Return Engagement Chapter 8/13
Title: Return Engagement, Chapter 8/13
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
New warning for this chapter - PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS TO ABUSE OR VIOLENCE.
Deb’s Note: I don’t want to give anything away but if you are squeamish about breaking bones, don’t read the second scene.
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 6 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8153.html#cutid1
Chapter 7 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8258.html#cutid1
CHAPTER EIGHT
Adam lay quietly on his stomach, arms tucked under this chest. He was still and meek. Two strong arms on either side braced the large body above his as a hot, alcohol laden mouth slowly kissed down his spin. He held his breath, trying not to react. The kisses were light, almost playful. The mouth stopped at his waist where a satin sheet impeded their progress.
“You’ve been such a good kitten this afternoon, I think I’ll give you a prize.”
The sheet was yanked off, revealing his naked ass, and the mouth bit him on one cheek, then the other. He could feel breath traveling up his crack and then the mouth was there, licking and diving in. Adam clenched his fists, burying his head in the pillow. He didn’t dare make a noise - making a noise always brought consequences. His lover liked him silent.
When the man was finished, Adam felt a hard slap on his ass and then the mattress shifted to one side as his lover got up.
“I’d love an encore Kitten but I have to get to the club. Nothing gets done if I’m not around, cracking the whip.” He paused then guffawed loudly. “Well, that gives me an idea.” He turned to Adam, rubbing his ass. “I’ll bring a prop next time. Won’t that be fun?”
“Yes, yes, anything you say.”
Adam turned his head so he could watch the man he belonged to get dressed in his tux. Looking at him, no one could guess what a sadist he was in bed. Adam had been with him for a few years, always looking for a way out, and now he had one…if he were allowed to take it.
“Everyone’s going to love your performance tonight Kitten; that song is perfect for you.”
“Thank you….I, I need to tell you something.”
His lover was slipping on his cuff links and tying his bow tie.
“Anything for you Kitten, just ask.”
What I lie! HE never did anything for ME except when it meant HE got what HE wanted.
“I’ve been offered a wonderful singing job in New York City. It’s the type of job I’ve always dreamed of.”
He was fixing his hair.
“That’s marvelous Kitten. That kind of singing engagement doesn’t come around often.” He put a rose in his lapel. “I hope you thanked them for the offer when you turned them down.”
“I, I said yes.”
Adam froze as his lover slowly turned around and glared at him. He was smiling but he was not happy, not happy at all.
“I’m sorry, I must have misunderstood. Did you tell me you said yes?”
Adam turned over and scrambled up to the top of the bed, drawing the sheet over himself.
“The job, it, it starts in a week. I’m leaving tonight after the show.”
The dark man walked purposely over to the bed and sat down, his hand on Adam’s thigh.
“You will send them a telegram apologizing and telling them you can not possibly take the job.”
“But I want the job.”
“You have a job.” His hand moved up Adam’s torso, fondling his breast. “Your job is singing at my club…and being my whore.” He squeezed, making Adam yelp.
“You were nothing until I found you, just a pathetic child with a tiny amount of talent that I made into a star.”
A large hand moved to Adam throat.
“It would be a big mistake on your part to leave me.”
Adam turned in his sleep, clutching the pillow closer.
--*--
Kris walked down the hall. The house was silent. Doors broke up the monotony of the grey walls as he strode towards the screaming red door at the end. Reaching it, he opened the door and walked in.
The room was black except for a spotlight in the ceiling, casting a cylinder of light onto a large bed. Kris walked through the darkness and stopped.
Adam was lying there, asleep. He looked so peaceful, a soft smile on his face. He wore nothing except a sheet pooled over his groin. Kris wanted nothing more than to remove his own clothes, the sheet, and make passionate love to his husband.
An evil, familiar voice echoed in the room. Kris covered his ears but Adam seemed oblivious - to the voice and to Kris.
“Now that you’re here Kristopher, we can proceed. First, I want you to break his right arm.”
“What?”
“Next, break his left arm.”
“I, I, no, no.”
“Then you shall break his right leg.”
The voice was so cold and cruel. Kris couldn’t hurt Adam, ever.
“And finally you shall break his left leg.”
Kris shook his head violently. This couldn’t be happening.
The voice was impatient.
“Come now Kristopher, it’s quite simple. Observe.”
Crack.
Kris closed his eyes against the act but his lids were forced open. Adam’s right arm was at an unnatural angle. He still slept, his face calm and peaceful.
“Your turn.”
“Stop this, it’s sick. You can’t.”
“If you won’t do as I tell you, I will have to complete the task myself.”
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
All of Adam’s limbs now lay at unnatural angles. He slept on.
Kris crumbled to his knees, burying his head under his arms.
“Stop, stop, STOP. I can’t let you do this, you monster!”
“You can’t stop me Kristopher. I control your body and mind. I can make you do anything I desire to him.”
Kris looked at himself. Strings emerged from his hands and feet. He felt one come out of the top of his head. He was lifted up and manipulated - a human marionette. The puppet master carried him through the air and positioned him over Adam. Kris hands were forced together and he was slowly lowered.
“Break his neck.”
“No!”
“Hurt him.”
“No!!!”
“Crush him.”
“NO!”
Kris’s hands closed around the sleeping man’s neck.
“I am in control of you Kristopher; you do what I tell you. Kill him.”
“NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
--*--
Adam jolted out of his own nightmare to the animalistic wail of his husband. Forgetting everything, he flew out of the guest room and crashed through their bedroom door. Kris’ hands were squeezing his pillow, shaking it. He was crying, thrashing about.
“NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Adammmmmmmmmmmmmmm….. I can’t stop…. I don’t want to hurt you, I love you……….. forgive meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!”
“Kris, Kris wake up…. you’re having a nightmare. Wake up!!!”
Adam had his hands on Kris’ arms. His husband’s muscles were a taunt as steel.”
“Forgive me, forgive me, I love you, he’s making me!!!!!!!”
Adam shook him.
“Snap out of this! Baby, wake up!”
The pillow fell free, tumbling off the bed. Kris’ eyes popped open. At first, he stared forward, hyperventilating. Adam calmed him down, stroking his hair. Released from his nightmare, he looked at Adam. Kris said nothing as his hands ran over Adam’s arms and legs, his neck, making sure he was intact.
Satisfied that Adam was fine, Kris fell into his husband’s arms, whimpering and clawing at his back, trying to climb inside Adam for safety.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Adam rocked him.
“It’s not your fault Kris. It’s not your fault.”
“Then why did you leave me, leave our bed?”
How was he going to answer this without making it sound like he blamed Kris?
“I, I know you weren’t in control but, but I keep seeing…you in my mind and it, it’s going to take some time before I can separate the two. Just remember, I love you, I want to be with you, but not yet. Can you understand?”
Kris released Adam and smiled sadly, rubbing Adam’s cheek.
“I guess we’re both battling demons. We have to deal in our own ways. But can you stay with me, if not in the bed, in the room?”
Adam kissed Kris tenderly. They allowed themselves a moment of peace, finding solace in a few touches. Adam nodded and while Kris settled back into their bed, Adam stretched out on the couch. They watched each other from across the room, saying nothing. Kris dozed off first and Adam wasn’t far behind.
In the morning, Adam woke first. There was heaviness on his chest. He cautiously opened his eyes to find Kris stretched out between him and the back of the couch, still sound asleep. Adam closed his eyes and allowed himself this first step.
--*--
After breakfast, which consisted of orange juice and half a muffin each, Kris opened his lap top and started to type furiously.
“What are you looking for?”
“Ghostbusters.”
“What?”
Kris paused.
“Adam, after what we’ve both experienced these last few days,” - they had shared their nightmares over breakfast - “ - we need professional help and I’m not talking head shrinkers! Something supernatural is playing games with us and I’m sick of it. I want my life back. I want our children back. I want YOU back.”
“Scoot over.”
Adam took over the internet search, changing the topic from Ghost Busters to paranormal investigators. They found several in the LA area and started calling. The last organization they contacted specialized in possession cases and agreed to check out their house. They didn’t want Kris or Adam there when they investigated, something about adding extra negative energy. They also asked for access to their security tapes so they could run them through their software designed to detect auras.
As crazy as this seemed, at least they were doing something. The boys ran police checks on the investigators and found nothing amiss. They contacted them and arranged for them to be there that afternoon. Neither Kris nor Adam wanted strangers roaming freely through their home so they would send their head of security with the key and strict orders not to let the investigators out of her sight. She would also have to be there when the security tapes were viewed.
After that was settled, Adam sent Paula an email:
‘Have you found that list yet? If not, please hurry. Our lives may depend on it.’
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
New warning for this chapter - PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS TO ABUSE OR VIOLENCE.
Deb’s Note: I don’t want to give anything away but if you are squeamish about breaking bones, don’t read the second scene.
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 6 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8153.html#cutid1
Chapter 7 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8258.html#cutid1
CHAPTER EIGHT
Adam lay quietly on his stomach, arms tucked under this chest. He was still and meek. Two strong arms on either side braced the large body above his as a hot, alcohol laden mouth slowly kissed down his spin. He held his breath, trying not to react. The kisses were light, almost playful. The mouth stopped at his waist where a satin sheet impeded their progress.
“You’ve been such a good kitten this afternoon, I think I’ll give you a prize.”
The sheet was yanked off, revealing his naked ass, and the mouth bit him on one cheek, then the other. He could feel breath traveling up his crack and then the mouth was there, licking and diving in. Adam clenched his fists, burying his head in the pillow. He didn’t dare make a noise - making a noise always brought consequences. His lover liked him silent.
When the man was finished, Adam felt a hard slap on his ass and then the mattress shifted to one side as his lover got up.
“I’d love an encore Kitten but I have to get to the club. Nothing gets done if I’m not around, cracking the whip.” He paused then guffawed loudly. “Well, that gives me an idea.” He turned to Adam, rubbing his ass. “I’ll bring a prop next time. Won’t that be fun?”
“Yes, yes, anything you say.”
Adam turned his head so he could watch the man he belonged to get dressed in his tux. Looking at him, no one could guess what a sadist he was in bed. Adam had been with him for a few years, always looking for a way out, and now he had one…if he were allowed to take it.
“Everyone’s going to love your performance tonight Kitten; that song is perfect for you.”
“Thank you….I, I need to tell you something.”
His lover was slipping on his cuff links and tying his bow tie.
“Anything for you Kitten, just ask.”
What I lie! HE never did anything for ME except when it meant HE got what HE wanted.
“I’ve been offered a wonderful singing job in New York City. It’s the type of job I’ve always dreamed of.”
He was fixing his hair.
“That’s marvelous Kitten. That kind of singing engagement doesn’t come around often.” He put a rose in his lapel. “I hope you thanked them for the offer when you turned them down.”
“I, I said yes.”
Adam froze as his lover slowly turned around and glared at him. He was smiling but he was not happy, not happy at all.
“I’m sorry, I must have misunderstood. Did you tell me you said yes?”
Adam turned over and scrambled up to the top of the bed, drawing the sheet over himself.
“The job, it, it starts in a week. I’m leaving tonight after the show.”
The dark man walked purposely over to the bed and sat down, his hand on Adam’s thigh.
“You will send them a telegram apologizing and telling them you can not possibly take the job.”
“But I want the job.”
“You have a job.” His hand moved up Adam’s torso, fondling his breast. “Your job is singing at my club…and being my whore.” He squeezed, making Adam yelp.
“You were nothing until I found you, just a pathetic child with a tiny amount of talent that I made into a star.”
A large hand moved to Adam throat.
“It would be a big mistake on your part to leave me.”
Adam turned in his sleep, clutching the pillow closer.
--*--
Kris walked down the hall. The house was silent. Doors broke up the monotony of the grey walls as he strode towards the screaming red door at the end. Reaching it, he opened the door and walked in.
The room was black except for a spotlight in the ceiling, casting a cylinder of light onto a large bed. Kris walked through the darkness and stopped.
Adam was lying there, asleep. He looked so peaceful, a soft smile on his face. He wore nothing except a sheet pooled over his groin. Kris wanted nothing more than to remove his own clothes, the sheet, and make passionate love to his husband.
An evil, familiar voice echoed in the room. Kris covered his ears but Adam seemed oblivious - to the voice and to Kris.
“Now that you’re here Kristopher, we can proceed. First, I want you to break his right arm.”
“What?”
“Next, break his left arm.”
“I, I, no, no.”
“Then you shall break his right leg.”
The voice was so cold and cruel. Kris couldn’t hurt Adam, ever.
“And finally you shall break his left leg.”
Kris shook his head violently. This couldn’t be happening.
The voice was impatient.
“Come now Kristopher, it’s quite simple. Observe.”
Crack.
Kris closed his eyes against the act but his lids were forced open. Adam’s right arm was at an unnatural angle. He still slept, his face calm and peaceful.
“Your turn.”
“Stop this, it’s sick. You can’t.”
“If you won’t do as I tell you, I will have to complete the task myself.”
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
All of Adam’s limbs now lay at unnatural angles. He slept on.
Kris crumbled to his knees, burying his head under his arms.
“Stop, stop, STOP. I can’t let you do this, you monster!”
“You can’t stop me Kristopher. I control your body and mind. I can make you do anything I desire to him.”
Kris looked at himself. Strings emerged from his hands and feet. He felt one come out of the top of his head. He was lifted up and manipulated - a human marionette. The puppet master carried him through the air and positioned him over Adam. Kris hands were forced together and he was slowly lowered.
“Break his neck.”
“No!”
“Hurt him.”
“No!!!”
“Crush him.”
“NO!”
Kris’s hands closed around the sleeping man’s neck.
“I am in control of you Kristopher; you do what I tell you. Kill him.”
“NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
--*--
Adam jolted out of his own nightmare to the animalistic wail of his husband. Forgetting everything, he flew out of the guest room and crashed through their bedroom door. Kris’ hands were squeezing his pillow, shaking it. He was crying, thrashing about.
“NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Adammmmmmmmmmmmmmm….. I can’t stop…. I don’t want to hurt you, I love you……….. forgive meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!”
“Kris, Kris wake up…. you’re having a nightmare. Wake up!!!”
Adam had his hands on Kris’ arms. His husband’s muscles were a taunt as steel.”
“Forgive me, forgive me, I love you, he’s making me!!!!!!!”
Adam shook him.
“Snap out of this! Baby, wake up!”
The pillow fell free, tumbling off the bed. Kris’ eyes popped open. At first, he stared forward, hyperventilating. Adam calmed him down, stroking his hair. Released from his nightmare, he looked at Adam. Kris said nothing as his hands ran over Adam’s arms and legs, his neck, making sure he was intact.
Satisfied that Adam was fine, Kris fell into his husband’s arms, whimpering and clawing at his back, trying to climb inside Adam for safety.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Adam rocked him.
“It’s not your fault Kris. It’s not your fault.”
“Then why did you leave me, leave our bed?”
How was he going to answer this without making it sound like he blamed Kris?
“I, I know you weren’t in control but, but I keep seeing…you in my mind and it, it’s going to take some time before I can separate the two. Just remember, I love you, I want to be with you, but not yet. Can you understand?”
Kris released Adam and smiled sadly, rubbing Adam’s cheek.
“I guess we’re both battling demons. We have to deal in our own ways. But can you stay with me, if not in the bed, in the room?”
Adam kissed Kris tenderly. They allowed themselves a moment of peace, finding solace in a few touches. Adam nodded and while Kris settled back into their bed, Adam stretched out on the couch. They watched each other from across the room, saying nothing. Kris dozed off first and Adam wasn’t far behind.
In the morning, Adam woke first. There was heaviness on his chest. He cautiously opened his eyes to find Kris stretched out between him and the back of the couch, still sound asleep. Adam closed his eyes and allowed himself this first step.
--*--
After breakfast, which consisted of orange juice and half a muffin each, Kris opened his lap top and started to type furiously.
“What are you looking for?”
“Ghostbusters.”
“What?”
Kris paused.
“Adam, after what we’ve both experienced these last few days,” - they had shared their nightmares over breakfast - “ - we need professional help and I’m not talking head shrinkers! Something supernatural is playing games with us and I’m sick of it. I want my life back. I want our children back. I want YOU back.”
“Scoot over.”
Adam took over the internet search, changing the topic from Ghost Busters to paranormal investigators. They found several in the LA area and started calling. The last organization they contacted specialized in possession cases and agreed to check out their house. They didn’t want Kris or Adam there when they investigated, something about adding extra negative energy. They also asked for access to their security tapes so they could run them through their software designed to detect auras.
As crazy as this seemed, at least they were doing something. The boys ran police checks on the investigators and found nothing amiss. They contacted them and arranged for them to be there that afternoon. Neither Kris nor Adam wanted strangers roaming freely through their home so they would send their head of security with the key and strict orders not to let the investigators out of her sight. She would also have to be there when the security tapes were viewed.
After that was settled, Adam sent Paula an email:
‘Have you found that list yet? If not, please hurry. Our lives may depend on it.’