my id speaks in tongues and it worries me that i can't stop listening
Every so often when I get blocked, I realize that the actual problem is that I'm hitting the invisible wall between "if I squint, this is plausible" and "welcome to my id, it's goddamn creepy". Believe it or not, sociopathic AUs are not my purest id, and when people talk about my fic that disturbed them, they're not it either; that's the shit I
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Maybe this will inspire you? *hopeful*
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Adam pulled the chair out from under him, watching thoughtfully as Danny hit the floor with a broken moan. Before he can manage a full breath, Adam straddles him, putting his full weight on his chest. "Really," Adam says, "is it really Christian to be this unhelpful?"
Danny makes a strangled noise, blood bubbling from between his lips, one hand raising in an attempt to slap--the guy can't even punch. Rolling his eyes, Adam knocks his arm back to the floor with a satisfying crack, just shy of shattering bone. He's getting better with this strength thing.
"Okay, this isn't working for me," Adam tells him, irritated. Danny's panting and at this rate will asphyxiate on his own blood, which isn't part of the plan. Shifting his weight to his knees, Adam watches as Danny gasps desperately, mouth slick. This is really too tempting. "Come on, Danny. Pay or play, baby. But keep in mind, my toys wear out fast."
Licking his lips, Danny shivers, eyes glazing a little. The thrall thing is tempting, but Adam isn't feel the need to waste it on Danny, of all people.
"Ready to talk?" Behind him, Adam can hear Allison making soft, hungry sounds, coming closer. "Come on, Danny. Tell me where he is."
"I--no," Danny manages, teeth streaked red. Reaching down, Adam slicks a finger through the blood beneath his lower lip, amused at the way Danny flinches. Like that's going to do shit.
"Adam," Allison says, eyes huge and dilated black, staring at Danny's bloody mouth. It's not a particularly edifying sight, but the blood makes it worth it.
"Still scare you, Danny boy?" Adam breathes, licking his finger clean. "You have any idea what I'm going to do to you...."
"Don't." Danny squeezes his eyes shut. "I don't know, okay? None of us know where--they didn't tell us."
Bracing a hand on the floor, Adam leans forward, licking the fresh blood from his lower lip, tasting the sweet open wound beneath. "Who?" Adam says; unable to help himself, Danny opens his eyes, shiny dark and terrified, then shakes his head frantically. Adam almost sighs; for fuck's sake, does he think he's going to *win** here?
Levering himself up, Adam grabs Allison before her instincts can take over, pushing her gently toward the door; he just needs another minute. As it closes, he thinks the lock shut, just in case Allison loses control again; that's just fucking cool.
Danny scrambles backward to the far wall, pressing up against it like there's enough distance in the world to keep Adam away. Crossing the room, Adam crouches in front of him, tilting his head up until he can't look anywhere else.
"Danny, I'll tell you a secret. You're not going to die." Danny starts to shake, bloodshot eyes staring into Adam's in blank horror; Adam wipes another streak of blood from his mouth before licking his thumb clean, slow so Danny can watch. "But I'll make sure you'll never stop wishing you could."
Danny groans, low in his throat, shoulders slumping. Pleased, Adam tilts his head back further, stroking a nail along the long, stretched line of his throat. "Now. Tell me who."
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