Who: Adrian & Kane Where: Castle View - Blackwater Woods When: Friday morning, around 3am Warning: NSFW, gore, sex Status: complete, Part 2
The pine needles and leaves on the forest floor bit into his bare skin as Kane squirmed out of his pants enough to spread his knees open. It was chilly and damp but he couldn’t care, every nerve ending was awake and sparking and none of it felt bad. None of it made him want this any less. He vividly recalled saying those same words -- I want to taste you -- right before he’d gotten his mouth on Adrian’s cock for the first time. They kind of hit differently coming out of a man he knew to be an occasional cannibal, and Kane felt his anxiety rising in the middle of all the lust. He didn’t think he would be scared of the more human Adrian sucking him off, but when he was like this he was so different, colder, more ruthless. What if he’d just been biding his time to strike and take revenge? What if having Kane’s dick between his teeth set off some feeding frenzy he couldn’t control? They’d just been deep kissing and Adrian hadn’t bitten him, but it wasn’t easy to stay logical at the moment. Adrian’s plush mouth passed over the scar he’d left on Kane’s thigh and his body gave an involuntary shudder, his breathing getting harsher as his heart started to race. “Adrian,” Kane whimpered without really meaning to.
That spike of fear was almost tangible and Adrian almost reminded him that if he wanted him dead, Kane would be dead. But what was the fun in that? He could taste the fear on him but it was still so deliciously mixed with arousal that there was no need to stop. So he just silently kissed Kane's scar before wrapping his lips around his cock, teasing the slit with his tongue and savoring the salty taste of Kane's precum. He let it thicken his saliva before pulling back and coating his fingers with it, then reached down to press them inside Kane. He had no intention of eating him, but he was more than eager to devour him in every other way he could, already so aroused that it was hard not to jerk himself off to completion while sucking Kane off. It was an intense and complicated feeling, wanting to tear him apart without actually hurting him, and he was glad he had control over it this time around instead of acting on snap impulses. He was too addicted to Kane to lose him to a heat of the moment decision. He didn't care if Kane picked up on his lack of expertise in blowjobs, he didn't think it mattered or that Kane was in any state to be picky about what he was doing, did he even realize this was Adrian's second time of doing something for the first time with him? He was leaning towards no and there was no room in his mind for any doubts about his performance, his ego riding high on the power he was wielding.
This was definitely not how Kane had fantasized about getting head from Adrian for the first time, that was for damn sure, and he could practically hear Bailey calling him an idiot from afar. Not that he wanted his sister in his head at this moment. She wouldn’t understand any of this, but Kane did, on a visceral sort of level he couldn’t explain. Maybe he was putting himself and his cock in an incredibly dangerous position but it felt so completely right at the same time. For what he’d done to Adrian, he deserved to feel vulnerable, exposed, at risk. The fear was the price he paid for the incredible pleasure that came from having those gorgeous lips wrapped around him. He just wished he could see it better, but goddamn did Adrian’s mouth feel good. That first contact made Kane’s breath catch, and he delved his fingers into the top of Adrian’s hair, not to direct him but just because he needed something solid to hang onto. It never would have occurred to him to think this was Adrian’s first time for this, just like it hadn’t occurred to him when Adrian had experienced another first the other night. It all felt too fucking good to question it. Kane grunted and lifted his hips a bit when he felt Adrian’s probing fingers. His body accepted them pretty readily, and Kane groaned low and deep as all that pleasure ticked up a notch, all of him still taut and trembling.
Adrian almost regretted not giving head sooner, it was really something, feeling that velvety softness rub against his tongue and whatever he thought about it being hard to take had been oh so wrong. Or maybe everything was just easier when his body was like this, he didn't gag when he took Kane deep and he kind of loved how thick his cock was between his lips, still so hard despite Kane's fear. He let his cock slip out a few times just to drip more saliva and precum on his fingers before pushing back inside Kane, stretching him open and getting him about as ready as he had the patience for. He had the advantage here and he could see Kane clearly whenever he raised his head and looked, drinking in the look on his face and how helpless he'd rendered this normally very capable and strong man. It felt right, scaring him a bit and Adrian had a feeling Kane was eating it up so he didn't question it. He also didn't really care about hurting him right now, as long as it wasn't permanent, so he fumbled with his own pants with his free hand, freeing his already achingly hard cock and slicking it up with one last spit. Kane felt ready enough and Adrian didn't go particularly slow as he pushed his legs up and lined himself against him. It went in easier than he'd expected, thankfully, but he could still feel the tight resistance as soon as he penetrated him.
There was probably blood mixed in with all that saliva, and Kane had the fleeting thought that he hoped it didn’t burn as Adrian got into position. That was about all the brain power he could access at the moment, the way Adrian’s cock spread him open filled his mind up with bright static. Some of the fear was subsiding, but Kane’s body still felt very aware that it wasn’t in control, he was at the disadvantage, Adrian could do anything he wanted to him and Kane wouldn’t be able to stop him. Why was that such a turn on as well as anxiety-inducing? He didn’t have time to figure that shit out in the moment, Kane was just along for this ride. Anxious and vulnerable or not, he was desperate for Adrian to fuck him, to feel that strong-ass body working against his. The first thrust hurt some, but in a good way, and Kane dragged a breath in between his teeth. He reached for Adrian’s jacket, pulling hard at him until he came down for more of that soul-deep kissing. There was still blood all over him, but Kane didn’t give a shit, he wanted to be covered in it too, to share in this victory fuck. He worked his hips under Adrian’s, coaxing his body to relax more so he could take everything this half-monster wanted to give him.
Even terrified, Kane was still hungry for him and Adrian groaned into the kiss as he sank deeper into Kane's body, clutching his face with sticky fingers. There was still a tickle inside of him that told him to dig deeper, to make Kane bleed, to actually taste more of him. He wanted his blood on his tongue, wanted to crack him open and crawl inside of him. It was such a primal and twisted feeling and he just knew that when he was more human again it'd probably turn his stomach. Right now it just felt right and good, natural. He wanted this man so much he wanted to devour him, he just liked him enough not to do that literally. Kane felt amazing around him, his body tight and a bit quivering in a way that just spurred Adrian on, made him reach up and fist his fingers in his hair to pull as he moved to nibble on his neck. He wanted to claim him completely, leave a mark that rivaled those scratches on his back, brand his name on his skin, a reminder he was only alive because Adrian wanted him to be.
Kane’s mind was slipping further away from reasonable self-preservation as Adrian pulled his head back and moved his mouth to Kane’s neck. Part of him wanted to feel those teeth sink in deep, to feel that tearing and ripping and the hot gush of blood on top of all this pleasure. Were Adrian’s teeth sharper when he was in this wendigo mode? Was his jaw stronger, like the rest of him? Or would he have to dig and gnaw and pull like a normal human? The questions flashed through Kane’s mind in a vague way, more of him focused on how his lust-fuelled imagination told him it would feel. Incredible pain but also incredible relief. A violent escape from life, and the only true way he could give everything of himself to Adrian. He didn’t really want it, he knew that somewhere, he wasn’t ready to die, but gods did it intensify everything he was feeling. Kane couldn’t keep still underneath him, rocking his pelvis to meet Adrian’s thrusts, wanting that gorgeous cock as deep as he could get it. Every breath was a pant now, and Kane’s hands moved to cling to Adrian’s exposed hips, fingers digging into the working muscle as his balls drew up tighter against his body.
Adrian could rip a chunk out of him if he wanted to and he was keenly aware of how much of his strength he was holding back as he thrust into Kane and sank his teeth into his skin where neck meets shoulder. He was more than a little obsessed with Kane's body and it felt so much weaker now than it normally did, even if he knew all that power was still there and those muscles were nothing to scoff at - Adrian was just stronger and it almost felt like cheating. He sure as hell hadn't been working hard for this strength, it just came to him, unnatural and dark, dark magic tangled with more dark magic, a glorious battle taking place right inside his body. He felt so average on a day to day basis, but tonight he felt like a god and Kane was his sacrifice. He stopped paying attention to their surroundings, all his focus on Kane's body, the desperate panting in his ear, that tightness squeezing his cock. He didn't need to stand guard, anything that tried to get him tonight would die miserably.
It all made him feel so helpless in a way that felt far better than Kane would have expected. In the past, he hadn’t liked feeling helpless: he was the alpha male in nearly every room, he almost never allowed himself to be vulnerable with other men ... and now he was probably the most vulnerable he’d ever been. Adrian could kill him in a heartbeat. There were tons of other things in Blackwater that could sneak up and do the same. He was half-naked and getting railed on the forest floor, only a few yards away from the corpse of a monster that could’ve torn him in two with zero effort. There wasn’t only physical danger either -- Adrian had this knack for making him feel so cracked open and raw. He knew Kane’s secrets, his weaknesses, how to get under his skin, and Kane only wanted more of all of it. More of him. The pleasure from Adrian’s pounding cock was rapidly building into a tight knot in his gut, the friction of Adrian’s body rubbing against his aching erection sending bright sparks through him. Those teeth against his skin only made it all better and one of Kane’s hands flew up to grip the back of Adrian’s hair. “Harder,” he demanded breathlessly. Harder bites, harder thrusts -- he just wanted more.
Of course he wanted more. Adrian grinned against his skin before biting down harder, not enough to rip but enough to bruise before he pulled up to get better leverage to really start thrusting, watching Kane with a hungry look on his face. He couldn't say what he felt for the man, but whatever it was it was a lot. He could feel it thrumming inside of him even now when he wasn't supposed to be feeling a god damn thing besides the thrill of fucking and he knew it couldn't be negative emotions twisted into something else because he rarely felt anything negative when he was like this. Everything was just nonchalant joy with the occasional rush of cruelty mixed in, whatever he felt for Kane wasn't hatred or fear, it had more to do with possession and something else, something more. He spat in his palm and brought it between their bodies to wrap it around Kane's cock, stroking him in time with the pounding he was giving him. He felt so hard and hot, like a metaphorical echo of how Adrian felt at his core and he felt again that urge to make him come so he could keep doing this until Kane couldn't take any more.
Kane’s shoulder throbbed even after Adrian let go and straightened up, and it sharpened his pleasure even more. His eyes cracked open to stare hazily up at Adrian, drinking in that heat in those beautiful shimmery eyes. Everything was so shadowy, but Kane felt like he knew every inch of that face by now. He let out a strained ‘fuck’ as he felt Adrian take him in hand, and his balls throbbed hotly. Kane knew he wasn’t going to last more than a minute or two like this, but he couldn’t even begin to try to hold it back. Everything was too intense for that shit. He couldn’t help all the noise that was coming out of him anymore -- every thrust pushing another desperate groan or whine out of him, all of it escalating as his edge got closer and closer. He couldn’t think, he could barely get enough air in his lungs, there was nothing but that ecstatic tension humming in his body and complete surrender blanking out his mind. Then the pleasure of Adrian’s fist around him crashed into the pleasure of Adrian inside him, and every muscle in Kane’s body clenched all at once, shuddering hard as he came.
Adrian watched Kane intently, mesmerized by the near desperate look on his face and the way he writhed underneath him, all that strength turned in on itself in an orgasm that looked almost painful. He raised himself up and hoisted Kane's legs up higher, then leaned over him to lick up his cum, giving Kane only a few seconds to recover before he started moving again. He wasn't done and he didn't want to be done just yet, that sadistic urge he'd felt in the shower just a couple of days ago back now without any of the restraint he'd had back then. He could feel his own pleasure ramping up but he knew that what would really get him going was to watch Kane crumble a little, maybe even beg and he wondered if he actually would or if he'd enjoy it too much. The man was nothing short of a masochist, that much was obvious, and Adrian was about to give him exactly what he'd asked for, picking up his pace again and thrusting in deep.
Of course Adrian barely stopped, the slide of his tongue against Kane’s skin only contributing to that overstimulated feeling in his body. His ass was still throbbing a bit when Adrian began to pick up the pace again, everything inside of him tender and sensitive now. But Adrian’s cock was merciless against his prostate and Kane felt like it made his orgasm drag on and on, a crazy intense internal feeling he didn’t think he’d ever really felt before. At least not to this degree. Kane was helpless to do anything but ride it and try to stay relaxed while he was drowning in so many pleasure-pain sensations. His cries were a little more hoarse now, his expression strained, hands clutching at Adrian’s arms, but he still couldn’t get enough, not yet.
Adrian had never thought he even could have sex this intense, but then his body was capable of things he had never dreamed of before. He was holding himself in that sweet spot where everything felt oh so good without losing control, feeling almost drunk with the friction and pressure on his cock. Kane's grip on him was almost bruising but it didn't hurt and Adrian knew that he really didn't want to forget this look on his face. For someone who always claimed to be so ugly, he was fucking beautiful, damp with sweat, flush with pleasure, his eyes glazed and that sinful mouth half open and inviting. Fuck, but Adrian couldn't get enough of him, couldn't get enough of this. He leaned back down over Kane to kiss him, unable to resist that mouth, that face, that taste of him, and Kane deserved to taste himself on his tongue.
Kane whimpered against Adrian’s full lips as he kissed him back like he needed it to live. He could taste the musky salt from his cum in Adrian’s mouth, mixed in with the copper tang of blood and that more wild taste he had to assume was monster meat. It was a dizzying concoction ... or maybe Kane just wasn’t getting enough oxygen. He didn’t care, he felt like he would be happy to suffocate in this kiss. He was shuddering too much to really thrust back at Adrian, everything inside of him too heated and sensitized to do anything but feel, completely helpless under the onslaught of Adrian’s cock. It was all So Much and it kept getting Much-er, the physical discomfort growing as the spit-lube started to run dry and the intense tension in his body made him want to try to push Adrian off of him and squirm away from the relentless fucking. Even that felt good in a way, like a punishment he needed. “Please,” he gasped against Adrian’s lips, not even sure if he was begging for him to stop, or begging for more. “Fuck ... god-- please.”
Adrian felt like he could go on for hours if he wanted to and hell, he might have if not for the lack of lube starting to make it harder. He wanted to keep Kane like this though, that was the only real regret, but he could smell the change in the air signaling that morning would be creeping in soon and he didn't want to be out here when that happened. "Could fuck you for hours," he murmured and paused for a few seconds to let that sink in and drive Kane's desperation up a notch. "Not tonight," he finally added, raising himself up again to get a better angle and spitting in his palm again to get a little more slick. He only slowed down for a moment for that, then started up again, pushing himself to that sweet edge of pleasure, staring down at Kane as he got closer to his peak. God he wasn't lying, he really could do this for hours when he was like this and he wondered if he'd feel somehow lesser than when he woke up - if he remembered. It was understandable, he was fucking divine in this state, but he knew on some level there was a balance that was lacking there so he didn't resent his more human state or think of it as something 'other'. He just hoped that clarity wouldn't leave him.
The extra spit helped some, but the lack of pain just made more room for that awful pleasure. Every time he felt like he was at the limit of what he could take, Adrian drove him a little bit further. If they’d been somewhere safe and comfortable, with all the lube in the world, he thought he might actually impress Adrian with how much he could take. That ‘too much but not enough’ feeling was kind of addicting already. This moment could never really be recreated, but they would have other opportunities. He stared up at Adrian like he knew he was fucking divine too, his brow furrowed deep with pleasure-pain. On impulse, Kane reached for one of Adrian’s wrists and pulled his hand over to put it to his throat. “Fuck me ‘til you come then,” he breathed, the word strained. “I’m yours.” He couldn’t really explain why he felt compelled to do it, or say it, he was getting his brains fucked out, it just felt right in the moment.
"Is that what you want?" Adrian murmured and instinctively tightened his grip. It was interesting knowing something would normally upset him and feeling so unaffected by it, both this and Kane's guns didn't bother him at all at the moment. "A last hurrah?" He felt for Kane's limit, not wanting to snap his neck or crush it by accident, pushing just hard enough for Kane to feel it. It was kind of fun to have the medical expertise to know how to cut off his air supply without breaking anything, so that was what he did, the way Kane's throat tensed against his palm sending a sweet shiver through him. It would be poetic, ending Kane that way; fuck him, kill him and dump him in the woods, bury him with the monster Adrian had just put down. He was sure Kane felt that way too, so choked up with guilt he didn't know what to do with it. So tormented by it he'd probably let Adrian kill him. What a fucking waste. He looked delicious this way though, overwhelmed, possibly frightened and Adrian watched him for a moment longer before he was forced to close his eyes, a powerful orgasm wracking his body.
Kane didn’t know what he wanted, and he was in no position to answer anyway. He didn’t know for sure that Adrian wouldn’t kill him, cut off his air for good and pay him back for what he’d done ... but that was what made it a surrender. And when he couldn’t get a breath and his lungs began to burn, that instinctual fear did start to rise again, but he didn’t fight it. He started to feel lightheaded and there were sparkles at the edges of his vision, but it somehow made Adrian’s cock feel even better. By the time Adrian came, Kane was right at the edge of consciousness, and his own body throbbed in what almost felt like another orgasm. Kane was completely lost in it. If this was going to be his last hurrah, he couldn’t think of a better way to go, for fuck’s sake.
This was exactly what Adrian had needed to spend all that pent up energy and he finally felt calmer, loosening his grip on Kane's throat to let him breathe as he tried to catch his own breath, basking in the pleasant thrum that was slowly fading in his body. He leaned down over Kane again, brushing their lips together but not kissing him, mindful that they both needed to breathe right now, but he wanted that closeness. "You're mine, huh?" he murmured after a moment, opening his eyes to look at Kane again. "Well, I'm not gonna kill you." He narrowed his eyes, tapping Kane's lips lightly. "And you're not gonna kill yourself."
His lashes fluttered as he drew in deep hungry breaths, the chill in the air harsh against the back of his throat. Kane felt wrecked in the best kind of way, everything finally starting to unclench now that Adrian had stopped. His head began to clear and his hands fell to rest against Adrian’s sides. He was glad for that closeness, since he needed air too much to kiss the other man like he wanted to. Kane cracked his eyes open at Adrian’s words, struggling to focus. Was he Adrian’s? He’d said so, hadn’t he? That had been in the heat of the moment, but damned if he didn’t feel incredibly owned right then. He didn’t even know if he liked it, but it was a powerful feeling. “Okay,” Kane whispered, his lips barely moving. “Promise.”
Adrian knew that he'd be wiped by now under any normal circumstances. He'd have been wiped an hour ago, likely, but despite feeling calmer and more relaxed, he didn't feel tired. It felt good. "Catch your breath," he murmured. "Then we're heading back." He glanced in the direction of the dead monster, realizing they were leaving a hell of a mess. "Probably should have brought shovels," he said with some amusement. "Oops." Kane looked dead on his feet so 'a shovel' was probably more accurate but nobody was shoveling anything now, Adrian was just going to get Kane home. "You think you can walk?" he asked, cocking a brow and giving Kane a slightly apologetic grin. "Or am I gonna have to carry you." He liked Kane in a lot of ways, defiant and snarky, scary and strong - and like this, submissive, worn out, too tired to argue. Adrian almost wanted to just curl up to him right here and let him sleep but they both needed to get the hell out of there before they became too visible to everyone else who'd be waking up for work soon.
Kane would’ve had no desire to bury that thing even if they had shovels with them, so he was glad it wasn’t even a possibility. It could stay where it was and rot. The forest would take it back soon enough. He gave a soft groan of protest at the undeniable fact that they had to get up and get back to his SUV. Then they’d have to drive home and part company again and Kane didn’t want to do any of that. But he wanted to remain on the damp ground of Blackwater Woods with his ass hanging out even less. The muscles in his hips and legs were tired from staying in position through that pounding, but he couldn’t quite stretch out yet. “I dunno yet,” he muttered to Adrian, smirking faintly back at him. “Get up and lemme see.” Kane wasn’t eager to lose the solid warm weight of Adrian’s body against his, but other things had to take priority. Like getting the fuck out of these woods and away from the remains that would surely attract other hungry creatures.
Adrian hummed thoughtfully, not in any rush to get off Kane but he supposed he had to and so he did. He hiked up his pants and buttoned them, then offered Kane a hand up because he looked like he might need it. There were so many things he needed to fix now, he'd snuck out of the house and completely ruined his clothes with blood but he so didn't feel like thinking about any of that. It almost made him miss the simpler times of living in his car, back when nobody knew he was alive. Kane weighed next to nothing as he pulled him up and Adrian wondered just when this would wear off. Would it stay as long as he stayed awake? Or would it start fading within a certain amount of time? He wished he could write himself a note or leave a message with Kane but he knew by now that Caius had put all sorts of strange safeguards in place, preventing him from doing just that.
He winced a little once he had room to fully let his legs relax, the muscles in his hips protesting a bit now that all of the pleasure was gone. Kane accepted Adrian’s hand up, grunting softly as he was pulled to his feet like he was a four year old. It was disconcerting, but still kind of hot. Kane kept a hand on Adrian for balance as he brushed the forest-floor bits off of his bare ass and thighs, then got his pants back on. He was tired and filthy and sore, and kind of wished he could just snap his fingers and teleport them directly into a hot shower. Kane bent and snagged up the shotgun to slip over his shoulder, glancing around to make sure he hadn’t dropped anything else. It took him a moment to orient himself again and figure out which direction they needed to go to get back to the car. “Aight, let’s go,” he muttered, then glanced over Adrian. They were both a mess. “You wanna shower at my place? I can give you some clothes too.”
"I think I gotta," Adrian replied and reached out to him, pulling him closer by his jacket. "If I'm gonna be wearing your clothes, does that make you my boyfriend?" he teased, vaguely aware that he'd probably be mortified for joking around with that when he cared more, but he didn't care much right now and it was funny to him. Boyfriends and sweaters, that was a whole thing. It was a rhetorical question and a joke so he didn't expect an answer from Kane beyond maybe awkward babbling which he really didn't need to hear. Better to shut him up with a kiss before he even attempted something. As he pulled back he smirked again and turned around. "We'll be faster if I give you a piggyback ride, you know. You look like you can barely walk." That made him feel a little smug, since it was mostly his doing, though some of it could be that he'd fucked up Kane's stitches. Again.
Kane looked briefly horrified at the word ‘boyfriend,’ his heart twisting weirdly in his chest. Luckily Adrian stopped the stuttery response that came up in his throat, and didn’t seem to really want him to reply. Adrian definitely wasn’t his boyfriend. They hardly even liked each other ... did they? This whole situation was confusing as fuck. Kane just knew he was incapable of even being a boyfriend, much less a good one, the kind that Adrian deserved. And fuck, now he was going to be all in his head about it. Kane eyed Adrian’s back uncertainly for a moment -- he was definitely exhausted and his legs still felt unsteady, his back hurt, he knew Adrian could definitely get them there faster than Kane could walk it ... but it was still sort of emasculating. Still, he was kind of curious how it would feel to be carried by someone who could easily handle his weight. “If you drop me or fuckin’ laugh at me, I’m gonna hit you,” Kane muttered as he reached for Adrian. He knew what an empty threat that was at the moment, and he was sure Adrian did too. Kane started to climb onto his back.
Adrian actually had to bite back the laughter at the image of Kane thwapping him on the head for laughing and he hadn't been tempted to do either before Kane brought it up. Now it was weirdly tempting to drop him just for a laugh, like the teasing prick he once used to be was waking up again, eager to play. He wouldn't though, dropping a tired, aching person wasn't actually funny and he didn't think carrying him was funny either. If anything it was kind of nice. Kane was not a small man but he felt light at the moment, warm and solid against Adrian's back. He paused and turned to look back in the direction of their conquest for a second, feeling like he should be taking a trophy - maybe a tooth or something - but he had no idea where he'd keep it or how he'd clean it all up in secret. Oh well. "You wanna go fast?" he asked Kane instead as he started walking knowing full well that he'd be hopelessly lost in this forest if not for the weird magic coursing through his veins.
Kane had the monster’s soul heating up the metal flask in his pocket, so he didn’t want anything else to do with it. He’d never taken personal trophies from kills, even the ones that had felt the most satisfying. He felt strangely supported with Adrian’s hands under his thighs and his arms around Adrian’s shoulders, not as awkward or might-fall-any-second as he would’ve thought. Kane got a quick flash of memory, of his father toting him around on his back when he’d been little. Those days seemed distant and hazy enough to have been a dream. Kane tried not to dwell on it too much, this was just a convenient way to get back to the car. “That’s the point, right?” he murmured near Adrian’s ear, smiling faintly. “Giddyup, motherfucker, get us there.” Kane wasn’t eager to get bounced around too much, but if Adrian could run smoothly, he was really ready to get home as soon as possible. He needed a shower and bed.
"If you don't want me laughing then stop saying stupid shit," Adrian snickered and then he was running, smooth and fast and effortless. He probably could have gone faster, he thought, but he didn't want to have branches smacking into their faces and they weren't on a clear path yet so he had to do some weaving, it was still fast enough, faster than if Kane had tried running, he was sure. But God, he wished he was always like this, confident and strong, no guilt bubbling under the surface, no anxiety clutching at his heart. It was going to wear off just like it always did and that made him a little sad in a vague and distant way. It was weird to know his body was capable of these things and yet he couldn't do them except when he was like this.
It felt really weird at first, but it quickly morphed into being exhilarating, flying through the woods on Adrian’s back. Kane clung hard to him to stay as close as possible and not fuck up his balance. It was definitely faster than he could ever hope to move, even on flat open ground, and Adrian was taking them over logs and between trees like it was nothing. It was kind of amazing to feel his body working between Kane’s thighs, and he thought it would’ve been a turn on if they hadn’t just fucked their brains out. It made him wonder just how often this side of Adrian came out to play, if they would go hunting together again. He had so many questions about how it all worked, but he was never quite sure where to start. It was a relief when they came up on the SUV, and Kane grunted a bit as he got his boots under him again. “Now I feel like some ... teen girl in a vampire romance novel or some shit,” he muttered with a little smirk.
"This is the skin of a monster, Bella," Adrian said, butchering the quote only slightly but it had been a long time since he'd joked around about Twilight so it was probably forgivable and he wasn't even sure if Kane paid any attention to movies and dumb memes. "Don't worry, you don't look the part. You look more like the big bad vampire hunter." Who usually didn't get piggy back rides from monsters in the woods. "You're welcome," he tacked on. "When you're all healed up you can give me one in return." Assuming they kept meeting up like this, Adrian hoped they would. Kane allowed him to let out a side of him he usually kept under wraps and Adrian wanted to go hunting with him again some time, he just hoped he could access this part of himself without Caius summoning him for some awful shit.
Kane snickered at the Twilight reference -- he’d never seen those stupid ass movies but he’d seen enough about them to recognize the reference. “You keep tossin’ me around like that, I’m never gonna heal,” he said as he pulled his keys out, though he didn’t sound like he was complaining about it. He opened the back door first to unload his weapons and put them in the floorboard. Once Kane was fully unarmed, he went to the driver’s side door and climbed in with a little groan. He gave Adrian a sideways glance as he joined him. He was going to have to detail clean his car after this, that was for sure. “So can you just ... turn it off and on?” he asked as he started up the vehicle.
Adrian considered taking off his jacket before getting in the car but his jeans and boots were bloody as well so it was kind of pointless. If Kane was really concerned about blood in his car, he'd have offered up a towel to sit on or something, Adrian knew he got in that car bloody himself plenty of times. So he got in and got comfy in the passenger seat, blood and all. "Not yet," he replied. "I'm working on it." It was complicated and he had no idea how much he could really say about it so he didn't want Kane asking more questions. Time to change the subject. "You never take trophies? Your customers don't like weird monster trinkets to go with their souls?" He wasn't sure what he was imagining when he thought of those people, shady people with strange taste, some eccentric millionaires with dodgy hobbies. What the hell did those kinds of people look like? Adrian normally wouldn't want to know because knowing things like that was dangerous, but tonight he was honestly curious.
That was a pretty cryptic answer, and Kane did want to ask more questions, but then Adrian was turning the tables on him. He focused on getting the car turned around first on the narrow gravel path, then started back toward Witcham. “I only take ‘em on specific request,” he answered finally. “And most of my clients don’t request it. Only a few when they were new and wanted to test me. I’ve got a good rep now, so most don’t need proof anymore. I’ve never wanted ‘em for myself.” When Kane was done with a kill he just wanted to be done with it and leave it behind. Once he already had the important part, the rest was just meat and junk to rot. He glanced over at Adrian in the shadowy car, then smirked faintly. “Did you wanna take something from it?” he asked, a little amused at that idea.
"Kind of," Adrian tittered. "Could have a made a pretty tooth-necklace to give my sister as her wedding gift. But knowing my luck that thing would have been cursed." Okay so he would never give Mila something like that, not in a million years, not even in his current state of mind. He might care less but he still knew what he did care about. "Have that ugly fucking head hanging over the fireplace when I get a place of my own," he drawled, though that felt like lightyears away and whatever place he ended up in would probably just be a shitty little apartment somewhere. "I felt like your clients are that kind of people. Who'd want fucking souvenirs or cool pictures at least. I stand corrected."
Kane shook his head a bit. “I’m sure there’s people out there who want that shit, but they can’t afford me,” he said. “My clients just want a steady supply of exotic souls for all kinds of dark magic shit I don’t ask about.” Kane didn’t really want to know what people did with what they bought from him, he had enough struggles with the guilt already. “I’ve really only got about five or six, that’s been all I needed.” He paused for a moment and then glanced over at Adrian again. “This should net you at least five grand, you know that right? If we split it? Maybe more. Which ... honestly you did all the work, I’ll take a smaller cut. You gonna get your own place with it?” It sounded like an idle enough question, but Kane was curious for some very selfish reasons.
Adrian was about to make some innuendo about Kane being expensive but the next words out of his mouth shut him up real quick. His eyebrows quirked and a dopey little grin formed on his lips. "Five grand?" He'd been coming down from the excitement but now he felt it build up again like a riot of little firecrackers inside of him. It made him laugh and he thought about how he could pay Caius and be done with him. That felt like a priority. Five grand. Maybe more. He'd still have over four left when he was done with Caius. Five grand. For something so fucking fun. "You should take me with you more often," he murmured happily though he was sure Kane didn't love taking a cut on his paycheck too often. "And yeah, I might. Get a little place. That's enough for a deposit."
The way he lit up did things to Kane’s insides that he didn’t want to look at too closely. It made him want to drive them straight to an ATM to take out as much money as it would let him and make Adrian take it. Kane didn’t think he would accept it like that ... but he was definitely going to shop around for the best price on this kill, that was for damn sure. Maybe he would even fib about the payout and just give it all to Adrian. It wasn’t like Kane really needed the money, not lately. “It’s a deposit, another month or two of rent ...” he agreed, nodding slowly. “And if you wanna come with me sometimes, we can do that. You’ll have to think of something to tell your sister though, if you’ve suddenly got all this cash. Like you found a sugar daddy or somethin’.” Kane grinned faintly, kind of liking the idea of being that guy.
"Oh she'd love that," Adrian murmured and given his current mood he didn't see any reason not to tell Mila the whole truth about who he was, what he was capable of and what kind of people he liked. His fear of her rejection didn't make a whole lot of sense to him at the moment, but he knew it was there, buried underneath his bravado. "I can tell her it's an insurance or government thing. Something something my old job. Dying and coming back is complicated bureaucracy, you know. I'm still waiting for my papers to be processed." It was kind of hilarious to think about, he could so easily live on his own, outside of the system, but he was still trying so hard to be human again. He felt almost indulgent towards himself, not fucking that up on nights like this. "If that's the kinda cash you keep pulling in, you'd make a good sugar daddy," he teased, sitting up more and turning to face Kane.
“Goddamn right I would, that’s a slow night for me,” Kane said with a deep chuckle. He reached for his cigarettes to shake one loose and tuck it between his lips. “Money-wise, I mean. Not action-wise.” It had been an exciting night, even if he hadn’t been needed to do much. Hunting with Adrian was probably always going to be that way, but hell, maybe it was time he sat back a bit and took on a more administrative role. He could be the salesman for them, Adrian the muscle. Kane was jumping way ahead of himself, he knew. Adrian couldn’t even control when he switched back and forth like this yet, and Kane sure didn’t want to drag his more human self through the woods and subject him to more violence. He shot Adrian a smirky sideways sort of glance. “You want me to put you up somewhere nice, baby?” he purred, feeling like he was only halfway joking. “Get you a new ride? Pay your bills off?”
"Sounds like the least you can do," Adrian said and helped himself to one of Kane's cigarettes. "You'd still owe me a favor though so there might not be much in it for you." He snagged Kane's lighter and wondered if smoking did any real damage to him as he lit up. That's what everyone had been eager to find out at the facility; what made him tick, what could contain him, what could kill him. Cigarettes didn't affect him like alcohol did, they just gave him a nice head rush and tasted good. Plus this particular brand tasted like Kane so that was added bonus right there. "Why aren't you living it up if you're so rich? You live in a near empty rental, sleep on a mattress on the floor. This all part of your self-flagellation routine?"
Kane kind of liked that Adrian helped himself, there was a weird sort of intimacy there. Or maybe he was imagining shit. Interacting with Adrian like this was so different than it had been last time, it felt much less ... fraught. More banter-y. Different, but no less appealing, Kane felt like he needed this kind of back and forth too. Everything couldn’t be heavy all the time. “We’re already fucking, so I’m getting my end of the deal, pretty sure that’s how that works,” Kane mused as he cracked the window to blow smoke out into the night. “It’s not self-flagellation, I just ... I dunno, I don’t see the point in it, at least not yet. I’m saving up to retire and not have to ever do shit again, on a beach somewhere. I move around too much to live real large, and I like to stay inconspicuous.” Maybe some of it was a form of self punishment, but Kane didn’t like admitting that Adrian was right.
"You ever treat yourself to anything?" Adrian asked with a hint of doubt in his voice. "Because you don't have to live large to have a good time. I don't mean fucking either, you obviously treat yourself there, but other things. You really come off like the self-flagellating type, you know. Maybe you deserve it, you've done some fucked up shit. Maybe you don't deserve it, you're only human." He huffed softly and leaned against the seat, watching Kane with a little smirk. "I'm rambling, I think I'm sleepy. Fuck. You should treat yourself to nice things sometimes, that's my point. Get yourself a bigger TV or something."
“I always eventually gotta get rid of a big TV when I move on, and that’s a pain in the ass,” Kane said, glancing over at Adrian’s smirky face again. Handsome bastard. “I do treat myself sometimes, just on shit that I can actually use.” He made a vague gesture around them at the SUV. It was a nice, newer model, and Kane had splurged on it since he spent the vast majority of his time driving around. He’d also invested a good amount of money in his weapons. “What do you care anyway? I would think you’d be into watching me suffer. Or at least not live some cushy lifestyle.” Kane had been living this spartan, nomadic life for so long, he didn’t know what he would actually do with a nice big place, nice big stuff. His whole life could fit in his car, and that was how it had to be. Maybe he was just utilitarian at heart.
"You do look hot when you're in pain," Adrian admitted but the rest of it was complicated, even now. Some part of him did want to punish Kane for what he'd done, but in his current mood that was more for fun than any sort of bad blood. When the guilt and pain and fear came back, he was even more torn on the matter. He had killed a man, technically three men, two of those very deliberately. Why should Kane suffer more than him? It was entirely possible that Kane had helped him in some way to even the score; Adrian had died and suffered because of him, he'd been punished to some degree. Maybe not enough, but at least a little. "But no, I don't wanna watch you suffer, if I did I could have made it happen a few times already, you know that." He twisted around in his seat to open the window on his side, then settled his shoulder back comfortably against the seat. "We're just semi-sentient assholes living in a temporary world, why not enjoy it?"
Maybe it should’ve been slightly disturbing to hear that first part, but it made Kane grin instead. At least he wasn’t the only fucked up person in the car with twisted tastes. Adrian could hurt him and make him physically suffer very easily, and Kane thought he would probably allow more of it without fighting back than he would for any other person on the planet. He had meant more of a passive observation though -- he suffered internally pretty much every day, indulging in the external things wasn’t going to change that. Adrian fed into it quite a bit already anyway, whether he knew it or not. Whatever this obsessive brain disease was, Kane had it bad. “Are you enjoying it?” he countered, his gaze ticking over once more as he lifted a brow. “Treating yourself, living life to the fullest? You ain’t even freed yourself from the closet yet to be who you really are, right?” Maybe it was an asshole thing to say, but it wasn’t like they hadn’t been assholes to each other before, and Kane didn’t really think this Adrian would get offended. It was the truth, and he definitely didn’t seem to be taking his own advice.
Maybe it was an asshole thing to say, Adrian wasn't the best judge of that right now, all he knew was that it was true and he nodded slowly in recognition of that. "I'd come out in a heartbeat if I always felt like this," he said. "It's freeing, I don't really give a shit right now, I just know on some level what I do care about and what I normally want." Maybe it'd be dangerous to feel like this all the time, maybe he'd forget more and more why he was supposed to care and lose control again but it was all fresh in his memory now. "If I came out to my family and they disowned me, I'd just walk away, easy as that, but I'm not always like this and I remember how much it hurts just thinking about it." On some level it made him want to go back home while he was like this, wake Mila up and just tell her, rip that bandaid off and find out. Mila and his dad were the people he wasn't so sure about, it was his mom he knew would have a conniption. Of course, if he went home right now, they'd have entirely different things to talk about - like all the blood on his clothes.
On some level, Kane could sympathize. He’d never officially come out to his parents, and he’d been grateful when his father died before he ever found out -- the old man had hated him enough already. Kane definitely wasn’t going to tell his dying mother anything either ... but his situation felt different. His relationships with his parents were over. Adrian still had time to really be loved by his family with everything out in the open. “I don’t know any of ‘em, obviously,” he murmured after a pause. “But when I was researching you, reading old articles and shit from when you disappeared ... there’d be quotes sometimes, from your family. Pleas. They were desperate to find you. And now they got you back ... I dunno, man. If it was me, I wouldn’t give a single shit about your sexuality, I’d just be grateful every damn day that you’re alive and love you as hard as I could. Either their perspective has changed, or they’re just bad people. And I don’t think bad people would’ve raised a son like you.” Kane finished off his cigarette and flicked the butt out the window, his neck feeling a little hot from so much sincerity, but he meant it. “I told my sister,” he added, even quieter. “About us. I didn’t even mean to, I just ... I dunno what was wrong with me. I just felt so much like she should know. She’s pissed about it, she hasn’t talked to me since. So ... sorry in advance if you see her out and she’s stink-eyeing you or something.”
Adrian quirked a brow at the about us part, squashing the urge to poke at Kane for it. He'd already teased him about the boyfriend energy and he didn't really know what the two of them really were, but it didn't feel like just angry fucking anymore, especially with everything Kane was saying. Hell it sounded like he gave a shit and Adrian wondered just how mushy it would be making him feel if he wasn't all pumped up on wendigo right now. "I'm guessing she knows I'm the one who tranq'ed you," he murmured, unless Bailey was just homophobic as hell and that's why she would be stink-eyeing him. He had no idea what had possessed Kane to tell her but apparently neither did he so he didn't push it. People were just weird sometimes, especially in this town. Kane really didn't strike him as the type to do much heart-to-heart with anyone so it was a little weird to hear him talk this way, reassuring, somewhat confessing. Kind. It was just another thing that made Adrian wonder just what the hell was going on between them.
“She knows about all of it,” Kane answered with true regret in his tone. “As of ... Sunday, anyway. Before you came over the last time.” Before things had felt like they’d shifted between them somehow. Kane didn’t know what they were to each other either, but he could feel it evolving. Whether that was a good thing or not seemed like a completely separate question. “I dunno if you know this, but after ... y’know, that night after you stabbed me, she’s the one who came and got me to the hospital. She’s not over it, and she doesn’t trust that you don’t wanna kill me anymore.” Kane knew that wasn’t all there was to it, he’d presented the news to Bailey in such an abrupt and dumb way, he still didn’t understand what had come over him. “That was her first time hearing that I’m into men at all too, so ... fuck, it was so fucking stupid,” Kane grumbled. He was still mad at himself, so he guessed he couldn’t blame Bailey for being mad too.
"I never wanted to kill you," Adrian said and that was kind of bewildering to him now, vengeance wasn't a big part of the fabric of his making it seemed and he wasn't so sure that was a good thing. "I just wanted to live." If Bailey knew everything, that included his death and that meant that two cops in town knew and one of them apparently resented him. He was probably lucky Bailey hadn't come after him or tried to poison people's minds against him but maybe she was just biding her time. He could respect it if she did it, if anyone hurt Mila he wasn't so sure they'd still be breathing. "You really are a lot more chatty than you seem," he said with a wry smile and wondered if Kane and Bailey were a lot closer than he'd thought or if something had compelled Kane to tell her everything. "How drunk were you?"
Bailey did know everything, though Kane still wasn’t entirely sure she actually believed that he’d killed Adrian. He’d told her, multiple times, and he knew better than most what dead people looked and felt like, but he didn’t think her pragmatic nature would really let her believe it. In any case, it didn’t seem like that piece of it would make her more inclined to forgive Adrian, even if Kane had. Not that he’d needed Kane’s forgiveness -- like he’d said, he was just trying to live. At Adrian’s comment, he huffed a bit and glanced over again. “Definitely not that drunk, kinda buzzed maybe. We had a few beers when we got there and one of their little ... margarita things. I forget what it’s called,” he said, shrugging one shoulder. “And I ain’t chatty, you’re just like ... one of two people I actually talk to.” And the other one currently wasn’t speaking to him. Really, now that he thought about it, Adrian knew more about him than his own sister, how fucking sad was that?
"Jesus, that's sad," Adrian said, unwittingly echoing Kane's thoughts. "You don't talk to the other people you're fucking?" He wasn't fishing with that question, even though he knew it could easily be construed that way and yes, he was curious about whoever had scratched Kane's back up, he just normally wouldn't ask. Tonight wasn't normal so he just smiled playfully after he asked, quirking a brow at Kane. "No heart to heart between battles?" In a way he felt like he was haunting Kane, he'd died and come back and he weighed heavily on Kane's conscious, he knew that. Now he was one of the two people he actually talked to. It probably wasn't healthy. No, it definitely wasn't healthy, but Adrian liked it anyway. Being something to Kane, their lives interwoven now. He was willing to bet that if he turned full wendigo Kane wouldn't mind getting dragged out into the woods and eaten by him. Or turned.
Almost nothing about Kane’s life was healthy, so all of this was pretty on brand. Though he’d largely managed to avoid entanglements like this since his early twenties, so maybe he’d been doing something right? Or wrong? It was hard to tell anymore. “The only other person I’m fucking doesn’t even know my real name,” Kane answered, shooting Adrian a sideways glance. He didn’t know if he wanted Adrian to be jealous or not give a shit and continue not to ask. “And I don’t know hers. So no, no heart to hearts.” Kane wasn’t sure why it seemed important to establish that Red was a woman, but it did. Adrian was special and unique in his life, and it was driving him fucking crazy. He and Red did know a bit more about each other now after last time, but she would probably never reach out again after being caught by her daughter, so it was kind of moot anyway. Kane almost told Adrian that too, but bit his tongue on it. “Are you fucking anyone else? Now that we got that card on the table ...”
Hers. Adrian had hoped it was a woman, though he couldn't fully understand why it mattered right now. He tucked that away for his more human self to feel relieved about, though he really had no way of knowing if his more human emotions twisted this around into something else. So unreliable. He almost laughed when Kane turned the question around on him, took a quick drag of what little remained of his cigarette before twisting around in his seat to toss it out the window. "What do you think?" he murmured but he didn't need Kane to answer that, so as soon as he was settled back, he shook his head. "Barely have time to fuck you. One secret lover is one too many already." He wondered if that was pleasing to Kane, if it would please him even more to hear how he was only his second lover ever. It was all so meaningless and yet people assigned so much meaning to it all. Adrian knew he wasn't exempt from that when he could fully access all his feelings. He also didn't really want to give Kane the satisfaction of knowing. "Are you her dirty secret too?"
Kane wasn’t exactly surprised to hear he was the only one, he knew Adrian was still getting acclimated to being a real person again ... but he did like it. He wanted to be the only one, as hypocritical as that was. He wanted Adrian to be just as consumed with him as he was, even though he knew he shouldn’t. Kane felt so seen when Adrian was around, it was both addictive and uncomfortable, he felt like a glutton for it, for everything about him. Adrian’s question made him chuckle first, but his stomach twisted weirdly at the same time. “Yeah, that’s all I ever am,” he said mildly. Kane knew that on the surface that looked like purely his choice, but was it really? How many choices had he really had in his life? They were coming back into town now, and he suddenly felt more antsy to get home, to be doing something else, something that didn’t require all this talking. Gods knew he didn’t want to be seen as chatty.
"Do you like it?" Adrian asked. "Being the dirty secret?" He had a feeling Kane would be easier to read if he wasn't essentially colorblind on emotions and morals at the moment. He knew emotions and he remembered them but he couldn't quite see them the way he usually could, if he stayed like this for too long he'd start to forget, he was sure. "It kinda fits with your lifestyle." He looked out at the sky overhead, the twilight becoming tainted with a little pink here and there. It was beautiful and reminded him of when he'd slept in his car all the time. He hardly ever saw the sunrise anymore, it was a pity.
“I don’t fuckin’ know,” Kane murmured, sounding more tired than aggressive about it. “Sometimes. Sometimes I hate it. What I like don’t really matter, that’s just how it’s gotta be.” Adrian wasn’t wrong that it fit with his lifestyle -- the way Kane saw it, that was the only kind of human connection he could really have. No normal person was going to accept what he was and what he did for a living. Nobody was going to uproot their life to roam around the country with him. He wasn’t ever going to meet anybody’s parents, get invited to Christmas dinner, none of that domestic shit. Kane hated that any part of him wanted all of that. But desire was harder to kill than any of the monsters he’d bested so far.
That emotion was easy to read and Adrian all but rolled his eyes at Kane. He might have felt bad for him but right now he didn't. "Sounds to me like you could be saving up some money and then doing whatever the hell you like," he said with some wry amusement. "Whatever that is." Being a reaper might not be something Kane could get out of, but the hunting was something he could retire from. As far as Adrian could see, nobody was forcing him into it. He had a feeling it wasn't something Kane particularly wanted to talk about so he slumped back in his seat and sighed. "Fuck, I'd kill for a beer right now." Kane probably had some, but he didn't have alcohol-free ones so Adrian couldn't drink them. It was beyond frustrating, he craved the taste now that he'd had a cigarette. He also craved a shower so that was at least something he could indulge in.
“That’s what I’m doin’, like I said,” Kane muttered. He didn’t want to talk about his life anymore though, so he didn’t elaborate on his retirement plans. He definitely didn’t plan to spend his sundown years in fucking Point Pleasant, so none of this really mattered, did it? Kane tried to tell himself it didn’t. He could be the dirty secret for a couple of people here while he was in town, and then he would be gone for good ... even though he’d promised Bailey he wouldn’t. Kane pushed the future hard to the side in his mind for the moment, shifting in his seat a bit as he turned toward the apartment complex. “I got a few in the fridge. I could use one too.” Or two or five or ten. Or some whiskey, better yet. Kane just wanted to be clean and unconscious in the worst way at the moment.
"How much do you think I had to drink when I first kissed you?" Adrian asked jovially. He'd never planned on revealing this weird new weakness but he felt pretty invincible in the moment and if Kane really wanted to hurt him, well, he'd find a way. Adrian wasn't worried about that anymore, he wasn't worried about anything at all for that matter. He thought Kane could use a laugh too, he looked all too serious right now, trapped in some self-pity spiral that Adrian didn't much care for. "That drunk? It would have taken me a bottle of something strong a few years ago. Mixing drinks. Like a bottle of tequila and a whole lot of beer. But no, I had one cocktail. No, fuck. I didn't even finish it. I had one fifth of one cocktail. So I'll just have a sip of your beer and then pass the fuck out." He tittered, watching Kane for what he hoped was an amused reaction. "This curse sucks."
Kane definitely would’ve guessed way more than that, and he shot Adrian a surprised glance when he said it hadn’t even been a full drink. He didn’t immediately see it as a weakness, just a very weird quirk of whatever strange ancient magic had been imposed on Adrian. “No shit,” he murmured with a small half-grin. “So you’re like, the lightest of lightweights now. Makes you a cheap date at least. I would save a fuckin’ fortune at the liquor store.” Kane didn’t think it would stop him from drinking, he would just go through a lot less of it to get fucked up. “Are your hangovers the same, or do you even get ‘em?”
"It wasn't too bad," Adrian replied with a little shrug, his biggest problem the next day had been remembering what he'd done and feeling intensely torn up about it, ashamed and horny and all messed up. It was kind of funny to think about that in hindsight. "Makes me wonder if that's how you'd kill that full wendigo. Pump it full of drugs or alcohol." There was a part of him that wanted to go back there, find that thing and put it down. Not just for revenge but just to do it. Was it even possible? The monster had felt ancient and unstoppable, but then it had been Adrian's first encounter with something so cursed. Maybe he wouldn't think so much of it now that he was more like it, hell, maybe he could just tear it apart like he'd done with the other monster earlier. He knew he'd be terrified of the thought later, but it was appealing now and thinking about how easy it had been to kill something so big and frightening gave him a warm rush. He was starting to feel itchy and uncomfortable so it was a welcome little joy and so was driving through town and getting closer to Castle View.