Adrian Moretti (theneedtofeed) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2023-07-20 22:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | adrian, kane |
Who: Adrian & Kane
Where: Castle View
When: Saturday Morning 7/14
Warning: Turns NSFW
Status: Complete part 1/2
Adrian slept like the dead and probably would have slept longer if he hadn't set an alarm the night before when he got back from the woods. He hadn't hunted, had made do with some investigating instead, something vaguely related to worry gnawing at him though it felt more like curiosity. He'd known that he would worry when he woke up, so he'd decided not to let himself sleep too late. Not that he appreciated that much for the first couple of minutes of consciousness, squinting at the phone as he fumbled for the 'stop' button. "Fuck you," he mumbled, closing his eyes again and very nearly letting himself fall back into sleep before his brain kicked in and reminded him why he wanted to be awake. It wasn't the bachelor party; it was Kane.
His eyes shot open and he fumbled around for the phone again, cursing quietly under his breath. He'd left Kane alone after the kind of night he'd been having, he'd fucking left him and now all he could think about was that utterly broken expression on his face in the woods. He'd given Adrian a key though and things had been calmer and less intense when he left - but what if that was just Adrian projecting? He wasn't exactly dripping with empathy when that monster inside of him took over and he'd been antsy and wanting to leave...
You awake? he texted Kane, not wanting to bombard him with worried messages, but he was already stumbling to his feet and rummaging around for clothes to wear because he was heading straight over to Castle View, regardless of whether Kane replied or not.
Kane did not reply, even though part of his unconscious brain felt his phone buzz against the mattress where he’d left it when he’d passed out for the night. He’d been in a better frame of mind by the time Adrian had left his apartment, but that still hadn’t made things good, and Kane had done some more drinking and wallowing in private before exhaustion took over and he fell asleep, his body and mind totally drained. Reaping took some energy, and he’d found that reaping a bunch of souls at once was really tiring, even if it had felt easy at the time. Not to mention all the emotion the whole situation had stirred up in him ... sleep was an escape from embarrassment too, and he’d felt a mild, shame-filled dread about seeing the fully-human Adrian again before he fell asleep.
His dreams were dark and weird and unhappy, but Kane was still deep in them by the time Adrian was getting up, oblivious that anyone was worried about him in the slightest while he spent the morning like he’d spent so many others.
The logical side of Adrian said that Kane was probably just exhausted, phone on silent while he slept, but that didn't shut up the side of him that was screaming at him that he shouldn't have left him alone and that something was now wrong. Thankfully Mila wasn't home because she would have spotted the fretting from miles away, especially with the speed with which he got himself dressed and put together. He had a key now and while he'd promised not to use it without calling first, well, it wasn't like he was going to sneak inside.
He tried Kane's phone a couple of times on the way over to his place, then knocked loudly before he entered the apartment. "Kane?" he hollered once the door was closed behind him, too aware of the guns and the PTSD and all that crap they'd talked about the night before. His truck was outside and his boots were still where he'd left them so he was in and Adrian wished he could hear his heartbeat from where he was standing instead of hesitantly working his way toward the bedroom. "You up?"
The vibrations of his cell phone didn’t wake Kane up, but the knocking started the process, yanking him out of dreams where he was being pulled into soft dark earth to be eaten by giant worms. His body jerked and he was already sitting up before his eyes opened. Training and instinct kicked in first and Kane started to scramble for the loaded pistol he kept stowed on the floor beside his side of the bed, but then he recognized Adrian’s voice with a sudden rush of relief. “Yeah,” Kane called back, his voice rusty. “In here.” He stuffed the gun back in its holster and hurriedly stashed it -- he never wanted to pull a gun on Adrian again. Kane wondered for a vague second how he’d gotten in before he remembered giving him the key the night before.
The relief that flooded Adrian at hearing his voice told him just how worried he'd been even if he'd tried so hard to not think about the possibilities. He felt almost stupid for it now but Kane had been bitten by something unknown and Adrian would never have left him alone in a million years if he'd been fully himself. He paused in the doorway to Kane's room, realized he was still wearing his sneakers and gave Kane a sheepish smile as he kicked them off. "You weren't answering your phone," he said softly but despite the smile and the gentle words, he was scrutinizing Kane's appearance, looking him over for any visible discomfort or change. He looked tired, a little sad, his hair sticking up in little cowlicks but the most important thing was that he didn't look like he'd been horribly infected by something - and he was alive. "Are you okay?" Adrian asked, his tone suggesting he knew the answer wasn't yes.
Kane was definitely rumpled and groggy-looking, sitting up in the tangle of his blanket, still barely conscious. It was always harder to wake up when he’d gone to bed drunk. “Fuck, sorry,” he mumbled, starting to feel around for his phone. He saw that Adrian had texted and called him a few times, and he cursed softly again and dropped it to rub both hands over his face. “Uh ... yeah, think so.” He was alive, his arm hadn’t rotted off, he didn’t have the irresistible urge to kill himself, so he figured he was doing okay. Kane stuck a finger into the edge of the bandage on his forearm to peek underneath. Nothing smelled bad under there, and the skin was just a bit redder than usual. It hurt a bit, but not in any ‘infected wound’ kind of way. Kane squinted at Adrian again. “Are you?” The wendigo hadn’t been done with him yet when he’d left, gods only knew where he’d gone for the rest of the night.
"I am now," Adrian said with a faint smile and headed over to join Kane on his bed, grabbing his hand as soon as he sat down. "Fuck... I'm sorry I just left you. I'm sorry I was such a dick." He knew he'd held back on some things out of some sort of weird obligation to his 'tomorrow self' but he'd still been cold, mean and borderline violent. "If I could have snapped out of it..." He wouldn't have, he remembered that much. He hadn't wanted to, had been angry that Kane even asked him to and today it filled him with bitter regret. He'd left Kane on okay terms, sure, but that didn't make everything that happened before then just peachy. "I didn't wanna snap out of it... You enjoying the Jekyll and Hyde act yet?"
“I could probably ask you the same,” Kane muttered with a humorless little chuckle. Sure, he couldn’t switch his empathy off and on, but he could be a cold, mean, moody sonofabitch himself sometimes and he knew it. Still, it felt kind of validating to hear Adrian acknowledge that he was so different when the wendigo took over. He kept claiming to be the same person, but it really seemed like a personality switch from the outside. Kane gratefully squeezed his hand and brought it up to press against his cheek, shaking his head a little. He definitely hadn’t expected to be apologized to first, immediately, but at the same time it wasn’t surprising. This Adrian had plenty of empathy. “I was a dick too,” Kane admitted. “Sorry I was trying to make you go away and acting like a pissy teenager.”
"You almost died," Adrian said reverently, rubbing his thumb against Kane's cheek. "I know you're tough, but you went through some massive trauma last night." Familiar trauma too, almost getting eaten by some unknown monster was something Adrian could relate to and he hadn't spoken for months after his own trauma. He would have given Kane more space if he'd felt more human - but then again, Kane would probably be dead if he hadn't switched like he did. "I wish I'd stayed with you," he added after a moment's pause, worrying at his lip as he looked Kane over. "I'm just... I'm so fucking relieved you're okay."
It wasn’t the first time Kane had almost died, he’d had quite a few close calls over the years, and he was sure they’d all left their marks on him in various ways. He’d always dealt with it alone, because he’d been dealing with everything alone. There was something about the concern in Adrian’s face, a warmth in those dark eyes that put a lump in Kane’s throat all over again. Goddammit. Not only was he like a pissy teenager, he was like a PMS-ing teen girl, crying at the drop of a hat. Kane swallowed thickly. Not trusting himself to speak steadily around the emotion crowding his throat, he wrapped his arms around Adrian and held onto him as he laid back, pulling the other man down to the mattress with him. Kane crowded in close and tucked his face into the crook of Adrian’s neck, holding onto him tightly. He just wanted to be squeezed and to breathe in Adrian’s smell and to let it really sink in that he was not only okay, he was cared for.
Adrian shuffled his body around a little bit until he was comfortable, then pressed a little kiss on Kane's cheek and let out a quiet hum. He didn't know everything that was going on in Kane's head but he understood it to some degree anyway, that need for physical closeness, that need for something other than words. He was content to give him just that, slipping his arms around him and giving him that squeeze he needed, not afraid to hold back since none of his supernatural powers were running rampant today. His own mind was racing in the silence, it was always hard to try to remember everything that had happened when he shifted into that different mode, he felt like there had been something he'd wanted to tell Kane and couldn't and now he couldn't remember what it was. Everything was just a little hazy and dumb somehow, like he'd been drinking.
That embrace was probably exactly what he’d needed the night before too, but Adrian had been incapable of giving. Kane didn’t hold it against him. There would certainly be times when he’d be incapable of giving Adrian what he needed, and he didn’t even have the excuse of a curse. Not the personality-changing kind anyway. Kane was cursed in his own right. He laid there and felt Adrian’s pulse against the bridge of his nose, vaguely wishing he could make himself smaller, curl up and be cradled completely, snug and safe. The pressure of Adrian’s arms and hands felt good -- he was strong even when the wendigo was dormant, and Kane needed that too. For a few moments he thought he might cry, but the urge subsided gradually. “You saved my life again,” he murmured softly after a while.
"Yeah," Adrian said quietly back, unsure what else to say. "We've still got stuff to do." He knew Kane didn't really like that, the fact he'd needed help, the fact that he thought he'd failed. Adrian wasn't sure how to tackle that or even if he should. There were issues upon issues there and they weren't his to fix. "And you saved countless lives, possibly not great people's lives but what the fuck do we know about who Cecilia's friend would have killed..." He hesitated, snuck a little kiss on Kane's cheek. "Thanks for cleaning up my mess." He was probably saying too much, should probably just shut up and hold Kane and he clamped up again and tried to do just that, tightening his hold on him.
It wasn’t too much to Kane, he needed to hear everything Adrian said. He might have been caught off guard and needed rescuing, but he’d gotten the job done, and that was something. He didn’t really want to talk about his feelings and reaction to it all, what that kind of fuck up could mean for the rest of his hunting career. If he couldn’t hunt anymore, Kane didn’t know what he was going to do. Idleness could be dangerous for someone like him, he needed something to focus on and occupy his time. “Nah, it wasn’t your fault,” Kane said instead of delving into any of that. He nudged Adrian with his face a bit. “You couldn’t have known what was in it.” Even if he had, Kane would have helped clean it up. He would do anything for Adrian, even if he complained about it at the time.
"I'm so glad you're okay," Adrian said again and the memory of Kane incapable of moving kept giving him the chills he hadn't felt the night before. He was kind of glad he hadn't been able to feel fear or sympathy or whatever else he might have felt in that moment if he was fully human. It would have all been too much all at once and that made him wonder how Kane had really felt during it all. "I'm just... I'm just so glad..." He had a lot more than that to say but at the same time he had nothing at all to say, nothing that he could put into words just yet so the repetition, emotional and a little dumb, was all Kane got for now. "Last night was... that was scary as shit." He didn't know if Kane would want to know how big that monster that had attacked him really was, if it'd make him feel better or worse, feed into his nightmares or make him feel less of a loser for being defeated. Adrian pulled back enough to look at him, furrowing his brows. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Maybe it was a good thing that Adrian could turn into an unfeeling war machine when the chips were down -- Kane could only imagine what kind of mess he would’ve been if their positions were reversed. All of his military training might have kicked in to get them out of immediate danger, but he could very easily see himself falling apart with a limp and paralyzed Adrian in his arms. If Adrian had gone to sleep as the wendigo and came over here as soon as he woke up, he was probably just now emotionally processing the position he’d been in, and Kane thought he could see some of that tumult in his gaze when their eyes met. He didn’t really want to talk about it, he didn’t know what to say, but he recognized that Adrian probably needed to. “M’so glad you were with me,” he murmured, studying his face. “Cause yeah ... scary as shit.” Kane fell silent for a few heartbeats, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip. “I dunno what to say besides that. Almost dying sucks donkey dick, you know that better’n most.”
The laugh that escaped Adrian was weak and dry because yeah, he knew too well what that was like. He might not have been paralyzed, but he'd been exhausted and broken and incapable of moving so he supposed he had been in a very similar situation. It was hard to compare the two though, especially when he couldn't stop thinking about the things that had happened the night before, the things he'd said to Kane. "You do know there's nothing wrong with needing saving sometimes," he said quietly. "You'd be some kinda weird demi god if you didn't. We're communal creatures, we need each other."
Kane didn’t say anything for another long moment while he digested that and tried to get his words in order. How he felt seemed impossible to explain because he knew it wasn’t logical. He’d been a Marine, for fuck’s sake, he knew all about brotherhood in war and watching the back of the guy next to you, relying on each other. But that had always felt so Different, and it was now a couple of decades past. Kane had changed since then, twisting under the weight of age and experience like most people did. He’d just changed for the worse instead of getting better. “I know things, but then I feel things, and there’s ... a huge gap between them sometimes,” he murmured finally. “I know you’re right. But I feel like you’re not. My dad ... anytime I showed any kind of weakness ...” Kane had to pause and swallow, then cleared his throat. “I been doin’ this alone for so long, anytime I can’t it feels like a failure and a sign I should quit ... but I dunno what I’d do without it.”
Adrian couldn't relate to having a father like that but that didn't mean he wasn't well aware of the pressure of growing up a man. Weirdly, for him most of that pressure had come from the women in his life, his mother especially. The way they talked about men, how men should act and feel, sometimes it felt like he needed a script to follow not to disappoint them. "Well, he's dead," he said with a wry smile. "That's pretty weak if you ask me." It was a flippant reply, but he knew that getting into how Kane's dad had been wrong wasn't going to solve a damn thing. There was always going to be a disconnect between what he knew and what he felt and Adrian could relate to that.
The comment drew a snorty laugh out of Kane, and it filled his chest with a weirdly strong love. He had all kinds of complicated feelings about his father like a lot of abused children did, but he was still glad the asshole was dead and out of his life, and he didn’t mind some gallows humor about him. “Right? Ultimate pussy move, dying. Real men come back to life,” Kane quipped, giving Adrian a look before he kissed his jaw. He knew this wasn’t a therapy session, Adrian didn’t owe him that kind of support, but even saying shit like that out loud was new for Kane and it felt kind of good. Like a relief that somebody knew at least part of what went on in his head, that the relentless voice of criticism he heard sounded like his father.
Adrian grimaced, but he also laughed. It was a touchy subject, but it was also probably the only time someone - indirectly or not - hailed him as a Real Man because that whole ideal was just so warped. "Another impossible standard to live up to," he tittered. "Real men survive," he added in a deeper voice than usual, just to drive home that machismo bullshit. He'd been out in the woods with some of the toughest men he'd ever known and only two of them got out, he was sure Kane had gone through the same thing as a soldier. Survival was really just dumb luck and tenacity. "I grew up with a lot of bullshit about how men are supposed to be and do and it just doesn't work like that." He rubbed at Kane's back and tilted his head. "You're the toughest guy I know, Kane and you're alive. What more can you ask for?"
Kane snickered a bit at Adrian’s Real Man voice -- it was kinda sexy, but he probably shouldn’t think so. He knew that living and dying were all completely beyond anyone’s control. He’d reaped his fair share of tough men who’d been through a lot, but it was just time for their ticket to be punched. Some of them tried to fight it, but it happened to everybody eventually. Kane knew his time would come too, he just hoped it wasn’t for a while. He’d found a new reason to hold on tight. “I dunno,” he answered, then gave Adrian a sheepish sort of smile. “Endless heroism? Just to ... go to sleep at night and feel like I did something good to balance all the bad?” He shrugged one shoulder, his expression relaxing into seriousness again. “I know it’s stupid and reckless and don’t actually mean shit about my manhood,” he murmured quietly. “But it’s all I’m good at, it’s all I know how to do. I just can’t stand the idea of getting too old for it, becoming more of a liability. I don’t wanna just survive, you know?”
Adrian could relate to that and once again he thought about how much they had in common that they never really talked about in detail. He didn't think either of them wanted to dwell on those dark things in their pasts, they were just trying to do the best they could with the present. "How about... Just being there for the people who love you," he suggested gently. "I mean, killing monsters is pretty great and probably saves a lot of lives but even if you're not doing that you'll still have an impact on everything around you." He could have made some quip about what other things Kane was good at but it didn't feel right. They were talking about heavy things, painful things, he didn't want to reduce it all to a dick joke.
“People lovin’ me is kinda ... a recent development,” Kane said with a soft snort. “Still tryin’ to wrap my head around it, I guess.” That wasn’t entirely true, his mother had always loved him in her meek way, and he supposed Bailey had from a distance, but they’d never been close. Not like they were trying to be now. He was glad that Adrian couldn’t relate to the difficult family life he’d had, at least Adrian had known for sure that he was loved, that people were mourning him. It didn’t make up for everything, of course, but Kane was sure it helped in some way. Kane sighed and curled further into Adrian so he could put his head on his chest, squeezing him a bit. “I wanna be there for you,” he murmured.
"Yeah, I'd really appreciate it if you'd stick around," Adrian replied, trailing his fingers through Kane's messy hair. "You know, you haven't even met everyone who's going to love you yet, you have no idea what kinda friends you're gonna make down the road, or what other things you're gonna be capable of." He gingerly shifted his position to get more comfortable, nudging Kane's head with his chin. He couldn't promise any of these things and he couldn't imagine there being a point where he'd introduce Kane to his family and they'd accept him but it was still a nice thought, like a far away fantasy where they were both far healthier and less messed up. Whenever he let his mind wander down that path it seemed more like a scene in a movie than something real. "Even if it's just me, you should stick around."
From almost anyone else, Kane would’ve heard that as a dumb platitude, just the kind of thing people put onto their social media with a pretty background or something. He’d lived for a long time pretty certain that nobody would ever really love him for various reasons -- he didn’t want anybody that close, he was unlovable in the first place, his lifestyle didn’t allow for that kind of connection, on and on -- and he’d been wrong. He hadn’t seen this thing with Adrian coming at all, it had been a total blindside, so maybe he would be blindsided by some sort of love again in the future. Kane couldn’t imagine feeling this way with anyone else, but there were other kinds of love than theirs. Kane listened to Adrian’s heartbeat and the way his voice resonated in his chest, then looked up at him again at the last part. He shifted up enough to kiss Adrian and draped one thigh over his leg. “Not goin’ anywhere until you tell me to fuck off,” he murmured against Adrian’s lips. “M’not giving you up for nothin’.”
The only reason Adrian believed in what he was saying was that he'd already lived it. He'd lost his closest friends but he was making new ones now, meeting genuinely nice people and his own family was growing. And then there was Kane. He'd never thought he was even capable of these kinds of feelings but here they were, bowling him over on the regular. "Not telling you to fuck off, ever," he said and meant it, even if it was probably a dumb statement to make. "I'm practically moving in with you, remember?" He gave him another kiss, loving the weight of him against and on him so he gave him a squeeze to make sure he stayed right there, holding him in place. "Fuck, I almost lost you last night," he whispered then and without warning, tears welled up in his eyes and his breath caught in his throat. "Don't fucking do that again."
Kane had no intention to move an inch, but he liked the way Adrian held onto him anyway. The sudden emotion in his voice put a fresh lump in Kane’s throat too and made his nose sting. There was the connected concern he’d probably needed the night before. It was easy for Kane to forget that someone actually cared about him enough to cry over him, and it meant so much that Adrian didn’t try to hide that from him. He didn’t want to be the only one having messy feelings all over the place. “I’m sorry,” Kane whispered unsteadily back, his hand coming up to cup Adrian’s jaw as he planted more small soft kisses against his lips and chin. His own eyes started to water and Kane just let it happen. “For all of it, I’m sorry. I love you.”
"No, you just, you didn't do anything wrong," Adrian said quietly, swallowing back against that lump in his throat. "I'm just... fucking processing it, shit. I felt like - last night - of course you didn't die, like I wouldn't have let it happen? But now... What the fuck would I have done? If that spirit hadn't protected you or if I'd gotten there too late or if that poison had been lethal or..." He wasn't Jesus, he couldn't have brought Kane back and the mad cockiness he'd felt the night before felt alien and stupid now. "Sorry," he added because he was rambling and emotional now that he could actually relax and think about it all.
“No, don’t apologize for this,” Kane murmured, then huffed softly at the both of them telling each other not to be sorry. He shook his head before he lightly bumped their foreheads together and gave Adrian a squeeze. “Scary as shit, like you said.” There really wasn’t anything he could say to make those possibilities less frightening, they just had to run their course. They hadn’t happened, he was alive and okay, but it was impossible not to think about them. Kane just held onto him for a moment and let them both be emotional. He knew he would’ve been beside himself if Adrian had almost died. “I do feel bad I was an asshole though,” he added quietly after a while. “I know you’re ... still you.”
"Yeah, I'm me but like I'm on drugs," Adrian said with a faint smile and he couldn't blame Kane for being an asshole, he hadn't even been the one to get physical with his bad mood. "I still care about you though, when I'm like that. It's just like everything I feel is under lock and key." He squinted as he thought about it, wondered if it sounded worse than it was, like he didn't care at all when he was like that. "I get stupidly possessive of you though, like... You're mine and even if I'm all messed up, I know it." He pressed in against Kane a bit. "I'm glad you like me better like this... Even if I got pissy about it last night. And you weren't as big of an asshole as I was." It wasn't a competition, if it was then Kane would probably win given their history. Adrian didn't care about any of that anymore, it all felt even now, it all felt right.
“I mean ... you’re hot as fuck, but yeah, not the nicest guy.” Kane gave a soft huff and returned the pressure with his body, hitching his leg up a bit higher. “I’m damn grateful for it though. I’d rather be pissed at you alive than be giant worm food, so ... thank you.” The last words came out soft and sincere, and Kane nudged their faces together again, feeling like he couldn’t get close enough to Adrian at the moment. He wished he could make Adrian’s clothes disappear so he could feel his skin, but he didn’t have the willpower to move that much quite yet. He did feel like he belonged to this man no matter which half of him was in the driver seat, and he was glad that Adrian knew it either way.
Adrian tittered at the hot as fuck comment, feeling just a touch coy. "You're hot as fuck," he murmured and he didn't care if Kane had morning breath or hadn't showered the night before, he smelled good and alive and worth kissing - so he kissed him, bringing one hand up to scratch gently at the back of his neck. "I wanna just lounge here all day but I've got a bachelor party to deal with. Can I come here after? Stinking of strippers and booze?" He wouldn't really be 'partaking' of either but it was a bachelor party, he was absolutely expecting everyone to get a little sloppy. He would too, if he could fucking drink!
He didn’t really feel hot as fuck, still kind of congested from emotion and definitely not clean. But that kiss made him feel warm in the belly and like he wanted to get even closer. It wasn’t even arousal, just a strong sense of intimacy that he wanted to bask in. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” Kane murmured. Adrian had told him about the bachelor party, and it sounded like an incredibly straight affair, so he wasn’t worried about Adrian doing anything naughty. It just gave him a vague yearning to go too, to be that much in Adrian’s life. “How long can you stay?” It wasn’t even noon yet, and stuff like that didn’t usually start until evening, so Kane hoped he had a while before he had to go get ready.
"Two, three hours," Adrian replied and he'd be cutting it a bit close with three but it was worth it. It wasn't like he needed to do much except show up, he and Gavin had already organized the start of the whole affair and it'd be cops picking Aaron up, not them. "I wanna go, don't get me wrong but shit. I don't know half of the guys who'll be there and the ones I do kinda know are..." He pulled a face rather than find a word for it, not sure how to describe the grumpier Lucases. "Aaron's great though, I'll put up with all this shit for him." He let out a wry laugh. "Fuck. My little sister is getting married. I feel old."
Kane scoffed and grinned. “Don’t talk to me about old, child,” he muttered. “That’s sweet though. Glad you’re not getting an asshole of a brother in law. Especially since you’ve all been living together. I only met mine a couple times, never liked him.” He was sure the divorce was hard on Bailey, divorces were always hard, but he was kind of glad that she’d ditched her husband. “You actually gonna drink? Am I gonna get a ping to come pick your drunk ass up? Better give me a good tip and five stars.” Kane grinned lazily. He was pretty sure Adrian would have fun even if he stayed sober, sometimes it was entertaining to watch other people be drunk idiots, and the rates of idiocy were high at bachelor parties.
Adrian shook his head. "I'm gonna suffer through it sober and then come drink half a beer with you," he said. "You know how to handle me when I'm drunk and you can do whatever you want with me." He grinned knowingly, but there was still affection in his eyes as he looked at Kane despite the crude humor and change of topic. It was hard to shake the memory of him the night before, red-eyed and paralyzed, the smell of fear clinging to him like perfume. "I didn't know your sister got married." he said, subtly changing the subject, more to distract himself than anything. "Divorced now, I'm guessing."
That sounded like the perfect plan to Kane. He didn’t think there was much to ‘handle’ about Adrian being drunk, at least in his experience so far. If he just got horny and kissy like he had the time Kane gave him a ride, all the better. Kane grinned faintly back, then nodded a bit to confirm Adrian’s assumption. “Yeah, for a while now. She seems fine with it, she’s better off.” He knew he hadn’t known Bailey’s husband very well at all, but he hadn’t liked the guy from the start. It hadn’t been a shock when he’d heard they were splitting up, even though his mom had been pretty disappointed about it. Bailey had been her hope for a grandchild, she’d long since given up on Kane. And now she would never get one. “Me and her both fuckin’ suck at relationships, it’s fuckin’ genetic,” he murmured, aiming to make it sound lighter than it probably was.
Adrian hoped Aaron and Mila would never divorce but mostly for entirely selfish reasons like the fact he adored Aaron and had a brother in him he'd never had before. He cocked a brow at Kane's statement and licked his lips as he considered his answer. "I hate to break it to you," he murmured. "But this is... sort of a relationship." He couldn't say if it was any kind of a normal relationship but it was, by its nature, some kind of a relationship. "And you're doing just fine," he added warmly. Sure they weren't going to get married or whatever people thought was the right path forward, but they loved each other and as much as Adrian was sure it was going to end horribly, it was great for right now. "It's easy to suck at relationships if you don't meet people who are right for you."
Adrian’s reassurance that he was doing okay staved off the urge to repeat that he sucked at it. He of course knew they were in a relationship, and so far it didn’t feel hard ... but maybe relationships came easy when there were no real expectations, no family obligations. They couldn’t even go out in public together. Adrian wasn’t giving him much room to fuck up. Or maybe he’d fucked up as bad as he possibly could already, and that shifted the perspective. Kane didn’t know. He was glad it was working, whatever the mixture of fuckedupness between them was. “You think we’re right for each other?” he asked, his tone still light. Kane liked that spin on it better, that he hadn’t made all of this crash and burn yet because they fit together so well.
"Don't you?" Adrian asked back, his tone playfully accusing. "Am I not your one true love? I'm pretty sure you've said you'd die for me." It was probably not something to joke about but if they didn't, things would get way too heavy. "Just promise me that if you think I'm dead, stick around for a bit and don't kill yourself right away. I don't need this to turn into a Shakespearean drama." He was pretty sure they'd reached that goal and surpassed it by now, but Romeo and Juliet was dramatic in the most annoying way - the kind that could have been avoided. It also fit them considering Adrian had come back to life once before.
“I would, that don’t make it good,” Kane drawled with a little smirk. He’d read Romeo and Juliet too, he knew acting on all those crazy-passionate feelings didn’t always lead to a happy ending. “But I promise, I’ll make sure you’re not coming back before I throw myself off a cliff or whatever.” Kane gave him another soft little headbutt, pressing in closer just to feel the warm resistance of Adrian’s body. He did think they were an incredibly good match and having Adrian in his life was good for him ... he just wasn’t sure that was mutual. Kane knew Adrian could do better in a boyfriend. But their jagged edges did seem to line up together well, and as long as Adrian wanted to put up with him, Kane was going to hold on. “You’re good for me, I know that for sure,” he murmured.
There were so many ways to reply to that and some of them were just too sulky; like bringing up last night and how he hadn't been good for him then. Adrian didn't want to kill the mood or make it all stupid somehow so he opted against that particular reply. "Oh yeah?" he murmured instead. "You feeling all healthy and spry after you met me?" He knew this whole affair was still his dirty little secret and he might not be able to say Kane was good for him in some conventional ways, but he was in others, he made him feel damn good, made him feel alive and gave him something to look forward to at the end of the day. "I know you think you suck at this or whatever, but you make me happy," he added a little more seriously. "That's all we can do, isn't it?"
A flirty line about his balls feeling empty and getting his cardio in crossed through Kane’s mind, but it dissipated at the more sincere words. He nodded a little, his hand slipping up to trace his fingertips along Adrian’s jawline. “That’s all we can do,” he echoed softly. “That’s all that matters.” There was no time for anything else -- nobody was guaranteed a tomorrow, the two of them knew that better than most. Sometimes the self doubt was louder than that reality, but Adrian was good at subtly reminding him. “And bein’ around you is the happiest I’ve ever been,” he added sincerely. Kane didn’t even have to exaggerate about that, it just was what it was. He nuzzled Adrian’s cheek.
That overwhelming realization that he'd almost lost him the night before washed over Adrian like cold water and he tightened his hold on Kane again, taking in a deep breath to calm himself. "I love you," he whispered. "So fucking much." Against all odds, Kane had become one of his tethers to his humanity, making him want to fight to stay human, to belong with people. He hadn't even been looking for love but it had slammed right into him and now he didn't ever want to lose hold of it. "And you're alive," he said softly rather than hammer home again how he'd almost lost him and how he'd have sold his soul to get him back and all those other dark things that rushed through his head at the memory.
In spite of what the thought of quitting hunting did to Kane’s pride and sense of self, part of him wanted to swear to Adrian that he would never put himself at risk again, just so they wouldn’t lose each other that way. Now that Adrian had all of his emotions back, he seemed genuinely shaken by what had happened, and it felt so weirdly good that he felt bad. Like all of these ‘I love you’s really meant something. Kane knew it wasn’t fair to make those kinds of promises in the heat of the moment. Changing his entire life was something he had to think about. But gods, there was such a strong pull in his chest just to make Adrian happy any way he could. “I love you too,” he breathed as he moved his mouth to cover Adrian’s again in a kiss. He wanted to show him how much he meant it, and sometimes bodies understood each other deeper than words could reach.
Adrian could hear it in his words, just how much he meant it, but the kiss just sealed it for him and he kissed him back almost desperately. "Wait," he whispered after a moment, shifting away from Kane just by an inch or two, enough to fish his phone out of his pocket. He still held onto him as he set the alarm, then put the phone out of the way and gave him a sheepish grin. "When that goes off, I have to go," he said apologetically, cupping Kane's face as he kissed him again. "So let's make use of the time we got." They still had a couple of hours, but Adrian knew those hours would fly by like minutes, it never felt like enough, not the hours in a day, not the future nobody was promising them. It was nothing new to have a ticking clock over his head, but at least this one was a temporary thing and he could come back in the evening.
That was why he couldn’t wait for Adrian to move in right down the hall -- he could just shower at Kane’s, get ready there, and no one would ever be the wiser. And if he kind of hoped that someday they would be getting ready for something together, well ... he couldn’t expect it, but he could still fantasize. Kane nuzzled another kiss to Adrian’s lips, then gave a hum as he rolled away toward the edge of the bed. “That’s enough time for a shower, come on,” he murmured, tugging on the front of Adrian’s shirt before he got up. “I didn’t get a shower and don’t smell like you did either.” He wanted to brush his teeth too, he was sure he tasted like hot garbage.
"You don't feel like rolling around in filth with me for a while and then showering?" Adrian tittered, but he got up as well, patting Kane's ass. He was going to be home alone for a little bit if everything went as planned, Aaron was going to get 'arrested' and he wouldn't notice if Adrian showered at home or somewhere else. Mila and her eagle eyes were in Portland and that gave him way more freedom. Kane was right though, he had brushed his teeth but he hadn't showered the night before (he hadn't been covered in blood when he came home so he hadn't seen the point) and he really hadn't wanted to waste any time that morning before rushing to see if Kane was okay.
Kane loved to shower together anyway, so it worked out. He was always happy to get Adrian naked and wet, and on limited time it was a good place to fool around, with such convenient cleanup. “Nah, I wanna get my mouth on you,” he said as he glanced over his shoulder at Adrian, a little smirk curling his lips. Kane stopped at the sink first to grab his toothbrush and take care of that mouth first. He gestured for Adrian to go ahead and get the shower started -- they’d spent enough time in Kane’s bathroom by now for him to feel somewhat at home, at least. Once Kane was done brushing and rinsing, he stepped in close to Adrian again to start peeling his clothes off. Kane just had boxer briefs on, so they were very uneven. “So what’d you do when you left here?” he murmured.
"You sure you wanna know?" Adrian asked but he didn't need to ask for a verbal answer, their expressions saying enough. "Aight," he murmured as he helped get rid of his clothes. "I went back to investigate, to see if everything was really okay or if I needed to burn the whole clearing down." It felt so weird to talk about it now, none of these were things he would ever dare to do under normal circumstances. "That thing that attacked you was huge, like you have no idea. We only saw the part of it that was above ground." He paused, wincing with empathy. "You still wanna hear this? I talked some more with the old lady... I actually was pretty well behaved, all things considered."
That was not as fun as some sort of bare-handed big game hunting, but it was the truth and Kane had asked. “I do wanna hear it, just ... maybe later,” he said, giving Adrian a wry little smile. “When we’re not on a timer.” He nudged Adrian to turn around and lightly smacked his ass to urge him into the shower. Kane shed his boxer briefs before he moved to follow him, ready to be warm and wet and close and not dwelling on what had happened the night before. He found it interesting that wendigo-Adrian had gone back to investigate instead of putting it all behind him and doing his own thing ... but that was something to pick apart later on.
Adrian couldn't blame him, he wasn't eager to talk about it all right now when they could be getting clean and close instead. He stepped into the shower and turned to pull Kane close when he joined him, smiling warmly up at him. He wanted to tell him he was grateful all seemed to be forgiven and he wanted to apologize again for being such a shithead the night before but he didn't want to dwell on the bad things either. "Did you sleep okay?" he murmured instead. "Even if I wasn't here to hold you?" It came out teasing, but he partially meant it because he wished he had stayed with him, held him and made sure he was safe.
Kane went where he was pulled, crowding Adrian enough that they were both somewhat under the spray of water, their bodies touching. He reached up to run his wet fingers through Adrian’s hair, taking a second before he answered because it was another truth that wasn’t very fun. He’d slept rough and had a lot of nightmares. Kane was no stranger to those kinds of nights though. “I always sleep better with you here,” Kane murmured. He didn’t want any sympathy for that or apologies -- Adrian had saved his life, even if he’d been a dick about it. It had turned out okay, he wanted to focus on that part now, the being alive part. And no one made him feel more alive than Adrian. “Think you can stay tonight?” he asked softly.
"Yeah and nothing you can do to stop me," Adrian murmured happily. "Then just one more night at my sister's and I'm all yours, every and any night at all." He smoothed his hands over Kane's body, cautious not to go near his fresher bruises and wounds but there weren't a whole lot of areas where he couldn't find any scars. He both hated and loved the fact and it made for some strange and mixed emotions. "You're gonna get so sick of me and I'm not gonna care," he teased as he leaned in to kiss Kane. "I'll keep coming back," he murmured against his lips. "Over and over and over-" another kiss and a little grin. "'Till you change your name and start wearing a mask."
His stomach gave a happy little flutter at that reminder, even if it was tangled up with insecurity. What if the two of them being closer together and having that next level of freedom led to Adrian finding things about him that he didn’t like? Kane knew that any annoying habits he had didn’t compare to murdering Adrian, and he’d already forgiven that, so he was probably being stupid, but the exposure was a little intimidating. Still, the thought of spending time like this together more easily was exciting, and they were almost there. “You keep threatenin’ me with a good time,” Kane murmured back, smiling against Adrian’s mouth. He smoothed his hands over the back of Adrian’s neck and shoulders, his thumbs massaging here and there. “You could sniff me out even with that though, right? You said you’d always find me ...” Kane stole another kiss.
It was hard not to relax into the way Kane was touching him and Adrian closed his eyes with a little grin. "I will always find you," he said. He probably should tell Kane that if he wanted to be free of him, all he had to do was ask. That he wouldn't really go crazy and stalk him until the end of time - but he also felt like that wasn't a promise he could make. It should worry him how he didn't have to dig very deep to find that kind of psychopathic tendencies but if anything he felt like Kane had fanned those flames so if anyone deserved crazy-Adrian, it was Kane. "Don't make me though," he added. "I'll be really annoyed." His grin grew a little and he moved one hand between them to idly caress Kane's cock, more so to make a possessive point than to make him feel good for now.
Kane would’ve related to feeling the pull of those stalker tendencies ... he could say a million times that all Adrian had to do was tell him to fuck off forever, but he’d had an extremely difficult time staying away from him before they’d fallen for each other. After all of this, he couldn’t promise either that he wouldn’t lose his mind a little and try to cling to it. Kane would probably have to leave the state if they ever broke up. When they broke up, part of his mind corrected him, but he tried not to dwell there. Adrian was real and solid and his for now, he wanted to enjoy it. “Noted,” he murmured, nuzzling Adrian’s face with his nose. He smelled good to Kane even though he was dirty, and that hand on his junk felt nice. “And you’re nuts if you think I’m going anywhere willingly.” Kane ran his hands along Adrian’s shoulders and down his arms, leaning into him until Adrian’s back hit the wall of the shower. He dipped in to start kissing and nipping at Adrian’s neck. “Already want you with me all the fucking time.”
"Careful what you wish for," Adrian said contently, the tiles cool against his back but it felt nice to press against them anyway and they were quickly getting warmed by his back. They could have been icy for all he cared, the feel of Kane's body against his was so fucking nice and those neck kisses could distract him from pretty much anything. He gave Kane's cock a few light strokes, slinging his free arm around his waist to hold him close. He couldn't quite feel the remnants of his love when he was all pumped up and uncaring, but he could feel the traces of that scary possessive feeling he felt instead, even now, like a dark undercurrent, invisible and deadly but very present. The more time they spent together, the more terrifying the thought of losing Kane was, like it'd be another big test of what remained of his humanity. "I'd be with you all the fucking time if I could."
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Adrian he could, if he would come out. It wouldn’t fix the need to work, of course, or have some kind of life outside of each other, but it would free them up to spend a lot more time together. He didn’t want to harass Adrian about it -- it was just the most logical answer. Adrian’s closet did take the pressure off of him to be accepted by a family though, something he wasn’t sure he was capable of. Kane had mixed feelings about it all, just like everything else surrounding this man. In the moment he only cared that Adrian wanted him as much as he did, even if that wasn’t enough to disappoint his family. He would take what he could get. His cock was swelling quickly in Adrian’s hand, his blood starting to warm up along with his skin in the shower spray. Kane hummed deep in his throat and kissed his way up toward Adrian’s ear. “I want a key as soon as you get one,” he murmured before he gave the lobe a nip. He reached down to grope Adrian back, reaching for the soap with his other hand. “Not gonna let you rest.”
Adrian made a pleased little sound that was halfway a growl. "So demanding," he said but then Kane's hand was on his cock and he could demand whatever he wanted. They'd had the key discussion already, Adrian didn't know just how good they'd be at following the rules but he liked to think his family wouldn't be hanging out so much it'd pose an actual risk of Kane barging in on them. He was in no mood to talk about boundaries or rules right now, everything felt good and warm and he wanted to touch Kane all over and get him to make some noise. "I will need some rest though," he reminded him with a faint grin. "But so do you, we can sleep together all the time." It was such a nice idea, he might be horny now but he also loved just lying around with Kane, feeling his warmth, listening to his breathing. It made sleeping easier, he felt safer with him around.
The feeling was mutual -- Kane had meant it when he’d said he slept better with Adrian there. If Adrian’s family were the types to drop by unannounced all the time, maybe it was a little unrealistic to think they could see each other that much and still stay a secret, but hopefully they weren’t and Adrian just fretted too much about it. Time would tell. “Mmm, so I get to fuck you before you go to work,” Kane mused, grinning lazily back. He lathered up his hands and went back to rubbing at Adrian’s cock and balls. He knew their time was limited, but that didn’t mean they had to rush, and he did want to get Adrian clean before he got on his knees for him. “And when you come home ... how long’s your lunch break?” His smile widened.
"Not long enough to come home," Adrian said and his smile turned into a grimace for a moment. "But yeah, you get me before and after work." He snuck a little kiss on Kane's lips. "And you only get to fuck me when I'm not fucking you." His roaming hand reached Kane's ass and gave it a little slap and then a squeeze, his eyes full of mischief as he met Kane's gaze. "I just wanna be tangled up in you twenty four seven. Is that too greedy?" He might not want to give up being a nurse but if he and Kane started hunting more together, maybe he'd take fewer shifts. It was probably a total fantasy but there was no law against having those. He let go of Kane and grabbed the soap to return the favor, wanting Kane clean as well. He wasn't squeamish, but he still cared a little more about the dirt than he did when he wasn't fully human.
It wasn’t as much of a fantasy for Kane to think about completely taking care of Adrian financially, giving him room to quit his job if he wanted, free up as much time as he could stand. Kane wouldn’t even demand that they live together -- he could afford to rent out Adrian’s apartment for him for the next five years if that was what he wanted. But he knew that would be seen as a crazy offer to make at this point, and Adrian probably didn’t want to be that dependent on him. Though they could certainly earn the money together, if the wendigo wanted to hunt with him. All of that was stuff to figure out another time though, for now he respected Adrian’s autonomy and career choice. Kane admired that he had that core compassion in him -- gods knew Kane didn’t have the patience to deal with the public, he only helped behind the scenes. “No such thing,” he answered Adrian’s greed question and gave a playful little growl. He reached a soapy hand around to wash between Adrian’s cheeks, warmth in his eyes. “You’re prob’ly the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that, right?” he murmured.
Adrian could feel his body melting into every touch, both intimate and casual, all but his cock which was slowly growing harder, awake now at the promise of pleasure. "Your life's been so cursed," he said with a shake of his head and a little smile, because damn if he was the best thing to happen then... Well. He had saved Kane's life, but there'd been a lot of shitty things too and somehow they both managed to look past those. "You're the most intense and amazing thing to happen to me," he replied then, all wry humor aside. "Best? I don't know." He tittered, the teasing coming easy when he felt this relaxed and dreamy. "You're hardheaded and dangerous and a bit of a dick, but I fucking love you." There was so much more to Kane than that rough exterior he liked to hide behind and Adrian was loving the fact he was seeing more and more of him as they got closer. Knowing he got a piece of Kane nobody else got probably wasn't good for his ego but it was good for everything else.
Kane made the statement fully aware of how complicated things were between them. Even with all the bad stuff like the way the night before had gone, even with the guilt that still ate holes in his stomach sometimes, even though he was a dirty little secret ... Adrian was still the brightest part of his life and gave him the most happiness. That might not have been saying much to the average person, but Kane had definitely led a cursed life, and he hadn’t had a lot of love to cling to. Now it felt like he was drowning in it and he couldn’t get enough. “Intense and amazing ... yeah,” he echoed his agreement with a soft snort. “That about sums it up.” Kane couldn’t really argue with that description of himself, he was just glad that Adrian felt the last part. “I fucking love you too.” He kissed Adrian again as he fondled him with the soap, his own cock rigid and hungry now in Adrian’s slick grip. Soap could burn, so he didn’t push any fingers inside of his lover, but rubbed and teased at that sensitive spot instead.
It was a very intimate touch and even without any penetration it felt damn good, making Adrian's breath feel a little thicker in his chest. He fought against it for now and didn't let himself sink completely into that mindless oblivion of arousal even as he struggled a bit to keep a clear head. Kane's kissing wasn't helping and he broke the kiss with a helpless laugh. "We're getting clean," he murmured breathlessly. "And then we're getting dirty and then we're getting clean again." He cocked a brow at Kane, lips pressed together as he tried to smother his grin and pointedly rubbed the soap up his chest and underneath his arms. "You're stupidly distracting." Not like he minded, not like he didn't want to stay right here all damn day, even if the water ran cold.
“What, you don’t wanna get dirty in here?” Kane murmured with a little smirk. Fucking in the shower did make things nice and convenient, but it definitely wasn’t as comfortable, and Kane didn’t have endless hot water. Unfortunately. He was just greedy for Adrian and aware of their time limit. He reminded himself that Adrian was coming back after the bachelor party, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t see him for days or anything. So Kane backed off with his hands a little, smoothing soap suds over Adrian’s hips and upper thighs instead. It felt nice to be washed, to have those long-fingered hands on him, even when they weren’t groping with erotic intent. So Kane tried to return that good feeling to his lover, the two of them trading the soap back and forth as they washed each other, until they were clean -- on the outside, at least.
Adrian was happy to get dirty with Kane anywhere at all but getting clean before getting dirty had a certain appeal and he enjoyed those minutes of washing and kissing, touching more than he strictly needed to in order to clean Kane. He was careful with his new wound, tracing his fingers along the slight swelling with a strange churn of emotion. It was a reminder of what he might have lost and how, something he really didn't want to think all the way through because it was too fucking awful. "Let me love on you a little," he murmured as he turned off the water once they'd rinsed off. He slipped his hand in Kane's and tugged on him, gave him one more kiss and then turned to step outside the shower. The water dripping down his body kind of tickled him so he grabbed a couple of towels with more urgency than was strictly needed and tossed one at Kane before briskly drying himself off.
It felt so much different than scrubbing himself -- Adrian’s hands were much more gentle and passed over the same skin more than once, and there was just something extra warm and loving about the way he touched him. Kane had never really hated his body beyond some facial features he wished he could change, but he’d never really loved it either. Not like that. He was already feeling pretty loved on as he stepped out of the shower and caught the towel, but Kane wasn’t going to argue if Adrian wanted to dote on him some more. “Don’t gotta twist my arm about it,” he murmured with a faint smirk. He dried off too and hung the towel up, then moved in closer to Adrian again, smoothing one hand down the small of his back just to touch him some more. It felt impossible to keep his hands off of him when he was in reach, especially naked.
"I would twist your arm about it if you wanted me to," Adrian said and they both knew that was only half-joking since Kane was sometimes into that. He let his towel drop and rested his arms on Kane's shoulders then wound his fingers in his hair and gave it a firm pull. "Let me love you," he said gruffly to fit the pretend violence, then leaned in to kiss Kane again, pressing their bodies close together as he did so. There really was nowhere else he'd rather be than right here, feeling Kane's body all warm and hard against his own and kissing him was the best damn thing in the world. He indulged in that for a little longer than he probably should, feeling at the moment like they did have all the time in the world but then he finally pulled back and gave Kane a dazed little grin. "I'll love you whether you let me or not."
That little growl in Adrian’s tone mixed with the grip in Kane’s hair sent a flare of arousal through him, and Kane melted into the kiss while it lasted. He locked his arms around Adrian’s body, unmindful of the little flare of pain from putting pressure against his fresh wound. If anything the stinging reminder turned him on more, in a weird way. Adrian tended to bring that kind of weirdness out in him. He hummed softly when Adrian broke the kiss, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as he cracked his eyes open to drink in that smile. “I ain’t stupid enough to think I can stop you from doin’ whatever you want,” he pointed out with a faint smirk. “Guess I just gotta shut up and take it.”
"Yeah you do," Adrian agreed and god damn he liked it when Kane did that with his lip, it brought out a hunger in him for more of him, like he wanted to consume him in every way possible - sight, sound, smell and taste - all at once. "So shut up and come with me," he added, even if he really didn't need Kane to shut up, he loved the sound of his voice and he was eager to get him to make some noise. He pulled back and snagged Kane's hand again, backing up towards the door and pulling him along with him. "Shut up, be pretty and take it." He hadn't even decided what all Kane was supposed to take, he wanted him in every way and they had tonight to have fun together too. He wasn't even sure how well Kane was really feeling so he was definitely not going to make him strain himself, but Adrian felt full of energy and was more than willing to do all the work.
Kane huffed out a laugh as he allowed himself to be led out of the bathroom. “Dunno about the pretty part,” he drawled, but there was no real argument in his tone. If Adrian found him pretty, then he should just be grateful for it. “But I’ll try.” As soon as they reached the bed, Kane hooked an arm around his waist to pull him in close again. Whatever roles they were playing this time, he loved to feel the push and pull of Adrian’s strength against his. It felt like its own kind of primal intimacy. Kane’s mouth was possessive when he kissed him again, his free hand stroking from Adrian’s chest down to his hip and back. He was caring less and less what they actually did, as long as they stayed close like this.
Adrian loved that push and pull, how he could feel almost submissive one second and dominant the next, how Kane brought out so many contradicting feelings in him and they all felt just as sweet. He let Kane kiss him, going passive for a minute as he leaned into the firm hold, but then he reached between them to wrap his hand around Kane's cock again, giving it a squeeze. "You took the 'take it' part too literally," he teased, smiling against Kane's lips. "I forgot to tell you to lie down and take it." The mood for banter wasn't fully faded but it was getting there and he nipped at Kane's bottom lip as he nudged at him to get closer to the bed.
His cock had been slowly swelling again with all of the kissing, and Adrian’s hand only sped up the process, heat pooling in Kane’s groin. “My mistake.” He grinned a little and nipped Adrian back before he sat on the edge of the bed. Kane leaned back on one hand, the other wrapping loosely around his cock to tease himself a little as he gazed up at his good looking man. He’d never had a dynamic like this with anyone else in his life -- all of it felt so fluid and natural, even when it was intense. Maybe especially when it was intense. They’d both been through horrific things and had dark sides to them, maybe it made sense that their highs could be so incredible too. Kane just knew he was fucking addicted to it, to Adrian, and it felt goddamn good to give him control sometimes.
"You're so bad at following orders," Adrian said with a little 'tsk' sound as he moved to straddle Kane, putting his weight on the bed rather than Kane's body as he nudged him to move backwards. "Lie down, idiot," he chided him gently. "And move back." He tittered as Kane did as he was told, shuffling forward as well to keep up with him, then lowered himself to sit on his thighs, leaning down to kiss him again. "That's better. Now I can love on you properly." He peppered little kisses around Kane's lips, along his jaw and then back to his mouth, his hand finding Kane's cock again to lightly caress it. "You wanna be loved on, right?"
Kane grinned as they moved and shifted, grumbling an insincere little apology. He relaxed back against the bed, his hands resting on Adrian’s thighs. His stomach fluttered from all the soft kisses, and Kane hummed faintly when Adrian touched him again. “Yeah, I could use some lovin’,” he murmured. It came out a bit more sincerely than he’d meant to sound, but it was true. He did want Adrian to love on him, in every possible sense. He rubbed his thumbs against Adrian’s skin and let his eyes close. “You know it makes me horny when you’re mean to me,” he added, a grin crossing his lips.
"Everything makes you horny," Adrian told him gleefully, though it was nice to think it was just everything he did that made Kane horny. "You're easy to take advantage of." Was that mean? He wasn't even sure, but Kane knew he wasn't using him, they were long past that kind of insecurity and that made it easy to joke about. "It's fun to be mean to you too," he added with more sincerity as he slowly kissed his way down his neck and to his chest. "I just want to hug you and squeeze you and hit you, all at once, you know? Like... love aggression." It would have scared him with someone else, he'd definitely felt a similar urge when he was younger for pranks and such, but the violent urges were new and Kane gave him some outlet for them even if he could never go as far as he really wanted to, for his own sake as much as Kane's.