and hating you decades ago for what you did to me,” he said, sighing. “I know you want him; I know you want to blood turn him.”
“No-“
“You can’t lie to me,” he said, kindly. “And I see it in your eyes just how much you want him. I saw it when you blood turned Allison and Cassidy and Tommy. You never asked them for permission, Adam.”
Adam nodded, smoking slowly. “I won’t make the same mistake.”
“Pfft. You always make the same mistakes,” Brad said, rolling his eyes and chuckling softly. “But for once, just remember that he’s not like us; he’s sweet and honest and kind. If he’s special to you, you have to let him go tonight, at the end of the favor. You’ve already taken from him what he couldn’t give you freely.”
“And what if I can’t? Or won’t?” Adam said, looking at Brad. He would always be his first child, his first real love, his first broken heart.
“Do you really want him to spend decades hating you?”
Adam sighed, crushing the cigarette out in the marble ashtray. “No. I couldn’t bear it, not from him.”
“Then let him go. Give him a chance to come to you and ask, Adam. Let him make that choice of his own free will.”
He reached out and placed his hand on Brad’s face, his palm curving over the sharpness of his cheeks. “Do you regret every year you’ve been with me?”
“No, not every year,” Brad murmured, closing his eyes and leaning into Adam’s touch. It had been a long time since Brad allowed something so intimate, without strings attached, without a demand of his own in exchange. “You’re my Primogenitor…and we have eternity to make amends for our past.”
Adam nodded, sighing deeply. He lowered his hand down the side of Brad’s neck to clasp gently over his shoulder. They watched the sunrise, feeling the pull of preternatural sleep as daylight rose. There was nothing more to say between them; and Adam was grateful for Brad’s silence.
***
He felt the night calling to him. He opened his eyes and sensed that Kris was nearby. He turned on his side to see Kris dressed, sitting at the foot of the bed, tying the laces of his battered sneakers. He grinned at Adam, blushing slightly.
“Hey.”
Adam moved up to his elbow, watching him. “Good evening.”
“Sleep well?”
“Very well,” he said, kicking the sheets off and sliding across the bed to grab Kris by the hand and pulling him down on the bed beside him. Kris chuckled, looking at him, his eyes wide and a happy smile on his face. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“It’s almost five,” he said, softly.
“And?”
Adam curled his leg over Kris’s hips, keeping him pinned to the bed. He tucked his face against Kris’s warm neck and inhaled deeply, his own scent mingled in with Kris’s scent. Every vampire would know that Kris was marked.
“I should get going,” he said, clearing his throat, nervously. “You said…”
Adam kissed him, holding him close. He was so tempted to tie Kris to his bed and keep him, blood turn him and keep him forever.
“Adam-“
“Shhh…I am a man of my word, too,” he murmured, kissing Kris again, gently, lingeringly. He pulled away and looked into worried brown eyes. “I will let you go unharmed, Kris, all debts cleared between us.”
Kris swallowed, nodding shakily. “Okay. Thank you.”
Adam chuckled. He had no clue, no fucking clue at all, what Adam wanted to do, what Adam could do. He licked Kris’s neck again and then slid away, giving Kris the chance to move off the bed of his own accord.
Kris turned and smiled, reaching up to touch his face. Adam sighed, pressing his cheek into Kris’s small hand. He looked up through his lashes at Kris and gave him a pretty smile.
“You’re such a tease, Adam,” Kris said, amused.
“You could stay.”
Kris bit his lip and smiled, but shook his head and looked away. “I…don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Because of what happened?”
“Because I have to make sure my brother is okay; and I have to go to work and…and live my life,” he said, lifting his eyes to look at Adam.
“And you don’t have a place for me in your life?”
He looked confused and he frowned, not sure what to say. “Adam, you’re…so beyond out of my league and I’m not nearly glamorous enough to hang out here with you and everyone else.” He chuffed and scratched at his head. “I mean, last night…it was…wow…and I…” He chuckled, lowering his chin, shyly. “And I’ll probably, uh, think about what we did for the rest of my life-“
“It doesn’t have to be a dream,” Adam said, catching his chin with his fingers and kissing him again. “Stay with me.”
“I can’t-“
“Please.”
Kris looked startled as he stared at Adam, his mouth opening and closing. “You’re a city Elder…I’m a nobody songwriter…your world…I know nothing about it, Adam, and it kind of scares the crap out of me. I might be interesting to you now, but…”
“You don’t think you could hold my interest for decades? For centuries?”
Adam watched as Kris sat up, looking at him a little sadly. He shook his head, smiling a bit. “I think it’s a moot point.” He stood up and licked his lips, his eyes sweeping down Adam’s body, looking at him for a long moment. “I look at you and think that you’ll always be this gorgeous. I always thought it was ironic that vampires blood turned only beautiful humans, like, you guys find someone exceptional and you’re driven to keep that person like the way that they are forever.”
He sat up and placed his hands on Kris’s slender hips, pulling him close. “I found you, I could give you all the time in the world, Kris.”
Kris stroked his cheek and his hair, but he shook his head. “But that’s not what I want. I wasn’t lying when I said that some people were meant to live just one life. I want to live just one life and make it the best one I can. I want to grow old and have a family; go to God when I die because I was a good man and lived a good life.”
“This is why you are one of the exceptional ones,” Adam whispered, not wanting to let him go.
“But you promised to let me go.”
Adam closed his eyes and pressed his face into Kris’s stomach, inhaling deeply. Kris wore his scent so well. “Yes, I did promise.” He raised his face and smiled at him. “And I will.”
Slowly, with effort, Adam released his hold on Kris and took a deep breath. He could read the surprise on Kris’s face, but the smile of trust that Kris gave him made up for the sudden hallow feeling in his chest. His blood only flowed because he took it from a living being; his heart had stopped over a century ago; and yet, he felt the phantom pangs of tightness and pain in his chest as he watched Kris pick up his overnight bag.
“Thank you for saving my brother’s life and for saving mine,” Kris said, looking into his eyes. “I wouldn’t have been able to meet the terms of the blood contract.”
“That kind of death is not in your future, Kris.”
He gave Adam a puzzled look and a half smile. “Umm…okay, well, thanks, Adam. I’ll see you around.”
Adam gave him a single nod and watched as Kris walked towards the bedroom doors, opening it. He stopped and looked over his shoulder at Adam, giving him a warm smile, brown eyes still dazed from the pleasure he had with him. Adam didn’t know he was holding his breath until Kris stepped through the doorway, closing the door softly behind him, leaving Adam alone in a bed that reeked of sex and come and blood and Kris.
He closed his eyes and clenched his hands into fists. There was no way, no fucking way that he was going to let Kris go that easily. He kicked off the rest of the sheets and got out of bed, glaring around the room, everything smelling of Kris.
Kris would have 24 hours to return to his life; and then after that, Adam was going to get him back. He wasn’t going to force Kris; he’d woo him, seduce him, and love him. He smiled and then gave a soft laugh.
“Oh, Kristopher, you are exceptional and I’m going to make sure you know that every single day of your mortal life.”
And that was another promise Adam intended to keep.
***
The End.