Dream
Title: Dream
Author: jaune_chat
Pairing: Adam/Angela
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,839
Spoilers: General S3 spoilers
Warnings: Bit of dubcon
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
Author’s Notes: Takes place well before S1. Thanks to brighteyed_jill for the beta. Written for soda_and_capes for the 2009 Valentine’s Day heroes_exchange.
Summary: Adam wants to know what Angela dreamt of him.
“Is he asleep?”
Angela turned her head slightly to look at her unwelcome guest, before turning back to look through the nursery window at her son.
“Ah, so he is. And soundly too. No adverse effects, it seems,” Adam said, a smile in his tone of voice, covering his habitual distain well.
Angela stopped herself from pursing her lips in disapproval. Adam didn’t mean to sound like an arrogant bastard, but it was sometimes unavoidable. For a man his age, he still had what sounded like the cockiness of youth. The contradiction between Adam’s ability to plan for decades and his eternally youthful face was part of his dubious charm.
“No, Nathan is doing fine,” she said.
“Partially my doing, if you don’t mind my saying. His being only four months old… there could have been risks from the formula injection, so I let them borrow a bit of my blood just to cover any bad reactions.”
Angela felt her jaw clench despite her efforts to stop it. That high-handed move was just like Adam, to put his own blood in her firstborn son without even consulting her.
“Where’s Arthur?” Adam asked innocently.
“Where Arthur always is; working.”
“Ah.” There was a wealth of nuance in that tiny syllable. Disapproval that Arthur hadn’t been here to see Nathan’s injection. Admiration for Angela for being here. Faint disapproval for going through with it in the first place.
“Nathan’s genetics are excellent. He would have had no problems,” Angela said. She told herself she was answering Adam’s previous comment, not his single-word response. Not because she wanted the approval of the Company’s founder. Not because she was trying to defend herself.
When Nathan’s blood tests had shown he did not share his parents’ abilities, he had become one of the first to be injected with the new formula. Artificial powers might have been Adam’s idea in the first place, but it had taken several dozen geniuses, years of research, and Ishi Nakamura’s abilities to get it to work. Yet Adam had felt the need to inject himself, personally and literally, into the project.
Yes, Angela felt she owed Adam for bringing the Company together in the first place. For showing them how they could change the world, together.
That did not stop her from considering him an arrogant bastard.
“Of course, it was just excess caution on my part,” Adam said contritely. He sounded sincere, but Angela had determined that Adam rarely had less than three motives behind anything he said. “Pity that Arthur couldn’t show the same.”
Angela felt hot anger in her stomach, and her hand moved before she thought, slapping Adam’s face. His cheek was cut open by her rings, but healed rapidly in front of her eyes. Adam’s face stayed where it was for a moment, and then turned back to her calmly.
“He should have been here,” Adam said. “Doesn’t he care?”
“Of course he cares,” Angela snapped. Adam regarded her for a moment, his expression unreadable, and then moved with the speed of a striking snake. She found herself backed up against the nursery window, his hand on her jaw, his body pressed against hers with just short of bruising force.
“He doesn’t. You know he doesn’t,” Adam whispered.
Angela swallowed, feeling her throat push against his palm, her body straining against his. Perpetual youth, perpetual anger, and whatever had driven him to just keep going this long had given Adam a magnetic intensity when he chose to exert it. He had no telepathy, no prophetic dreams, but, when he chose, he could show every year of his experience in his eyes, a sight that made most people go weak in the knees.
“Take your hands off of me,” Angela said tightly. Adam only ground his body into hers, and she could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against her thigh.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” he said mildly. “Tell me Angie, did you dream about Nathan?”
She looked straight ahead and kept silent. Her powers might be practically Company property, but she wouldn’t buckle so easily.
“Or was it about Arthur?” Adam’s voice grew sharper. Angela didn’t even blink. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“Was it about me?” he asked, his voice hardening into a demand.
“How much validation do you need, Adam?” she asked in return, looking down at him with disdain.
Adam’s hand twitched, nearly cutting off her air, and he propelled her down the hall to an empty patient’s room. Shutting the door, he shoved her hard towards the bed. Angela stumbled, catching herself before falling, as Adam advanced on her, pale eyes bright with anger.
Angela quickly leaned back on the bed, holding herself still, and Adam paused, confused. Acquiescence was not what he was expecting, clearly. But locking horns with Adam Monroe directly would only make things worse for her. There was no one in this entire building who would stop him.
“What do you want to know, Adam?” she asked, locking gazes with him. “About Nathan, Arthur, or you?”
Adam took the last few steps to the bed, eyes slightly narrowed as he tried to figure out her game. Angela willed herself to stay quiet and unmoving as he moved to straddle her, one hand on her hip and the other carding through her hair possessively.
“Everything,” he said dangerously. “Everything, Angie. Why Arthur let his firstborn be injected with the formula. Why you insisted on it. Why you’re watching over Nathan like a hawk. What did you dream about him? About your husband?”
Angela was silent, waiting for him to get to the point.
“Why are you here with me Angie?”
“Nathan is going to be important, vitally important the plan. You know that,” she said.
“He’s Arthur Petrelli’s son. Important is a given. But shouldn’t he be here to bond with his heir?” Adam smiled at Angela’s silence. “Ah, but that’s the thing, isn’t it? Nathan is Arthur’s. He won’t have to work hard to win his first-born’s affection, will he? And Arthur figures he’s done his duty now. No need to complicate things with a sibling, right?”
Angela froze when Adam’s hand moved from her hip to her thigh, slowly stroking up under her skirt.
“He hasn’t touched you since Nathan was born. I can always tell, Angie,” Adam murmured, his hand pushing her skirt up out of the way.
Angela shivered all over as he gently stroked up her inner thighs, his hand slowly pushing them apart. She thought rapidly, weighing Adam’s need to hurt her by forcing her betrayal, versus her own knowledge that Adam wanted her dream of him. Swallowing hard, she let Adam read her surrender in her eyes. Grinning like a naughty schoolboy, he moved fast, pulling her panties off and pushing her legs open. Goosebumps raised on her skin as he ran his fingertips lightly along her inner thighs.
The power of her response took her off guard. Adam, damn him, had been right about Arthur; he hadn’t touched her since she’d gotten pregnant.
“You’re very sweet Angie. Too good for him,” Adam said, eyes hooded as his hand found her core, wet and open. Angela stifled a gasp as his fingers traced every fold, infinitely gentle, and closed her eyes as Adam suddenly moved down the bed. She could feel his breath where his hands had been, and dug her hands into the bed as his tongue began to lap at her folds, pressing and moving firmly over her clit. Angela felt the heat spreading from Adam’s attentions, and arched her head back into the pillows, beads of sweat gathering on her skin.
She almost cried out when he stopped, and sighed when his fingers returned, probing, delving inside of her. It was over too fast, giving Adam far too easy a victory, when Angela felt the tightening throbs of pleasure peaking. She clamped around his hand as the pulses exploded into bliss, pushing herself down onto him. Angela gasped, surprised at herself for letting go, when Adam moved again.
Two seconds, and he was kneeling between her thighs, belt undone and erection straining for her. She unclenched her hands from the bedspread, and Adam grinned in anticipation of a fight. His eyes glittered in the dim light, but his expression turned to surprise when Angela pulled him into her, hard.
It was his turn to gasp as he sank to the hilt, but Adam rarely let surprise rule him for long. Angela kept hold of him as he thrust into her again and again, letting the pleasure rise for both of them, staring at him in a contest of wills. He could violate her child, insult her husband, and try to rule her power, but he could not break her.
“Adam,” she whispered, using one hand to bring his head down to hers. “I’ll… tell you… what I dreamed… about you.”
Angela tightened her legs around Adam, pulling him in harder, deeper. Adam never faltered, and Angela had to hold fast to coherence as she felt her climax building.
“What… did… you… see?” he demanded, his thrusts growing faster and more violent.
Angela held onto her answer until Adam let go, and let out a faint, breathy scream when she felt him spurt deep inside her. Breathing hard, Adam half-collapsed atop her.
“You’re going to die,” Angela whispered.
Adam turned his head to look at her, raising an eyebrow lazily.
“I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve died, Angie,” he pointed out, a hint of steel in his voice that boded no good.
“When Nathan takes office, you’ll be dead. Permanently,” she said in the sweet tone of a lover sharing a confidence.
Adam jerked upright, pulling himself off of her and buckling himself up with haste.
“If you were going to be so unpleasant Angie, I would have saved this for another day,” Adam said, clearly annoyed. Angela took her time putting her own clothes to rights before saying anything.
“You wanted to know what I dreamt. I told you,” she said, stepping forward to lay one hand along his cheek. He reached out to mirror the gesture, and she could smell herself on his hand.
“You’re a manipulative bitch, Angie,” he said softly.
“I know,” she agreed, and caressed his cheek with her thumb. “And I’m going to pay for it. But not until after you’re dead.”
Adam gently pulled her to him, and kissed her softly and lingeringly on the lips. The taste of herself was almost overwhelming.
“I hate you,” he said gently.
“I know.” Angela pulled away from him, her eyes luminous. Adam would never forgive her for this, but it was too late to take it back, even if she wanted to. He belonged to the past; for all that he thought he’d have eternity. She’d taken that future from him and given it to her own children. It was only Adam’s fault that he couldn’t handle the dream.
Author: jaune_chat
Pairing: Adam/Angela
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,839
Spoilers: General S3 spoilers
Warnings: Bit of dubcon
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
Author’s Notes: Takes place well before S1. Thanks to brighteyed_jill for the beta. Written for soda_and_capes for the 2009 Valentine’s Day heroes_exchange.
Summary: Adam wants to know what Angela dreamt of him.
“Is he asleep?”
Angela turned her head slightly to look at her unwelcome guest, before turning back to look through the nursery window at her son.
“Ah, so he is. And soundly too. No adverse effects, it seems,” Adam said, a smile in his tone of voice, covering his habitual distain well.
Angela stopped herself from pursing her lips in disapproval. Adam didn’t mean to sound like an arrogant bastard, but it was sometimes unavoidable. For a man his age, he still had what sounded like the cockiness of youth. The contradiction between Adam’s ability to plan for decades and his eternally youthful face was part of his dubious charm.
“No, Nathan is doing fine,” she said.
“Partially my doing, if you don’t mind my saying. His being only four months old… there could have been risks from the formula injection, so I let them borrow a bit of my blood just to cover any bad reactions.”
Angela felt her jaw clench despite her efforts to stop it. That high-handed move was just like Adam, to put his own blood in her firstborn son without even consulting her.
“Where’s Arthur?” Adam asked innocently.
“Where Arthur always is; working.”
“Ah.” There was a wealth of nuance in that tiny syllable. Disapproval that Arthur hadn’t been here to see Nathan’s injection. Admiration for Angela for being here. Faint disapproval for going through with it in the first place.
“Nathan’s genetics are excellent. He would have had no problems,” Angela said. She told herself she was answering Adam’s previous comment, not his single-word response. Not because she wanted the approval of the Company’s founder. Not because she was trying to defend herself.
When Nathan’s blood tests had shown he did not share his parents’ abilities, he had become one of the first to be injected with the new formula. Artificial powers might have been Adam’s idea in the first place, but it had taken several dozen geniuses, years of research, and Ishi Nakamura’s abilities to get it to work. Yet Adam had felt the need to inject himself, personally and literally, into the project.
Yes, Angela felt she owed Adam for bringing the Company together in the first place. For showing them how they could change the world, together.
That did not stop her from considering him an arrogant bastard.
“Of course, it was just excess caution on my part,” Adam said contritely. He sounded sincere, but Angela had determined that Adam rarely had less than three motives behind anything he said. “Pity that Arthur couldn’t show the same.”
Angela felt hot anger in her stomach, and her hand moved before she thought, slapping Adam’s face. His cheek was cut open by her rings, but healed rapidly in front of her eyes. Adam’s face stayed where it was for a moment, and then turned back to her calmly.
“He should have been here,” Adam said. “Doesn’t he care?”
“Of course he cares,” Angela snapped. Adam regarded her for a moment, his expression unreadable, and then moved with the speed of a striking snake. She found herself backed up against the nursery window, his hand on her jaw, his body pressed against hers with just short of bruising force.
“He doesn’t. You know he doesn’t,” Adam whispered.
Angela swallowed, feeling her throat push against his palm, her body straining against his. Perpetual youth, perpetual anger, and whatever had driven him to just keep going this long had given Adam a magnetic intensity when he chose to exert it. He had no telepathy, no prophetic dreams, but, when he chose, he could show every year of his experience in his eyes, a sight that made most people go weak in the knees.
“Take your hands off of me,” Angela said tightly. Adam only ground his body into hers, and she could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against her thigh.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” he said mildly. “Tell me Angie, did you dream about Nathan?”
She looked straight ahead and kept silent. Her powers might be practically Company property, but she wouldn’t buckle so easily.
“Or was it about Arthur?” Adam’s voice grew sharper. Angela didn’t even blink. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“Was it about me?” he asked, his voice hardening into a demand.
“How much validation do you need, Adam?” she asked in return, looking down at him with disdain.
Adam’s hand twitched, nearly cutting off her air, and he propelled her down the hall to an empty patient’s room. Shutting the door, he shoved her hard towards the bed. Angela stumbled, catching herself before falling, as Adam advanced on her, pale eyes bright with anger.
Angela quickly leaned back on the bed, holding herself still, and Adam paused, confused. Acquiescence was not what he was expecting, clearly. But locking horns with Adam Monroe directly would only make things worse for her. There was no one in this entire building who would stop him.
“What do you want to know, Adam?” she asked, locking gazes with him. “About Nathan, Arthur, or you?”
Adam took the last few steps to the bed, eyes slightly narrowed as he tried to figure out her game. Angela willed herself to stay quiet and unmoving as he moved to straddle her, one hand on her hip and the other carding through her hair possessively.
“Everything,” he said dangerously. “Everything, Angie. Why Arthur let his firstborn be injected with the formula. Why you insisted on it. Why you’re watching over Nathan like a hawk. What did you dream about him? About your husband?”
Angela was silent, waiting for him to get to the point.
“Why are you here with me Angie?”
“Nathan is going to be important, vitally important the plan. You know that,” she said.
“He’s Arthur Petrelli’s son. Important is a given. But shouldn’t he be here to bond with his heir?” Adam smiled at Angela’s silence. “Ah, but that’s the thing, isn’t it? Nathan is Arthur’s. He won’t have to work hard to win his first-born’s affection, will he? And Arthur figures he’s done his duty now. No need to complicate things with a sibling, right?”
Angela froze when Adam’s hand moved from her hip to her thigh, slowly stroking up under her skirt.
“He hasn’t touched you since Nathan was born. I can always tell, Angie,” Adam murmured, his hand pushing her skirt up out of the way.
Angela shivered all over as he gently stroked up her inner thighs, his hand slowly pushing them apart. She thought rapidly, weighing Adam’s need to hurt her by forcing her betrayal, versus her own knowledge that Adam wanted her dream of him. Swallowing hard, she let Adam read her surrender in her eyes. Grinning like a naughty schoolboy, he moved fast, pulling her panties off and pushing her legs open. Goosebumps raised on her skin as he ran his fingertips lightly along her inner thighs.
The power of her response took her off guard. Adam, damn him, had been right about Arthur; he hadn’t touched her since she’d gotten pregnant.
“You’re very sweet Angie. Too good for him,” Adam said, eyes hooded as his hand found her core, wet and open. Angela stifled a gasp as his fingers traced every fold, infinitely gentle, and closed her eyes as Adam suddenly moved down the bed. She could feel his breath where his hands had been, and dug her hands into the bed as his tongue began to lap at her folds, pressing and moving firmly over her clit. Angela felt the heat spreading from Adam’s attentions, and arched her head back into the pillows, beads of sweat gathering on her skin.
She almost cried out when he stopped, and sighed when his fingers returned, probing, delving inside of her. It was over too fast, giving Adam far too easy a victory, when Angela felt the tightening throbs of pleasure peaking. She clamped around his hand as the pulses exploded into bliss, pushing herself down onto him. Angela gasped, surprised at herself for letting go, when Adam moved again.
Two seconds, and he was kneeling between her thighs, belt undone and erection straining for her. She unclenched her hands from the bedspread, and Adam grinned in anticipation of a fight. His eyes glittered in the dim light, but his expression turned to surprise when Angela pulled him into her, hard.
It was his turn to gasp as he sank to the hilt, but Adam rarely let surprise rule him for long. Angela kept hold of him as he thrust into her again and again, letting the pleasure rise for both of them, staring at him in a contest of wills. He could violate her child, insult her husband, and try to rule her power, but he could not break her.
“Adam,” she whispered, using one hand to bring his head down to hers. “I’ll… tell you… what I dreamed… about you.”
Angela tightened her legs around Adam, pulling him in harder, deeper. Adam never faltered, and Angela had to hold fast to coherence as she felt her climax building.
“What… did… you… see?” he demanded, his thrusts growing faster and more violent.
Angela held onto her answer until Adam let go, and let out a faint, breathy scream when she felt him spurt deep inside her. Breathing hard, Adam half-collapsed atop her.
“You’re going to die,” Angela whispered.
Adam turned his head to look at her, raising an eyebrow lazily.
“I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve died, Angie,” he pointed out, a hint of steel in his voice that boded no good.
“When Nathan takes office, you’ll be dead. Permanently,” she said in the sweet tone of a lover sharing a confidence.
Adam jerked upright, pulling himself off of her and buckling himself up with haste.
“If you were going to be so unpleasant Angie, I would have saved this for another day,” Adam said, clearly annoyed. Angela took her time putting her own clothes to rights before saying anything.
“You wanted to know what I dreamt. I told you,” she said, stepping forward to lay one hand along his cheek. He reached out to mirror the gesture, and she could smell herself on his hand.
“You’re a manipulative bitch, Angie,” he said softly.
“I know,” she agreed, and caressed his cheek with her thumb. “And I’m going to pay for it. But not until after you’re dead.”
Adam gently pulled her to him, and kissed her softly and lingeringly on the lips. The taste of herself was almost overwhelming.
“I hate you,” he said gently.
“I know.” Angela pulled away from him, her eyes luminous. Adam would never forgive her for this, but it was too late to take it back, even if she wanted to. He belonged to the past; for all that he thought he’d have eternity. She’d taken that future from him and given it to her own children. It was only Adam’s fault that he couldn’t handle the dream.