Fic: Resistance is Futile (Claude/Adam) 4/9
Title; Resistance is Futile
Pairing; Claude/Adam
Summary: Fifteen years ago, Claude comes across someone he shouldn't have in the Company basement. Now, he must face him again.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Fifteen years ago
“Turn invisible,” Adam had requested when Claude lied down naked on his bed on his second day inside his cell. He obliged, eager, intrigued by the wonder in Adam’s face as he stroked down Claude’s body with both hands, his caresses leisurely and whimsical as they descended down his chest, fingers rising here, dipping there, up his sides, across his stomach, first the tips, then the backs, and finally his whole hands as Adam stretched out, body snug between Claude’s legs as he kissed his stomach. His lips were so soft, feather light, moistened by his tongue as he licked Claude’s skin with little, teasing flicks, sparking tantalizing tingles in his nerves as he rubbed Claude’s rising hardness with his chest, more pressure than real movement, but it was such a harsh tease. He grabbed Adam’s shoulder, hoping he’d get the message, but Adam wasn’t in any hurry. His mouth lingered over him with a deep pleasure, his eyes open, skimming over the bed, for he could see nothing else, and there was more than desire permeating his face. His hands, his mouth; they adored him. Like a worshiper before the altar. But come now. That was too much. Claude was just a novelty, that’s all. But his face, his breath, so hot and trembling as he reached Claude’s hip, brushing the valley where torso met leg, so careful in his motions that Claude’s own breath shivered in his throat. Adam propped himself up on his elbows, sliding his hand down until he stumbled upon Claude’s erection. Claude gasped, fingers tightening on the sheet underneath as Adam skimmed up his length with the tip of one finger, a touch so light and promising that it was enough to drive any man mad.
“I can feel your skin,” Adam murmured. “Feel your heartbeat, your lungs take in breath, your hardness yearning under my hand. But I can’t see you. Only the bed and a space above where my hands stop.”
He sounded so awed, so fascinated, his hand now flush against Claude, fingers wrapping lightly around him, an offering of his own flesh. Then lips, hungrier now than before, joined them and Claude struggled not to thrust into Adam’s mouth, a groan rising quick and hard in his throat
He sounded fascinated. A little more of this and Claude wouldn’t be surprised if Adam kneeled down and worshiped him on an altar. Come on, that was too much. He was just a novelty, that’s all, and Adam had obviously been here a while. He would have been just as hungry for anyone else. It didn’t keep Claude from being incredibly flattered,, ecstatic even, a feeling that tripled when Adam stroked up his shaft and covered it with his mouth, driving a moan quick and fast from Claude’s throat.
“Oh God,” he cried out, his nails digging into his palms, but he didn’t feel them. The whole world had dissolved into that warm, warm mouth, swallowing him whole in one swift movement, squeezing any coherence he might have had out of him. He thrust, once, unable to restrain himself, but Adam grabbed his hips, holding him fast against the bed as he glided over him, lips and tongue so tight and slick and perfect that the strip of fluorescent lighting overhead melded into the bare concrete, a haze of light dancing in the shadows of his eyelashes as his eyes closed, every sense reduced to touch, vivid and alive and moaning as his head strained inside Adam’s throat and now he really did see stars behind his eyes. No one had ever deep throated him before. He’d heard of it, been jealous of men who were lucky enough to find partners who could do it, but feeling it pressed hot, tight, so tight, against his flesh went beyond words. Adam flexed his throat muscles around him, squeezing him dry every time he lifted his head, fingers grazing his balls, sliding down to his perineum and Claude couldn’t hold on any longer. He came in Adam’s mouth, collapsing back on the bed, breathing hard. Images flickered before his fluttering eyelids, but he couldn’t see anything beyond the ecstasy humming in his body. Adam stroked up his chest and neck with the backs of his fingers, gently feeling his face. Claude turned toward them, kissing his palm.
“Can you turn visible, please?” Adam asked.
“Sure,” Claude gasped, his brain taking a few seconds to process the sentence. “Just... give me a minute.”
An impish smile gleamed on Adam’s mouth, pride shining in his eyes like a wolf satisfied with his catch. Cocky bastard. When Claude had regained the sufficient brainpower to think properly, he became visible, glad as he’d ever been to reenter the visible spectrum.
“I was getting worried that you might prefer me invisible,” he said.
“Not at all.”
Adam gazed at Claude’s body, his eyes as intense as his mouth a minute ago.
“You’re a handsome man, Claude. I very much like looking at you.”
Really now. Any more of this and it would go to his head. Still, it was all part of the game. No harm in a little fun. Grabbing the back of Adam’s neck, he pulled him down, kissing his smirk right off his lips. Adam opened his mouth, gliding down Claude’s tongue with his own, and soon they were stroking each other from neck to hip, clangorous explorations much calmer than before now that they’d both reached orgasm, though he couldn’t say that they were sated. Adam hadn’t even waited for Claude to take off his clothes. Moments after Claude had stepped in the room, he’d practically forced Claude’s hand down his trousers, rubbing himself on his hip as he pushed him against the wall, kissing him hard. Claude had never seen such wanton need, much less felt it directed at himself. It almost made him feel special. Certainly put a grin on his face.
A sharp sting sparked in Claude’s shoulder and he winced, pulling back. Adam raised his head, removing his fingers from the mark the Company had drilled into Claude’s flesh.
“What’s this?” Adam asked, inspecting the scabbed over cut..
Claude avoided his eyes, suddenly feeling awkward and uneasy. .
“Just a little souvenir the Company gave me.”
He sat up and slouched against the wall, ignoring the cold of the cement pressing into his back, but Adam wouldn’t leave him be. He tugged at his arm, craning his neck to get a better look at his shoulder, and Claude let him. Why not?. It wasn’t that impressive, really. It’s presence, the fact that it existed, was what scared him. Grey walls much like these had greeted his eyes when he awoke two weeks ago in a small room empty of everything save medical equipment. Tubes and small, black monitors with blinking lines and a beeping that rose to a sharp shrill as his heart thundered inside his chest, panic chocking in his throat as he saw the IV needle sticking in his arm. His head ached colder than a migraine, making him nauseous, and there, on his back, right below his neck, a bandage, inch long square of gauze taped to his skin, hiding it. Two parallel lines that no one, not the doctor or Bob or anyone had cared to explain no matter how many times he asked about it. No need to say. Claude already knew what it meant, even if he didn’t understand the details. It was a brand. No more than cattle thrown on the range.
“I thought you might know about it,” Claude said, twisting his hands in his lap.
“I don’t. I’ve never seen this before. What’s it for?”
“Don’t know. They never explained it properly. It might be a tracker for all I know.”
“Maybe.”
Great. Not that he’d been expecting any different, but confirmation didn’t made him feel any better.
“For an organization that’s run by people with special abilities,” Adam continued, “they don’t take very good care of their own kind.”
Adam’s voice bit bitterly into the air, matching the resentment glittering in his eyes.
“They don’t take very good care of you, do they?” Claude said.
Adam scanned the room, a barren berth containing nothing but the bed, a table, a chair (both fashioned out of inhospitable metal), and some books. A narrow door on the right corner opened to the bathroom, but Claude suspected that it wasn’t very big, either.
“It’s far better than a regular prison cell,” Adam said. “But it’s still a prison.”
“I’m sorry.”
A regretful smile tugged on Adam’s lips. “That’s okay. You didn’t put me here.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Fifteen years.”
Claude straightened up, gaping at him.
“Fifteen years? But that means... You would have been a child.”
Adam shook his head. “No. I was an adult. Don’t worry. Not that they haven’t crossed that line. But it’s a little more complicated than that.”
“But, then... If you weren’t a child... How old are you? You don’t look more than thirty to me.”
“Oh, I’m considerably older than that.” A full grown smile bloomed on his face.
“By how much?”
“This is the year 1992, right?”
Claude nodded, and Adam’s brow scrunched as he mentally counted.
“Well, that would make me 347 years old.”
No way. No fucking way.
“You’re pulling my leg.”
“No, I’m not.”
Adam looked sincere. He sounded sincere. Both sure signs that this was a joke and Adam was going to start laughing at him at any moment. He waited for it, but Adam just sat there, face as earnest as ever.
“But-“ Claude stuttered. “That’s impossible.”
“Claude, turning invisible and healing instantaneously are impossible.”
“Right. Good point. But... 347? Sorry. It’s just a little hard to wrap my head around it.”
“That’s all right. Everyone needs some time to get used to it. Most just think I’m lying.”
So did Claude, but it wouldn’t do to say that. Three centuries. Such a lifetime belonged in a fantasy novel or in a horror movie with vampires, not in reality. But so did invisibility, as Adam had pointed out, so who was he to judge?
“But how could you reach such an age?” he asked.
“Simple. My cells have the capacity to repair themselves quickly no matter how severe the damage. Aging occurs because the cells slowly deteriorate, eventually shutting down and leading to death. But mine don’t. They never deteriorate, so I don’t age. If I die, I’m alive again within seconds. So here I am, over three centuries later.”
Wow. That was just... Wow. He still wasn’t sure if he believed it, but wow. Okay, must stop mentally babbling now.
“That’s amazing.”
Adam chuckled. “You said that already.”
“I did? Oh. Right.”
He had to stop carrying on like this every time Adam rereleased something new and fantastic. It was getting embarrassing.
Adam caressed Claude’s side, brushing his fingers over his hip in a teasing stroke.
“C’mon,” he said, kissing Claude’s shoulder a couple of inches from the scar. “That’s enough serious talk for now.”
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Claude dropped on the motel bed, pulling the blankets high up around his body.
“Well, good night,” he called out to Adam, who was probably still standing by the bathroom door, perhaps with a look of indignant shock on his face. That’d be brilliant.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Claude muffled a laugh before replying.
“Would you mind keeping it down. I’m trying to sleep here.”
“You don’t expect me to believe that you’re actually going to fall asleep.”
“And why wouldn’t I? I’ve been driving the whole day, fighting your pestering questions, and am therefore tired. So yes, I’m going to sleep.”
He heard Adam step in front of him, but only nuzzled his face more comfortably into the pillow.
“I didn’t ask you to stay with me so I could watch you sleep.”
“Feel free to jerk off in the bathroom. I don’t mind.”
He hid his grin, resisting the urge to crack an eye open to asses Adam’s reaction. For a minute, he heard nothing but the hum of the heater and Adam’s shoes shuffling on the carpet.
“You’re playing with me,” Adam said.
Bingo. But Claude wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
“I’m just trying to sleep.”
“You were very eager last night. And you certainly enjoyed the blowjob this morning. Your desire for me didn’t dry up in fifteen hours.”
No, it hadn’t. But Adam wasn’t the only one who could tease around here.
“Good night, Adam.”
The seconds trickled by, slow ticks of the clock until he heard the soft swish of Adam’s slacks as he finally moved away, but he didn’t go far. Soon the bed, the only one in the room, dipped under his weight and Claude grabbed the sheets so Adam wouldn’t steal them. Not that Claude seriously thought he would, but he didn’t want to take any chances. Thankfully, Adam didn’t make any physical overtures, remaining on his side of the bed. The light went out and Claude opened his eyes to the darkness. He listened, waiting, body immobile as Adam shifted on the bed, making the mattress creak, then heard nothing but soft breath and stillness. But not silence. There never was silence.
Part Five
Pairing; Claude/Adam
Summary: Fifteen years ago, Claude comes across someone he shouldn't have in the Company basement. Now, he must face him again.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Fifteen years ago
“Turn invisible,” Adam had requested when Claude lied down naked on his bed on his second day inside his cell. He obliged, eager, intrigued by the wonder in Adam’s face as he stroked down Claude’s body with both hands, his caresses leisurely and whimsical as they descended down his chest, fingers rising here, dipping there, up his sides, across his stomach, first the tips, then the backs, and finally his whole hands as Adam stretched out, body snug between Claude’s legs as he kissed his stomach. His lips were so soft, feather light, moistened by his tongue as he licked Claude’s skin with little, teasing flicks, sparking tantalizing tingles in his nerves as he rubbed Claude’s rising hardness with his chest, more pressure than real movement, but it was such a harsh tease. He grabbed Adam’s shoulder, hoping he’d get the message, but Adam wasn’t in any hurry. His mouth lingered over him with a deep pleasure, his eyes open, skimming over the bed, for he could see nothing else, and there was more than desire permeating his face. His hands, his mouth; they adored him. Like a worshiper before the altar. But come now. That was too much. Claude was just a novelty, that’s all. But his face, his breath, so hot and trembling as he reached Claude’s hip, brushing the valley where torso met leg, so careful in his motions that Claude’s own breath shivered in his throat. Adam propped himself up on his elbows, sliding his hand down until he stumbled upon Claude’s erection. Claude gasped, fingers tightening on the sheet underneath as Adam skimmed up his length with the tip of one finger, a touch so light and promising that it was enough to drive any man mad.
“I can feel your skin,” Adam murmured. “Feel your heartbeat, your lungs take in breath, your hardness yearning under my hand. But I can’t see you. Only the bed and a space above where my hands stop.”
He sounded so awed, so fascinated, his hand now flush against Claude, fingers wrapping lightly around him, an offering of his own flesh. Then lips, hungrier now than before, joined them and Claude struggled not to thrust into Adam’s mouth, a groan rising quick and hard in his throat
He sounded fascinated. A little more of this and Claude wouldn’t be surprised if Adam kneeled down and worshiped him on an altar. Come on, that was too much. He was just a novelty, that’s all, and Adam had obviously been here a while. He would have been just as hungry for anyone else. It didn’t keep Claude from being incredibly flattered,, ecstatic even, a feeling that tripled when Adam stroked up his shaft and covered it with his mouth, driving a moan quick and fast from Claude’s throat.
“Oh God,” he cried out, his nails digging into his palms, but he didn’t feel them. The whole world had dissolved into that warm, warm mouth, swallowing him whole in one swift movement, squeezing any coherence he might have had out of him. He thrust, once, unable to restrain himself, but Adam grabbed his hips, holding him fast against the bed as he glided over him, lips and tongue so tight and slick and perfect that the strip of fluorescent lighting overhead melded into the bare concrete, a haze of light dancing in the shadows of his eyelashes as his eyes closed, every sense reduced to touch, vivid and alive and moaning as his head strained inside Adam’s throat and now he really did see stars behind his eyes. No one had ever deep throated him before. He’d heard of it, been jealous of men who were lucky enough to find partners who could do it, but feeling it pressed hot, tight, so tight, against his flesh went beyond words. Adam flexed his throat muscles around him, squeezing him dry every time he lifted his head, fingers grazing his balls, sliding down to his perineum and Claude couldn’t hold on any longer. He came in Adam’s mouth, collapsing back on the bed, breathing hard. Images flickered before his fluttering eyelids, but he couldn’t see anything beyond the ecstasy humming in his body. Adam stroked up his chest and neck with the backs of his fingers, gently feeling his face. Claude turned toward them, kissing his palm.
“Can you turn visible, please?” Adam asked.
“Sure,” Claude gasped, his brain taking a few seconds to process the sentence. “Just... give me a minute.”
An impish smile gleamed on Adam’s mouth, pride shining in his eyes like a wolf satisfied with his catch. Cocky bastard. When Claude had regained the sufficient brainpower to think properly, he became visible, glad as he’d ever been to reenter the visible spectrum.
“I was getting worried that you might prefer me invisible,” he said.
“Not at all.”
Adam gazed at Claude’s body, his eyes as intense as his mouth a minute ago.
“You’re a handsome man, Claude. I very much like looking at you.”
Really now. Any more of this and it would go to his head. Still, it was all part of the game. No harm in a little fun. Grabbing the back of Adam’s neck, he pulled him down, kissing his smirk right off his lips. Adam opened his mouth, gliding down Claude’s tongue with his own, and soon they were stroking each other from neck to hip, clangorous explorations much calmer than before now that they’d both reached orgasm, though he couldn’t say that they were sated. Adam hadn’t even waited for Claude to take off his clothes. Moments after Claude had stepped in the room, he’d practically forced Claude’s hand down his trousers, rubbing himself on his hip as he pushed him against the wall, kissing him hard. Claude had never seen such wanton need, much less felt it directed at himself. It almost made him feel special. Certainly put a grin on his face.
A sharp sting sparked in Claude’s shoulder and he winced, pulling back. Adam raised his head, removing his fingers from the mark the Company had drilled into Claude’s flesh.
“What’s this?” Adam asked, inspecting the scabbed over cut..
Claude avoided his eyes, suddenly feeling awkward and uneasy. .
“Just a little souvenir the Company gave me.”
He sat up and slouched against the wall, ignoring the cold of the cement pressing into his back, but Adam wouldn’t leave him be. He tugged at his arm, craning his neck to get a better look at his shoulder, and Claude let him. Why not?. It wasn’t that impressive, really. It’s presence, the fact that it existed, was what scared him. Grey walls much like these had greeted his eyes when he awoke two weeks ago in a small room empty of everything save medical equipment. Tubes and small, black monitors with blinking lines and a beeping that rose to a sharp shrill as his heart thundered inside his chest, panic chocking in his throat as he saw the IV needle sticking in his arm. His head ached colder than a migraine, making him nauseous, and there, on his back, right below his neck, a bandage, inch long square of gauze taped to his skin, hiding it. Two parallel lines that no one, not the doctor or Bob or anyone had cared to explain no matter how many times he asked about it. No need to say. Claude already knew what it meant, even if he didn’t understand the details. It was a brand. No more than cattle thrown on the range.
“I thought you might know about it,” Claude said, twisting his hands in his lap.
“I don’t. I’ve never seen this before. What’s it for?”
“Don’t know. They never explained it properly. It might be a tracker for all I know.”
“Maybe.”
Great. Not that he’d been expecting any different, but confirmation didn’t made him feel any better.
“For an organization that’s run by people with special abilities,” Adam continued, “they don’t take very good care of their own kind.”
Adam’s voice bit bitterly into the air, matching the resentment glittering in his eyes.
“They don’t take very good care of you, do they?” Claude said.
Adam scanned the room, a barren berth containing nothing but the bed, a table, a chair (both fashioned out of inhospitable metal), and some books. A narrow door on the right corner opened to the bathroom, but Claude suspected that it wasn’t very big, either.
“It’s far better than a regular prison cell,” Adam said. “But it’s still a prison.”
“I’m sorry.”
A regretful smile tugged on Adam’s lips. “That’s okay. You didn’t put me here.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Fifteen years.”
Claude straightened up, gaping at him.
“Fifteen years? But that means... You would have been a child.”
Adam shook his head. “No. I was an adult. Don’t worry. Not that they haven’t crossed that line. But it’s a little more complicated than that.”
“But, then... If you weren’t a child... How old are you? You don’t look more than thirty to me.”
“Oh, I’m considerably older than that.” A full grown smile bloomed on his face.
“By how much?”
“This is the year 1992, right?”
Claude nodded, and Adam’s brow scrunched as he mentally counted.
“Well, that would make me 347 years old.”
No way. No fucking way.
“You’re pulling my leg.”
“No, I’m not.”
Adam looked sincere. He sounded sincere. Both sure signs that this was a joke and Adam was going to start laughing at him at any moment. He waited for it, but Adam just sat there, face as earnest as ever.
“But-“ Claude stuttered. “That’s impossible.”
“Claude, turning invisible and healing instantaneously are impossible.”
“Right. Good point. But... 347? Sorry. It’s just a little hard to wrap my head around it.”
“That’s all right. Everyone needs some time to get used to it. Most just think I’m lying.”
So did Claude, but it wouldn’t do to say that. Three centuries. Such a lifetime belonged in a fantasy novel or in a horror movie with vampires, not in reality. But so did invisibility, as Adam had pointed out, so who was he to judge?
“But how could you reach such an age?” he asked.
“Simple. My cells have the capacity to repair themselves quickly no matter how severe the damage. Aging occurs because the cells slowly deteriorate, eventually shutting down and leading to death. But mine don’t. They never deteriorate, so I don’t age. If I die, I’m alive again within seconds. So here I am, over three centuries later.”
Wow. That was just... Wow. He still wasn’t sure if he believed it, but wow. Okay, must stop mentally babbling now.
“That’s amazing.”
Adam chuckled. “You said that already.”
“I did? Oh. Right.”
He had to stop carrying on like this every time Adam rereleased something new and fantastic. It was getting embarrassing.
Adam caressed Claude’s side, brushing his fingers over his hip in a teasing stroke.
“C’mon,” he said, kissing Claude’s shoulder a couple of inches from the scar. “That’s enough serious talk for now.”
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Claude dropped on the motel bed, pulling the blankets high up around his body.
“Well, good night,” he called out to Adam, who was probably still standing by the bathroom door, perhaps with a look of indignant shock on his face. That’d be brilliant.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Claude muffled a laugh before replying.
“Would you mind keeping it down. I’m trying to sleep here.”
“You don’t expect me to believe that you’re actually going to fall asleep.”
“And why wouldn’t I? I’ve been driving the whole day, fighting your pestering questions, and am therefore tired. So yes, I’m going to sleep.”
He heard Adam step in front of him, but only nuzzled his face more comfortably into the pillow.
“I didn’t ask you to stay with me so I could watch you sleep.”
“Feel free to jerk off in the bathroom. I don’t mind.”
He hid his grin, resisting the urge to crack an eye open to asses Adam’s reaction. For a minute, he heard nothing but the hum of the heater and Adam’s shoes shuffling on the carpet.
“You’re playing with me,” Adam said.
Bingo. But Claude wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
“I’m just trying to sleep.”
“You were very eager last night. And you certainly enjoyed the blowjob this morning. Your desire for me didn’t dry up in fifteen hours.”
No, it hadn’t. But Adam wasn’t the only one who could tease around here.
“Good night, Adam.”
The seconds trickled by, slow ticks of the clock until he heard the soft swish of Adam’s slacks as he finally moved away, but he didn’t go far. Soon the bed, the only one in the room, dipped under his weight and Claude grabbed the sheets so Adam wouldn’t steal them. Not that Claude seriously thought he would, but he didn’t want to take any chances. Thankfully, Adam didn’t make any physical overtures, remaining on his side of the bed. The light went out and Claude opened his eyes to the darkness. He listened, waiting, body immobile as Adam shifted on the bed, making the mattress creak, then heard nothing but soft breath and stillness. But not silence. There never was silence.
Part Five