Those Who Don't Learn From History...
Title: Those Who Don’t Learn From History…
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,490
Spoilers: Season 2
Warnings: Mental manipulation, dubcon
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al
A/N: History is fun! Thanks to brighteyed_jill for betaing. Written for kethni for the Spring 2009 heroes_exchange.
Summary: Adam has a proposal for Matt, and Matt has to ferret out the truth of Adam’s lies…
“I want you by my side. Together, we could save the world.”
“You’re lying. Angela told me about you, about what you tried to do,” Matt spat out angrily.
“Ah, but you’re only hearing her side of the story. Angie is terribly jealous of her power; doesn’t like to admit that little ol’ me was a part of her Grand Scheme. Maybe you should listen to what I have to say before you condemn me, hmm?” Adam asked, a faint smile on his lips.
Matt scowled darkly. He’d woken up in this virtually empty cell, bare save for a bed, sink and toilet, with a single door, locked from the outside, as the only egress. His sole companion was Adam Monroe, the man Angela Petrelli had named the most dangerous person in the world.
The man who’d just made him the offer to save the world. From what, he was non-specific, and Matt didn’t intend to stick around to ask.
“I know Angela was telling the truth.”
“Well, if you’re certain that I’m being completely false, then just change my mind for me. You can do that, can’t you? Just force your mind in, change what I feel and what I know, and then I’ll let you go. You can force me to do anything at all, can’t you? Anything you want…”
Adam’s voice had dropped to almost a purr, and his last words were as seductive as his first were mocking. Matt felt uneasy; Adam mentioning changing someone’s mind for them was too close to the truth. Matt had done that in the past, only for survival reasons, and he couldn’t hesitate now. Not with Adam. Adam’s words were his weapons; he could be incredibly charming and convincing, even to a telepath. Best to not give him any more chances to try his campaign of seduction, moral… or otherwise.
“Just tell me how to get out of here,” Matt said sternly, and forced his power into Adam’s mind.
There was a faint tickle in the back of his eyes, and an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach as he felt himself penetrate the outskirts of Adam’s memory. But by then it was too late.
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“…ah, put that down, man, I have something for you…”
Matt’s hands set down the pipe, the world around him now pleasantly auraed in rainbows. From near his feet, Adam looked up at him, eyes wide and smiling.
“Look at you; that grin on your face. Didn’t think a cop would go for this kind of thing.”
Matt could only nod stupidly as Adam’s hand began to slowly rub at the front of his jeans. The room around him began to spin, and he felt the drugs in his system ramping up his pleasure. The bright colors of the garish Day-Glo couch throws that were all the rage seemed to bleed into the air, right into his skin and below his eyes, and he could feel Adam’s hand as brilliant red and orange, stroking him to purple hardness.
“Don’t… usually…” Matt murmured.
“It’s all about peace, you see? I’m trying to fix the world, to bring to the dream of peace and love that lived here. In these spaces, with these people. There was the potential for unending peace and acceptance, and it wasn’t all a pipe dream Matt.
“Do you still think I’m lying?”
A cold thread touched Matt’s spine, and he abruptly shook his head. This wasn’t where he meant to be in Adam’s mind. He had to go-.
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Deeper.
Matt clutched at his rifle as the bombs burst all around him. The trench walls shuddered under the assault, shivering the stinking water that rose ankle-high, and bringing on a new waft of sulfur, iron, and blood to pollute the air. Despite the violence and danger near them, Adam’s hand on his shoulder was steady. The hand that was thrust into Matt’s uniform trousers was equally steady in its stroking. Fear of death and desperation for pleasure were curdling in Matt’s stomach as Adam spoke right in his ear, over the noise of the world dying.
“You see the horror here? I have, over and over. This war in particular was one of the worst, with everyone trying to wage a modern campaign with last century’s tactics, and the generals being too proud to try new ideas. The trenches, the gas, the barrages of bombs, the horses… Lord, the horses screaming when the machine guns hit them, falling into razor wire; it’s enough to drive a man mad.”
Matt looked out across a field littered with broken bodies and shattered earth to see a lone horse down, too wounded to rise, screaming its pain into the sulfurous sky. It was heart-wrenching, nerve-shattering, and maybe it was for that reason Matt still found himself moving against Adam’s hand in an unconscious rhythm, to distract himself.
“New war, old ways; that’s what’s happening here. That’s what will happen now unless you can help me stop it. We have to adapt, change, or face something worse than this in the future.
“Do you still think I’m lying?”
Matt’s body stiffened in fear, his gorge rising even as Adam’s hand never stopped moving, and dove again-.
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Deeper.
The air was stifling as they waited in the deep still shade beside the dirt road, hidden from view by clumps of thorny bushes. Far ahead of them, on the bridge, marched red-coated soldiers, their white baldrics making a tempting X on their chests. Perfect targets for the other minutemen hidden in the woods nearby.
Matt stared at the soldiers blankly, mouth slightly open as Adam’s hands were both stroking him to the brink of orgasm, and delving into his body, making him throw his head back and try to lean into both his hands simultaneously. The sweat slicking his body was more than due to the summer heat, and even the fact that his rough-cut trousers were puddled around his ankles did little to cool his ardor.
“I want freedom from oppression, Matt. I want us to be able to acknowledge what we are. Hiding won’t save us. We have to act!”
The rifles around them crackled like thunder, and holes appeared in the perfect ranks of the foreign soldiers as the bullets struck home.
“I am tired of people telling me what to do, Matt. I’m doing this to save their world, not just for us, but for everyone that’s oppressed, everyone that’s powerless in the face of tyranny.
“Do you still think I’m lying?”
Matt felt actual pain as he tried to wrench his mind away, his body not wanting Adam to stop, as he gasped and went-.
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Deeper.
Cherry blossoms swirled around them, blowing through the branches of the small grove of trees overlooking the small village below. Adam had laid his katana and helmet on the ground so he could give Matt his full attention, but still wore most of his armor. All but the most crucial parts… Matt shuddered at the roughness of Adam’s gauntlets as he forced Matt’s legs back, entering him swiftly as a sword thrust. It should have hurt badly, but instead all Matt could feel out of his body was rising heat and pleasure.
“They hired me,” Adam whispered, leaning over him and thrusting shallowly. He put one hand on Matt’s face and turned it to look at the village. “They wanted me to drive off the bandits preying on them. To do so, I hired other men to be targets, so I could pick off the bandits with my bow. It was a deception, a lie, but one that worked. The job got done, unconventionally; but it got done.”
Matt scrabbled for purchase on the grass as Adam’s thrusts grew harder, more violent.
“I was so innocent here! I didn’t know how much I could affect, or how much it could affect me.”
Matt turned his head to the other side, and for a brief instant saw a dark-haired young woman kissing a short, dark-haired man who looked oddly familiar…
“I want that innocence back. I want the world to be simple again, Matt. Fewer complications, less pain, more truth. More love.
“Do you still think I’m lying?”
Matt’s body went rigid as his body road out a tsunami of sensation, pulses and heat, tightness and roughness, seductive words and potent memories of a man who could not die…
“No,” Matt whispered, and reached up to clutch Adam to him.
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Matt broke free of Adam’s mind and laid back; listening to everything he had to say as their bodies slowly cooled in the room’s small bed.
“Peace, change, freedom, innocence, and love. That’s how I’m trying to save the world,” Adam said finally, stroking down Matt’s chest and looking up at him with a question on his face.
“I’ll help you,” Matt said fervently, looking straight into Adam’s eyes, unafraid. “I swear.”
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First memory - Summer of Love, America, 1969
Second memory - World War I, France 1915 (Inspired by All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque)
Third memory - War of Independence, America, August 1777
Fourth memory - Feudal Japan, 1671
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,490
Spoilers: Season 2
Warnings: Mental manipulation, dubcon
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al
A/N: History is fun! Thanks to brighteyed_jill for betaing. Written for kethni for the Spring 2009 heroes_exchange.
Summary: Adam has a proposal for Matt, and Matt has to ferret out the truth of Adam’s lies…
“I want you by my side. Together, we could save the world.”
“You’re lying. Angela told me about you, about what you tried to do,” Matt spat out angrily.
“Ah, but you’re only hearing her side of the story. Angie is terribly jealous of her power; doesn’t like to admit that little ol’ me was a part of her Grand Scheme. Maybe you should listen to what I have to say before you condemn me, hmm?” Adam asked, a faint smile on his lips.
Matt scowled darkly. He’d woken up in this virtually empty cell, bare save for a bed, sink and toilet, with a single door, locked from the outside, as the only egress. His sole companion was Adam Monroe, the man Angela Petrelli had named the most dangerous person in the world.
The man who’d just made him the offer to save the world. From what, he was non-specific, and Matt didn’t intend to stick around to ask.
“I know Angela was telling the truth.”
“Well, if you’re certain that I’m being completely false, then just change my mind for me. You can do that, can’t you? Just force your mind in, change what I feel and what I know, and then I’ll let you go. You can force me to do anything at all, can’t you? Anything you want…”
Adam’s voice had dropped to almost a purr, and his last words were as seductive as his first were mocking. Matt felt uneasy; Adam mentioning changing someone’s mind for them was too close to the truth. Matt had done that in the past, only for survival reasons, and he couldn’t hesitate now. Not with Adam. Adam’s words were his weapons; he could be incredibly charming and convincing, even to a telepath. Best to not give him any more chances to try his campaign of seduction, moral… or otherwise.
“Just tell me how to get out of here,” Matt said sternly, and forced his power into Adam’s mind.
There was a faint tickle in the back of his eyes, and an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach as he felt himself penetrate the outskirts of Adam’s memory. But by then it was too late.
--------
“…ah, put that down, man, I have something for you…”
Matt’s hands set down the pipe, the world around him now pleasantly auraed in rainbows. From near his feet, Adam looked up at him, eyes wide and smiling.
“Look at you; that grin on your face. Didn’t think a cop would go for this kind of thing.”
Matt could only nod stupidly as Adam’s hand began to slowly rub at the front of his jeans. The room around him began to spin, and he felt the drugs in his system ramping up his pleasure. The bright colors of the garish Day-Glo couch throws that were all the rage seemed to bleed into the air, right into his skin and below his eyes, and he could feel Adam’s hand as brilliant red and orange, stroking him to purple hardness.
“Don’t… usually…” Matt murmured.
“It’s all about peace, you see? I’m trying to fix the world, to bring to the dream of peace and love that lived here. In these spaces, with these people. There was the potential for unending peace and acceptance, and it wasn’t all a pipe dream Matt.
“Do you still think I’m lying?”
A cold thread touched Matt’s spine, and he abruptly shook his head. This wasn’t where he meant to be in Adam’s mind. He had to go-.
--------
Deeper.
Matt clutched at his rifle as the bombs burst all around him. The trench walls shuddered under the assault, shivering the stinking water that rose ankle-high, and bringing on a new waft of sulfur, iron, and blood to pollute the air. Despite the violence and danger near them, Adam’s hand on his shoulder was steady. The hand that was thrust into Matt’s uniform trousers was equally steady in its stroking. Fear of death and desperation for pleasure were curdling in Matt’s stomach as Adam spoke right in his ear, over the noise of the world dying.
“You see the horror here? I have, over and over. This war in particular was one of the worst, with everyone trying to wage a modern campaign with last century’s tactics, and the generals being too proud to try new ideas. The trenches, the gas, the barrages of bombs, the horses… Lord, the horses screaming when the machine guns hit them, falling into razor wire; it’s enough to drive a man mad.”
Matt looked out across a field littered with broken bodies and shattered earth to see a lone horse down, too wounded to rise, screaming its pain into the sulfurous sky. It was heart-wrenching, nerve-shattering, and maybe it was for that reason Matt still found himself moving against Adam’s hand in an unconscious rhythm, to distract himself.
“New war, old ways; that’s what’s happening here. That’s what will happen now unless you can help me stop it. We have to adapt, change, or face something worse than this in the future.
“Do you still think I’m lying?”
Matt’s body stiffened in fear, his gorge rising even as Adam’s hand never stopped moving, and dove again-.
-------
Deeper.
The air was stifling as they waited in the deep still shade beside the dirt road, hidden from view by clumps of thorny bushes. Far ahead of them, on the bridge, marched red-coated soldiers, their white baldrics making a tempting X on their chests. Perfect targets for the other minutemen hidden in the woods nearby.
Matt stared at the soldiers blankly, mouth slightly open as Adam’s hands were both stroking him to the brink of orgasm, and delving into his body, making him throw his head back and try to lean into both his hands simultaneously. The sweat slicking his body was more than due to the summer heat, and even the fact that his rough-cut trousers were puddled around his ankles did little to cool his ardor.
“I want freedom from oppression, Matt. I want us to be able to acknowledge what we are. Hiding won’t save us. We have to act!”
The rifles around them crackled like thunder, and holes appeared in the perfect ranks of the foreign soldiers as the bullets struck home.
“I am tired of people telling me what to do, Matt. I’m doing this to save their world, not just for us, but for everyone that’s oppressed, everyone that’s powerless in the face of tyranny.
“Do you still think I’m lying?”
Matt felt actual pain as he tried to wrench his mind away, his body not wanting Adam to stop, as he gasped and went-.
-------
Deeper.
Cherry blossoms swirled around them, blowing through the branches of the small grove of trees overlooking the small village below. Adam had laid his katana and helmet on the ground so he could give Matt his full attention, but still wore most of his armor. All but the most crucial parts… Matt shuddered at the roughness of Adam’s gauntlets as he forced Matt’s legs back, entering him swiftly as a sword thrust. It should have hurt badly, but instead all Matt could feel out of his body was rising heat and pleasure.
“They hired me,” Adam whispered, leaning over him and thrusting shallowly. He put one hand on Matt’s face and turned it to look at the village. “They wanted me to drive off the bandits preying on them. To do so, I hired other men to be targets, so I could pick off the bandits with my bow. It was a deception, a lie, but one that worked. The job got done, unconventionally; but it got done.”
Matt scrabbled for purchase on the grass as Adam’s thrusts grew harder, more violent.
“I was so innocent here! I didn’t know how much I could affect, or how much it could affect me.”
Matt turned his head to the other side, and for a brief instant saw a dark-haired young woman kissing a short, dark-haired man who looked oddly familiar…
“I want that innocence back. I want the world to be simple again, Matt. Fewer complications, less pain, more truth. More love.
“Do you still think I’m lying?”
Matt’s body went rigid as his body road out a tsunami of sensation, pulses and heat, tightness and roughness, seductive words and potent memories of a man who could not die…
“No,” Matt whispered, and reached up to clutch Adam to him.
-------
Matt broke free of Adam’s mind and laid back; listening to everything he had to say as their bodies slowly cooled in the room’s small bed.
“Peace, change, freedom, innocence, and love. That’s how I’m trying to save the world,” Adam said finally, stroking down Matt’s chest and looking up at him with a question on his face.
“I’ll help you,” Matt said fervently, looking straight into Adam’s eyes, unafraid. “I swear.”
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First memory - Summer of Love, America, 1969
Second memory - World War I, France 1915 (Inspired by All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque)
Third memory - War of Independence, America, August 1777
Fourth memory - Feudal Japan, 1671