Who: Adrian & Kane Where: Castle View - Blackwater Woods When: Friday morning, around 3am Warning: NSFW, gore, sex Status: complete, Part 1
Adrian had just found that he could sneak out of the house without alerting Mila or Aaron. It helped that he was in full blast wendigo mode and everything felt easier, but it was still something he wanted to tuck away for later. Too bad he wouldn't remember. Caius had summoned him again and it was only his current state of mind that kept him from being outright pissed off about it. He knew that somewhere underneath his nonchalance he hated Caius for what he was making him do, and not being able to tell anyone about it - not even through a text - didn't make it any better. He wanted to remember this in the morning, to leave himself a message somehow so he knew what was really going on but even that was impossible and every time he tried, he just couldn't do it, like it was an executive dysfunction times a hundred.
He wasn't hungry, that was something. He knew that without Caius's help he would still be starving, even if he'd eaten a whole person. Again. Maybe that was something he didn't need to know when he was feeling fully human, all that guilt he felt so free of right now was heavy enough in the daytime. The thought of going back home made him feel jittery and he knew there was no way he was going to fall asleep anytime soon so he quickly changed his course to head to Castle View instead. He didn't know if Kane was awake or if he had company, nor did he really care, he just had too much energy flowing through his system and he wanted to use it. He wanted to hunt.
He parked the car a bit away from Kane's apartment and jogged across the parking lot before heading inside and knocking. If Kane's back scratcher was there, he'd get to see that person and it didn't bother him right now, if anything he was curious about him or her and what they were to Kane. All he really gave a shit about was that Kane was awake and willing to indulge him, to do anything to distract him from the way his body felt tight like he'd just worked out too hard and needed to move to loosen it up again.
Kane was indeed alone, as he figured he would be every night until he finally died. Adrian’s visit had been an intensely bright spot in his shadowy existence, but then he’d woken up alone again and it had felt heavier ever since. He’d wanted it that way, trading the mood drop of having to say goodbye to the mood drop of waking up in bed by himself, and Kane still wasn’t sure which one was truly preferable. Since his back was still hurting -- he kept ‘being stupid about it’, after all -- he hadn’t gone anywhere that day or this one, opting instead to sleep as much as possible to avoid his own thoughts. Kane just wanted to dream, that was all.
He was stretched out on the couch with the TV on at a low volume, in the middle of one of those long snoozes, when there was a knock at the front door. He woke up abruptly, his pulse suddenly racing, and Kane grabbed for his phone first, like the sound might have come from there. It was the middle of the night, but Kane’s body clock was all over the place anyway, so he felt like he really woke up fast. It only took a second of him squinting at the screen for him to realize the sound hadn’t come from his phone, it had been more of a knock than a chime. Kane hauled himself up off the couch, hitching his boxer briefs up, and went to the door to look through the peephole.
Kane’s heart jumped in a different way when he saw who was on the other side of the door. He’d talked himself into thinking that Adrian wasn’t coming back several times in the past forty-eight hours, but now he was here ... at three in the morning? Without texting first? Kane unlocked the door and pulled it open, concern on his face. “Adrian? Everything okay?” he asked, his voice rusty.
Even sleep ruffled, Kane looked good enough to eat - which Adrian did not want to literally do so he quelled the urge to take out his frustration in sex for now. "I wanna go hunting," he said with a grin as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, leaning against it as he looked Kane up and down with undisguised appreciation. "You can sell whatever we catch and we can split the profits, I could use the cash. Mostly I just need the rush though." In the mood he was in, he might even call in his favor for this if Kane was too tired to go, it wasn't like he had to do shit except reap whatever soul they found, Adrian could do the killing. A part of him even wanted to find that incomprehensible and unkillable creature and give it a go, see which was more powerful, that thing or the wendigo inside of him. "You coming?"
Something in Kane responded just to the way Adrian leaned, his stomach fluttering with more than a late night adrenaline rush now. Or maybe it was feeling those hungry eyes on him. In any case, it took him a second to really register what Adrian was saying. Kane blinked as he caught up, one brow raising. “You wanna go hunting ... with me? For monsters?” he asked. He had to assume that Adrian didn’t mean go deer hunting, especially not at this time of night. For the rush? “Are you high or something?” Kane didn’t think so, not really. Adrian looked perfectly alert and sharp, definitely more so than Kane felt at the moment, having just woken up. One of his eyes narrowed a bit at Adrian and he leaned in a little closer to study him. The light in the room was dim, and he thought he could detect a faint shimmer in Adrian’s pupils.
Adrian let out a little laugh at that. Was he high? In a way he was; elevated with power, two curses fighting each other inside of him, acting a bit like two medications that didn't agree with each other, trying to cancel each other out. "Maybe a little high," he replied, raising his chin when Kane leaned in closer, staring at him almost defiantly. "Or maybe I just have a lot of energy to burn off tonight." He felt tempted to grab Kane, physically move him or pick him up to show him just what was going on with him, let him feel how strong he was right now, but he didn't want him scared right now - he wanted him primed for hunting. "I'll do the heavy lifting, make sure your stitches don't get all fucked up again."
Kane realized all at once that it wasn’t the same Adrian standing in front of him who’d cuddled him to sleep the other night. This was the Adrian who’d turned the tables on him so easily in the hunting cabin, who got him locked up and straddled him. Maybe that ought to make him afraid, but it didn’t, not this time. Kane got a tingly rush to his groin instead, more of the sleep fog clearing from his brain. He was in the presence of a predator, he needed to be alert. This particular one had spared Kane’s life when he didn’t have to though, and while he did sense the lowkey danger radiating off of the other man now, it wasn’t aimed at him. All of the sudden there was nothing he wanted more than to witness that danger get set loose. “Okay then,” he murmured, a little smile toying with his lips. “Give me five to get dressed and grab my shit.” After eyeing him for another heartbeat, Kane turned to head for the bedroom.
Adrian knew he wouldn't want to go hunting with Kane if he was his human self right now, Kane would bring guns and he was terrified of guns when he felt all those unpleasant feelings. Right now he wasn't afraid of anything, not even death. It was like this thing inside of him knew on some deep, primal level that either death wouldn't come for it or that when it did, that'd be that. He'd just fade away and end up forgotten by men and gods, rot away like a fallen leaf until he was no more. It was a comforting thought and he wished he would remember it when he woke up so he could stop fretting about souls and hell and the like. Stupid catholic guilt. He had none of that bullshit going on inside as he watched Kane walk away, appreciating the view of his strong back and sweet ass. That ass had felt really fucking good and Adrian hoped he could end the night with some more of that mindnumbing sex. He didn't feel like standing still as he waited so he walked around the living room, checking out Kane's place. There was nothing new and interesting, the TV was on but there was just some generic crap playing. By the time Kane came back out, Adrian was going through his wallet, even if he'd seen it all before. "This is a terrible picture of you," he murmured and held up his driver's license. "Why do they always take terrible pictures? It's like a conspiracy."
Kane was kind of shaky-excited as he pulled out clothes in the bedroom and slipped into them -- all black, cargo pants and his big utility belt and a long sleeved shirt. Wendigo-Adrian was here, and wanted to go hunting together. He wanted to kill something and let Kane capture its soul so they could split the profits ... for some reason that felt wrong but like exactly what he wanted at the same time. It was already getting his blood up to think about hunting with him, a creature who could obviously hold his own, considering everything he’d already survived and the way he handled Kane like a rag doll back in the cabin. Kane could very clearly hear Bailey telling him what a goddamn moron he was, tempting fate like this, but he didn’t think he had it in him to say no. If it was a ruse just to take him out somewhere remote and kill him? Kane would cross that bridge when he came to it. He emerged from the bedroom with a duffle bag in hand, loaded with a couple of choice weapons and ammunition, and set them down by the door as he reached for his boots. “Nah, my face just don’t take good pictures,” he said off handedly. It bugged him a little that Adrian was in his wallet again, but he let it go. Kane crouched to tie his laces, glancing up at Adrian as he did so. “So ... how’s this all work? You, uh ... remember everything? Since the last time me and you saw each other?”
"I bet I could take a good picture of you," Adrian said smugly and put the wallet back down where he'd found it before turning to look at Kane. "And yeah, I remember everything." He wondered just how much he would remember of this night. He knew he would forget all about Caius and his witch-corpse, but would he remember hunting? He didn't think he could explain that to Kane with the mental gag Caius had on him and he was curious to find out how this would work since hunting had nothing to do with Caius. "If I forget tonight, I'm sure you'll tell me everything. It can be a fun little story time." It was funny to think about how he'd always thought of the wendigo as a different entity that 'came out' and 'took control'. He didn't now, just like he didn't think of his human self as someone else. It would be laughable to start talking about himself in the third person, he was still Adrian, he was just high on power and currently very happy to see Kane react as fast as he did, so eager to come with him, no questions asked, no reluctance or moral dilemmas.
The only pictures Kane could think of them possibly taking together were the filthy kind, and he guessed his face didn’t matter much in those. Though he suddenly thought that he did kind of want a picture of Adrian, maybe a selfie together just to keep for himself, something to look at too often when he was alone. But that was probably pathetic and stupid of him, and he knew he’d never ask for it. He finished with his boots and stood up with a little snort of amusement. “Yeah, I’m sure the other you will just be delighted we took his body out for a bloody joyride,” he muttered. Hell, maybe the more human Adrian wouldn’t mind, or maybe he’d even remember it fondly, Kane didn’t know. It did give him pause though, as he thought back to all that guilt Adrian was carrying around. He eyed the wendigo man -- he even stood differently, it was hard to reconcile that this was the same person. “No humans, right? That’s not what we’re after? You know I can’t let you kill anyone.”
"There is no other me," Adrian corrected him. "And aww, you're no fun." He smirked and tilted his head, eyes twinkling with mischief but he didn't want Kane to get the wrong idea and not pick up on the fact that was joking so he huffed dismissively. "I don't want to kill people, I'm a nurse, remember? I fix people up. Nah, I wanna find that thing you couldn't kill and rip its head off." Now that Kane was standing up he moved in closer to him because even if he wasn't eager to linger in the apartment there was still that urge to get closer, to smell him, touch that jawline that was still clean shaven for him. Funny how his feelings towards Kane kept going round and round in different places, from lust to hatred, to this - something akin to keeping a human pet. He ran his finger along his jaw with a pleased hum, then pressed a kiss on Kane's lips for a couple of seconds, holding him firmly by the chin. "And then I want to fuck you," he murmured quietly when he pulled back. "One way or another."
Kane did pick up on that cocky teasing, and while it was probably wrong to joke at all about a cannibal quasi-monster killing people, he still found the attitude hot. The same way he found that loose way Adrian’s body moved as he advanced on him hot. It gave him just the right little quiver of unease in his stomach. His eyes closed for the kiss, the feel of strong fingers holding his jaw making him feel a little melty. Kane let his hands rest lightly on Adrian’s hips and gave a soft hum as he scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. “Did that thing even have a head?” he murmured, his lashes lifting again. Kane got the feeling this was just the start of a deliciously stupid night -- or early morning, whatever. It was likely a terrible decision to go looking for that abomination, much less assume that they could kill it, but goddamn did he want to see Adrian do just that. Kane studied his eyes and that soft shine they had for a couple of heartbeats. “You sure you can do that? I’m not as good a nurse as you ...”
"Guess we'll find out," Adrian said flippantly and he felt like he could. Taking apart a human body shouldn't be as easy as it had been so how much harder would it be to kill this monster? He'd taken down a deer on his own once and he hadn't felt close to this strong at the time. "Can you run?" he asked, sounding more amused than concerned with the idea that it might come to that. "In case I can't take it down, we might have to run." He couldn't even really say why he wanted that thing dead, it hadn't bothered him at all and if anything, it had made his rescue easier. He supposed he could say it was because he'd been scared for Mila and Aaron at the time and there was a risk of this thing killing more people who had nothing to do with the facility - but honestly, he just wanted the challenge.
“Oh, I can run.” Kane smirked faintly. He’d successfully run away from this particular monster once, he thought he could probably do it again. He was feeling some hesitation, because this was dangerous and he was not at all ready for this little affair of theirs to abruptly end with a violent death. But hunting was what Kane did, it was embedded into him deep, and he was good at it, in spite of a couple of recent slip-ups. He hadn’t been able to kill the thing when he and Bailey had run across it by accident, but he felt capable of covering Adrian’s back, at least. The creature seemed to have been keeping to the woods, but it was still probably in the best interest of the town that someone kill it. If they could even find it. “I’m driving, come on,” he said after another pause. Kane stepped around Adrian to get his wallet and keys, then picked up the duffel bag.
Adrian was more than fine with not taking his mom's nice little car out into the woods where it might get scratched up and covered in blood - at least if everything went the way he wanted it to. No, it was better to take Kane's car and not driving would give Adrian a better head space to listen to the woods around them. He returned Kane's smirk and nodded, then followed him as they exited the apartment. He was quiet as they crossed the parking lot, taking in the cool night air and the subtle sounds of their surroundings. He was no longer frustrated so it was easier to relax and enjoy his heightened senses, letting the earlier events of the evening fade away to the background. Underneath all of it he could hear Kane's steady heart beat, a little fast but that was to be expected if he was excited. Adrian liked to think he was affecting him in that way and he regretted not paying attention to it when Kane had opened the door. Had his heartbeat sped up? Had it skipped a beat? He got in the car and the first thing he did when Kane started the car was to open the window. It was a really nice night and he was feeling excited about actually hunting with someone - with Kane. He kind of wanted to show off, to let Kane see what he was capable of, to garner some more of the adoration he was so hooked on.
The last time Kane had been in this vehicle with full-on wendigo-Adrian, he’d been unconscious. The thought crossed his mind again that this might be a ploy to get Kane out somewhere Adrian could make a mess of him and leave the remnants to the forest. Like the wendigo part of him had been biding its time to get revenge. Kane didn’t think that was the case, but that little bit of fear made him feel sharper, more alert, a little aroused. He didn’t hate it. Kane let the quiet carry on as he drove them out of the parking lot, cracking his own window to let the air blow in. He loved how that early morning air felt, like the whole world was in the misted section at the grocery store, clean and cool. Once they were on the road, headed toward Witcham, Kane glanced over at Adrian, taking in that lovely profile. “I get nights like that too,” he said quietly. “When even my blood feels restless, and I just gotta be out.” He didn’t know exactly what Adrian was feeling, obviously, but Kane felt like he’d found yet another way they ran parallel to each other. Another way they could relate.
Adrian didn't know if he'd feel that way if he hadn't been summoned, if it was a part of what he was now or if it was only because Caius had woken him up. He did feel restless a lot though, with no steady job and without a place of his own, it was hard not to feel pent up and frustrated. He sure as hell wasn't surprised to hear Kane felt the same and he looked over at him, smiling faintly. "S'why I came to you," he murmured and even if he hadn't been sure Kane would be willing to go, he'd had a feeling he'd come along because that was just what he was like. "I could have gone alone, but if this goes south I guess someone should drag my corpse back to my family." Would Kane even do that? Or would he leave him out there to keep himself safe? It was a joke anyway, a morbid one for sure. Adrian had no intention of dying tonight and he wasn't even sure if he could, thanks to Kane. "Have you ever had a near death experience?" he asked rather than dwell on it. "You're real close and personal with death all the time, but just how close have you gotten?"
The way Adrian said the first part made him feel weirdly warm and seen in a way he didn’t usually feel. As for Adrian’s corpse -- Kane internally refused to really consider that possibility. He was going to do everything he could to make sure Adrian didn’t die, and he hoped he would get the same courtesy. Regardless of their history, they were battle buddies tonight, and brothers in arms watched each others’ backs. “Closest I came was when you nicked my femoral artery and I almost bled out in my sister’s car,” Kane said, his tone rather neutral. He still didn’t blame Adrian for that, he’d had it coming. “I’ve been hurt pretty bad a couple times ... had a gun in my mouth a few more ... but that was the closest, I think. I never been like, out of my body, seeing the white light to follow or anything. I just felt sick and weak as hell.” It wasn’t a question Kane could turn back around on him, because he already knew the answer.
"A gun in your mouth," Adrian repeated, his curiosity piqued. "That sounds like a story." Almost bleeding out in his sister's car was a story too, but Adrian knew that one - had played a big role in it. It almost made them feel even and he liked that Kane had felt sick and weak, that he'd suffered the same. It was only fair. He was more interested in the gun though, for some reason it made him a little horny thinking about something so deadly pressing between those sinful lips. "One you lived to tell," he added pointedly, glancing at Kane again with a cocked brow. "Who the fuck put a gun in your mouth?" That was someone he wanted to kill now, but he had a feeling Kane had already taken care of it. Besides, he wasn't in the habit of killing people, not if he could help it. That didn't stop that strange surge of protectiveness mixed in with arousal and the itch for revenge.
Kane shrugged one shoulder, his eyes on the road in front of them. This early in the morning, there were no other cars out, and he got that surreal feeling of the two of them being the only two people awake in the world. It was kind of nice, like the privacy of his apartment was expanding outward, a bubble around them. “Once it was this stupid goon sent by one of my clients who didn’t like what he got, I guess. He caught me off guard at first, but he wasn’t too hard to take down. I cut off four of the guy’s fingers before he apologized, and I sent him home with my ‘no returns’ policy.” Kane grinned a bit at the memory. That had been years ago, when he was first starting out hunting. When his sadistic streak had been wider. “Those were the early days, it kinda felt like a hazing,” he murmured as his expression sobered up again. “The other few times, it was me.” Those incidents were not nearly as fun and sexy, but he was apparently compelled to be honest with Adrian all the time, for better or worse. “I need all my fingers though,” Kane added with a quiet huff.
Adrian narrowed his eyes as he watched Kane. He'd been thinking about how he could have eaten those fingers but now he was thinking about Kane with a gun in his mouth and it didn't sit right with him. It was interesting though, knowing he would be upset by this without truly feeling it. When this high wore off, if he remembered all of this, he'd probably internalize it and freak out a little but he was nicely numb to most feelings at the moment. "Do you still think about doing that?" he asked. Kane needed his fingers and Adrian liked them attached to him so they were in agreement there but more so he wanted Kane alive. "What a fucking waste that'd be." Would he feel sad if Kane died? It was hard to gauge when he didn't really care about much, but even if he was feeling all his human feelings, he wasn't so sure he could answer that because he didn't know what Kane was to him other than his killer and someone he'd fucked. He was also someone Adrian could actually talk to about all the dark shit that weighed him down so yeah, he thought he might be sad if he died. Interesting.
Would it be a waste? Those times when Kane had been a finger twitch away from offing himself, he’d been pretty convinced it would be a blessing, both for himself and the entire world. One less broken, violent piece of shit wandering the earth. He’d also been fairly wasted every time, definitely not in his right, rational mind. He was glad that Adrian didn’t ask him why he hadn’t done it, because the answer was honestly embarrassing -- it had been fear. Always that fear of dying himself, not knowing what was really on the other side. It chafed him sometimes to know that the only reason he was still alive was that he was a coward, in spite of what he did for a living. But if Adrian thought it would be a waste, even in his current mindset ... well, maybe that was something to hang onto. “Not as much anymore,” he said, his eyes still aimed forward. “But sometimes the desire comes back. I just let it pass now.” If there came a time when the desire didn’t pass, he supposed he would face that fear. Kane just didn’t think it would be anytime soon. Things would have to get a lot worse for him, which he knew was always possible.
"It's fucking hard to kill yourself," Adrian said. "I think most people who succeed have already changed their mind about it, it's just too late to turn back. Unless you're in that much pain. Your body always wants to live but when you're in pain you become a simple creature who just wants it to stop. I thought about it too, you know. I thought I would rather die than become something so monstrous I'd be a threat even to my family." He huffed softly and grinned. "Then I met you and found out maybe I can't die, so that's a trip. Or maybe you need silver or garlic or... fuck knows. Jalapeño." He tilted his head back and tittered at that because it definitely wasn't jalapeño. Maybe alcohol though, maybe drinking too much of that might kill him considering how he couldn't really drink more than a sip without getting wasted. "If you kill yourself before you do me my favor, I'll fucking kill you."
Kane wasn’t too surprised that Adrian had considered suicide too. He didn’t know how close the other man had ever gotten to it, but he probably would’ve pondered it himself in Adrian’s position. Kane was enough of a monster as it was, becoming more of one would definitely make him weigh his escape options. Though maybe the true monsters didn’t give a fuck. He didn’t really enjoy the list of potential deadly substances, because he didn’t want to think about killing Adrian ever again, but he had a point that Kane hadn’t even tried the stuff that usually damaged supernatural creatures. It had been another time when he hadn’t been in his right mind. “Oh yeah?” he murmured with a dark chuckle. “You gonna pull an Orpheus and come track me down in Hell? ... don’t worry, I don’t plan on it.” Of course he’d never really planned it before, it had always been an impulsive action in the middle of a drunken depression spiral. But Kane had no active desire to die at the moment, that was the best he could ask for. He glanced over at Adrian’s profile. “Seems like you’re doin’ pretty well in the threat department,” he murmured. “You’ve been okay living with them this long now.”
"I had a little help," Adrian replied. "The hunger is mostly gone." He could feel some of it when Caius woke him up like this, but compared to what it had been, that pang was nothing to worry about and it was gone now. He wondered if he weighed a hundred pounds more tonight, or if all this food just disappeared into some wendigo black hole. "Hunger, like pain, will turn you into a mindless creature when it's bad enough. You'll fucking eat anything." He didn't want to tell Kane about the people he'd eaten when his feelings were connected but even now he wondered if he could, it all blurred together a little, he'd only eaten pieces of people before Caius made him eat whole bodies, so if Kane asked him how many people he'd eaten the answer was probably gonna make him choke up. So he grinned and opened his window fully before slipping out to sit on the car door, holding on to the handlebar inside and enjoying the wind in his hair. They were out of town by now and he could hear so many creatures in the woods, most of them small and harmless for now.
Kane thought that truth about hunger extended to the kind of hunger that wasn’t centered in the stomach too. Human beings had needs that extended beyond the physical, and being starved of the social ones could make a man feel pretty fucking desperate too. Was that what was happening here? Was his sister right and craving the company of a man who’d nearly killed him was fucked up and crazy? Kane didn’t know, and he didn’t know if he could know for sure. He just knew he felt good at that moment, even talking about suicide and starvation and dark shit, on their way to seek out danger. Kane glanced over at Adrian’s legs and smiled a little as he reached for his cigarettes. Before too long they would be in the woodline on high alert, he wanted to enjoy the breezy vibe for a minute. They were getting closer to where he and Bailey had stopped that night, but god knew how far and fast this thing could travel.
Adrian slipped back inside after a while and he felt better than he had in a long time, which could have been a sad fact but apparently joy and excitement weren't muted feelings right now and he was glad for it. Not feeling anything at all would be boring and he just hoped he could keep coming back to this. It was better than any drugs, that was for sure. He turned to face Kane and pulled one knee up on the seat as he reached over to briefly steal his cigarette. After a deep inhale of smoke he reached back, putting it between Kane's lips in an intimate move. Everything felt so alive and bright, even now in the middle of the night, and Kane looked fucking beautiful in the glow of the console. Like he was a little less sad than usual and Adrian didn't know how much of that was his company and how much was the hunt. He blew the smoke up above Kane's head, watching him intently, his eyes glowing subtly in the dark. "You better stay obsessed with me, you know," he murmured. "I'm not going anywhere."
It did indeed feel intimate to share a cigarette, and Kane tried to catch a whiff of Adrian’s skin as his hand got close. He took a drag and shot Adrian a tiny smile as he flicked ash out the window. “You’re liking this ego trip, huh?” he murmured. It made his ears feel a little hot to be called out like that, but he didn’t really mind the discomfort. There was an edge of pleasure to the ways Adrian unsettled him. He didn’t think there was any real danger of his obsession waning, as long as Adrian kept turning up like this and pushing all his buttons. It was like someone had written him a goddamn manual on getting under Kane’s skin. He chuckled faintly and glanced at him again, those penetrating eyes giving him another little thrill. “I’ll hold you to that, though. Don’t make me stalk you again.” His tone was light enough, but Kane meant it. Fucked up or not, he didn’t think he could just let Adrian go now. Even if he should.
"Maybe I'll stalk you," Adrian murmured quietly, leaning in to say those words closer to Kane's ear. He wouldn't in his daily life, he knew as much, but it would be easy when he was like this. He felt light on his feet, fast and powerful, and of all the things he could do to Kane, stalking him was the easiest - though certainly not the most fun. He was distracted by a loud noise in the distance, well, maybe not loud to anyone but him and the other beasts in the woods, but it was distinctive. "That's no fucking deer," he murmured as he leaned back, twisting away from Kane again and sticking his head out the window. "We need to go deeper, there's a road up ahead but we're gonna have to walk a bit.” Was it his prize? He wasn't sure, but it was something big and heavy, something he couldn't name so at the very least he wanted to know what it was.
That velvety promise made Kane’s dick tingle in a way that should probably be embarrassing, but somehow it wasn’t. After spending so much of his time recently thinking about Adrian non-stop, part of him wanted so badly for it to be mutual, for Adrian to be as fixated on him as the other way around. He still had doubts about that being possible, but when Adrian said shit like that ... it made him wonder. Kane’s thoughts were yanked away from their mutual obsession and back to what they were out here to do when Adrian pulled back. Was he hearing something Kane couldn’t? Smelling something? Kane finished his cigarette and flicked the butt out the window as he slowed down to turn onto the approaching dirt road. It was probably a turn-off used by game hunters, though Kane thought any normal person who hunted in these woods was crazy. He sat forward more, guiding the SUV over the bumps and around the curves of the narrow roadway.
It felt like the woods were getting thicker the farther they drove, closing in on the road, trying to overgrow it. Adrian knew he would hate it here if he was human and he felt a touch of respect for Kane who came out here, alone, despite not having any supernatural strength. He was plenty strong of course, but aside from reaping souls he didn't seem to have any particular powers to speak of. It was a wonder he was still alive, or maybe it was the rich magic running through his tattoos that kept him out of harm's way. "Park here," Adrian said after it felt like they'd been driving a while and the sounds didn't seem to get any closer for far too long, but now he could place it and it was maybe a fifteen minute walk - if they walked fast. "You ready?" he asked with a grin, almost certain now that this was what he was looking for. As far as he was concerned, Kane didn't really need to be ready, he just had to be present to witness this. Adrian knew that things could go sideways though, something else might show up, these woods were a fucking mess of supernatural activity. It was better that Kane be armed and ready.
The deeper they went, the more adrenaline started pumping through Kane’s veins, making his body feel more alert and alive, getting ready for anything. Going hunting was always its own kind of high, and he would’ve been lying if he said that wasn’t part of the appeal. He stopped the SUV when Adrian said to, then twisted around to grab his bag and pull it into his lap. “You got a plan, or are we just running in hot?” he asked as he unzipped it. Kane brought out a large tactical knife in a sheath and offered it to Adrian. “You got a knife at least? Take this.” He didn’t know the extent of Adrian’s strength, or just how he planned to kill this thing, but it seemed suicidally stupid to run in completely weapon-less.
"We're just running in hot," Adrian murmured. He didn't know the first thing about how to plan for a hunt, he'd never been on one before the incident in Blackwater and since then it had always been somewhat of a desperate venture where he was driven by hunger. This was different, he just wanted to kill something big and bad and he wanted Kane to see it. He took the knife with a somewhat indulgent smile and a murmured thank you that sounded more like a joke than an earnest thanks, but he knew a knife could come in handy. Not against that thing he was hunting, bullets hadn't penetrated it after all, but if he got stuck or something else got there... Maybe he was leading them both to their certain deaths but that wasn't something he really believed or cared about at the moment. He got out of the car, letting Kane get the rest of his things ready while he listened. This was an ability he wished he could access all the time, even if nothing else. Hearing Mila's baby was healthy had been amazing, hearing all the heartbeats around him, most of them so small and fast, belonging to small creatures he had no interest in. He wasn't close enough to hear the monster's heartbeat, but he could hear it scuffing up some trees. "Will you forgive me if this turns out to be a moose or something?" he asked playfully when Kane got out of the car.
Whether Adrian thought it was funny or not, Kane was glad he’d taken it. Maybe during the fight he would find a perfect weak spot to plunge a blade into, or if the thing ate him whole he could cut his way out. Kane still didn’t really know what they were dealing with. He pulled out a sidearm and a sawed off shotgun for himself, slinging the latter over his shoulder as he got out of the vehicle. Kane chuckled as he nudged the door shut and pocketed the keys. “Never,” he murmured as he stepped up close to Adrian. “You’d better fuckin’ deliver. For luck.” Kane reached out to grab a handful of Adrian’s shirt and pulled him into a kiss. If they were running hot into a slaughter, he didn’t want to miss the opportunity to feast on those lips one more time. He still couldn’t hear anything but the normal forest night noises around them, but he trusted that Adrian could. Kane kissed him deep for a moment, delving his tongue between Adrian’s lips as his heart rate picked up. “You owe me a fuck after this,” he murmured against his mouth. “So don’t die.”
Adrian didn't think he'd have the patience for kissing, not when he was in this mood, but Kane proved him wrong yet again. He liked the way Kane's heartbeat sped up when they kissed and the hot rush it sent through him mingled pleasantly with the excitement already there. He smirked, narrowing his eyes playfully as he pushed Kane away. "I don't owe you shit," he murmured in a warmly joking way but it was pretty obvious he'd still deliver as he looked Kane up and down with open hunger, then hummed in amusement and licked his lips. There were so many guns, he'd expected as much but he wondered if seeing them again would have triggered him to enter this mood. Maybe he'd have to ask Kane sometime, meditation sure as shit wasn't working but maybe facing the thing he was so terrified of in his daily life would help just like it had in the cabin. Phobias were weird and irrational that way and it amused him that he wasn't scared at all at the moment. "You still owe me a favor so don't you die," he added as he turned to start walking toward the sound.
That little push made Kane’s stomach twist in a fun way and he grinned briefly in the dark. “You’re just gonna hold that over me for years,” he murmured as he moved to follow Adrian. It was disconcerting to walk straight into the dark, so Kane pulled his flashlight off of his belt and clicked it on. It had a red filter on it to be less visible from far away, painting all of the tangled underbrush around them in a bloody glow. Adrian probably didn’t need the light, but he sure as hell did if he wanted to stay on his feet. “You don’t even know what you want.” His voice was teasing and challenging, but still hushed as they moved deeper into the trees. He didn’t know if Adrian would ever actually call in that favor, or if it would just end up part of their banter for as long as this shitshow lasted. Kane just hoped that end date wasn’t tonight, during this fit of stupidity.
"You don't know what I know," Adrian shot back even if Kane was right. He had no idea what that favor might entail except that he might one day need it because everything might blow up in his face - Caius, Westin, the wendigo, all of it. It would be good to have someone in his corner, someone who might be able to help him or at least watch his back, and honestly it was just fun to hold it over Kane for now. It had so far given Adrian a reason to come back, a cute little catchphrase to rib Kane with, and a promise of something more to come. He enjoyed the banter, but most of his attention was on their surroundings - and, if he was honest with himself, on Kane. He didn't think Kane would try to kill him again but some part of him was still on alert, aware of his every move, listening to his heartbeat, watching where he pointed that light. He wondered if Kane felt it too, alone out here with what was essentially a monster. He'd come out anyway and Adrian had to admire that. "I think it's breaking down a tree," he murmured. "You might even hear it soon. It's loud."
He had a point there, Adrian’s mind was still largely a mystery to him. Kane had felt like they understood each other on a different level after the last time, but then Adrian had shown up like this. Kane had not forgotten what he was dealing with, and he felt his own sort of wariness of the man walking in front of him, straight into the blackness of the woods. Adrian could turn on him and take him down in a second, he knew that for a fact. While Kane felt alert for signs of shit going that way, he didn’t really feel afraid of it now. Even if Adrian killed him, he couldn’t see himself doing anything different. There was no way he could’ve said no to this. Kane walked as quietly as he could, focused on listening as they moved closer. He gave a soft hum as the noise the big beast was making finally reached his ears. “Yup,” he whispered, adjusting his grip on the shotgun.
Adrian tried to suss out exactly what that creature was doing. He could hear it shuffling around, then crack into the tree and he was having a hard time imagining it, the idea that they'd just run into a disgruntled, nocturnal lumberjack out here popping up in his head. He smothered a laugh, knowing full well that was no human and the closer they got, the more he could hear - the slow, almost sluggish heartbeat, the slithering sound of something sticky rubbing against the trees before banging into one again. Was it frustrated? Was it stuck? Adrian felt like running to get there faster but he knew he'd leave Kane in the dust if he did and he didn't want to go it alone. "That shotgun isn't gonna do shit against it," he reminded Kane. "I'll handle it." He didn't even know why he was so sure he could, he just was.
Kane obviously couldn’t hear its heart, but as they got closer he could hear enough of its banging around to get more of a bead on where it was. The nervous tension was growing in his body, that battle-awareness crisp focus coming to his senses. This was either going to be incredibly awesome or the worst thing in the world, and his body knew it. “It ain’t the only thing out here,” he muttered to Adrian. “Just shut up and let me cover your six.” He would run if he had to, but if it came down to his last seconds with no way out, he was going down shooting, however futile it might be. But in the meantime, he would be ready to kill anything else that came for them, or pull the monster’s attention away from Adrian if he needed it, whatever it came down to. Kane put the butt of the gun against his shoulder as he finally saw some movement between the ruby-colored trees ahead of them.
Adrian almost told him that was fucking hot, because it was, Kane covering his sixes like some fucking action hero. He didn't though because he heard the creature stop moving abruptly and his body knew before he did what that meant, his muscles going tense as his adrenaline spiked. Not a second later he could hear it moving in their direction, not too fast but faster than it had been and he glanced back at Kane with an almost manic grin. "I need you to trust me," he said and left it at that, jumping up and catching a branch up ahead to hoist himself up on a thick one up ahead where he could crouch and watch for the monster approaching. He wasn't about to let it rip Kane apart and he hoped Kane knew that, but maybe a little fear would do him good. It did look good on him after all.
That grin was not reassuring. Kane’s red light was shaky as it briefly followed Adrian up into the trees, and he hissed a curse through his teeth as he jerked it back down to aim at the approaching monster. He’d had a vague idea he might end up as bait in this situation so he wasn’t entirely surprised, but knowing it and suddenly being in that moment felt very different. Kane backed up a couple of steps and looked down the sights of the shotgun as he cocked it. Maybe it wouldn’t do him any good, but maybe he’d get lucky and hit an eyeball or something. Either way, he just felt better with it in his hands. “Alright, motherfucker,” he breathed to himself. Kane planted one boot further back and waited, his heart pounding now.
The creature seemed to be gaining speed and finally it appeared between the trees, just as hideous and strange as Adrian remembered. It wasn't as big as he remembered though, but maybe that was just because he had the higher ground now. He'd felt a lot more vulnerable that last time he saw it too, locked in and hungry, thinking he wouldn't remain human or alive for much longer. Nothing like how he felt now; powerful, predatory. He could feel the branch he was crouching on sway under his weight, every fiber of his body ready to pounce so he had to hold back for the right time. Here was to hoping Kane didn't panic and shoot at a bad time, Adrian might have a hard time dying, but he knew pain came easy and healing took time. "Don't shoot," he murmured, shifting around as the monster came closer, those tiny slitted eyes seemingly focused on Kane. It felt like it should be so much louder, but the only noise it was currently making was the crunching of branches beneath it and that sickening slick sound of its body brushing against trees. This was going to be messy.
Adrian let it get as far as below the branch he was on and glanced back at Kane with admiration. He was holding his ground, most people wouldn't. If Adrian didn't want him to live, this might have been his last moment. But no, he was trusting him and Adrian felt a warm rush mix in with the excitement again. He dropped, the sheer weight of him bringing that thing down lower - did it even have knees? - either way, it was on the ground and Adrian dug his hands into its head, gripping tightly and twisting.
Kane felt that same weird pressure in his brain when he saw it, like he was struggling to process what his eyes were seeing. Especially in the dark, with only his red circle of dim light aimed up at the abomination. It seemed to close the gap between them at high speed and in slow motion at the same time. For one of those tense seconds, he was pretty sure Adrian was going to let the monster start eating him before he struck. That would be a guaranteed distraction. But then the giant thing was stumbling, falling forward, and Kane caught a glimpse of Adrian on top of it in the red light. “Fuck,” he hissed, backing up a few more paces and watching raptly. It was hard to keep the light focused on the attack, the huge monster was squirming and bucking. It began to make awful shrieking noises, Kane had forgotten how much they hurt the ears. He pointed the muzzle of the shotgun skyward, not wanting to shoot while Adrian was in the mix, but still trying to be ready if his firepower was needed.
The only thing Adrian was not happy about in the moment was the fact that he would wake up without all this strength at his disposal in the morning and he had no idea how to get it back. If he even remembered this. He wanted to remember this, the heady feeling of having something so terrifying in his grip, at his mercy. He didn't really care about the people at the facility, but not all of them were evil, surely. Some of them had just been doing a job, terrified and helpless as they shot at this terror without causing any damage. It had torn those people apart, would have torn Kane apart if Adrian wasn't there to stop it. It felt... exhilarating. The shrieks were too loud and he almost faltered because of them but his body knew what it was doing and the noise wouldn't stop unless he stopped it so he didn't. A second later he could feel the crunch as something gave inside the creature, the shriek stopped and something hot and wet gushed over Adrian's hands, spraying over his face and chest. He didn't stop pulling, listening with sickening satisfaction to the tearing sound and snapping of ligaments. He'd never enjoyed a kill before, but this was justified and planned, so different from the last times. The head didn't come all the way off, but he supposed he could put in the extra effort, if Kane wanted a trophy. Glancing back up at him he grinned again as he let the large, slimy thing drop to the ground. "Do your thing," he murmured because even in the ecstatic aftermath, he hadn't forgotten what Kane was capable of and how much money they might make from this.
Gore was not something that bothered Kane, considering the life he lived got extremely messy a lot of the time. Maybe he should have been disgusted, watching Adrian wrestle the head mostly off of the creature’s body ... but he wasn’t. Instead he felt in awe of the raw power in those hands and arms, the way Adrian was able to just keep twisting until the fearsome bulletproof thing was definitely dead. There was something so animalistic about doing it bare-handed -- the knife Kane had forced on him stayed in its sheath, completely unneeded -- and it put an uncomfortable mix of arousal and guilt in his gut. He’d killed Adrian with his bare hands too, though thankfully it had been in a slightly less destructive way. The heap of monster in front of them definitely wasn’t coming back. Kane clicked his flashlight off and tucked it into one pocket as he slung the shotgun back over his shoulder and shuffled forward. Being in such thick dark, he could clearly see the shine in Adrian’s eyes, and the faint glow surrounding the creature’s body. Kane pulled a metal flask out of one cargo pocket and unscrewed the top. It was etched with the binding symbols it needed to hold a soul. Kane began murmuring the incantation he’d memorized but barely understood, all of it in Arabic, all of the pronunciation careful. The glow around the body began to gather to one point, shimmering a bit as it slowly flowed toward the mouth of the flask.
Adrian couldn't see the soul until it was streaming into Kane's flask and he had to wonder if he could have seen it at all if he was in his human state of mind. He was glad he could, watching Kane work with morbid fascination. It was beautiful and somehow he hadn't expected that from a creature this grotesque and he understood now what Kane had meant about it just being light. Maybe it wasn't even a soul, maybe it was just energy but Adrian wasn't going to pretend to understand any of this. He didn't understand the language Kane was speaking but it was weirdly hot, the way he spoke out low and quiet those words that were so obviously steeped in power. Maybe Adrian would feel bad about this when he was more human again, he had a soft spot for living creatures, he'd even felt bad about the animals he'd killed and what had this monster really done to him, after all? He didn't feel guilty now though, just excited, mesmerized and aroused.
It was a little hard to focus with Adrian there, Kane was keenly aware of him even in the dark, a darker black silhouette in the shadows, with a hint of silvery shimmer where his eyes were. Kane could hear him breathing and he wanted to get closer, touch that incredibly strong body under all of the blood, taste him after such a brutal kill. But this had to come first if they were going to profit on this endeavor, before the monster’s soul got away. Kane saw the tail end of it leave the lumpy body as he finished up the incantation, and he was just adjusting his grip on the flask to close it up when there was a bright, soundless flash. Kane grunted as it stabbed into his wide-open pupils and he squeezed his eyes shut and fell back a step. “What the fuck,” he muttered, hastily screwing the top back onto the flask, the symbols carved into the metal glowing blue now.
He blinked rapidly and as his eyes adjusted again, he saw more coming out of the monster’s body. More glowing light, brighter to him than the creature’s had been, rising up like mist and coalescing into shapes. Human shapes. As he watched, two, three, five, seven, suddenly ten people’s souls emerged. They were vague and swirly to him at this moment when he was still solidly in his body, but Kane knew if he was there astrally he would see them exactly as they were, full human beings. “There’s more,” he whispered, staring raptly. “It’s ... they were people. Inside of it.” Had this beast been collecting souls itself? Kane watched as more and more human heads and shoulders emerged from the corpse, all of them starting to drift away to dissipate into the trees.
Adrian couldn't see any of that but he could see the surprise and wonder in Kane's expression even if looking around showed him nothing but the dark forest around them. It took him a second to understand what Kane was really saying and he looked down at the lifeless monster he was still straddling, all his questions about if this had been right or not fading fast. "It slaughtered everyone at that facility," he said quietly. "Maybe some of them deserved it but..." Had they just freed a bunch of human souls by killing this thing? He felt almost smug knowing they'd done the right thing though he didn't think it would really balance anything out. "Well, go us, I guess," he murmured and backed up, digging into what was probably a muscle in the arm - this creature's anatomy was hard to suss out - and grabbed a chunk. He wanted to taste it and right now he didn't care if Kane was bothered by that or not. It didn't taste human he found as he shoved it in his mouth and chewed a few times. It tasted... Wrong. He spat it out again, grateful that he was just curious and not hungry.
Kane only halfway noticed the bite Adrian took out of the chunk he pulled free with his hand. That part made him vaguely glad that he could barely see anything, but the mental image of Adrian’s sinful mouth dripping blood was still arousing to him, for some idiotic reason. He kept watching until the line of dim specters slowed and then stopped emanating from the dead monster. Was there a reaper in the astral trees, waiting to guide them? Or were they just set loose now, freed from whatever hell they’d been enduring right into another hell of being a lost spirit? It made him wish he could do his job on command, let his body drop and just switch into reaper mode, but he couldn’t. Kane could only help them if he was called to do it, and he obviously hadn’t been. He silently wished them luck and tucked the flask away into his pocket again. Hopefully it would be worth something. “They’re gone now,” Kane murmured, aware that Adrian probably couldn’t see that they were fully in the dark again. Kane was, anyway, a jumble of emotions twisting around themselves in his gut.
"Good," Adrian murmured, the thought of having a bunch of souls - ghosts? - surrounding them not terribly appealing to him. He had a lot of questions about the whole thing but the last thing he wanted to do right now was talk. He wanted to fight or fuck or run, burn more energy before it consumed him whole. "C'mon, I wanna see what it was doing," he said as he got up and turned, looking behind him into the clearing where they'd first spotted the creature. He didn't wait for Kane to confirm, just headed over there, listening for any danger and taking in the sights. The creature had been beating up trees from the look of it, but more than that it had been rearranging them. A couple of trees were half-felled, leaned against each other in a precarious triangle, their branches torn off and scattered on the ground. It looked almost like a gate and Adrian peered up at it thoughtfully. When Kane's light lit it up, he looked at Kane instead, not needing the light - though it did look pretty, like a splash of blood on the foliage. "That's some dark magic shit," he murmured. "Or a bad attempt at art."
Kane almost didn’t follow, but it seemed stupid to split up now. There was still plenty of danger in these woods, and he didn’t want them to get caught separate and unaware. Adrian would probably be fine, but wendigo-Adrian belonged here -- these were his woods, in a way, and Kane was just a visitor. A tagalong in this case, he hadn’t even done any of the work. It was a vulnerable, very-human sort of feeling that he tried to ignore as he ran the flashlight beam along the leaning tree trunks. There was something so purposeful to it, he wondered a bit if they had interrupted the creature in the middle of something it took intelligence to pull off. “Thinkin’ it’s probably more of the former,” Kane muttered, doing a red-light sweep around the clearing. Some of the branches seemed arranged in a specific way too, or it was just his imagination. “Trying to get out of here, maybe?”
"Let's hope that's all it was doing," Adrian said coolly and moved to push one of the trees until it toppled. If this was some dark magic, he didn't want to leave it half-made and possibly open. "Last thing we need is an invasion of bulletproof soul-snatchers." He turned and faced Kane, walking up to him until their faces were mere inches apart, their chests touching. "You wanna kill something else or do you want me to fuck you?" he asked with a little grin and a challenge in his voice. At this moment he could go either way and he wondered if Kane even wanted him this close with blood all over him and in his mouth. The aftertaste of the creature wasn't bad but Kane might not agree, most people didn't like blood much and that had included Adrian once upon a time.
It was not a small tree, and watching Adrian push it over gave Kane those stomach-flutters all over again. They got stronger as Adrian advanced on him, and while a small part of Kane wanted to step back, he held his ground. His breath caught a little at the question. This close up he could see the blood splattered all over Adrian’s face, black in the dim light, and he could smell the meaty viscera all over his hands, on his clothes ... it probably should’ve turned his stomach in a bad way, but it didn’t. Instead it made him crave those impossibly strong hands on him, a vague desire to also be ripped apart flashing through him. Kane let his shotgun slip off his shoulder and eased it to the ground. “You ain’t gonna kill me next if I say fuck, are you?” he murmured as he wet his lips. “You were the one itching to hunt ...”
That was the perfect answer, especially with the way Kane disarmed even as he asked if Adrian would kill him. Obviously he knew the gun wouldn't do him much good but it still showed a certain lack of fear not to cling to it. Adrian followed the movement with his eyes, a satisfied feeling flooding him at the low thud as the gun hit the ground. It wasn't just Adrian who was a threat out here but he would hear anything coming long before Kane would and right now there was nothing around them but small creatures who were about to have their sleep rudely interrupted again. "There's more ways to hunt," he murmured and grabbed Kane by the back of the neck, pulling him into a hungry kiss. If anyone could tough out the fact that he had just eaten raw meat of questionable origin, it was Kane, so Adrian didn't bother with the niceties as he pushed him up against the nearest tree. He needed to be mindful of the fact that Kane was human, needed to reign in some of the strength coursing through his veins, but it felt oh so good to push another body around, to feel Kane's strong heartbeat pick up pace against his chest.
He didn’t taste good exactly, but there was something gamey and wild about it, with the tang of blood layered on top. It got Kane’s blood pumping faster, with excitement and nerves and a spike of arousal that he would’ve had trouble explaining to anyone else. The hand at the back of his neck had just ripped a monster’s head off, and Kane’s head was surely much less attached. He almost lost his footing as Adrian moved him, but the thick tree trunk caught him, a low grunt escaping Kane as he thudded into it. He dropped his flashlight too, his hands coming up to clutch at Adrian’s clothes, push-pulling at him as their tongues clashed together. Weird meat or not, he was still addicted to that mouth, and the taste just made it better somehow, more raw and real, and he wanted that. Crazy as it might be, Kane trusted him to protect them out here too, he knew Adrian wouldn’t let anything else kill him. Kane still owed him a favor, after all.
He was too well dressed, Adrian thought as he started working at buttons and zippers, not that he could blame him, he was a human on a hunting trip, of course he dressed for safety and comfort. Right now it was just getting in Adrian's way. He didn't need him all the way naked, just naked enough to ravage him and so he focused on his pants for now, not slowing down until he had his hands within, cupping Kane's cock. He would keep him safe for multiple reasons but one of them was that he felt like he belonged to Adrian, it wasn't a feeling he really leaned into normally but right now he let it be all-consuming. Kane had killed him, Kane owed him the biggest favor there was and it only made sense for Adrian to possess him completely. "You know how easy it'd be to tear you apart?" he murmured against his lips, not so much a threat as it was a reminder that Adrian didn't want to hurt him.
The kissing had already been getting Kane hard, but both Adrian’s hands down the front of his pants certainly sped up the process. That breathy question pulled a groan out of him and he pushed against the touch, his body already feeling needy. The thought of Adrian being an inch away from doing terrible violence to him while he was so open and vulnerable was such an unbelievable turn on. He’d never had much desire to be submissive to any of his lovers, but goddamn did he want to give himself to Adrian. “Yeah,” he murmured back, his own fingers finding Adrian’s fly to start working on getting it open. “You gonna hurt me that bad, Adrian?” Kane knew he wouldn’t -- he was fairly confident he wouldn’t, at least -- but he wasn’t opposed to getting hurt to some degree. Just to test him a little, Kane abandoned the front of his jeans to give him a shove, curious how far he could actually move Adrian if he tried.
The answer was not an inch and Adrian laughed as he stood his ground. It was obvious Kane was horny as hell for him and the shove was just a test, one he hoped served to fuel Kane's arousal. That shove would have easily pushed him away the last time they met, it was wild to think about how different the same body could operate under different circumstances. To be fair, his circumstances were pretty extreme. He shook his head no but he had a feeling Kane wanted to get hurt to some degree and tonight he was happy to indulge. "Nice try, asshole," he teased and grabbed the front of Kane's jacket, pulling him forward before shoving him down to the ground. He didn't even need to use that much strength, it came easy, like Kane didn't weigh a thing. It didn't really surprise him, he'd just taken down a far larger monster and he'd seen a full wendigo take down a group of men like it was nothing but thankfully the memory did very little to affect him in this state.
Even that laugh was hot, and Kane didn’t resist as Adrian moved him again. In his life as a large man, he’d rarely ever been tossed around like a rag doll, and while he didn’t think he would like just anyone doing it, tonight the jolt of landing on the ground was a pleasant one. Kane grunted, a flash of pain from the wound on his back adding even more color to everything he was feeling. He stared up at Adrian’s shadowy outline in the dark, his hands moving to push his pants and boxer briefs down enough to free his cock. He wasn’t even sure who was fucking who this time, he just needed some relief from all that pressure. Even the chill from the air felt good against his overheated skin at the moment.
The thought that Kane might feel nervous having his dick between his teeth delighted Adrian and he almost asked if it would bother him just to hear his answer but instead he silently removed one of Kane's boots so he could get his clothes fully out of the way, then pushed his legs apart as he moved closer to him. "I want to taste you," he murmured and on some level he really did want to sink his teeth into Kane's thigh and take a chunk out of him, but he also knew he really didn't want to do that, even if he probably tasted oh so good. The only other time Adrian had felt so in control of someone else and himself at the same time had been with Kane too. It was intoxicating and he hoped he'd remember this or he really might want to try to kill Caius the next time they met. He moved in over Kane, pressing wet kisses along his thigh, smearing some of the drying blood as he went and licking it off.