Mercury Falling ~ Chapter 3
Title: Mercury Falling ~ Chapter 3/?
Author: liveindesire
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~ 1, 582
Setting: AU - Werewolf fic
Rating: This chapter is rated PG-13, the whole fic NC-17
Beta: saar_fantasy Thank you so much honey. <3 I couldn’t have done this without you. <333
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the order of words. This never happened.
Warnings: m/m sex, angst, violence, biting, blood play, barebacking, knotting (Oops, was that all? Don’t fret, it’s not as bad as it sounds.) There will also be a whole lotta love!
A/N: I once promised my darling saar_fantasy that I would write Kradam for her. Here it is!
Summary: Kris is a human with a wolf-shaped mark on the skin of his neck; he is the one the prophecy foretold. He is supposed to marry the King of the werewolves, Adam, and by doing that, bring peace between the humans and the werewolves. But Kris is terrified. He has heard too many horror stories about the wolves and decides to hide, just for a little while, in order to clarify his thoughts. He isn't prepared when werewolf priests come and drag him violently into the castle, and chain him up. But, Adam hasn't given his permission to the priests' actions and he is very angry for what they've done to his mate-to-be. Kris finds out Adam isn't just the powerful King of werewolves, he is so much more...
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Amazing, beautiful banner by youkeyh Thank you, baby! <3
Chapter 3
The King. . .
Adam wasn’t in an easy position. At the age of twenty-five, he was the King of werewolves, feared and respected by his people. Adam had inherited the crown from his father at the age of eighteen, on his father’s date of death. The chosen one had been finally found twenty years ago. Adam had been only five years old at that time, but it was still easy to remember how his father had told him that it would be Adam’s duty to marry the boy, Kris, when the day of the ceremony would finally come.
The war had been going on for centuries, maybe even thousands of years, and Adam hated it, despised it with his whole heart. The enmity between the bloodlines, between the wolves and the humans, had gone on for too long, so long that it was impossible to end it. Adam had tried to make a peace treaty with the human king many times over the past few years, but every time, no matter how much Adam had tried, the man had always refused. It was absurd really. The human king had said that the fulfillment of the prophecy was the only way to end the war. Unfortunately, the symbolism of the prophecy had evolved into an irreplaceable constraint.
The exact date for the bonding ceremony was on Kris’ twentieth birthday, just hours before the full silver moon would rise into the night sky. Finally, the day was close. It was the day before the ceremony, meaning that the next day, the war would be over and Adam would be married to Kris.
Adam had never met the boy he was going to be mated with. He had wanted to meet him, every day as long as he could remember, but both his own priests and the shamans had told him that seeing Kris would be a bad idea. They said that meeting Kris was too risky, something unexpected might happen, and then the fulfillment of the prophecy would be jeopardized.
Adam had always thought it was a very bad idea not to see Kris before the ceremony. Adam didn’t know much about Kris, but one of Kris’ friends, a shaman, had told him that the boy was cute, funny, and full of joy. They really should have gotten to know each other before the final day.
Adam thought he should have at least made sure that Kris didn’t believe all the stories about werewolves, tales that acted as deterrents, helping them have an upper hand in the battles. But it was never that easy. As a King, Adam was forced to look at the bigger picture, and there was no way he could conspire behind the shamans’ back by meeting Kris and risk losing their trust. He needed allies, and most of all, he wanted the upcoming peace between the bloodlines to last. Adam truly hoped that Kris would understand everything.
Sighing, Adam sat on the bed of his master bedroom, kicking his shoes of. He was ready to be mated for life, to be a good husband to the boy that was born with the mark of the wolf. It was meant to be.
Adam had had his fair share of lovers, both werewolves and humans, but he knew that Kris was pure, never been touched by anyone. It was another cause of concern, since Adam had no way of knowing for sure what Kris had heard about mating, about sex with a werewolf. But guessing was futile, because Adam would just have to wait until the next day, and then he would be able to talk to Kris about the matters, to find out what he did and didn’t know.
On some level, Adam felt anxious, a weird feeling in his gut telling him that something was off, that everything wasn’t alright. Five of his priests had left earlier in the day without informing him first, something that had never happened before. It was even weirder considering the fact that, within 24 hours, the marriage ceremony was supposed to begin.
Just as he was about to close his eyes and maybe take a little nap, Adam heard sounds of horses coming from the courtyard, and he got up, making his way to the windows, trying to see what was going on. The inner court was a guarded space and no one should have been there at such a late hour, not after the sun had gone down.
There were five silhouettes moving in the darkness, and Adam instantly realized it was his priests who had came back from wherever they had been. When the group gave their horses to the caretaker, and more torches were lit in the yard, Adam made a disturbing observation. In the faint light, Adam was able to see how Zane was carrying someone on his shoulder. The priest was carrying a young man whose hands and legs were tied together, the boy’s body limp and motionless as if he was unconscious.
What the fuck was going on?
Adam was wearing only a pair of linen breeches, and he hurried to his wardrobe, trying to get dressed as soon as possible. Fingers shaking, palms sweating, he swore as the buttons of his jacket refused to cooperate. There was a nagging fear in the back of his head, a little voice inside his skull that kept saying things were about to go straight to hell within the next minutes.
Very soon, just as Adam was finishing dressing up, there was a knock on the wooden door of his chamber.
“My lord?” Zane, one of his priests, asked from behind the door.
“Come in,” Adam commanded, stepping into his shoes and then turning towards the door.
Zane opened the door, stepping into the room, and instantly, Adam was able to see that his fears had been legitimate. Something was badly wrong. The priest kept his eyes cast down, avoiding Adam’s gaze, sheens of sweat on his neck. Yes, Adam’s instincts had been right.
“What is it, Zane? Who was it that you were carrying into the basement?” Adam asked, cutting straight to the point.
“Your Highness. This is hard to explain, but… it was Kris, the chosen one,” Zane answered, and his voice shook, uncertainty laced in every letter.
“What did you just say?” he stammered, completely taken aback by the man’s words.
“Adam, just listen to me. The chosen one had escaped! He had left the shamans castle, compromising the whole ceremony with his actions. So we tracked him down, found him near the lake in the north. And he still tried to run away from us. We were forced to use coercive means.”
Adam stepped forward, grabbing the priest’s shoulders, fingers surely leaving bruises, forcing his servant to look straight into his face.
“Look at me! What did you do to him?!” Adam shouted, appalled by what he just heard.
“He’s not badly wounded. Bill threw a blade at him, so the boy has a mild wound in his arm. Then Andrew knocked him unconscious so that he wouldn’t resist much. And… we used the herbs to keep him sedated during the journey. He’ll be fine by tomorrow,” Zane said, shaking in Adam’s hold, and the priest’s words made Adam squeeze even harder.
“I cannot believe this. You hurt Kris?! Did you even try to talk to him?” Adam questioned, his anger growing by the minute.
“No, Adam, we didn’t. We just thought…” Zane muttered, turning his eyes back down, struggling in Adam’s hold now.
“Fuck. Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?! Kris is my fiancé! I’m supposed to marry him tomorrow! And you hurt him behind my back! You know it is treason,” Adam hissed, and Zane froze completely, his face turning white as a sheet.
“Adam, you’re forgetting the prophecy. It is the most important matter!”
“Yes, fulfilling the damn prophecy is the most important thing there is, meaning that Kris needs to be protected, not hurt!” Adam yelled, feeling how his fangs descended and nails turned into claws as his anger spiked even higher.
“I’m sorry, Adam. I truly am. We just thought you would be pleased that we found the boy,” the servant replied nervously.
Adam released the man from his grip, taking a deep breath, trying to calm down a little, so that his teeth and claws would withdraw. It took a minute, but eventually Adam managed to cool off a bit.
“Take me to him,” he ordered, tone low and dangerous.
“But… Adam,” Zane tried to protest, and Adam cut him off immediately.
“Take me to Kris! Now!” there was a menacing undercurrent to Adam’s words, and Zane shut his mouth, nodding rapidly.
Heart pounding, Adam followed his servant into the basement, and then even further into the dungeons. One of the doors was open, and a cruel sight opened up in front of his eyes, making him gasp loudly, making his rage escalate to a point where it was impossible to control it.
Kris was chained to the stone floor, his left arm bloody, eyes so full of terror that it made Adam’s stomach lurch. He was looking at Adam, and God, he was beautiful. Brown eyes glistening, toned muscles winking from beneath his shirt, the boy looked like he’d just fallen from heaven, he was just that gorgeous.
Adam took a deep breath, silently praying that he would still be able to fix things, praying that Kris wouldn’t hate him.
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TBC…
A/N:The next chapter is already done. I just felt like I needed to separate this part since it is told from Adam’s POV.
Author: liveindesire
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~ 1, 582
Setting: AU - Werewolf fic
Rating: This chapter is rated PG-13, the whole fic NC-17
Beta: saar_fantasy Thank you so much honey. <3 I couldn’t have done this without you. <333
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the order of words. This never happened.
Warnings: m/m sex, angst, violence, biting, blood play, barebacking, knotting (Oops, was that all? Don’t fret, it’s not as bad as it sounds.) There will also be a whole lotta love!
A/N: I once promised my darling saar_fantasy that I would write Kradam for her. Here it is!
Summary: Kris is a human with a wolf-shaped mark on the skin of his neck; he is the one the prophecy foretold. He is supposed to marry the King of the werewolves, Adam, and by doing that, bring peace between the humans and the werewolves. But Kris is terrified. He has heard too many horror stories about the wolves and decides to hide, just for a little while, in order to clarify his thoughts. He isn't prepared when werewolf priests come and drag him violently into the castle, and chain him up. But, Adam hasn't given his permission to the priests' actions and he is very angry for what they've done to his mate-to-be. Kris finds out Adam isn't just the powerful King of werewolves, he is so much more...
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Amazing, beautiful banner by youkeyh Thank you, baby! <3
Chapter 3
The King. . .
Adam wasn’t in an easy position. At the age of twenty-five, he was the King of werewolves, feared and respected by his people. Adam had inherited the crown from his father at the age of eighteen, on his father’s date of death. The chosen one had been finally found twenty years ago. Adam had been only five years old at that time, but it was still easy to remember how his father had told him that it would be Adam’s duty to marry the boy, Kris, when the day of the ceremony would finally come.
The war had been going on for centuries, maybe even thousands of years, and Adam hated it, despised it with his whole heart. The enmity between the bloodlines, between the wolves and the humans, had gone on for too long, so long that it was impossible to end it. Adam had tried to make a peace treaty with the human king many times over the past few years, but every time, no matter how much Adam had tried, the man had always refused. It was absurd really. The human king had said that the fulfillment of the prophecy was the only way to end the war. Unfortunately, the symbolism of the prophecy had evolved into an irreplaceable constraint.
The exact date for the bonding ceremony was on Kris’ twentieth birthday, just hours before the full silver moon would rise into the night sky. Finally, the day was close. It was the day before the ceremony, meaning that the next day, the war would be over and Adam would be married to Kris.
Adam had never met the boy he was going to be mated with. He had wanted to meet him, every day as long as he could remember, but both his own priests and the shamans had told him that seeing Kris would be a bad idea. They said that meeting Kris was too risky, something unexpected might happen, and then the fulfillment of the prophecy would be jeopardized.
Adam had always thought it was a very bad idea not to see Kris before the ceremony. Adam didn’t know much about Kris, but one of Kris’ friends, a shaman, had told him that the boy was cute, funny, and full of joy. They really should have gotten to know each other before the final day.
Adam thought he should have at least made sure that Kris didn’t believe all the stories about werewolves, tales that acted as deterrents, helping them have an upper hand in the battles. But it was never that easy. As a King, Adam was forced to look at the bigger picture, and there was no way he could conspire behind the shamans’ back by meeting Kris and risk losing their trust. He needed allies, and most of all, he wanted the upcoming peace between the bloodlines to last. Adam truly hoped that Kris would understand everything.
Sighing, Adam sat on the bed of his master bedroom, kicking his shoes of. He was ready to be mated for life, to be a good husband to the boy that was born with the mark of the wolf. It was meant to be.
Adam had had his fair share of lovers, both werewolves and humans, but he knew that Kris was pure, never been touched by anyone. It was another cause of concern, since Adam had no way of knowing for sure what Kris had heard about mating, about sex with a werewolf. But guessing was futile, because Adam would just have to wait until the next day, and then he would be able to talk to Kris about the matters, to find out what he did and didn’t know.
On some level, Adam felt anxious, a weird feeling in his gut telling him that something was off, that everything wasn’t alright. Five of his priests had left earlier in the day without informing him first, something that had never happened before. It was even weirder considering the fact that, within 24 hours, the marriage ceremony was supposed to begin.
Just as he was about to close his eyes and maybe take a little nap, Adam heard sounds of horses coming from the courtyard, and he got up, making his way to the windows, trying to see what was going on. The inner court was a guarded space and no one should have been there at such a late hour, not after the sun had gone down.
There were five silhouettes moving in the darkness, and Adam instantly realized it was his priests who had came back from wherever they had been. When the group gave their horses to the caretaker, and more torches were lit in the yard, Adam made a disturbing observation. In the faint light, Adam was able to see how Zane was carrying someone on his shoulder. The priest was carrying a young man whose hands and legs were tied together, the boy’s body limp and motionless as if he was unconscious.
What the fuck was going on?
Adam was wearing only a pair of linen breeches, and he hurried to his wardrobe, trying to get dressed as soon as possible. Fingers shaking, palms sweating, he swore as the buttons of his jacket refused to cooperate. There was a nagging fear in the back of his head, a little voice inside his skull that kept saying things were about to go straight to hell within the next minutes.
Very soon, just as Adam was finishing dressing up, there was a knock on the wooden door of his chamber.
“My lord?” Zane, one of his priests, asked from behind the door.
“Come in,” Adam commanded, stepping into his shoes and then turning towards the door.
Zane opened the door, stepping into the room, and instantly, Adam was able to see that his fears had been legitimate. Something was badly wrong. The priest kept his eyes cast down, avoiding Adam’s gaze, sheens of sweat on his neck. Yes, Adam’s instincts had been right.
“What is it, Zane? Who was it that you were carrying into the basement?” Adam asked, cutting straight to the point.
“Your Highness. This is hard to explain, but… it was Kris, the chosen one,” Zane answered, and his voice shook, uncertainty laced in every letter.
“What did you just say?” he stammered, completely taken aback by the man’s words.
“Adam, just listen to me. The chosen one had escaped! He had left the shamans castle, compromising the whole ceremony with his actions. So we tracked him down, found him near the lake in the north. And he still tried to run away from us. We were forced to use coercive means.”
Adam stepped forward, grabbing the priest’s shoulders, fingers surely leaving bruises, forcing his servant to look straight into his face.
“Look at me! What did you do to him?!” Adam shouted, appalled by what he just heard.
“He’s not badly wounded. Bill threw a blade at him, so the boy has a mild wound in his arm. Then Andrew knocked him unconscious so that he wouldn’t resist much. And… we used the herbs to keep him sedated during the journey. He’ll be fine by tomorrow,” Zane said, shaking in Adam’s hold, and the priest’s words made Adam squeeze even harder.
“I cannot believe this. You hurt Kris?! Did you even try to talk to him?” Adam questioned, his anger growing by the minute.
“No, Adam, we didn’t. We just thought…” Zane muttered, turning his eyes back down, struggling in Adam’s hold now.
“Fuck. Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?! Kris is my fiancé! I’m supposed to marry him tomorrow! And you hurt him behind my back! You know it is treason,” Adam hissed, and Zane froze completely, his face turning white as a sheet.
“Adam, you’re forgetting the prophecy. It is the most important matter!”
“Yes, fulfilling the damn prophecy is the most important thing there is, meaning that Kris needs to be protected, not hurt!” Adam yelled, feeling how his fangs descended and nails turned into claws as his anger spiked even higher.
“I’m sorry, Adam. I truly am. We just thought you would be pleased that we found the boy,” the servant replied nervously.
Adam released the man from his grip, taking a deep breath, trying to calm down a little, so that his teeth and claws would withdraw. It took a minute, but eventually Adam managed to cool off a bit.
“Take me to him,” he ordered, tone low and dangerous.
“But… Adam,” Zane tried to protest, and Adam cut him off immediately.
“Take me to Kris! Now!” there was a menacing undercurrent to Adam’s words, and Zane shut his mouth, nodding rapidly.
Heart pounding, Adam followed his servant into the basement, and then even further into the dungeons. One of the doors was open, and a cruel sight opened up in front of his eyes, making him gasp loudly, making his rage escalate to a point where it was impossible to control it.
Kris was chained to the stone floor, his left arm bloody, eyes so full of terror that it made Adam’s stomach lurch. He was looking at Adam, and God, he was beautiful. Brown eyes glistening, toned muscles winking from beneath his shirt, the boy looked like he’d just fallen from heaven, he was just that gorgeous.
Adam took a deep breath, silently praying that he would still be able to fix things, praying that Kris wouldn’t hate him.
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TBC…
A/N:The next chapter is already done. I just felt like I needed to separate this part since it is told from Adam’s POV.