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harlequinkradamTitle: For Your Entertainment (Part 2 of 3)
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Pairing: Adam/Kris, lots of Kradam RPS characters.
Rating: R, not too explicit.
Warnings: Sex, bloodplay.
Disclaimer: Not true, not mine; just borrowing Adam Lambert’s the title from his debut album “For Your Entertainment”; borrowing Kris Allen’s song titles from his album “Brand New Shoes”.
Original prompt #61: Kris Allen is forced to approach Adam Lambert, King of the Vampires in LA California to request a favor. Adam, attracted to Kris, grants the favor on the condition that Kris spend one night with him. Kris agrees, but Adam is unable to stop thinking about him after their single night of passion. Adam determines to find him and make Kris his . . . permanently.
Author’s Note: I’ve made some changes to the prompt to fit in my vampire!verse world.
Summary: Kris’s brother, David, owes a blood debt to a vampire and he’s run away leaving Kris as collateral. Vampire Elder Adam agrees to interfere on Kris’s behalf as a favor, but is Kris willing to pay the ultimate price?
***
PART II: I’ve Been Played
“You better call me back when you get this message, David. How could you do this to me? How could you just offer me up to vampires! I’m your brother, man. You are so out of control!” Kris yelled into his cell phone. He took a deep, shuddering breath, throwing random clothes into his suitcase as he paced his bedroom. “I’ve cleared all of your debts, Davy. I asked Adam Lambert for a favor and he’s granted it. Raoul’s going to leave you alone now so you can come home from wherever you’ve gone, you coward. Damn it, I can’t believe you, David. Why couldn’t you have just come to me; or gone to mom and dad? Did you think we’d let you make any kind of blood debt payment to vampires? We would do anything for you! That’s what family is for.” He sighed, taking a breath. “Anyway, I’m not going to be home tonight, I need to go take care of something. So if you get this message, get your ass back home and stay here, wait for me. I’ll be back tomorrow night.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I’m so disappointed in you, Davy. We’ll talk when we see each other again.”
He ended the call abruptly and wanted to throw his cell across the room but knew that if he broke his phone, he’d have to sacrifice studio time to buy another one. He tossed it into his overnight bag instead and walked into the bathroom to collect his toothbrush and toothpaste, hair brush, moisturizer, and deodorant. He turned off the light and looked around his bedroom, trying to think of anything else that he might need.
“Who am I kidding?” He sighed, dumping the stuff into his bag. He knew that he probably wasn’t going to need a damn thing when he got there. Adam would either get it for him or…Kris wouldn’t need it because he’d be in bed, getting fucked and getting his blood sucked out…”by a vampire. Damn it.”
He zipped up the bag and carried it out into the hallway. The vampire stood by the door, waiting politely as Kris looked around the living room.
“Thanks for waiting, I’m ready,” Kris said, looking at the vampire.
“Of course, Mr Allen.”
Kris snorted. “It’s just Kris. And you are…”
He looked at the vampire expectantly and raised his eyebrows.
“Cassidy.”
“Nice to meet you, Cassidy,” Kris said, giving him a small grin. “All right. Well, I think I got everything. I mean, it’s just an overnight thing so…” He trailed off, utterly embarrassed. It wasn’t like he wanted to tell everyone that he was going to be the vampire Elder’s one night stand. To pay a debt that Kris didn’t owe.
Oh God…he was…he was a prostitute.
“It’ll be all right,” Cassidy said, giving him a genuine smile and taking Kris’s overnight bag gently from him. “Adam’s a good guy; he takes his job as city Elder very seriously. He’s tough on vampires and he’s tough on humans, but everyone loves him.”
He realized that Cassidy was right. Even though it was Adam who propositioned him, Kris didn’t feel any bitterness or anger towards the vampire. In fact, he could admit to the attraction and he could see now why humans wanted to take vampires as lovers. And though this wasn’t the right answer to his problems, Kris would take it because the alternative was unthinkable. He’d rather let Adam take his body and his blood before he gave it willingly to anyone else.
He locked the apartment door listening to the jangle of keys, the thunk of the lock setting, the weird lemony smell in the apartment hallway, and he wondered if these mundane things in his life would be different tomorrow.
***
“Brad is waiting for you in the music room, to your left,” Cassidy said, pointing Kris down a long hallway. “I’ll put your things in Adam’s suite.”
“Thanks,” he said, watching as Cassidy went up the curved stairs, disappearing to the second floor. Kris sighed, running his hands over his face and scratching the back of his head. He walked slowly down the hall, keeping to the long Persian hallway rugs running down the center of the marble floors.
There was a door slightly ajar and Kris peered inside. There were numerous instruments in the room so he thought he’d found the music room. He opened the door wider and saw Brad lounging on the piano bench, his elbows carelessly propped up against the Steinway.
“Well, hello, darling,” Brad called, waving for Kris to come inside. “Adam asked me to keep you entertained while he finishes up some vampire business.”
Kris looked around the room, his eyes moving from one instrument to the next. It wasn’t just a music room; this was a museum of some of the best musical instruments ever created by man.
“Lord, is that a Stradivarius?” Kris stared at the viola propped up on a stand, like it wasn’t a historical artifact. “Did you know that Stradivari only made 13 violas? They say that he perfected sound during his Golden Period. I wonder…this is a Cassavetti. There’s only one of its kind and it’s supposed to be in the Library of Congress.” Kris looked at Brad who was watching him silently. “This can’t be the real thing, can it?”
“Adam doesn’t play with anything fake,” Brad said, coolly.
“He plays?” Kris looked around the room. “Does he play all of these instruments?”
Brad laughed. “Sadly, no, but that doesn’t mean Adam doesn’t appreciate quality when he sees it.” He raised his eyebrow at Kris and gave him a challenging smile.
Kris grinned, turning away and shaking his head. He reached out to touch the viola. “Do you think he’d mind if I just…touched it for a second?”
“Go ahead, darling, touch it all you want.”
Kris laughed, looking at Brad. “Don’t be a jerk.”
“Do you play?”
“Yes,” he said, brushing his fingertip down the body of the viola. “I haven’t played in a long time, but I can play.”
“Well, that’s decided then,” Brad said, picking up the viola. Kris nearly screamed, his hands moving around the viola as Brad lifted it carelessly. “Wow, you really are a special one, aren’t you, Kristopher Allen?”
“That is a Stradivarius, Brad. It’s worth millions! It’s actually priceless, that’s how…please, just hand it to me,” Kris said, holding out both hands, glaring at Brad to give it to him. “Carefully!”
Brad sighed and gently placed the viola in Kris’s hands.
“Oh my…a Stradivarius,” Kris said, his hands holding the instrument gently but firmly.
“Why don’t you give it a go?” Brad picked up the bow, swishing it around in the air.
“I couldn’t,” Kris whispered, shaking his head slowly. “Only a master of the viola should play a Stradivarius.”
“Play it, Kris.” Brad snickered. “I know you want to.”
Kris bit his lip, so tempted – more than tempted. He wanted to play it, for just a second, just to hear the mythical sound of an instrument that was one of its kind. He glanced at Brad and tucked the viola under his chin. The reach was perfect for his arm. He plucked at the strings, feeling them to be perfectly taut. Someone had played it recently, the resin on the string still slick to his fingers. Brad handed him the bow and Kris closed his eyes, fingers moving along the neck, fingers finding their places, and Kris held his breath as he touched the bow to the strings, playing the opening notes of Bach’s “Two Famous Minuets in G”.
He shuddered, hearing the low vibrato of the music from the body of the viola. This was the reason why a Stradivari instrument was so coveted. People paid millions of dollars to own one; some had even killed to have one. Kris held the note for a long moment, just enjoying the depth of the sound, and opened his eyes, pulling the bow away.
“Amazing,” he whispered, carefully setting the viola back on its stand and putting the bow beside it on the table. “Um…thanks for letting me play it.”
Brad watched him, his mouth parted. Kris could see the tips of his fangs. He looked away quickly and shoved his hands into his pockets, staring at the other instruments in the room.
“All of these instruments are amazing,” Kris said, softly. “Adam shouldn’t just keep them as trophies, he should have musicians come and play them, keep them tuned.”
“Who says that he doesn’t?” Brad murmured, walking towards him. He smiled at Kris, nothing but friendliness in it. “I can see why Adam likes you.”
Kris snorted, rolling his eyes. “Come on.”
“Sure, whatever you say,” Brad said, winking at him. “Come with me, sweetheart, and I’ll introduce you to Adam’s favorites. Of course, yours truly is his number one favorite – though, honestly, if you were to take my place, I wouldn’t bitch about it too much – and Adam likes to keep his favorites close by.” Kris chuckled as Brad pressed his cheek against Kris’s neck, sniffing him. “You really are a tasty morsel; I really, really, really want to bite you. Say yes.”
Kris shook his head and gave Brad a small smile. “No. Sorry.”
“Of course Adam would pick a guy who was actually loyal to him,” Brad said, sighing dramatically. He took Kris’s hand and smiled at him. “Allison will love you to pieces. Better be nicest to her, Adam dotes on her like a little sister.”
Kris nodded, biting his lip. He let Brad pull him out of the music room and Kris glanced back, looking at everything that he could one more time, a last time.
“You and Adam seem really close. Have you known him long?”
Brad chuckled. “He’s my Primogenitor. He turned me 125 years ago. I was his first child. When he tells the story, he says that he was trying to save my life; but honestly, he just couldn’t resist me and wanted to freeze my fabulousness forever.”
Kris laughed. “You’re so full of it, Brad.”
“Ohhhh, honey, that’s not all I’m full of,” Brad murmured, smirking. He led Kris down another long hallway and into a room that was more casual and decorated with darker colors. The room looked like something out of a very expensive ski resort – lots of wood paneling, thick rugs, bearskin on the floors, and a large fireplace that was unlit. “Welcome to the playroom.”
Kris rolled his eyes. “Do I even want to know?”
“Probably not,” Brad said, squeezing his hand in amusement. “Bitches! I’ve brought an offering!”
He waved his hands at Kris as the small group of people turned to gaze at him. Kris gave them a nervous wave and a smile. “Hey. Not really an offering, I’m just a guest of Adam’s.”
“You must be Kris!” A young girl called, pushing off the two vampires leaning against her as she stood up and nearly ran towards him. “I’m Allison.”
Kris shook her hand and smiled widely at her. She looked 17-years old with flaming red hair. Her eyes were lined with kohl and she wore something that made her cheeks glitter in the light. “Hi, nice to meet you.”
“She’s Adam’s second child,” Brad said, raising his eyebrow at Kris.
Allison took Kris’s hand, pulling him further into the room and towards the set of three leather couches in the center of the room. “Come on, Kris, tell us all about you. We’re dying for new company and new stories and—“
“And new blood,” another vampire murmured, huskily. He grinned at Kris lazily, half of his blond-black hair covering his face like a living Japanese anime character. “Tommy. Charmed.”
“Kris. Uh, happy.”
Tommy chuckled, looking at Brad and then at Allison. She frowned at Tommy as Brad just blew Tommy a kiss.
“Don’t be so jealous, love, it makes your face get all squinchy,” Brad told him, sitting down on the couch.
Allison pulled Kris to sit beside her. She curled her legs under her and was nearly bouncing with excitement. “Soooo…what do you do?”
“I’m a songwriter. I work for a small label and I write songs and demos for their singers.”
“What kind of songs? Have you written anything really famous?”
Kris laughed. “Well, nothing really famous. They’re mostly indie singers, you know, people who want to sing about peace and love and recycling.”
Allison giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “Ohhhhh, Kris! That’s just...so bad!”
Kris laughed with her and sank comfortably into the leather couch. He sighed, gazing at the vampires in the room. “But I love it, even if it’s not the kind of stuff I want to be doing. I still get to write songs; I get to do something I love.”
“Do you write songs for yourself? I mean, do you want to cut a record?”
He smiled, feeling shy about voicing his ambitions. “Yeah, I do. Someday. Right now, it’s just grunt work, but I’m learning about the industry. And I get to be in the studio and do some of my own stuff. So…the dream is still alive.”
“You should tell Adam. He’s got such great taste in music – and just about everything else for that matter,” Allison said, grinning at him. “And he has connections in everything. If he likes your stuff, he’d totally get you a record deal.”
Kris looked at Brad and then Tommy. He saw Cassidy sprawled on one of the other couches. They were all watching him steadily. “Well, uh…that’s…really generous. I think that taking my time and developing my skills is the best thing for me to do.”
“That’s so sweet,” she said, looking at him with a different look in her eyes – something older, jaded. “Usually, people just jump at the chance to get Adam to do stuff for them.”
Brad snorted. “Yeah, don’t let that innocent face fool you, Kristopher. Allison here is a natural born killer.”
“Oh Bradley,” she murmured, rolling her eyes at him. “You are such a pest. Daddy really needs to discipline you, it’s way beyond time.”
Kris made a face and laughed softly. Daddy? Really! Allison turned her dark eyes on Kris and stared at him for a long moment.
“And what brings you to us, Kris?”
He cleared his throat, looking around the room, wondering how much Adam told them about why Kris was there. “There was a misunderstanding and Adam was nice to help me resolve a problem with my brother and another vampire.”
“Nice?” Tommy said, snickering.
“A favor,” Brad murmured, looking at Allison.
She looked at Brad and then at Kris and then back to Brad again. “Seriously? A favor?”
“Yep.”
“And he actually granted one?”
“Are you not seeing what I’m seeing?” Brad said, waving his hand at Kris.
Allison cocked her head and looked at Kris again. “Hmm.”
“What does that mean?”
“You know, Adam doesn’t give out favors to just anyone; and there’s always strings attached,” she said, softly. “What’s your price, Kris?”
“That’s enough, Alli,” Adam said, walking into the room. He placed his hand on Kris’s shoulder and smiled at him. “I apologize for not being here to welcome you back to my home. Why don’t we go for a walk?”
Kris nodded, getting up slowly. “Sure, that sounds great.” He turned to smile at the other vampires. “It was nice to meet you.”
None of them replied, but they stared at him, their gaze a little more interested; their smiles a little more knowing. Kris walked around the couches until he reached Adam, who placed his arm around Kris’s shoulders, walking him out of the room.
“Have my children treated you well?”
Kris stared at him. “Your children? Seriously, I’ll never get over stuff like that.”
“I blood turned all of them. They’re in my bloodline; and I’m the kind of Primogenitor who likes to keep the kids close by. It makes it easier to watch out for them and keep them out of trouble,” he said, chuckling softly.
“Am I allowed to ask how old you are?”
“I’m 165 years old, but don’t I look good for my age?”
Kris laughed, nodding. “Yeah, man, you don’t look a day over 30.”
***
Adam was a wonderful companion. He didn’t talk nonstop; he let the quiet between them just be. Kris felt his body flush hot and cold, his palms sweaty one minute, goose bumps crawling over his skin the next. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans to stop their trembling and he wondered when Adam was going to bite him or…ask for other things.
“This house isn’t the usual home of a vampire Elder,” Adam said, softly. “There’s a grand house in Beverly Hills that the vampire Elder lives until he or she retires.”
“But you like it in WeHo.”
“This is my home of choice,” Adam murmured. He took a deep breath and sighed, smiling into the night. “I was born in San Diego in 1815. I had a normal life once; I had parents and a younger brother. I was born in a time when California was the wild west, untamed, ruled by Indian tribes. I went to San Francisco to look for work and I was waylaid by Indians. Robert found me, near dead, and he blood turned me. I was never angry or bitter about the change; I embraced being a vampire fully from the very beginning.”
Kris grinned, looking up at him. “You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who lives with regrets.”
“You know, I loved California in the 1800s. I made my fortune during the Gold Rush. I was there when California was admitted to the Union as a free state. I fought for the prohibition of slavery. I was even a messenger on the Pony Express for a while.”
Kris laughed, reaching up to pat Adam on the back. “Man, I can’t imagine all the things you’ve seen, all the history that you’ve been a part of.”
“And just imagine what the next 100 years will be like,” Adam said, softly, looking at Kris.
He smiled, shaking head. “I wouldn’t even know where to start. Some people were meant to have just one lifetime, to live in the present the best way that they know how.”
“And what would you say if you were given the chance at immortality?”
“Probably say thank you, but no,” he said, shrugging.
Adam nodded, placing his hand on Kris’s neck, fingers curling into his hair. He shivered at the touch and looked up at Adam in anticipation.
“You’re so jumpy,” he said, softly.
“I, uh, I guess I’m just nervous and wondering when you were going to, you know, bite me and, uh, you know…”
Adam chuckled, throatily. “Well, if you want to get the first one out of the way so you can relax, I’m more than happy to give you what you want.”
Before Kris could even form a reply or a denial, Adam pulled him close, kissing him deeply. He moaned in surprise and just gave in. This was why he was here, why he made the deal. He believed in keeping promises, and despite his panic, Kris was a man of his word. He let out a startled sound of pain when Adam dipped a sharp fang into the soft flesh of his bottom lip, sucking on the wound and drawing out his blood.
Adam growled, his arms pulling Kris even closer and nearly lifting him up to his toes. He took a step and Kris was backed against a palm tree. He panted as Adam pressed his leg between Kris’s thighs, pressing hard against him.
Kris pulled away, licking at the small cut on his lip, trying to catch his breath. He could see Adam’s blue eyes glowing in the darkness and he sucked in his breath when Adam bent his neck, licking wetly up his throat.
“That’s…ohmygod…”
“Hmmm,” Adam seemed to agree, licking him and licking him. “I’m going to give you a little bite, just take a little bit of your blood.”
“Umm. Okay?” Kris murmured, gripping Adam’s jacket tightly in his fists. “Go…go for it, I’m ready.”
Adam chuckled against the muscle of his neck. “No, you’re not, but you won’t regret it.”
“I—oh, shit!” Kris bit back his shout of pain, feeling the fangs bore into his neck, a slow hot stab into his flesh. He jerked and tried to pull away but Adam just held him tighter, pressing him hard against the tree to keep him from moving.
He was not ready at all.
The pain was indescribable. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to breathe through it. He groaned when Adam pulled his fangs out, sucking on him steadily, swallowing thickly. He could smell his blood and he gasped when Adam plunged his fangs back into his neck.
“Adam…please—“
Please stop, it hurts, please stop…
He wondered how much blood Adam was taking. He didn’t have anything to compare it to, but it felt like Adam was pulling and pulling mouthfuls of his blood from him. He struggled when he felt Adam’s hand slide between them, undoing his jeans. He wanted to protest, or at least ask Adam to take them somewhere private, when Adam curled his hand around Kris’s cock, stroking him fast with firm, expert pulls.
Kris breathed through his mouth as his body reacted to Adam’s touch, the pleasure somehow overcoming the pain. He felt his cock harden, the large hand wrapped perfectly around him, touching him in a way that made Kris want to thrust into his hand, his hips moving mindlessly between them.
“Don’t stop,” Kris said, moaning loudly. “Hmmm, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
Adam growled, slamming his fangs even deeper into Kris’s neck, his hand working frantically on Kris’s cock. He leaned his head back, one hand slipping into the back of Adam’s hair, gripping tightly and pulling him closer.
He didn’t know when it changed, when it went from pain to something else. Kris dropped his other hand between them, covering Adam’s hand on his cock, guiding him into a faster rhythm and a tighter grip. He didn’t realize that he was moaning nonstop now, uttering words like “come on, come on, fuck, faster, please, just a little more, like this, yes, fuck, yes, Adam, please”. He didn’t know that when he came, spurting over their hands, that his blood would taste different – more alive, robust, spicy with pleasure.
Adam groaned, pulling his fangs out of his neck, licking the wound closed. “Fuck, Kris, oh fuck…”
Kris panted roughly, slumped back against the tree, and groaned softly as Adam gentled his hand on his sensitive cock. He watched as Adam lifted his hand and licked it clean. He was dizzy with blood loss, his breathing heavy. And just watching Adam lick his fingers of his come, his eyes on Kris, was turning him on again, like his body was wired to be greedy for it.
“I…wow…that was…”
Adam kissed him and Kris tasted blood and come on Adam’s tongue – that was his blood and come. The kiss was wet and messy and all tongue and teeth.
“I think we need to go to my bedroom right the fuck now.”
Kris looked at him, giving him a slow grin. “Yeah.”
***
Author:
house_of_lantis Pairing: Adam/Kris, lots of Kradam RPS characters.
Rating: R, not too explicit.
Warnings: Sex, bloodplay.
Disclaimer: Not true, not mine; just borrowing Adam Lambert’s the title from his debut album “For Your Entertainment”; borrowing Kris Allen’s song titles from his album “Brand New Shoes”.
Original prompt #61: Kris Allen is forced to approach Adam Lambert, King of the Vampires in LA California to request a favor. Adam, attracted to Kris, grants the favor on the condition that Kris spend one night with him. Kris agrees, but Adam is unable to stop thinking about him after their single night of passion. Adam determines to find him and make Kris his . . . permanently.
Author’s Note: I’ve made some changes to the prompt to fit in my vampire!verse world.
Summary: Kris’s brother, David, owes a blood debt to a vampire and he’s run away leaving Kris as collateral. Vampire Elder Adam agrees to interfere on Kris’s behalf as a favor, but is Kris willing to pay the ultimate price?
***
PART II: I’ve Been Played
“You better call me back when you get this message, David. How could you do this to me? How could you just offer me up to vampires! I’m your brother, man. You are so out of control!” Kris yelled into his cell phone. He took a deep, shuddering breath, throwing random clothes into his suitcase as he paced his bedroom. “I’ve cleared all of your debts, Davy. I asked Adam Lambert for a favor and he’s granted it. Raoul’s going to leave you alone now so you can come home from wherever you’ve gone, you coward. Damn it, I can’t believe you, David. Why couldn’t you have just come to me; or gone to mom and dad? Did you think we’d let you make any kind of blood debt payment to vampires? We would do anything for you! That’s what family is for.” He sighed, taking a breath. “Anyway, I’m not going to be home tonight, I need to go take care of something. So if you get this message, get your ass back home and stay here, wait for me. I’ll be back tomorrow night.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I’m so disappointed in you, Davy. We’ll talk when we see each other again.”
He ended the call abruptly and wanted to throw his cell across the room but knew that if he broke his phone, he’d have to sacrifice studio time to buy another one. He tossed it into his overnight bag instead and walked into the bathroom to collect his toothbrush and toothpaste, hair brush, moisturizer, and deodorant. He turned off the light and looked around his bedroom, trying to think of anything else that he might need.
“Who am I kidding?” He sighed, dumping the stuff into his bag. He knew that he probably wasn’t going to need a damn thing when he got there. Adam would either get it for him or…Kris wouldn’t need it because he’d be in bed, getting fucked and getting his blood sucked out…”by a vampire. Damn it.”
He zipped up the bag and carried it out into the hallway. The vampire stood by the door, waiting politely as Kris looked around the living room.
“Thanks for waiting, I’m ready,” Kris said, looking at the vampire.
“Of course, Mr Allen.”
Kris snorted. “It’s just Kris. And you are…”
He looked at the vampire expectantly and raised his eyebrows.
“Cassidy.”
“Nice to meet you, Cassidy,” Kris said, giving him a small grin. “All right. Well, I think I got everything. I mean, it’s just an overnight thing so…” He trailed off, utterly embarrassed. It wasn’t like he wanted to tell everyone that he was going to be the vampire Elder’s one night stand. To pay a debt that Kris didn’t owe.
Oh God…he was…he was a prostitute.
“It’ll be all right,” Cassidy said, giving him a genuine smile and taking Kris’s overnight bag gently from him. “Adam’s a good guy; he takes his job as city Elder very seriously. He’s tough on vampires and he’s tough on humans, but everyone loves him.”
He realized that Cassidy was right. Even though it was Adam who propositioned him, Kris didn’t feel any bitterness or anger towards the vampire. In fact, he could admit to the attraction and he could see now why humans wanted to take vampires as lovers. And though this wasn’t the right answer to his problems, Kris would take it because the alternative was unthinkable. He’d rather let Adam take his body and his blood before he gave it willingly to anyone else.
He locked the apartment door listening to the jangle of keys, the thunk of the lock setting, the weird lemony smell in the apartment hallway, and he wondered if these mundane things in his life would be different tomorrow.
***
“Brad is waiting for you in the music room, to your left,” Cassidy said, pointing Kris down a long hallway. “I’ll put your things in Adam’s suite.”
“Thanks,” he said, watching as Cassidy went up the curved stairs, disappearing to the second floor. Kris sighed, running his hands over his face and scratching the back of his head. He walked slowly down the hall, keeping to the long Persian hallway rugs running down the center of the marble floors.
There was a door slightly ajar and Kris peered inside. There were numerous instruments in the room so he thought he’d found the music room. He opened the door wider and saw Brad lounging on the piano bench, his elbows carelessly propped up against the Steinway.
“Well, hello, darling,” Brad called, waving for Kris to come inside. “Adam asked me to keep you entertained while he finishes up some vampire business.”
Kris looked around the room, his eyes moving from one instrument to the next. It wasn’t just a music room; this was a museum of some of the best musical instruments ever created by man.
“Lord, is that a Stradivarius?” Kris stared at the viola propped up on a stand, like it wasn’t a historical artifact. “Did you know that Stradivari only made 13 violas? They say that he perfected sound during his Golden Period. I wonder…this is a Cassavetti. There’s only one of its kind and it’s supposed to be in the Library of Congress.” Kris looked at Brad who was watching him silently. “This can’t be the real thing, can it?”
“Adam doesn’t play with anything fake,” Brad said, coolly.
“He plays?” Kris looked around the room. “Does he play all of these instruments?”
Brad laughed. “Sadly, no, but that doesn’t mean Adam doesn’t appreciate quality when he sees it.” He raised his eyebrow at Kris and gave him a challenging smile.
Kris grinned, turning away and shaking his head. He reached out to touch the viola. “Do you think he’d mind if I just…touched it for a second?”
“Go ahead, darling, touch it all you want.”
Kris laughed, looking at Brad. “Don’t be a jerk.”
“Do you play?”
“Yes,” he said, brushing his fingertip down the body of the viola. “I haven’t played in a long time, but I can play.”
“Well, that’s decided then,” Brad said, picking up the viola. Kris nearly screamed, his hands moving around the viola as Brad lifted it carelessly. “Wow, you really are a special one, aren’t you, Kristopher Allen?”
“That is a Stradivarius, Brad. It’s worth millions! It’s actually priceless, that’s how…please, just hand it to me,” Kris said, holding out both hands, glaring at Brad to give it to him. “Carefully!”
Brad sighed and gently placed the viola in Kris’s hands.
“Oh my…a Stradivarius,” Kris said, his hands holding the instrument gently but firmly.
“Why don’t you give it a go?” Brad picked up the bow, swishing it around in the air.
“I couldn’t,” Kris whispered, shaking his head slowly. “Only a master of the viola should play a Stradivarius.”
“Play it, Kris.” Brad snickered. “I know you want to.”
Kris bit his lip, so tempted – more than tempted. He wanted to play it, for just a second, just to hear the mythical sound of an instrument that was one of its kind. He glanced at Brad and tucked the viola under his chin. The reach was perfect for his arm. He plucked at the strings, feeling them to be perfectly taut. Someone had played it recently, the resin on the string still slick to his fingers. Brad handed him the bow and Kris closed his eyes, fingers moving along the neck, fingers finding their places, and Kris held his breath as he touched the bow to the strings, playing the opening notes of Bach’s “Two Famous Minuets in G”.
He shuddered, hearing the low vibrato of the music from the body of the viola. This was the reason why a Stradivari instrument was so coveted. People paid millions of dollars to own one; some had even killed to have one. Kris held the note for a long moment, just enjoying the depth of the sound, and opened his eyes, pulling the bow away.
“Amazing,” he whispered, carefully setting the viola back on its stand and putting the bow beside it on the table. “Um…thanks for letting me play it.”
Brad watched him, his mouth parted. Kris could see the tips of his fangs. He looked away quickly and shoved his hands into his pockets, staring at the other instruments in the room.
“All of these instruments are amazing,” Kris said, softly. “Adam shouldn’t just keep them as trophies, he should have musicians come and play them, keep them tuned.”
“Who says that he doesn’t?” Brad murmured, walking towards him. He smiled at Kris, nothing but friendliness in it. “I can see why Adam likes you.”
Kris snorted, rolling his eyes. “Come on.”
“Sure, whatever you say,” Brad said, winking at him. “Come with me, sweetheart, and I’ll introduce you to Adam’s favorites. Of course, yours truly is his number one favorite – though, honestly, if you were to take my place, I wouldn’t bitch about it too much – and Adam likes to keep his favorites close by.” Kris chuckled as Brad pressed his cheek against Kris’s neck, sniffing him. “You really are a tasty morsel; I really, really, really want to bite you. Say yes.”
Kris shook his head and gave Brad a small smile. “No. Sorry.”
“Of course Adam would pick a guy who was actually loyal to him,” Brad said, sighing dramatically. He took Kris’s hand and smiled at him. “Allison will love you to pieces. Better be nicest to her, Adam dotes on her like a little sister.”
Kris nodded, biting his lip. He let Brad pull him out of the music room and Kris glanced back, looking at everything that he could one more time, a last time.
“You and Adam seem really close. Have you known him long?”
Brad chuckled. “He’s my Primogenitor. He turned me 125 years ago. I was his first child. When he tells the story, he says that he was trying to save my life; but honestly, he just couldn’t resist me and wanted to freeze my fabulousness forever.”
Kris laughed. “You’re so full of it, Brad.”
“Ohhhh, honey, that’s not all I’m full of,” Brad murmured, smirking. He led Kris down another long hallway and into a room that was more casual and decorated with darker colors. The room looked like something out of a very expensive ski resort – lots of wood paneling, thick rugs, bearskin on the floors, and a large fireplace that was unlit. “Welcome to the playroom.”
Kris rolled his eyes. “Do I even want to know?”
“Probably not,” Brad said, squeezing his hand in amusement. “Bitches! I’ve brought an offering!”
He waved his hands at Kris as the small group of people turned to gaze at him. Kris gave them a nervous wave and a smile. “Hey. Not really an offering, I’m just a guest of Adam’s.”
“You must be Kris!” A young girl called, pushing off the two vampires leaning against her as she stood up and nearly ran towards him. “I’m Allison.”
Kris shook her hand and smiled widely at her. She looked 17-years old with flaming red hair. Her eyes were lined with kohl and she wore something that made her cheeks glitter in the light. “Hi, nice to meet you.”
“She’s Adam’s second child,” Brad said, raising his eyebrow at Kris.
Allison took Kris’s hand, pulling him further into the room and towards the set of three leather couches in the center of the room. “Come on, Kris, tell us all about you. We’re dying for new company and new stories and—“
“And new blood,” another vampire murmured, huskily. He grinned at Kris lazily, half of his blond-black hair covering his face like a living Japanese anime character. “Tommy. Charmed.”
“Kris. Uh, happy.”
Tommy chuckled, looking at Brad and then at Allison. She frowned at Tommy as Brad just blew Tommy a kiss.
“Don’t be so jealous, love, it makes your face get all squinchy,” Brad told him, sitting down on the couch.
Allison pulled Kris to sit beside her. She curled her legs under her and was nearly bouncing with excitement. “Soooo…what do you do?”
“I’m a songwriter. I work for a small label and I write songs and demos for their singers.”
“What kind of songs? Have you written anything really famous?”
Kris laughed. “Well, nothing really famous. They’re mostly indie singers, you know, people who want to sing about peace and love and recycling.”
Allison giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “Ohhhhh, Kris! That’s just...so bad!”
Kris laughed with her and sank comfortably into the leather couch. He sighed, gazing at the vampires in the room. “But I love it, even if it’s not the kind of stuff I want to be doing. I still get to write songs; I get to do something I love.”
“Do you write songs for yourself? I mean, do you want to cut a record?”
He smiled, feeling shy about voicing his ambitions. “Yeah, I do. Someday. Right now, it’s just grunt work, but I’m learning about the industry. And I get to be in the studio and do some of my own stuff. So…the dream is still alive.”
“You should tell Adam. He’s got such great taste in music – and just about everything else for that matter,” Allison said, grinning at him. “And he has connections in everything. If he likes your stuff, he’d totally get you a record deal.”
Kris looked at Brad and then Tommy. He saw Cassidy sprawled on one of the other couches. They were all watching him steadily. “Well, uh…that’s…really generous. I think that taking my time and developing my skills is the best thing for me to do.”
“That’s so sweet,” she said, looking at him with a different look in her eyes – something older, jaded. “Usually, people just jump at the chance to get Adam to do stuff for them.”
Brad snorted. “Yeah, don’t let that innocent face fool you, Kristopher. Allison here is a natural born killer.”
“Oh Bradley,” she murmured, rolling her eyes at him. “You are such a pest. Daddy really needs to discipline you, it’s way beyond time.”
Kris made a face and laughed softly. Daddy? Really! Allison turned her dark eyes on Kris and stared at him for a long moment.
“And what brings you to us, Kris?”
He cleared his throat, looking around the room, wondering how much Adam told them about why Kris was there. “There was a misunderstanding and Adam was nice to help me resolve a problem with my brother and another vampire.”
“Nice?” Tommy said, snickering.
“A favor,” Brad murmured, looking at Allison.
She looked at Brad and then at Kris and then back to Brad again. “Seriously? A favor?”
“Yep.”
“And he actually granted one?”
“Are you not seeing what I’m seeing?” Brad said, waving his hand at Kris.
Allison cocked her head and looked at Kris again. “Hmm.”
“What does that mean?”
“You know, Adam doesn’t give out favors to just anyone; and there’s always strings attached,” she said, softly. “What’s your price, Kris?”
“That’s enough, Alli,” Adam said, walking into the room. He placed his hand on Kris’s shoulder and smiled at him. “I apologize for not being here to welcome you back to my home. Why don’t we go for a walk?”
Kris nodded, getting up slowly. “Sure, that sounds great.” He turned to smile at the other vampires. “It was nice to meet you.”
None of them replied, but they stared at him, their gaze a little more interested; their smiles a little more knowing. Kris walked around the couches until he reached Adam, who placed his arm around Kris’s shoulders, walking him out of the room.
“Have my children treated you well?”
Kris stared at him. “Your children? Seriously, I’ll never get over stuff like that.”
“I blood turned all of them. They’re in my bloodline; and I’m the kind of Primogenitor who likes to keep the kids close by. It makes it easier to watch out for them and keep them out of trouble,” he said, chuckling softly.
“Am I allowed to ask how old you are?”
“I’m 165 years old, but don’t I look good for my age?”
Kris laughed, nodding. “Yeah, man, you don’t look a day over 30.”
***
Adam was a wonderful companion. He didn’t talk nonstop; he let the quiet between them just be. Kris felt his body flush hot and cold, his palms sweaty one minute, goose bumps crawling over his skin the next. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans to stop their trembling and he wondered when Adam was going to bite him or…ask for other things.
“This house isn’t the usual home of a vampire Elder,” Adam said, softly. “There’s a grand house in Beverly Hills that the vampire Elder lives until he or she retires.”
“But you like it in WeHo.”
“This is my home of choice,” Adam murmured. He took a deep breath and sighed, smiling into the night. “I was born in San Diego in 1815. I had a normal life once; I had parents and a younger brother. I was born in a time when California was the wild west, untamed, ruled by Indian tribes. I went to San Francisco to look for work and I was waylaid by Indians. Robert found me, near dead, and he blood turned me. I was never angry or bitter about the change; I embraced being a vampire fully from the very beginning.”
Kris grinned, looking up at him. “You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who lives with regrets.”
“You know, I loved California in the 1800s. I made my fortune during the Gold Rush. I was there when California was admitted to the Union as a free state. I fought for the prohibition of slavery. I was even a messenger on the Pony Express for a while.”
Kris laughed, reaching up to pat Adam on the back. “Man, I can’t imagine all the things you’ve seen, all the history that you’ve been a part of.”
“And just imagine what the next 100 years will be like,” Adam said, softly, looking at Kris.
He smiled, shaking head. “I wouldn’t even know where to start. Some people were meant to have just one lifetime, to live in the present the best way that they know how.”
“And what would you say if you were given the chance at immortality?”
“Probably say thank you, but no,” he said, shrugging.
Adam nodded, placing his hand on Kris’s neck, fingers curling into his hair. He shivered at the touch and looked up at Adam in anticipation.
“You’re so jumpy,” he said, softly.
“I, uh, I guess I’m just nervous and wondering when you were going to, you know, bite me and, uh, you know…”
Adam chuckled, throatily. “Well, if you want to get the first one out of the way so you can relax, I’m more than happy to give you what you want.”
Before Kris could even form a reply or a denial, Adam pulled him close, kissing him deeply. He moaned in surprise and just gave in. This was why he was here, why he made the deal. He believed in keeping promises, and despite his panic, Kris was a man of his word. He let out a startled sound of pain when Adam dipped a sharp fang into the soft flesh of his bottom lip, sucking on the wound and drawing out his blood.
Adam growled, his arms pulling Kris even closer and nearly lifting him up to his toes. He took a step and Kris was backed against a palm tree. He panted as Adam pressed his leg between Kris’s thighs, pressing hard against him.
Kris pulled away, licking at the small cut on his lip, trying to catch his breath. He could see Adam’s blue eyes glowing in the darkness and he sucked in his breath when Adam bent his neck, licking wetly up his throat.
“That’s…ohmygod…”
“Hmmm,” Adam seemed to agree, licking him and licking him. “I’m going to give you a little bite, just take a little bit of your blood.”
“Umm. Okay?” Kris murmured, gripping Adam’s jacket tightly in his fists. “Go…go for it, I’m ready.”
Adam chuckled against the muscle of his neck. “No, you’re not, but you won’t regret it.”
“I—oh, shit!” Kris bit back his shout of pain, feeling the fangs bore into his neck, a slow hot stab into his flesh. He jerked and tried to pull away but Adam just held him tighter, pressing him hard against the tree to keep him from moving.
He was not ready at all.
The pain was indescribable. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to breathe through it. He groaned when Adam pulled his fangs out, sucking on him steadily, swallowing thickly. He could smell his blood and he gasped when Adam plunged his fangs back into his neck.
“Adam…please—“
Please stop, it hurts, please stop…
He wondered how much blood Adam was taking. He didn’t have anything to compare it to, but it felt like Adam was pulling and pulling mouthfuls of his blood from him. He struggled when he felt Adam’s hand slide between them, undoing his jeans. He wanted to protest, or at least ask Adam to take them somewhere private, when Adam curled his hand around Kris’s cock, stroking him fast with firm, expert pulls.
Kris breathed through his mouth as his body reacted to Adam’s touch, the pleasure somehow overcoming the pain. He felt his cock harden, the large hand wrapped perfectly around him, touching him in a way that made Kris want to thrust into his hand, his hips moving mindlessly between them.
“Don’t stop,” Kris said, moaning loudly. “Hmmm, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
Adam growled, slamming his fangs even deeper into Kris’s neck, his hand working frantically on Kris’s cock. He leaned his head back, one hand slipping into the back of Adam’s hair, gripping tightly and pulling him closer.
He didn’t know when it changed, when it went from pain to something else. Kris dropped his other hand between them, covering Adam’s hand on his cock, guiding him into a faster rhythm and a tighter grip. He didn’t realize that he was moaning nonstop now, uttering words like “come on, come on, fuck, faster, please, just a little more, like this, yes, fuck, yes, Adam, please”. He didn’t know that when he came, spurting over their hands, that his blood would taste different – more alive, robust, spicy with pleasure.
Adam groaned, pulling his fangs out of his neck, licking the wound closed. “Fuck, Kris, oh fuck…”
Kris panted roughly, slumped back against the tree, and groaned softly as Adam gentled his hand on his sensitive cock. He watched as Adam lifted his hand and licked it clean. He was dizzy with blood loss, his breathing heavy. And just watching Adam lick his fingers of his come, his eyes on Kris, was turning him on again, like his body was wired to be greedy for it.
“I…wow…that was…”
Adam kissed him and Kris tasted blood and come on Adam’s tongue – that was his blood and come. The kiss was wet and messy and all tongue and teeth.
“I think we need to go to my bedroom right the fuck now.”
Kris looked at him, giving him a slow grin. “Yeah.”
***
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Date: 2010-09-08 11:47 am (UTC)I'm a big sucker for weird little details. The vampire Adam seemed to me that he would collect beautiful things because it made him happy. He seemed like the type who wanted his family close by. :) Possessive. Controlling. Dominating. Heehee. You know, the good stuff. LOL.
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