Return Engagement Chapter 6/13
Title: Return Engagement, Chapter 6/13
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Summary: Adam’s attempt to honor the past creates chaos and terror in the present
Warnings: language, angst, sex, murder off page, hauntings, supernatural possession - BEWARE OF TRIGGERS: new warnings may be added as warranted
Additional warnings: dub-con, drugging, manipulation, attempted rape
Tamer Chapter Six found at http://community.livejournal.com/glambert_fic/293107.html
Note: hold on to your hats…or blankies…or loved ones…here it goes. Tried to make the dialogue match what Adam is hearing.
Chapter 1 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6232.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6630.html#cutid1
Chapter 3 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6833.html#cutid1
Chapter 4 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7322.html#cutid1
Chapter 5 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7499.html#cutid1
CHAPTER SIX
Adam lay sprawled out on the bed. His head was spinning 360 degrees and Kris’ voice in his ears was slow, deep, warped. Adam couldn’t move. His limbs felt like lead but he could sense what was happening around him. It was playing out like a bad B-movie and he was the star.
His boots came off, then he was pulled up by the arms into a sitting position. He would have fallen off the bed if not for Kris’ chest holding him up. His jacket was being removed.
“There…. we…. go…. looovvveeeerrrrr…. let’s…. get…. comfyyyyyyyy.”
“Kris…” Adam mumbled into his shoulder, “…why….”
Hot hands ran up his chest and took his shirt with them.
“That’s….bbbeeetttttteeerrr.”
Adam was lowered back down. Kris’ hand rested on his stomach, pressing possessively.
“I…. promissssse…. you…. you…. will…. have…. a…. night…. to…. rememmmmmber…. mayyyyyybeeeeee.”
Adam stared at Kris hovering over him. He saw three faces, switching back and forth, crossing each other. His husband’s eyes were….glowing, he would swear they were glowing. Kris moved away and hands grabbed Adam under the arms and dragged him back until his head was on a pillow and his legs were repositioned so he lying lengthwise on the bed. He disappeared again then Adam heard the click - the door locked.
Things moved in slow motion. Kris removed his jacket then his shirt, his eyes transfixed on Adam. Kris crawled up the bed, between Adam’s legs and then he stretched out on top of the prone body, his face inches from Adam’s.
“I…. can’t…. wait…. to…. make…. you…. screeeeeeeeaaaaammmm…. my…. name. I’m…. going…. to…. fuck…. you…. so…. hard…. and…. lllloooonnnngggg…. you…. won’t…. be…able…. to…. sit…. for…. a…. weeeeeekkkkkk.”
Kris grabbed two fistfuls of hair and licked Adam slowly up his throat and Adam’s apple, over his chin and into his mouth. Adam couldn’t respond, couldn’t breath as the invading tongue licked everything in his mouth, pushing down his throat, making him choke. His lips were sucked and bit until he could taste blood in his mouth.
“Soooooo…. tastyyyyyy…. how…. can…. you…. be…. so…. fuuuucccckkkkiiiinnngggg… hot…. with…. out…. combusting?”
He bit hard on Adam’s ear, making Adam whimper. He turned his head to the side as Kris sucked his neck. The coffee…..mug….he…must have put something…in…it.
“Baby…why…are… you - I’m…already…yours.”
“Nooooooo…. nooooooo… must…. have…. you…. make…. you…. miiiinnnneeee!”
The sucking intensified, traveling to his collarbone and shoulders. Kris tugged Adam’s arms over his head and pinned him hard to the mattress. Adam’s head shook from side to side.
“Stop….Kris….please….don’t….”
His arms were let go but he couldn’t lift them. Kris nipped at his underarms and crossed his smooth chest stopping between his nipples. Kris sat up, straddling Adam’s hips. He ran his hands slowly up and down Adam’s pecks.
“Sooooo…. haaarrrddd…. I…. want…. all…. of…. you…. haaaarrrrrddddd.”
Without taking his eyes of Adam’s face, Kris reached back and slowly ran his hand up and down Adam’s bulge and then he gripped it in a vice hold. Adam squeezed his eyes closed and cried weakly. Kris laughed triumphantly. He squeezed again. Adam cried out again, tears trailing down the sides of his face.
“Yourrrrr…. mind…. might…. fight…. mmmmeeeeee…. but…. I…. can…. make…. your…. bodyyyyyyy….. respond.”
Kris slid his open legs down Adam’s body until his face was at Adam’s chest. His hot mouth suckled the nipples, engorging them, drawing them to dark red hard nibs. Kris’ hand worked their way down Adam’s sides, sliding under and cupping his ass, kneading through the leather pants.
“Just… like… a… tiny… assssssss,” Kris growled, his tongue now in Adam’s navel, diving in, thrusting in.
The tears kept coming. Why was Kris forcing himself on him - drugs? Adam concentrated hard, forcing his eyes to focus on Kris fucking his naval. What was slipped to Kris to make him turn into a, a rapist?
“No….no…Kris….stop….this….”
Kris looked up, eyelids heavy with lust. An evil sneer covered his wet lips.
“Shut… the…. fuck… uuuuuuuup…. lover…. or…. do…. I…. neeeeeeed… to…. shut…. you…. up…. with…. my…. dick?
--*--
Hell, why couldn’t Adam just shut up and enjoy it! Bobby climbed off and undid his pants, yanking them off and then released himself from the constraints of his shorts. He was so hard it hurt. He rubbed himself, wishing Adam was in shape to do it but he couldn’t have everything.
Next, Bobby relieved Adam of his constraints, peeling back the leather like peeling a giant banana. Bobby’s breath caught.
“Magnificent.”
Despite Adam’s halfass protests, his manipulations had worked and Adam stood proud, ready and waiting. Climbing back on the bed, Bobby ran his tongue up Adam’s inner legs and stopped just short of his cock. He hovered over the hard member and licked his lips.
“All…. mine.”
He started to lower his lips, mouth widening.
Next thing Bobby knew, he was flying off the bed and tumbling on the floor, rolling until he bumped against the love seat.
“What the fuck!”
Someone was lying on him. He stared. No, no, why, why!
“Leave him alone!”
“Audra?”
He tried to push her off but she resisted.
“I can’t let you do this! You can’t have Adam!”
Bobby started laughing uncontrollably. He couldn’t help himself. This meek, weak woman was really trying to tell him what to do? How delicious!
“Let me up Audra,” he said sternly, scolding her. “You don’t want me angry at you. Remember what happened the last time you made me angry?”
“I’m already dead, Bobby, you can’t hurt me anymore. I won’t let you use poor Kris to rape his own husband.”
Bobby had had enough. He tried to throw her off but she wouldn’t budge. He thought he’d try another tactic.
His tone became conversational.
“Isn’t this interesting.”
“What?”
“You couldn’t touch Kris before but when I’m inside him, you can hold and touch his body. Wouldn’t you like more of that Audra? Would you like him to make love to you?”
A flood of heat filled Audra’s core. She looked at the body of Kris beneath her. Bobby had softened his face so he resembled the Kris she first laid eyes on and fell for. She had imagined being with him, being with a man gentle and caring. A part of her wished it could happen.
“Would you like him to run his hands through your hair?”
Bobby ran Kris’ hands through Audra’s long hair, massaging her scalp, then coming down and caressing her cheek.
“Would you like him to run his hands over your body?”
Bobby moved Kris’ hand to Audra’s breast, cupping and fondling her, bringing her nipple to a hard peak. Her breathing came faster. He brought Kris’ lips to her breast, licking her through the gold fabric of her dress.
“Say the word Audra, and you can feel Kris buried deep in you, feeling you.”
Her head fell forward, enjoying the sensation of Kris’ mouth on her but….it wasn’t Kris, It was Bobby. Kris didn’t want her. Kris literally didn’t know she existed. This was all Bobby. He wanted her distracted so he could go back to the Adam, the man he wanted to violate.
She couldn’t let him. Kris couldn’t let him.
Audra peered deep into Kris’ eyes and shouted as loud as she could.
“Kris! Kris! Wake up! You have to get Bobby out of your head now!
“What are you doing bitch?”
“Kris! Kris! Stop him now! He’s hurting Adam!”
Bobby felt a jolt in his head. Then another one. Then another one.
“No, no, Audra stop it!”
“Kris! Bobby’s controlling you! Adam thinks you’re the one hurting him!”
Bobby threw Audra off of him. He scrambled to his feet.
{Adam? What’s happening? Why is it so dark?}
Bobby clutched Kris’ head.
“No! You can’t come out, not yet. I’m not finished with him, or you!”
Bobby scrambled towards the bed.
{Why’s Adam lying there like that? What’s happening?}
“Argh!” Bobby yelled, fighting with Kris inside the shared space. “Go away. I still need your body!”
Bobby jumped on the mattress, landing between Adam’s spread legs. He quickly lifted one limp leg, then the other, over his shoulders and grabbed Adam’s hips, lifting his ass in the air
“No one’s going to stop me! I must have him! I only have one shot!”
Audra materialized beside Bobby and screamed in Kris’ ear.
“Kris! Stop him! He’s raping him, Bobby’s raping Adam and he’s using you to do it!”
--*--
Adam couldn’t move, couldn’t stop what was happening. His mind was clearing but his large muscles were so relaxed, he couldn’t fight back. Adam was angry, especially at his body’s reaction to the manipulations. What Kris said was true - he could protest all he wanted but he couldn’t stop his blood from rushing to his parts when aroused.
He watched Kris strip down then pull Adam’s pants off. He watched Kris ogling him like a dirty old man and Adam wanted to throw up. He watched Kris settle between his legs, licking him, and about to take his cock in his mouth.
Adam was sure his mind had succumbed again to the drugs as he watched Kris be lifted off of him and tossed across the room by nothing. Adam turned his head - the only thing he could move - and watched Kris rolling on the floor. He was wrestling with nothing. He said ‘Audra’. Audra? Hannah’s imaginary friend?
Kris held a one sided conversation with someone. This was insane. This whole fucking night was insane. Kris was talking about himself
“You couldn’t touch Kris before but when I’m inside him, you can hold and touch his body. Wouldn’t you like more of that Audra? Would you like him to make love to you?”
Kris reached out like he was caressing someone on top of him. Then he started screaming, shaking his head.
“What are you doing bitch?” “No, no, Audra stop it!” “No! You can’t come out, not yet. I’m not finished with him, or you!”
Kris stumbled towards him, his face a mix of determination and agony.
“Go away. I still need your body!”
Jumping between his legs, Kris lifted his legs and ass, about to fuck him.
“No one’s going to stop me! I must have him! I only have one shot!”
Then Kris fell back off the bed, grabbing his head and flaying around. Two voices came out his baby’s mouth as a battle raged in his head. The higher voice was his Kris, his adorable, sweet, loving husband. The other voice was deeper, dark, evil in its tone. Adam sobbed, forcing his useless body to move.
“No, I’m not finished yet!”
“Don’t you touch him! Stay away!”
“No, he’s mine. I must have him!”
“No, he’s mine, he’ll never be yours!”
His suffering husband stumbled over an ottoman and landed hard. It didn’t stop the battle inside.
“You lay a hand on him Bobby and I’ll kill you!”
An evil laugh burst past Kris’ lips.
“I’m already dead, there’s nothing you can do to me!”
Kris’ eyes settled back on Adam. Adam felt the darkness within and it felt like he was suffocating.
“Your…. ass….and… every…. thing….else….will ….be….mine.”
The possessed body lunged at Adam, flipping him onto his back. Adam legs were wrenched apart and a weight settled on him. Hot breathe seared his neck.
“I’m claiming you….NOW!”
A strangled scream rattled in Adam’s ear. The weight disappeared. Adam looked towards the end of the bed. Kris was stepping backwards, deep guttural yells projecting from his small frame. He stumbled back towards the love seat and stopped. His body convulsed and he collapsed onto the cushions, unconscious.
“Kris…Kris…KRIS!”
Adam forced his body to move. It finally obeyed, though grudgingly. Adam made his way to the edge of the bed then fell off. He lay there, catching his breath, then got on all fours and started crossing the room. The carpet burned his knees and hands.
A concerned voice emanated from the hallway. It was Mrs. Willowby.
“Mr. Lambert? Mr. Allen? Is everything alright? I heard noises.”
Adam steadied his voice as best he could.
“Sorry….everything’s fine,” he replied, trying not to sound like the shit was scared out of him.
Her voice faded away but Adam heard her private comment and giggle.
“Those lads!”
He turned his attention back to Kris. He wasn’t moving.
“Kris? Baby? Talk to me!”
What if he was….?
The very thought made Adam sick. He threw up on the carpet. Immediately, he started to feel a little stronger. He stuck his finger down his throat and threw up again and again, trying to get the poison out of his system.
When there was nothing left in his stomach, he continued his torturous trek. After an eternity, Adam reached his husband. His shaking hand rested on Kris’ neck and thank God there was a pulse. It was strong. But how was his mind? They wouldn’t know until Kris awoke. Adam reached up on the seat and dragged down a chenille throw. He covered Kris and settled down beside him, wrapping his arms around him.
There was something in their house, something evil. It was toying with them, with their children. He had to act and, looking at his baby’s still face and kissing his sweat soaked hair, he prayed Kris would be able to help him.
Audra. Bobby. What were they after? This Bobby wanted Adam and it sounded like this Audra wanted Kris. And what was Audra doing with Hannah?
Looking around, Adam found their portable phone beside the overturned ottoman. Letting go of Kris, Adam crawled over and collapsed against the foot rest. He calmed himself, inhaling slowly.
He dialed. He waited for a pick up. No answer. He dialed again. He waited for a pick up.
No answer. He dialed again. Finally, his call was answered.
“Wait, wait, Mom it’s me…. I know it’s late …. Yeah, something is wrong…. I need you to do me a big favor but no questions alright. You’ll have to wait until I get answers.
--*--
The rocking chair creaked softly. Adam stood guard over Hannah, sound asleep in her bed, oblivious to her Papa’s presence. Joshie was cradled in his arms, also sound asleep and unaware.
After he was convinced Kris would be okay on his own for awhile, Adam gathered their children together and settled into Hannah’s room. Adam’s heart was torn as to whether or not he should stay with Kris or protect their children. He knew what Kris would say and Adam would have agreed.
He also recalled part of the otherworldly conversation about Bobby having one shot. He prayed that meant Kris was now safe.
Adam scanned the room, peered into every corner, every shadow created by the little night light.
“I don’t know if you two are here,” he stated softly. “But if you are, listen well. You stay away from our family. You hear me, you stay away from - “ his voice cracked “- our family.”
He stayed with the children until the sun rose behind Hannah’s lacy curtains. Adam didn’t want Hannah or Mrs. Willowby to find him there. He couldn’t explain. He put Joshie back in his cradle and headed back to his room and Kris to wait until the kids and Mrs. Willowby were downstairs having breakfast.
Adam surveyed the room. Clothes were tossed all over the floor, furniture was overturned, vomit stained the carpet and its sourness hung in the air. Adam left the clothes and furniture but he cleaned up his mess and sprayed the room. He straightened up the bed and lifted his husband carefully onto it. He spooned around Kris and held on for dear life, kissing his face tenderly.
“I know it wasn’t you baby. I know you weren’t hurting me. I wish to God you weren’t hurt too. I love you. Nothing could ever make me stop.”
--*--
Hannah was enjoying her favorite Cheerios and asking non stop where he Papa and Daddy were. Joshie spit up his apple sauce.
Adam came in, wrapped in his bathrobe, barefoot and looking horrible. He gazed at his little ones and managed a smile.
“Good morning everyone.”
“Papa!” Hannah flew into his arms. He bent down to hug her - he was afraid of trying to hold her for too long.
He ushered her back to her seat and went over to Joshie. He ruffled his hair and kissed him.
Adam made his way to Mrs. Willowby at the sink. He leaned against the counter, watching the children, and talked to her in a soft tone.
“Mrs. Willowby, we need your help.”
“Of course Mr. Lambert, anything.”
“The children’s luggage is packed up and waiting by the front door. My mom should be here within the hour. She’s going to take them for a while. You’re more than welcomed to go with them or you can have a little vacation if you like. We’ll cover it.”
She put down the dish she was washing and rested her hand on his arm.
“Mr. Lambert - Adam - is there something wrong?”
He smiled sadly. That was the first time she called him ‘Adam’. He had to be as honest as he could.
“Yes, Mrs. Willowby, there is definitely something wrong. I don’t want the children - or you - in this house until Kris and I can straighten things out.”
“If I’m not prying, are you two…I heard the yelling as you know.”
He patted her hand. “It’s not us, we’re fine, I promise. I can’t really explain. Please trust me.”
She nodded and turned to Hannah.
“Alright miss, hurry up with your cereal. Your Nanna Leila is taking you to her house for a long visit. Let’s get you ready.”
Hannah was so excited to see her Nanna. She wasn’t so happy when she found out her Daddy and Papa weren’t coming with them, but she was happy Mrs. Willowby would be there.
They said there good byes at the door. Hannah asked about her Daddy; Adam told her he wasn’t feeling well and that he would call her soon.
He hugged his mom and didn’t want to let go. She whispered in his ear.
“I don’t know what’s happening but you two be careful, promise me.”
She kissed his cheek.
“We will. I love you so much Mama.”
“I love too sweetheart.”
Adam stayed in the open doorway, watching the car pull away. Hannah was in the back window waving, Madeline in her little grip.
Turning to go back inside, Adam stepped on something. It looked like a necklace. He picked it up. It was old and gorgeous - an ebony oval with a diamond in the middle. He’d never seen it before. It wasn’t his mom’s or Mrs. Willowby’s style. It couldn’t be Hannah’s. It looked expensive.
Adam decided to hold on to it until its owner showed up. He undid the clasp and put it on, tucking it under his t-shirt.
As he walked up the stairs to Kris, Audra stood at the bottom and watched him.
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Summary: Adam’s attempt to honor the past creates chaos and terror in the present
Warnings: language, angst, sex, murder off page, hauntings, supernatural possession - BEWARE OF TRIGGERS: new warnings may be added as warranted
Additional warnings: dub-con, drugging, manipulation, attempted rape
Tamer Chapter Six found at http://community.livejournal.com/glambert_fic/293107.html
Note: hold on to your hats…or blankies…or loved ones…here it goes. Tried to make the dialogue match what Adam is hearing.
Chapter 1 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6232.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6630.html#cutid1
Chapter 3 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6833.html#cutid1
Chapter 4 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7322.html#cutid1
Chapter 5 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7499.html#cutid1
CHAPTER SIX
Adam lay sprawled out on the bed. His head was spinning 360 degrees and Kris’ voice in his ears was slow, deep, warped. Adam couldn’t move. His limbs felt like lead but he could sense what was happening around him. It was playing out like a bad B-movie and he was the star.
His boots came off, then he was pulled up by the arms into a sitting position. He would have fallen off the bed if not for Kris’ chest holding him up. His jacket was being removed.
“There…. we…. go…. looovvveeeerrrrr…. let’s…. get…. comfyyyyyyyy.”
“Kris…” Adam mumbled into his shoulder, “…why….”
Hot hands ran up his chest and took his shirt with them.
“That’s….bbbeeetttttteeerrr.”
Adam was lowered back down. Kris’ hand rested on his stomach, pressing possessively.
“I…. promissssse…. you…. you…. will…. have…. a…. night…. to…. rememmmmmber…. mayyyyyybeeeeee.”
Adam stared at Kris hovering over him. He saw three faces, switching back and forth, crossing each other. His husband’s eyes were….glowing, he would swear they were glowing. Kris moved away and hands grabbed Adam under the arms and dragged him back until his head was on a pillow and his legs were repositioned so he lying lengthwise on the bed. He disappeared again then Adam heard the click - the door locked.
Things moved in slow motion. Kris removed his jacket then his shirt, his eyes transfixed on Adam. Kris crawled up the bed, between Adam’s legs and then he stretched out on top of the prone body, his face inches from Adam’s.
“I…. can’t…. wait…. to…. make…. you…. screeeeeeeeaaaaammmm…. my…. name. I’m…. going…. to…. fuck…. you…. so…. hard…. and…. lllloooonnnngggg…. you…. won’t…. be…able…. to…. sit…. for…. a…. weeeeeekkkkkk.”
Kris grabbed two fistfuls of hair and licked Adam slowly up his throat and Adam’s apple, over his chin and into his mouth. Adam couldn’t respond, couldn’t breath as the invading tongue licked everything in his mouth, pushing down his throat, making him choke. His lips were sucked and bit until he could taste blood in his mouth.
“Soooooo…. tastyyyyyy…. how…. can…. you…. be…. so…. fuuuucccckkkkiiiinnngggg… hot…. with…. out…. combusting?”
He bit hard on Adam’s ear, making Adam whimper. He turned his head to the side as Kris sucked his neck. The coffee…..mug….he…must have put something…in…it.
“Baby…why…are… you - I’m…already…yours.”
“Nooooooo…. nooooooo… must…. have…. you…. make…. you…. miiiinnnneeee!”
The sucking intensified, traveling to his collarbone and shoulders. Kris tugged Adam’s arms over his head and pinned him hard to the mattress. Adam’s head shook from side to side.
“Stop….Kris….please….don’t….”
His arms were let go but he couldn’t lift them. Kris nipped at his underarms and crossed his smooth chest stopping between his nipples. Kris sat up, straddling Adam’s hips. He ran his hands slowly up and down Adam’s pecks.
“Sooooo…. haaarrrddd…. I…. want…. all…. of…. you…. haaaarrrrrddddd.”
Without taking his eyes of Adam’s face, Kris reached back and slowly ran his hand up and down Adam’s bulge and then he gripped it in a vice hold. Adam squeezed his eyes closed and cried weakly. Kris laughed triumphantly. He squeezed again. Adam cried out again, tears trailing down the sides of his face.
“Yourrrrr…. mind…. might…. fight…. mmmmeeeeee…. but…. I…. can…. make…. your…. bodyyyyyyy….. respond.”
Kris slid his open legs down Adam’s body until his face was at Adam’s chest. His hot mouth suckled the nipples, engorging them, drawing them to dark red hard nibs. Kris’ hand worked their way down Adam’s sides, sliding under and cupping his ass, kneading through the leather pants.
“Just… like… a… tiny… assssssss,” Kris growled, his tongue now in Adam’s navel, diving in, thrusting in.
The tears kept coming. Why was Kris forcing himself on him - drugs? Adam concentrated hard, forcing his eyes to focus on Kris fucking his naval. What was slipped to Kris to make him turn into a, a rapist?
“No….no…Kris….stop….this….”
Kris looked up, eyelids heavy with lust. An evil sneer covered his wet lips.
“Shut… the…. fuck… uuuuuuuup…. lover…. or…. do…. I…. neeeeeeed… to…. shut…. you…. up…. with…. my…. dick?
--*--
Hell, why couldn’t Adam just shut up and enjoy it! Bobby climbed off and undid his pants, yanking them off and then released himself from the constraints of his shorts. He was so hard it hurt. He rubbed himself, wishing Adam was in shape to do it but he couldn’t have everything.
Next, Bobby relieved Adam of his constraints, peeling back the leather like peeling a giant banana. Bobby’s breath caught.
“Magnificent.”
Despite Adam’s halfass protests, his manipulations had worked and Adam stood proud, ready and waiting. Climbing back on the bed, Bobby ran his tongue up Adam’s inner legs and stopped just short of his cock. He hovered over the hard member and licked his lips.
“All…. mine.”
He started to lower his lips, mouth widening.
Next thing Bobby knew, he was flying off the bed and tumbling on the floor, rolling until he bumped against the love seat.
“What the fuck!”
Someone was lying on him. He stared. No, no, why, why!
“Leave him alone!”
“Audra?”
He tried to push her off but she resisted.
“I can’t let you do this! You can’t have Adam!”
Bobby started laughing uncontrollably. He couldn’t help himself. This meek, weak woman was really trying to tell him what to do? How delicious!
“Let me up Audra,” he said sternly, scolding her. “You don’t want me angry at you. Remember what happened the last time you made me angry?”
“I’m already dead, Bobby, you can’t hurt me anymore. I won’t let you use poor Kris to rape his own husband.”
Bobby had had enough. He tried to throw her off but she wouldn’t budge. He thought he’d try another tactic.
His tone became conversational.
“Isn’t this interesting.”
“What?”
“You couldn’t touch Kris before but when I’m inside him, you can hold and touch his body. Wouldn’t you like more of that Audra? Would you like him to make love to you?”
A flood of heat filled Audra’s core. She looked at the body of Kris beneath her. Bobby had softened his face so he resembled the Kris she first laid eyes on and fell for. She had imagined being with him, being with a man gentle and caring. A part of her wished it could happen.
“Would you like him to run his hands through your hair?”
Bobby ran Kris’ hands through Audra’s long hair, massaging her scalp, then coming down and caressing her cheek.
“Would you like him to run his hands over your body?”
Bobby moved Kris’ hand to Audra’s breast, cupping and fondling her, bringing her nipple to a hard peak. Her breathing came faster. He brought Kris’ lips to her breast, licking her through the gold fabric of her dress.
“Say the word Audra, and you can feel Kris buried deep in you, feeling you.”
Her head fell forward, enjoying the sensation of Kris’ mouth on her but….it wasn’t Kris, It was Bobby. Kris didn’t want her. Kris literally didn’t know she existed. This was all Bobby. He wanted her distracted so he could go back to the Adam, the man he wanted to violate.
She couldn’t let him. Kris couldn’t let him.
Audra peered deep into Kris’ eyes and shouted as loud as she could.
“Kris! Kris! Wake up! You have to get Bobby out of your head now!
“What are you doing bitch?”
“Kris! Kris! Stop him now! He’s hurting Adam!”
Bobby felt a jolt in his head. Then another one. Then another one.
“No, no, Audra stop it!”
“Kris! Bobby’s controlling you! Adam thinks you’re the one hurting him!”
Bobby threw Audra off of him. He scrambled to his feet.
{Adam? What’s happening? Why is it so dark?}
Bobby clutched Kris’ head.
“No! You can’t come out, not yet. I’m not finished with him, or you!”
Bobby scrambled towards the bed.
{Why’s Adam lying there like that? What’s happening?}
“Argh!” Bobby yelled, fighting with Kris inside the shared space. “Go away. I still need your body!”
Bobby jumped on the mattress, landing between Adam’s spread legs. He quickly lifted one limp leg, then the other, over his shoulders and grabbed Adam’s hips, lifting his ass in the air
“No one’s going to stop me! I must have him! I only have one shot!”
Audra materialized beside Bobby and screamed in Kris’ ear.
“Kris! Stop him! He’s raping him, Bobby’s raping Adam and he’s using you to do it!”
--*--
Adam couldn’t move, couldn’t stop what was happening. His mind was clearing but his large muscles were so relaxed, he couldn’t fight back. Adam was angry, especially at his body’s reaction to the manipulations. What Kris said was true - he could protest all he wanted but he couldn’t stop his blood from rushing to his parts when aroused.
He watched Kris strip down then pull Adam’s pants off. He watched Kris ogling him like a dirty old man and Adam wanted to throw up. He watched Kris settle between his legs, licking him, and about to take his cock in his mouth.
Adam was sure his mind had succumbed again to the drugs as he watched Kris be lifted off of him and tossed across the room by nothing. Adam turned his head - the only thing he could move - and watched Kris rolling on the floor. He was wrestling with nothing. He said ‘Audra’. Audra? Hannah’s imaginary friend?
Kris held a one sided conversation with someone. This was insane. This whole fucking night was insane. Kris was talking about himself
“You couldn’t touch Kris before but when I’m inside him, you can hold and touch his body. Wouldn’t you like more of that Audra? Would you like him to make love to you?”
Kris reached out like he was caressing someone on top of him. Then he started screaming, shaking his head.
“What are you doing bitch?” “No, no, Audra stop it!” “No! You can’t come out, not yet. I’m not finished with him, or you!”
Kris stumbled towards him, his face a mix of determination and agony.
“Go away. I still need your body!”
Jumping between his legs, Kris lifted his legs and ass, about to fuck him.
“No one’s going to stop me! I must have him! I only have one shot!”
Then Kris fell back off the bed, grabbing his head and flaying around. Two voices came out his baby’s mouth as a battle raged in his head. The higher voice was his Kris, his adorable, sweet, loving husband. The other voice was deeper, dark, evil in its tone. Adam sobbed, forcing his useless body to move.
“No, I’m not finished yet!”
“Don’t you touch him! Stay away!”
“No, he’s mine. I must have him!”
“No, he’s mine, he’ll never be yours!”
His suffering husband stumbled over an ottoman and landed hard. It didn’t stop the battle inside.
“You lay a hand on him Bobby and I’ll kill you!”
An evil laugh burst past Kris’ lips.
“I’m already dead, there’s nothing you can do to me!”
Kris’ eyes settled back on Adam. Adam felt the darkness within and it felt like he was suffocating.
“Your…. ass….and… every…. thing….else….will ….be….mine.”
The possessed body lunged at Adam, flipping him onto his back. Adam legs were wrenched apart and a weight settled on him. Hot breathe seared his neck.
“I’m claiming you….NOW!”
A strangled scream rattled in Adam’s ear. The weight disappeared. Adam looked towards the end of the bed. Kris was stepping backwards, deep guttural yells projecting from his small frame. He stumbled back towards the love seat and stopped. His body convulsed and he collapsed onto the cushions, unconscious.
“Kris…Kris…KRIS!”
Adam forced his body to move. It finally obeyed, though grudgingly. Adam made his way to the edge of the bed then fell off. He lay there, catching his breath, then got on all fours and started crossing the room. The carpet burned his knees and hands.
A concerned voice emanated from the hallway. It was Mrs. Willowby.
“Mr. Lambert? Mr. Allen? Is everything alright? I heard noises.”
Adam steadied his voice as best he could.
“Sorry….everything’s fine,” he replied, trying not to sound like the shit was scared out of him.
Her voice faded away but Adam heard her private comment and giggle.
“Those lads!”
He turned his attention back to Kris. He wasn’t moving.
“Kris? Baby? Talk to me!”
What if he was….?
The very thought made Adam sick. He threw up on the carpet. Immediately, he started to feel a little stronger. He stuck his finger down his throat and threw up again and again, trying to get the poison out of his system.
When there was nothing left in his stomach, he continued his torturous trek. After an eternity, Adam reached his husband. His shaking hand rested on Kris’ neck and thank God there was a pulse. It was strong. But how was his mind? They wouldn’t know until Kris awoke. Adam reached up on the seat and dragged down a chenille throw. He covered Kris and settled down beside him, wrapping his arms around him.
There was something in their house, something evil. It was toying with them, with their children. He had to act and, looking at his baby’s still face and kissing his sweat soaked hair, he prayed Kris would be able to help him.
Audra. Bobby. What were they after? This Bobby wanted Adam and it sounded like this Audra wanted Kris. And what was Audra doing with Hannah?
Looking around, Adam found their portable phone beside the overturned ottoman. Letting go of Kris, Adam crawled over and collapsed against the foot rest. He calmed himself, inhaling slowly.
He dialed. He waited for a pick up. No answer. He dialed again. He waited for a pick up.
No answer. He dialed again. Finally, his call was answered.
“Wait, wait, Mom it’s me…. I know it’s late …. Yeah, something is wrong…. I need you to do me a big favor but no questions alright. You’ll have to wait until I get answers.
--*--
The rocking chair creaked softly. Adam stood guard over Hannah, sound asleep in her bed, oblivious to her Papa’s presence. Joshie was cradled in his arms, also sound asleep and unaware.
After he was convinced Kris would be okay on his own for awhile, Adam gathered their children together and settled into Hannah’s room. Adam’s heart was torn as to whether or not he should stay with Kris or protect their children. He knew what Kris would say and Adam would have agreed.
He also recalled part of the otherworldly conversation about Bobby having one shot. He prayed that meant Kris was now safe.
Adam scanned the room, peered into every corner, every shadow created by the little night light.
“I don’t know if you two are here,” he stated softly. “But if you are, listen well. You stay away from our family. You hear me, you stay away from - “ his voice cracked “- our family.”
He stayed with the children until the sun rose behind Hannah’s lacy curtains. Adam didn’t want Hannah or Mrs. Willowby to find him there. He couldn’t explain. He put Joshie back in his cradle and headed back to his room and Kris to wait until the kids and Mrs. Willowby were downstairs having breakfast.
Adam surveyed the room. Clothes were tossed all over the floor, furniture was overturned, vomit stained the carpet and its sourness hung in the air. Adam left the clothes and furniture but he cleaned up his mess and sprayed the room. He straightened up the bed and lifted his husband carefully onto it. He spooned around Kris and held on for dear life, kissing his face tenderly.
“I know it wasn’t you baby. I know you weren’t hurting me. I wish to God you weren’t hurt too. I love you. Nothing could ever make me stop.”
--*--
Hannah was enjoying her favorite Cheerios and asking non stop where he Papa and Daddy were. Joshie spit up his apple sauce.
Adam came in, wrapped in his bathrobe, barefoot and looking horrible. He gazed at his little ones and managed a smile.
“Good morning everyone.”
“Papa!” Hannah flew into his arms. He bent down to hug her - he was afraid of trying to hold her for too long.
He ushered her back to her seat and went over to Joshie. He ruffled his hair and kissed him.
Adam made his way to Mrs. Willowby at the sink. He leaned against the counter, watching the children, and talked to her in a soft tone.
“Mrs. Willowby, we need your help.”
“Of course Mr. Lambert, anything.”
“The children’s luggage is packed up and waiting by the front door. My mom should be here within the hour. She’s going to take them for a while. You’re more than welcomed to go with them or you can have a little vacation if you like. We’ll cover it.”
She put down the dish she was washing and rested her hand on his arm.
“Mr. Lambert - Adam - is there something wrong?”
He smiled sadly. That was the first time she called him ‘Adam’. He had to be as honest as he could.
“Yes, Mrs. Willowby, there is definitely something wrong. I don’t want the children - or you - in this house until Kris and I can straighten things out.”
“If I’m not prying, are you two…I heard the yelling as you know.”
He patted her hand. “It’s not us, we’re fine, I promise. I can’t really explain. Please trust me.”
She nodded and turned to Hannah.
“Alright miss, hurry up with your cereal. Your Nanna Leila is taking you to her house for a long visit. Let’s get you ready.”
Hannah was so excited to see her Nanna. She wasn’t so happy when she found out her Daddy and Papa weren’t coming with them, but she was happy Mrs. Willowby would be there.
They said there good byes at the door. Hannah asked about her Daddy; Adam told her he wasn’t feeling well and that he would call her soon.
He hugged his mom and didn’t want to let go. She whispered in his ear.
“I don’t know what’s happening but you two be careful, promise me.”
She kissed his cheek.
“We will. I love you so much Mama.”
“I love too sweetheart.”
Adam stayed in the open doorway, watching the car pull away. Hannah was in the back window waving, Madeline in her little grip.
Turning to go back inside, Adam stepped on something. It looked like a necklace. He picked it up. It was old and gorgeous - an ebony oval with a diamond in the middle. He’d never seen it before. It wasn’t his mom’s or Mrs. Willowby’s style. It couldn’t be Hannah’s. It looked expensive.
Adam decided to hold on to it until its owner showed up. He undid the clasp and put it on, tucking it under his t-shirt.
As he walked up the stairs to Kris, Audra stood at the bottom and watched him.