Keep Your Soul Like A Secret In Your Throat 2/?
Title: Keep Your Soul Like A Secret In Your Throat 2/?
Pairing: Adam/Tommy, Adam/Isaac(not relationship wise)
Beta: i_glitterz
Author(s):i_glitterz and kittys_devil
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,300
Disclaimer: Please don't send to anyone named in this fic. I don't own anything or anyone. Not making any profit. Adam owns Tommy, Tommy owns Adam, and everyone else owns everyone else as well.
Warning: blood talk, persuasiveness, anger, refusal, angst(<- this chapter, that's all the warnings for now. Will add more with each chapter)
Summary: Adam's been neglecting himself from the one thing he needs to survive, but it's not like he's doing it on purpose; he's on tour and that distracts him from his need to feed. Tommy suggests to Adam that he can feed off of him, but Adam refuses, until he can't take it anymore and finally gives in. What happens when it becomes routine; Tommy being the only person he feeds from? And when the elephant in the room explodes, can they get back to where they were or will they become more than what they were to each other before?
Author's Notes: This will be a chaptered fic, thanks to adobejunkie for the banner and sorry for the time away. We've been busy working on other stories along with this one!
Adam’s grip on his wrist is tight, strong, and Tommy can feel his heart beat throbbing; he’s excited and nervous as hell. He doesn't know what he’s offering up, just knows that he wants to help Adam, feels the need to help him and so he relaxes his wrist, watches as Adam leans in and kisses right over his vein softly before opening his mouth.
When Adam’s fangs sink in, pain rushes throughout Tommy’s body, starting at his wrist and working its way directly to his heart. He forces his eyes shut, emotion consuming his body
because it hurts, and then there’s this overpowering pleasure and Tommy’s eyes fly open on a gasp, before he groans and looks down to see Adam staring up at him a confused look on his face.
Tommy watches his eyes change from purple to their blue grey and then he feels Adam suck the blood from his wrist. It’s weird, the pressure, but it feels like Adam’s touching every part of his body other than his wrist, warmth spreading through his veins and down further toward his very slowly filling erection.
“What’s going on?” Tommy forces out, his hand reaching up to push Adam’s hair off of his forehead. He feels connected to Adam more than he ever has in the two years he’s known him, and they were pretty close on the last tour.
He feels it when Adam finishes, because his fangs push in deeper before they retract. Adam sucks in a sharp breath, licks over the puncture wound on his wrist and closes it, leaving two
small, silver crescent scars. When Tommy touches them, they feel cooler than the rest of his body, the color around his wrist changing from a slight pinkish color to porcelain white.
Adam wraps Tommy in his arms and he sags against his chest, his whole body suddenly exhausted and all he wants to do is sleep, so he closes his eyes, rests his head on Adam shoulder, and breathes against his neck.
“Tommy? Baby, you need to lie down. Come on, I’ll get you something to drink in a moment. You must feel really thirsty.” Adam changes their positions, laying him down on the bed. He does feel thirsty, like his mouth’s dried up and he can’t get enough spit to moisten it. His head feels like it’s floating and he wonders why he feels high from Adam feeding on him, and why he wants Adam to do it again, to never stop.
“I’ll be right back, baby,” Adam says. He kisses Tommy’s cheek and then he’s gone, leaving him to his thoughts. Why does he want Adam to do it again?
He turns on his side, gets his arm underneath the pillow to pull it closer so he can bury his head and his thoughts.
When Adam returns, he’s finally changed into pajamas and a short sleeved black tee. He has a bottle of water in his hand and he sets it down along with some pills that Tommy assumes are for the headache he’s starting to sport.
“You’re gonna feel like a train wreck for a few hours, but since it’s about one in the morning, and we won’t be at the venue until this evening, you should probably get some sleep. I think I took too much from you. That’s why you’re feeling like someone just threw a sheet of rock at your head,” Adam rambles and Tommy shakes his head softly, minding his headache and holds his hand out for the bottle and the pain pills.
Adam hands them to him, softly running his fingers through Tommy’s hair while he swallows them down with the water, but he can’t stop drinking, like he’s parched.
“Fuck, why am I so thirsty? And what was that?” Tommy swallows the rest of the water and then puts the bottle down and stares at Adam, who suddenly looks guilty.
“I’m pretty sure I took too much for your first time. I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop. It was so good, so rich. I saw the pain you were in and used my venom to take it away, so you wouldn’t hurt.” Adam shifts and lays down next to Tommy, staring at him.
Tommy shifts closer, his knee bumping against Adam’s. “What was it like? How did it taste?” He needs to know, needs Adam to want to do it again as much as he does.
Adam scrunches his nose and Tommy’s face falls, his thoughts going wild. Adam doesn’t like it, doesn’t like the taste of his blood. Tommy doesn't know why that hurts so much but it does
and he closes his eyes against the on slaughter of emotion that he’s sure plays across his face. “It... I’ve never actually taken from the wrist before so it was weird, but fucking hell Tommy, your blood is addicting, like the most dangerous type of drug.”
Tommy keeps his eyes closed, but asks, “What did it taste like? Was it enough?”
Adam whines high in his throat and then sighs. “It was definitely enough, for now. Your blood tastes like any other kind of blood, but there’s something in it, like strawberries or some kind of spice that has me wanting to take more, get more from you.”
Tommy opens his eyes and looks at the hunger in Adam’s eyes, the way they change, little speckles of purples showing again. He smiles and moves closer, putting an arm around Adam. “I’m glad. So, do you want to do this again? Feed from me? It might be a shit load easier than having to find someone, dude.”
Adam chuckles then goes serious. “If we do this, you have to tell me when too much is too much.”
Tommy crinkles his nose and furrows his eyebrows. “Like you drinking my blood?”
Adam sighs and wraps an arm around him, rubbing his nose across his neck and Tommy shivers. “That too, but no, like when I become too much for you, like when you can’t take it anymore.”
Tommy’s heart drops into his stomach. “When?”
Adam nods and Tommy moves closer until he’s crushed against Adam’s chest. “It’ll get to be too much for you eventually, and you’ll need to tell me when that happens.”
Tommy shakes his head, but doesn’t argue even though he knows it won’t happen; he’ll never get tired of Adam, but he knows more about all of this than Tommy does. “Okay.”
They lay in silence for a moment and Tommy starts to slip under when he hears Adam say, “Tommy?”
Tommy shifts his arm and squeezes Adam to show he’s listening but too tired to talk.
“I want you to stay with me for a while, like sleep with me. Just until I know that you’re fine after I... you know.”
Tommy wants to smile at Adam’s hesitance, but all he does is squeeze Adam again and then sleep overtakes him and he isn’t surprised that his dreams are filled with Adam. He just welcomes it.
* * * *
Tommy wakes up the next morning wrapped up in Adam’s arms with a throbbing in both his head and his wrist. He’s still tired and doesn’t want to move, but his mind is already replaying everything that happened last night. He can feel the scars on his wrist beating like his body is calling out for Adam to sink his teeth into him again. He can’t help but think about how much he wants this, needs this, again.
He shifts and cracks his eyes open, looking at the light coming through the small window of Adam’s room. He remembers the first time Adam told him he was a vampire and Tommy didn’t
believe him aside from witnessing him feed from his ex Josh. He remembers asking Adam that if he’s a vampire, why doesn’t he burn to death or turn to dust in the light and Adam had laughed for a good fifteen minutes before he found the breath to explain to Tommy that it was a myth, though his skin is sensitive to the sun; the reason for his freckles.
Tommy can’t help but question everything Adam tells him because he’s a horror kind of guy, he watches movies about this type of shit, so he thought he had it all figured out until Adam comes out with sunlight not killing him, and that, no, garlic isn’t going to do anything to him, he’s just not very keen on the smell of it. And Adam looked at Tommy dubiously when he asked about the holy water and crucifix stuff. He told Tommy that, no, the only thing true was that he sucked blood, had fangs, and did live forever. And fuck no, he didn’t ever sparkle in the sunlight, which made Tommy laugh because he knew that, had seen Adam out and about in the sun.
“What are you thinking about?” That’s another thing, he isn’t a mind reader and can’t make Tommy do anything he doesn’t want unless he’s trying to feed and Adam isn’t the kind of vampire that takes; he wants willing partners which is why it’s sometimes hard for him
to feed.
“Everything and nothing.” Tommy shifts to his side and stares at Adam. Adam’s his best friend, he would do anything for him, but yet he still thinks that Adam is the most beautiful creature on Earth. He wonders if it’s just the vampire in him or if it’s the human part of him that still exists that makes him so magnificent.
Adam pushes his bangs back and he welcomes the warmth it leaves. He knows that in the beginning, he was the running joke of Adam’s type and bullshit like that, but Adam never said anything about it, has always treated him respectfully and never pushed his boundaries, unless they were on stage. But Tommy had given him permission for that the moment before the AMA’s happened. “We’ve been through a lot,” Tommy says.
Adam looks at him and whispers, “Yeah, we have.”
“We can go through this, too, without it destroying everything, right?” That’s what Tommy’s afraid of. Yes, he wants Adam well fed, and he’s putting himself out there to be his donor, but he asked for it, wants it like that because they’re so close and Adam can trust him and he can trust Adam. To him, it’s nothing sexual, just a friend helping a friend out, but to others, they might see it as him being Adam’s property and he doesn’t know how well he can
deal with that.
Adam squeezes Tommy’s arm; it’s like a show of comfort and Tommy loves it. “Of course! As I’ve said before, this is very difficult and I’m possessive, so if you want to do this, you have to be absolutely sure of it.”
Tommy thinks about that for a second. He could say no, Adam giving him an out, but he doesn’t want to. He wants to help Adam out, loves that Adam would let him if he wanted to. And he really wants Adam to feed from him again, can feel his wrist throbbing, but it’s not painful; it’s like the blood is rushing through it, telling Adam to bite, to take.
“I want you to feed from me again.” He doesn’t know if he meant to say it or not, but it’s out there and he wants to be honest with Adam as much as possible.
“Maybe later. Right now, you need to eat, replenish some of the energy I took from you last night.” Adam moves off the bed and Tommy follows, his headache already mostly gone. He
leaves Adam’s room and goes to his bunk, pulling out his suitcase from underneath it and opening it up to get a shirt and a pair of pants out. He quickly dresses right there, knows that he should feel embarrassed about changing practically in front of everyone, but he’s not, then he heads to the front of the bus where the rest of the band are, watching TV and eating breakfast. The smell of pancakes and eggs fill his senses and he inhales, wanting some of it.
He goes to the kitchenette and grabs a plate from the cabinet, filling it up and setting it down on the table next to Cam and Ashley. “You look exhausted this morning. Did you sleep well last night?”
Tommy smiles at Ashley and sits next to her, kissing he cheek and grabbing her fork to stab some eggs. This is good, what he needs, the connection with everyone. But he also wants Adam to feed from him again. Was it just the way he came into things with Adam that made him feel like someone else, like he changed his whole personality over a bite? “Just a little worn down, is all. I’m fine, but thanks.”
Tommy catches Adam’s concerned look, but ignores it in favor of talking with Ashley. He’ll deal with Adam’s concern later. He feels fine, better than fine, like he’s awake and alert after so long without being and it’s addicting. He wants to feel like this all the time.
Adam brushes his hair off his face and he looks up, smiling. “You feel any better?”
Tommy mumbles around three bites of pancake that he’s stuffed into his mouth. God, he’s so hungry. He needs to remember to eat before and after Adam feeds because it does take a lot out of him. When he swallows, he smiles at Adam and says, “I feel awesome.”
Adam’s concern doesn’t waver, but he smiles, and that’s all that Tommy cares about. He’ll get Adam to feed again, and soon, but for now, the constant touches make him feel so good and he doesn’t want that to end.
Pairing: Adam/Tommy, Adam/Isaac(not relationship wise)
Beta: i_glitterz
Author(s):i_glitterz and kittys_devil
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,300
Disclaimer: Please don't send to anyone named in this fic. I don't own anything or anyone. Not making any profit. Adam owns Tommy, Tommy owns Adam, and everyone else owns everyone else as well.
Warning: blood talk, persuasiveness, anger, refusal, angst(<- this chapter, that's all the warnings for now. Will add more with each chapter)
Summary: Adam's been neglecting himself from the one thing he needs to survive, but it's not like he's doing it on purpose; he's on tour and that distracts him from his need to feed. Tommy suggests to Adam that he can feed off of him, but Adam refuses, until he can't take it anymore and finally gives in. What happens when it becomes routine; Tommy being the only person he feeds from? And when the elephant in the room explodes, can they get back to where they were or will they become more than what they were to each other before?
Author's Notes: This will be a chaptered fic, thanks to adobejunkie for the banner and sorry for the time away. We've been busy working on other stories along with this one!
Adam’s grip on his wrist is tight, strong, and Tommy can feel his heart beat throbbing; he’s excited and nervous as hell. He doesn't know what he’s offering up, just knows that he wants to help Adam, feels the need to help him and so he relaxes his wrist, watches as Adam leans in and kisses right over his vein softly before opening his mouth.
When Adam’s fangs sink in, pain rushes throughout Tommy’s body, starting at his wrist and working its way directly to his heart. He forces his eyes shut, emotion consuming his body
because it hurts, and then there’s this overpowering pleasure and Tommy’s eyes fly open on a gasp, before he groans and looks down to see Adam staring up at him a confused look on his face.
Tommy watches his eyes change from purple to their blue grey and then he feels Adam suck the blood from his wrist. It’s weird, the pressure, but it feels like Adam’s touching every part of his body other than his wrist, warmth spreading through his veins and down further toward his very slowly filling erection.
“What’s going on?” Tommy forces out, his hand reaching up to push Adam’s hair off of his forehead. He feels connected to Adam more than he ever has in the two years he’s known him, and they were pretty close on the last tour.
He feels it when Adam finishes, because his fangs push in deeper before they retract. Adam sucks in a sharp breath, licks over the puncture wound on his wrist and closes it, leaving two
small, silver crescent scars. When Tommy touches them, they feel cooler than the rest of his body, the color around his wrist changing from a slight pinkish color to porcelain white.
Adam wraps Tommy in his arms and he sags against his chest, his whole body suddenly exhausted and all he wants to do is sleep, so he closes his eyes, rests his head on Adam shoulder, and breathes against his neck.
“Tommy? Baby, you need to lie down. Come on, I’ll get you something to drink in a moment. You must feel really thirsty.” Adam changes their positions, laying him down on the bed. He does feel thirsty, like his mouth’s dried up and he can’t get enough spit to moisten it. His head feels like it’s floating and he wonders why he feels high from Adam feeding on him, and why he wants Adam to do it again, to never stop.
“I’ll be right back, baby,” Adam says. He kisses Tommy’s cheek and then he’s gone, leaving him to his thoughts. Why does he want Adam to do it again?
He turns on his side, gets his arm underneath the pillow to pull it closer so he can bury his head and his thoughts.
When Adam returns, he’s finally changed into pajamas and a short sleeved black tee. He has a bottle of water in his hand and he sets it down along with some pills that Tommy assumes are for the headache he’s starting to sport.
“You’re gonna feel like a train wreck for a few hours, but since it’s about one in the morning, and we won’t be at the venue until this evening, you should probably get some sleep. I think I took too much from you. That’s why you’re feeling like someone just threw a sheet of rock at your head,” Adam rambles and Tommy shakes his head softly, minding his headache and holds his hand out for the bottle and the pain pills.
Adam hands them to him, softly running his fingers through Tommy’s hair while he swallows them down with the water, but he can’t stop drinking, like he’s parched.
“Fuck, why am I so thirsty? And what was that?” Tommy swallows the rest of the water and then puts the bottle down and stares at Adam, who suddenly looks guilty.
“I’m pretty sure I took too much for your first time. I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop. It was so good, so rich. I saw the pain you were in and used my venom to take it away, so you wouldn’t hurt.” Adam shifts and lays down next to Tommy, staring at him.
Tommy shifts closer, his knee bumping against Adam’s. “What was it like? How did it taste?” He needs to know, needs Adam to want to do it again as much as he does.
Adam scrunches his nose and Tommy’s face falls, his thoughts going wild. Adam doesn’t like it, doesn’t like the taste of his blood. Tommy doesn't know why that hurts so much but it does
and he closes his eyes against the on slaughter of emotion that he’s sure plays across his face. “It... I’ve never actually taken from the wrist before so it was weird, but fucking hell Tommy, your blood is addicting, like the most dangerous type of drug.”
Tommy keeps his eyes closed, but asks, “What did it taste like? Was it enough?”
Adam whines high in his throat and then sighs. “It was definitely enough, for now. Your blood tastes like any other kind of blood, but there’s something in it, like strawberries or some kind of spice that has me wanting to take more, get more from you.”
Tommy opens his eyes and looks at the hunger in Adam’s eyes, the way they change, little speckles of purples showing again. He smiles and moves closer, putting an arm around Adam. “I’m glad. So, do you want to do this again? Feed from me? It might be a shit load easier than having to find someone, dude.”
Adam chuckles then goes serious. “If we do this, you have to tell me when too much is too much.”
Tommy crinkles his nose and furrows his eyebrows. “Like you drinking my blood?”
Adam sighs and wraps an arm around him, rubbing his nose across his neck and Tommy shivers. “That too, but no, like when I become too much for you, like when you can’t take it anymore.”
Tommy’s heart drops into his stomach. “When?”
Adam nods and Tommy moves closer until he’s crushed against Adam’s chest. “It’ll get to be too much for you eventually, and you’ll need to tell me when that happens.”
Tommy shakes his head, but doesn’t argue even though he knows it won’t happen; he’ll never get tired of Adam, but he knows more about all of this than Tommy does. “Okay.”
They lay in silence for a moment and Tommy starts to slip under when he hears Adam say, “Tommy?”
Tommy shifts his arm and squeezes Adam to show he’s listening but too tired to talk.
“I want you to stay with me for a while, like sleep with me. Just until I know that you’re fine after I... you know.”
Tommy wants to smile at Adam’s hesitance, but all he does is squeeze Adam again and then sleep overtakes him and he isn’t surprised that his dreams are filled with Adam. He just welcomes it.
* * * *
Tommy wakes up the next morning wrapped up in Adam’s arms with a throbbing in both his head and his wrist. He’s still tired and doesn’t want to move, but his mind is already replaying everything that happened last night. He can feel the scars on his wrist beating like his body is calling out for Adam to sink his teeth into him again. He can’t help but think about how much he wants this, needs this, again.
He shifts and cracks his eyes open, looking at the light coming through the small window of Adam’s room. He remembers the first time Adam told him he was a vampire and Tommy didn’t
believe him aside from witnessing him feed from his ex Josh. He remembers asking Adam that if he’s a vampire, why doesn’t he burn to death or turn to dust in the light and Adam had laughed for a good fifteen minutes before he found the breath to explain to Tommy that it was a myth, though his skin is sensitive to the sun; the reason for his freckles.
Tommy can’t help but question everything Adam tells him because he’s a horror kind of guy, he watches movies about this type of shit, so he thought he had it all figured out until Adam comes out with sunlight not killing him, and that, no, garlic isn’t going to do anything to him, he’s just not very keen on the smell of it. And Adam looked at Tommy dubiously when he asked about the holy water and crucifix stuff. He told Tommy that, no, the only thing true was that he sucked blood, had fangs, and did live forever. And fuck no, he didn’t ever sparkle in the sunlight, which made Tommy laugh because he knew that, had seen Adam out and about in the sun.
“What are you thinking about?” That’s another thing, he isn’t a mind reader and can’t make Tommy do anything he doesn’t want unless he’s trying to feed and Adam isn’t the kind of vampire that takes; he wants willing partners which is why it’s sometimes hard for him
to feed.
“Everything and nothing.” Tommy shifts to his side and stares at Adam. Adam’s his best friend, he would do anything for him, but yet he still thinks that Adam is the most beautiful creature on Earth. He wonders if it’s just the vampire in him or if it’s the human part of him that still exists that makes him so magnificent.
Adam pushes his bangs back and he welcomes the warmth it leaves. He knows that in the beginning, he was the running joke of Adam’s type and bullshit like that, but Adam never said anything about it, has always treated him respectfully and never pushed his boundaries, unless they were on stage. But Tommy had given him permission for that the moment before the AMA’s happened. “We’ve been through a lot,” Tommy says.
Adam looks at him and whispers, “Yeah, we have.”
“We can go through this, too, without it destroying everything, right?” That’s what Tommy’s afraid of. Yes, he wants Adam well fed, and he’s putting himself out there to be his donor, but he asked for it, wants it like that because they’re so close and Adam can trust him and he can trust Adam. To him, it’s nothing sexual, just a friend helping a friend out, but to others, they might see it as him being Adam’s property and he doesn’t know how well he can
deal with that.
Adam squeezes Tommy’s arm; it’s like a show of comfort and Tommy loves it. “Of course! As I’ve said before, this is very difficult and I’m possessive, so if you want to do this, you have to be absolutely sure of it.”
Tommy thinks about that for a second. He could say no, Adam giving him an out, but he doesn’t want to. He wants to help Adam out, loves that Adam would let him if he wanted to. And he really wants Adam to feed from him again, can feel his wrist throbbing, but it’s not painful; it’s like the blood is rushing through it, telling Adam to bite, to take.
“I want you to feed from me again.” He doesn’t know if he meant to say it or not, but it’s out there and he wants to be honest with Adam as much as possible.
“Maybe later. Right now, you need to eat, replenish some of the energy I took from you last night.” Adam moves off the bed and Tommy follows, his headache already mostly gone. He
leaves Adam’s room and goes to his bunk, pulling out his suitcase from underneath it and opening it up to get a shirt and a pair of pants out. He quickly dresses right there, knows that he should feel embarrassed about changing practically in front of everyone, but he’s not, then he heads to the front of the bus where the rest of the band are, watching TV and eating breakfast. The smell of pancakes and eggs fill his senses and he inhales, wanting some of it.
He goes to the kitchenette and grabs a plate from the cabinet, filling it up and setting it down on the table next to Cam and Ashley. “You look exhausted this morning. Did you sleep well last night?”
Tommy smiles at Ashley and sits next to her, kissing he cheek and grabbing her fork to stab some eggs. This is good, what he needs, the connection with everyone. But he also wants Adam to feed from him again. Was it just the way he came into things with Adam that made him feel like someone else, like he changed his whole personality over a bite? “Just a little worn down, is all. I’m fine, but thanks.”
Tommy catches Adam’s concerned look, but ignores it in favor of talking with Ashley. He’ll deal with Adam’s concern later. He feels fine, better than fine, like he’s awake and alert after so long without being and it’s addicting. He wants to feel like this all the time.
Adam brushes his hair off his face and he looks up, smiling. “You feel any better?”
Tommy mumbles around three bites of pancake that he’s stuffed into his mouth. God, he’s so hungry. He needs to remember to eat before and after Adam feeds because it does take a lot out of him. When he swallows, he smiles at Adam and says, “I feel awesome.”
Adam’s concern doesn’t waver, but he smiles, and that’s all that Tommy cares about. He’ll get Adam to feed again, and soon, but for now, the constant touches make him feel so good and he doesn’t want that to end.