Eclipse
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Summary: Written for the ever generous wbaker5286. Based on the quote, “Are we fucking or are we fighting?” with Adam as the sun god and Tommy as the moon god, warring over dominance.
Word Count: 1880
Rating: NC-17
Beta: princessleia04 and yehwellwhatever
Warnings: None
Author's note: This is obviously extremely AU. I used some Greek and Egyptian myth, and took A LOT of personal liberties. The epigraph is taken from the Henry King poem "The Boy’s Answer to the Blackmoor".
…complain not that I fly,
When Fate commands antipathy:
Prodigious might that union prove,
Where Night and Day together move,
And the conjunction of our lips
Not kisses make, but an eclipse…
When the Earth first emerged out of Chaos, Adam was pretty excited about being in charge of the sun. Sure, it’s not as important as holding the world up or being the keeper of Time, but bringing daylight? Pretty damn important he thinks, which makes his job something to be proud of. Not to mention, there was the whole perk of getting to work opposite someone who was pretty easy on the eyes.
They didn’t talk much, he and Tommy, but everyday at dusk and dawn, Adam would wheel his chariot past Tommy and wave, and Tommy would smile real big and wave back, his platinum locks flopping onto his face with the motion. It was a nice sort of quiet companionship, working side by side to keep the world going.
But as time went on, Adam’s job seemed a lot less glamorous. It didn’t take long before he got real sick of driving that chariot. The seats were uncomfortable and all those solar steeds pulling it made it really fucking hot, and not in the good way. Hot in the “I can feel my face melting off my skull” way. (And seriously, “solar steeds”? Who came up with that ridiculous name?) Plus, there’s the whole part where he got the shitty end of the deal. He has to work his fingers to the bone driving this flaming wagon as he pulls the sun through the sky. Tommy, on the other hand, barely does a thing. The moon is already in the sky; all he has to do is prance in with his little silver torch and light it up like some glorified Olympic runner.
And it’s not even that really. Adam could deal with the heat and the strained muscles (his biceps do look amazing now). The thing is, he gets lonely. He spends all his time alone with no one but his stupid horses to talk to, and it’s not like they even understand or pay attention to him. Meanwhile, Tommy gets to sit back and enjoy the cool night, surrounded by all the stars to keep him company. So if Adam was a little bitter, who could blame him, really?
He didn’t even mean to be an asshole originally either, but it was the middle of summer, his days were getting way too long, and he was exhausted. So when Tommy came bouncing into the sky, wagging those goddamn long fingers (which of course Adam has noticed - there’s a lot he’s noticed about Tommy), he just didn’t feel like making small talk. He didn’t actually feel like doing anything, so Adam ignored him. Tommy’s face fell a little, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, and Adam had to admit that it felt kind of nice to see that adorable grin wiped off his face for once.
The next day went the same way with Adam ignoring Tommy, except this time, Tommy’s face fell into a glare, his hand curling into a fist at his side to keep it from waving out of reflex. Adam pretended not to notice, but he couldn’t help smiling on the inside at Tommy’s frustration. (And though he certainly wouldn’t admit it, Tommy was kind of cute when he was angry.)
From then, their silent battle each day just got worse and worse. Rolling eyes progressed into middle fingers and eventually the angry silence gave way to murmured insults from both sides. Pretty soon, they were yelling back and forth everyday, fighting over the very sky they had co-inhabited for so long.
“Think you could drive that thing any slower?” Tommy would ask, pointing accusingly at Adam’s chariot.
“Think you could be more of an impatient asshole?” Adam would respond, pulling on the reigns slightly so the steeds would slow even more.
Tommy would push his hair out of his eyes, staring indignantly, knuckles turning white as he gripped his torch so tight that Adam was sure it would snap one of these days.
And on and on it went, weeks of fighting turning to months and years until all Adam knew was that he hated Tommy, no reasoning necessary. He couldn’t even remember why he was bothering to cooperate with Tommy. There was no reason why the world needed the night, he decided, and there certainly was no reason why he should have to keep moving out of the sky (his sky) for that lunar brat. Eventually, he had just had enough of this rotating bullshit, so one day he decided that he was done. He’d be damned if he was moving his sun anywhere.
Right on schedule, Tommy came waltzing into the sky, disgruntled look permanently fixed onto his face. He looked over and saw Adam’s chariot parked right by his moon, Adam sitting inside comfortably with a smirk on his face.
“Come on you jerk, I gotta light the moon,” he snapped. “Get out of my sky.”
“Your sky?” Adam laughed. “Last I checked it was mine too, so why the hell should I have to move?”
Tommy’s mouth drew into a tight line. “Because it’s my turn, fucking move,” he snarled, stepping closer to Adam’s chariot than he’d ever dared before.
Adam stood, meeting Tommy’s movements step for step. “No, I don’t think I will,” he replied calmly. “I think I should just stay right here.”
“You know what, I don’t have time for this!” Tommy yelled, stomping past Adam and around the sun to touch his torch to the moon.
Darkness fell over the world in an instant, the only remaining light in the sky coming from the moon blazing behind the sun, like a halo of a thousand silver sparks burning into the blackness.
“You little shit,” Adam said, stepping toward him and grabbing his torch from his hand, throwing it angrily behind them. “Look what you did! Are you happy now?”
“Me?!” Tommy spat. “You’re the one who wouldn’t leave! I’m just trying to do my job!” He reached up, tangling a hand in Adam’s shirt and pushing him against the back of his chariot.
Adam growled at Tommy’s sudden forcefulness, gripping his arms tightly and reversing their positions to tower over him. He leaned forward until the edge of the chariot was digging into Tommy’s back as he bent him backwards. “And what exactly do you think you’re doing Tommy?” he asked, relishing in the way Tommy’s breaths had sped up, eyes full of fire.
Their faces were so close that Tommy could feel Adam’s breath, warm and wet against his face. He clenched his jaw, his anger soon turning into something else entirely due to their proximity. Before he even realized what he was doing, he had his hand wrapped around the back of Adam’s neck and was pulling him down to crush their lips together. Adam responded almost immediately, mouth moving roughly against Tommy’s, both of them losing themselves to a kiss full of teeth scraping against lips and tongues battling for dominance over one another.
Tommy’s hand slipped down Adam’s back to grab at his ass, pulling them so close together that no space remained between them. Tommy gasped at the unexpected feeling of Adam’s cock, pressed hard up against his stomach, and he suddenly realized that he was just as hard as well.
Adam’s hands slipped under Tommy’s shirt, nails scratching red lines into his flesh as he pulled the garment over his head. Tommy thought he should maybe protest, but then Adam’s fingers flicked over his nipples and latched on, pinching almost painfully, and the will to fight it disappeared completely.
The situation snowballed from there, clothing discarded somewhere along the way, and suddenly Tommy found himself bent over the seat of Adam’s chariot, Adam’s fingers pushing deep inside him. Adam worked quickly and silently, adding more fingers without warning and barely giving Tommy time to adjust as his body tried to stretch to accommodate. Each motion felt like nails on a chalkboard, sending waves of warning shuddering up Tommy’s spine and spreading into his shaking limbs. And yet, he still couldn’t find the strength to resist, instead pushing back, wanton vowels bubbling out of his mouth. Tommy’s noises only fueled Adam, months of tension building to this moment as he pumped his fingers mercilessly in and out of him.
When Adam finally slid into Tommy, thick and perfect, Tommy moaned deep in his chest, all coherent thought abandoning him completely. He reached behind him to grab at Adam’s thighs, pulling him further in to take as much as he could. Adam groaned, the tight heat around him better than any sensation he’d ever felt. Adam began rocking, going deeper with each movement and setting up a rhythm that made Tommy’s head spin and his body tingle. Adam changed the angle, thrusting at just the right spot and Tommy arched backwards, bringing his back flush against Adam’s chest as he wrapped his fingers in Adam’s hair. He turned his head, feeling dizzy and out of breath, pulling Adam’s lips to his for a kiss full of the same intense passion but somehow more needy than all the others. Their lips finally parted and Tommy sucked in desperate gulps of air as Adam trailed his lips down to Tommy’s neck, his teeth sinking into the skin there. The pleasure and pain were too much and suddenly Tommy was finished, breath and voice caught in his throat, Adam following soon after.
Tommy slumped against the seat, Adam leaning on top of him, lips wet and gentle against his shoulder blades. After a few minutes, Adam finally pulled out and sat on the seat, pulling Tommy into his lap, both still panting in the aftermath. He planted a kiss to the mark, growing red and angry, on the side of Tommy’s neck. His eyes were clouded and glassy, full of apology and something else that surprised Tommy entirely. “That’s going to hurt later,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to…”
Tommy cut him off with a kiss, just barely a touch of lips against lips. “Nah, it’s fine. It’ll heal,” he said, finally understanding the way Adam had been acting. He could see that for the first time, Adam understood as well.
“I just-” Adam started, shaking his head, unable to finish his thought. Not needing to finish it.
“I get it, okay?” Tommy responded, kissing him again, this time more deeply. “Fucking, fighting, it’s all the same anyway.”
“Yeah, I guess it is,” Adam chuckled, resting his forehead against Tommy’s.
Tommy pulled away, staring into Adam’s eyes. “You’re kind of stupid though,” he added.
Adam’s eyebrows raised in question and maybe mild annoyance. Tommy laughed, continuing, “You do realize that my moon’s brightness depends on the light from your damn sun, yeah?”
Adam smiled, huffing out an amused breath. “Basically, we’re morons for fighting when we need each other for this to work?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Exactly,” Tommy said, grinning and hopping out of the chariot. “Now get out of my fucking sky already.”
Adam rolled his eyes and snapped the reins, the chariot taking off and ending the eclipse, leaving the still of the night in its wake. The moon shone over the world, bigger than it had ever appeared, the start of this night signaling a different beginning.
Summary: Written for the ever generous wbaker5286. Based on the quote, “Are we fucking or are we fighting?” with Adam as the sun god and Tommy as the moon god, warring over dominance.
Word Count: 1880
Rating: NC-17
Beta: princessleia04 and yehwellwhatever
Warnings: None
Author's note: This is obviously extremely AU. I used some Greek and Egyptian myth, and took A LOT of personal liberties. The epigraph is taken from the Henry King poem "The Boy’s Answer to the Blackmoor".
…complain not that I fly,
When Fate commands antipathy:
Prodigious might that union prove,
Where Night and Day together move,
And the conjunction of our lips
Not kisses make, but an eclipse…
When the Earth first emerged out of Chaos, Adam was pretty excited about being in charge of the sun. Sure, it’s not as important as holding the world up or being the keeper of Time, but bringing daylight? Pretty damn important he thinks, which makes his job something to be proud of. Not to mention, there was the whole perk of getting to work opposite someone who was pretty easy on the eyes.
They didn’t talk much, he and Tommy, but everyday at dusk and dawn, Adam would wheel his chariot past Tommy and wave, and Tommy would smile real big and wave back, his platinum locks flopping onto his face with the motion. It was a nice sort of quiet companionship, working side by side to keep the world going.
But as time went on, Adam’s job seemed a lot less glamorous. It didn’t take long before he got real sick of driving that chariot. The seats were uncomfortable and all those solar steeds pulling it made it really fucking hot, and not in the good way. Hot in the “I can feel my face melting off my skull” way. (And seriously, “solar steeds”? Who came up with that ridiculous name?) Plus, there’s the whole part where he got the shitty end of the deal. He has to work his fingers to the bone driving this flaming wagon as he pulls the sun through the sky. Tommy, on the other hand, barely does a thing. The moon is already in the sky; all he has to do is prance in with his little silver torch and light it up like some glorified Olympic runner.
And it’s not even that really. Adam could deal with the heat and the strained muscles (his biceps do look amazing now). The thing is, he gets lonely. He spends all his time alone with no one but his stupid horses to talk to, and it’s not like they even understand or pay attention to him. Meanwhile, Tommy gets to sit back and enjoy the cool night, surrounded by all the stars to keep him company. So if Adam was a little bitter, who could blame him, really?
He didn’t even mean to be an asshole originally either, but it was the middle of summer, his days were getting way too long, and he was exhausted. So when Tommy came bouncing into the sky, wagging those goddamn long fingers (which of course Adam has noticed - there’s a lot he’s noticed about Tommy), he just didn’t feel like making small talk. He didn’t actually feel like doing anything, so Adam ignored him. Tommy’s face fell a little, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, and Adam had to admit that it felt kind of nice to see that adorable grin wiped off his face for once.
The next day went the same way with Adam ignoring Tommy, except this time, Tommy’s face fell into a glare, his hand curling into a fist at his side to keep it from waving out of reflex. Adam pretended not to notice, but he couldn’t help smiling on the inside at Tommy’s frustration. (And though he certainly wouldn’t admit it, Tommy was kind of cute when he was angry.)
From then, their silent battle each day just got worse and worse. Rolling eyes progressed into middle fingers and eventually the angry silence gave way to murmured insults from both sides. Pretty soon, they were yelling back and forth everyday, fighting over the very sky they had co-inhabited for so long.
“Think you could drive that thing any slower?” Tommy would ask, pointing accusingly at Adam’s chariot.
“Think you could be more of an impatient asshole?” Adam would respond, pulling on the reigns slightly so the steeds would slow even more.
Tommy would push his hair out of his eyes, staring indignantly, knuckles turning white as he gripped his torch so tight that Adam was sure it would snap one of these days.
And on and on it went, weeks of fighting turning to months and years until all Adam knew was that he hated Tommy, no reasoning necessary. He couldn’t even remember why he was bothering to cooperate with Tommy. There was no reason why the world needed the night, he decided, and there certainly was no reason why he should have to keep moving out of the sky (his sky) for that lunar brat. Eventually, he had just had enough of this rotating bullshit, so one day he decided that he was done. He’d be damned if he was moving his sun anywhere.
Right on schedule, Tommy came waltzing into the sky, disgruntled look permanently fixed onto his face. He looked over and saw Adam’s chariot parked right by his moon, Adam sitting inside comfortably with a smirk on his face.
“Come on you jerk, I gotta light the moon,” he snapped. “Get out of my sky.”
“Your sky?” Adam laughed. “Last I checked it was mine too, so why the hell should I have to move?”
Tommy’s mouth drew into a tight line. “Because it’s my turn, fucking move,” he snarled, stepping closer to Adam’s chariot than he’d ever dared before.
Adam stood, meeting Tommy’s movements step for step. “No, I don’t think I will,” he replied calmly. “I think I should just stay right here.”
“You know what, I don’t have time for this!” Tommy yelled, stomping past Adam and around the sun to touch his torch to the moon.
Darkness fell over the world in an instant, the only remaining light in the sky coming from the moon blazing behind the sun, like a halo of a thousand silver sparks burning into the blackness.
“You little shit,” Adam said, stepping toward him and grabbing his torch from his hand, throwing it angrily behind them. “Look what you did! Are you happy now?”
“Me?!” Tommy spat. “You’re the one who wouldn’t leave! I’m just trying to do my job!” He reached up, tangling a hand in Adam’s shirt and pushing him against the back of his chariot.
Adam growled at Tommy’s sudden forcefulness, gripping his arms tightly and reversing their positions to tower over him. He leaned forward until the edge of the chariot was digging into Tommy’s back as he bent him backwards. “And what exactly do you think you’re doing Tommy?” he asked, relishing in the way Tommy’s breaths had sped up, eyes full of fire.
Their faces were so close that Tommy could feel Adam’s breath, warm and wet against his face. He clenched his jaw, his anger soon turning into something else entirely due to their proximity. Before he even realized what he was doing, he had his hand wrapped around the back of Adam’s neck and was pulling him down to crush their lips together. Adam responded almost immediately, mouth moving roughly against Tommy’s, both of them losing themselves to a kiss full of teeth scraping against lips and tongues battling for dominance over one another.
Tommy’s hand slipped down Adam’s back to grab at his ass, pulling them so close together that no space remained between them. Tommy gasped at the unexpected feeling of Adam’s cock, pressed hard up against his stomach, and he suddenly realized that he was just as hard as well.
Adam’s hands slipped under Tommy’s shirt, nails scratching red lines into his flesh as he pulled the garment over his head. Tommy thought he should maybe protest, but then Adam’s fingers flicked over his nipples and latched on, pinching almost painfully, and the will to fight it disappeared completely.
The situation snowballed from there, clothing discarded somewhere along the way, and suddenly Tommy found himself bent over the seat of Adam’s chariot, Adam’s fingers pushing deep inside him. Adam worked quickly and silently, adding more fingers without warning and barely giving Tommy time to adjust as his body tried to stretch to accommodate. Each motion felt like nails on a chalkboard, sending waves of warning shuddering up Tommy’s spine and spreading into his shaking limbs. And yet, he still couldn’t find the strength to resist, instead pushing back, wanton vowels bubbling out of his mouth. Tommy’s noises only fueled Adam, months of tension building to this moment as he pumped his fingers mercilessly in and out of him.
When Adam finally slid into Tommy, thick and perfect, Tommy moaned deep in his chest, all coherent thought abandoning him completely. He reached behind him to grab at Adam’s thighs, pulling him further in to take as much as he could. Adam groaned, the tight heat around him better than any sensation he’d ever felt. Adam began rocking, going deeper with each movement and setting up a rhythm that made Tommy’s head spin and his body tingle. Adam changed the angle, thrusting at just the right spot and Tommy arched backwards, bringing his back flush against Adam’s chest as he wrapped his fingers in Adam’s hair. He turned his head, feeling dizzy and out of breath, pulling Adam’s lips to his for a kiss full of the same intense passion but somehow more needy than all the others. Their lips finally parted and Tommy sucked in desperate gulps of air as Adam trailed his lips down to Tommy’s neck, his teeth sinking into the skin there. The pleasure and pain were too much and suddenly Tommy was finished, breath and voice caught in his throat, Adam following soon after.
Tommy slumped against the seat, Adam leaning on top of him, lips wet and gentle against his shoulder blades. After a few minutes, Adam finally pulled out and sat on the seat, pulling Tommy into his lap, both still panting in the aftermath. He planted a kiss to the mark, growing red and angry, on the side of Tommy’s neck. His eyes were clouded and glassy, full of apology and something else that surprised Tommy entirely. “That’s going to hurt later,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to…”
Tommy cut him off with a kiss, just barely a touch of lips against lips. “Nah, it’s fine. It’ll heal,” he said, finally understanding the way Adam had been acting. He could see that for the first time, Adam understood as well.
“I just-” Adam started, shaking his head, unable to finish his thought. Not needing to finish it.
“I get it, okay?” Tommy responded, kissing him again, this time more deeply. “Fucking, fighting, it’s all the same anyway.”
“Yeah, I guess it is,” Adam chuckled, resting his forehead against Tommy’s.
Tommy pulled away, staring into Adam’s eyes. “You’re kind of stupid though,” he added.
Adam’s eyebrows raised in question and maybe mild annoyance. Tommy laughed, continuing, “You do realize that my moon’s brightness depends on the light from your damn sun, yeah?”
Adam smiled, huffing out an amused breath. “Basically, we’re morons for fighting when we need each other for this to work?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Exactly,” Tommy said, grinning and hopping out of the chariot. “Now get out of my fucking sky already.”
Adam rolled his eyes and snapped the reins, the chariot taking off and ending the eclipse, leaving the still of the night in its wake. The moon shone over the world, bigger than it had ever appeared, the start of this night signaling a different beginning.