Fic: Radiant Under Light
Title: Radiant Under Light
Author: solarbaby614
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 1451
Summary: Kris is the sacrifice to the Glam God Adam.
Notes: For my schmoop_bingo prompt: birthday, kissbingo prompt: dirty, au_bingo : fantasy and supernatural: gods and goddesses, hc_bingo : captivity, and for the kradam_ai Summer Heat Wave Challenge #2: Supernatural.
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This is hardly how Kris originally planned to spend his Solstice Eve.
Kris gives the chains a few more tugs but they hold fast. At least the alter he’s stuck to is somewhat comfortable. It’s fur lined, adding much needed warmth for the already too cold winter day, and its decorated with gems and beads and food and what appears to be glitter that’s sticking to his clothes.
The perfect alter for a fucking virgin sacrifice to a Glam God.
This is what he gets for trying to be a good Samaritan. But all he’d managed to do was piss off the town mayor, which got him chosen.
He shivers, the cold wind soaking into his thin shirt, and tries to curl up but can’t pull his legs up far enough. Kris gives a sigh. It was starting to get dark and soon the festivals would start back in town.
The sun disappears over the horizon and there’s an obvious change in the air; the wind dies down and the woods go silent, it’s almost as if the air gets heavier. He glances up and gives another shiver but this time for a completely different reason.
“Hello,” the strange man says cheerfully.
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“Um,” Kris replies. “Hello?”
“I have to say,” the man approaches him stopping a few feet from the alter and tilts his head, the gem stones beside his eyes glittering in the firelight while the rest of him stays mostly in the shadows, “their taste is getting much, much better.”
“Uh huh,” he says slowly, eyeing him. Either the man was crazy or drunk or both because why else would someone leave the relative safety of the festivities to go traipsing in the woods on the longest, coldest night of the year.
“Now what do I do with you?” He steps forward and Kris catches sight of markings that trail down his arms in the firelight and he realizes this isn’t a crazy drunk at all but something very different. The Glam God pauses when he sees the change come over Kris. “Huh,” he says.
Kris just offers his chained wrists, hoping that he will at least get this before he’s killed or maimed or whatever it is that happens to the Solstice offerings. There’s a smirk and a blink and they fall off with a clang. When he shifts, Kris realizes that his feet are free as well and he slips off the alter, only to have his legs give out when he tries to stand.
An arm wraps around his waist and he’s hauled back up til he’s sitting on the alter. “So what’s your name?”
“Kris.”
He’s grinning down at him, obviously pleased. “I’m Adam.”
The Glam God… Adam? Kris blinks. “So…. Now what?”
“The general idea is that I despoil the virgin sacrifices, which is why they’re virgin sacrifices, and sweep them off to my sweet sensuous palace of carnality.” Adam informs him happily. “But I haven’t done that in years. I’m sure Brad can find something for you to do.”
“Brad?”
“My High Priest.”
Of course. “You could always let me go.” Kris has to try even though he knows it won’t work.
There’s a hurt expression on Adam’s face that almost has him apologizing, cause it isn’t his fault Kris had been forced into this, but he bites his tongue. Adam shakes his head with a determined look on his face. “Not happening.” Kris isn’t quick enough to cover the look of disappointment on his face and Adam sees and shifts guiltily, looking away. “The last time I let a offering go they ended up being stoned to death. They saw her return as a bad omen.” He glances back up and gives a shaky grin. “Anyways, its rude to return a birthday gift.”
Kris can’t help but reach out and lay a hand on his arm, comfortingly. Adam seems surprised by the action and stares down at the hand, befuddled, and Kris almost pulls his hand back but a hand comes up to cover it. When he glances back up Adam is smiling.
Adam reaches out and tugs until he slips off the alter and pulls Kris against his side once he’s steady on his feet. “I know exactly what I’m going to do with you!” he announces.
“And what’s that?”
There’s a mischievous grin on Adam’s face. “I’m taking you to the festival.”
-
Later, Kris finds himself staring down at the lights and people out of a wall of windows from seven stories up. It’s all glittering, giving it an almost ethereal feel and Kris can see why it’s a celebration of Adam, who, Kris notices when he turns around, seems to be taking perverse please in shaking his head and sending glitter falling on Brad’s carpet.
Adam is stretched out on one of the chairs, his head tilted back over one of the arms, his leg bouncing with barely concealed energy. “Come on, Brad,” he calls. “We’re missing all the fun.”
There’s a loud bang from the bathroom followed with a barely muffled ‘fuck you’. Adam laughs.
Watching them bicker had been amusing, and more surprising than not, because Adam is technically a god which doesn’t seem to phase Brad. His introduction had been Adam wrapping his arms around his shoulders from the back and saying ‘This is Kris. I’m keeping him.’.
Brad just gave him a pitying look, said ‘poor thing’ and barely ducked out of the way of a pillow as he made his way to the bathroom to finish getting ready.
Adam glances up at Kris, his head hanging upside down over the chair arm. “He’s so high maintenance.”
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“Brad was the last sacrifice that I ever… you know.” Adam tells them as they stroll down the street. The crowd parts for them but that has to be Adam’s doing because other than that they don’t get a second glance. “He’s the reason that I don’t anymore.”
Kris knows it’s irrational but he can still feel the tug of jealousy at the pit of his stomach.
“We’re not involved anymore, of course, but he does try to keep me from being too much of an ass.” Adam’s eyes sparkle as he catches sight of something in the crowd. “Oooo… candied apples.”
Then he’s being drug through the crowd again.
-
The sun is starting to rise and the festival is wrapping up. Most of the music has stopped and many of the people have long since returned to their homes. Kris had seen Brad disappear off down the street probably half an hour before, sans shirt, after giving him a peck on the cheek and giggling at the glare it had earned from Adam.
“Um…” The sound is made into Kris’s hair and Adam’s arms are wrapped around him. “Favorite birthday ever.” He nuzzles into his hair. “I like you.” There’s a pleased sigh. “I haven’t liked someone this much since Brad.” His head slips down and Kris can feel the warm breath on his ear. “Can I tell you a secret?”
Kris can’t help but laugh because unwilling sacrifice or not, he’s enjoyed himself and Adam isn’t bad company for a god. “Sure.”
There’s a pause and for a second Kris is sure that he’s either reconsidered or fallen unconscious, though he’s not sure the later is possible. Then Adam’s arms tighten. “I like you more.” Adam buries his face in his throat and asks, “Is that okay?”
Kris isn’t sure what to say. Then he is. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”
“Really?”
He nods and suddenly finds himself spun around and pulled against the Glam God’s chest. Then Adam’s lips are on his and its more than okay. Adam pulls him closer, pressing their bodies together and Kris can’t help but whimper at the friction and suddenly there‘s nothing more important than touching.
Adam growls at the sound and licks his way inside. He makes a broken noise at whatever he finds and somehow that turns Kris on even more.
One of his hands works his way into Adam’s hair, soft against his fingers, and the other slides under the jacket, resting on his hip.
The next thing he knows he’s being pinned to a brick wall and being kissed long and deep. Kris can feel the metal of the rings through his shirt as Adam pushes himself closer, wanting. It turns hungry and dirty and full of promise; Kris whines in response. He pulls back and Kris tries to follow, pouting when he’s held back.
“I’m going to keep you,” Adam whispers, his eyes glowing as Kris’s hand tightens in his hair and he nips at the arm.
Kris just laughs. “Okay.”
Author: solarbaby614
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 1451
Summary: Kris is the sacrifice to the Glam God Adam.
Notes: For my schmoop_bingo prompt: birthday, kissbingo prompt: dirty, au_bingo : fantasy and supernatural: gods and goddesses, hc_bingo : captivity, and for the kradam_ai Summer Heat Wave Challenge #2: Supernatural.
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This is hardly how Kris originally planned to spend his Solstice Eve.
Kris gives the chains a few more tugs but they hold fast. At least the alter he’s stuck to is somewhat comfortable. It’s fur lined, adding much needed warmth for the already too cold winter day, and its decorated with gems and beads and food and what appears to be glitter that’s sticking to his clothes.
The perfect alter for a fucking virgin sacrifice to a Glam God.
This is what he gets for trying to be a good Samaritan. But all he’d managed to do was piss off the town mayor, which got him chosen.
He shivers, the cold wind soaking into his thin shirt, and tries to curl up but can’t pull his legs up far enough. Kris gives a sigh. It was starting to get dark and soon the festivals would start back in town.
The sun disappears over the horizon and there’s an obvious change in the air; the wind dies down and the woods go silent, it’s almost as if the air gets heavier. He glances up and gives another shiver but this time for a completely different reason.
“Hello,” the strange man says cheerfully.
-
“Um,” Kris replies. “Hello?”
“I have to say,” the man approaches him stopping a few feet from the alter and tilts his head, the gem stones beside his eyes glittering in the firelight while the rest of him stays mostly in the shadows, “their taste is getting much, much better.”
“Uh huh,” he says slowly, eyeing him. Either the man was crazy or drunk or both because why else would someone leave the relative safety of the festivities to go traipsing in the woods on the longest, coldest night of the year.
“Now what do I do with you?” He steps forward and Kris catches sight of markings that trail down his arms in the firelight and he realizes this isn’t a crazy drunk at all but something very different. The Glam God pauses when he sees the change come over Kris. “Huh,” he says.
Kris just offers his chained wrists, hoping that he will at least get this before he’s killed or maimed or whatever it is that happens to the Solstice offerings. There’s a smirk and a blink and they fall off with a clang. When he shifts, Kris realizes that his feet are free as well and he slips off the alter, only to have his legs give out when he tries to stand.
An arm wraps around his waist and he’s hauled back up til he’s sitting on the alter. “So what’s your name?”
“Kris.”
He’s grinning down at him, obviously pleased. “I’m Adam.”
The Glam God… Adam? Kris blinks. “So…. Now what?”
“The general idea is that I despoil the virgin sacrifices, which is why they’re virgin sacrifices, and sweep them off to my sweet sensuous palace of carnality.” Adam informs him happily. “But I haven’t done that in years. I’m sure Brad can find something for you to do.”
“Brad?”
“My High Priest.”
Of course. “You could always let me go.” Kris has to try even though he knows it won’t work.
There’s a hurt expression on Adam’s face that almost has him apologizing, cause it isn’t his fault Kris had been forced into this, but he bites his tongue. Adam shakes his head with a determined look on his face. “Not happening.” Kris isn’t quick enough to cover the look of disappointment on his face and Adam sees and shifts guiltily, looking away. “The last time I let a offering go they ended up being stoned to death. They saw her return as a bad omen.” He glances back up and gives a shaky grin. “Anyways, its rude to return a birthday gift.”
Kris can’t help but reach out and lay a hand on his arm, comfortingly. Adam seems surprised by the action and stares down at the hand, befuddled, and Kris almost pulls his hand back but a hand comes up to cover it. When he glances back up Adam is smiling.
Adam reaches out and tugs until he slips off the alter and pulls Kris against his side once he’s steady on his feet. “I know exactly what I’m going to do with you!” he announces.
“And what’s that?”
There’s a mischievous grin on Adam’s face. “I’m taking you to the festival.”
-
Later, Kris finds himself staring down at the lights and people out of a wall of windows from seven stories up. It’s all glittering, giving it an almost ethereal feel and Kris can see why it’s a celebration of Adam, who, Kris notices when he turns around, seems to be taking perverse please in shaking his head and sending glitter falling on Brad’s carpet.
Adam is stretched out on one of the chairs, his head tilted back over one of the arms, his leg bouncing with barely concealed energy. “Come on, Brad,” he calls. “We’re missing all the fun.”
There’s a loud bang from the bathroom followed with a barely muffled ‘fuck you’. Adam laughs.
Watching them bicker had been amusing, and more surprising than not, because Adam is technically a god which doesn’t seem to phase Brad. His introduction had been Adam wrapping his arms around his shoulders from the back and saying ‘This is Kris. I’m keeping him.’.
Brad just gave him a pitying look, said ‘poor thing’ and barely ducked out of the way of a pillow as he made his way to the bathroom to finish getting ready.
Adam glances up at Kris, his head hanging upside down over the chair arm. “He’s so high maintenance.”
-
“Brad was the last sacrifice that I ever… you know.” Adam tells them as they stroll down the street. The crowd parts for them but that has to be Adam’s doing because other than that they don’t get a second glance. “He’s the reason that I don’t anymore.”
Kris knows it’s irrational but he can still feel the tug of jealousy at the pit of his stomach.
“We’re not involved anymore, of course, but he does try to keep me from being too much of an ass.” Adam’s eyes sparkle as he catches sight of something in the crowd. “Oooo… candied apples.”
Then he’s being drug through the crowd again.
-
The sun is starting to rise and the festival is wrapping up. Most of the music has stopped and many of the people have long since returned to their homes. Kris had seen Brad disappear off down the street probably half an hour before, sans shirt, after giving him a peck on the cheek and giggling at the glare it had earned from Adam.
“Um…” The sound is made into Kris’s hair and Adam’s arms are wrapped around him. “Favorite birthday ever.” He nuzzles into his hair. “I like you.” There’s a pleased sigh. “I haven’t liked someone this much since Brad.” His head slips down and Kris can feel the warm breath on his ear. “Can I tell you a secret?”
Kris can’t help but laugh because unwilling sacrifice or not, he’s enjoyed himself and Adam isn’t bad company for a god. “Sure.”
There’s a pause and for a second Kris is sure that he’s either reconsidered or fallen unconscious, though he’s not sure the later is possible. Then Adam’s arms tighten. “I like you more.” Adam buries his face in his throat and asks, “Is that okay?”
Kris isn’t sure what to say. Then he is. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”
“Really?”
He nods and suddenly finds himself spun around and pulled against the Glam God’s chest. Then Adam’s lips are on his and its more than okay. Adam pulls him closer, pressing their bodies together and Kris can’t help but whimper at the friction and suddenly there‘s nothing more important than touching.
Adam growls at the sound and licks his way inside. He makes a broken noise at whatever he finds and somehow that turns Kris on even more.
One of his hands works his way into Adam’s hair, soft against his fingers, and the other slides under the jacket, resting on his hip.
The next thing he knows he’s being pinned to a brick wall and being kissed long and deep. Kris can feel the metal of the rings through his shirt as Adam pushes himself closer, wanting. It turns hungry and dirty and full of promise; Kris whines in response. He pulls back and Kris tries to follow, pouting when he’s held back.
“I’m going to keep you,” Adam whispers, his eyes glowing as Kris’s hand tightens in his hair and he nips at the arm.
Kris just laughs. “Okay.”