It Came From the Lake Part 2/2
It Came From the Lake Part 2/2
title: It Came From the Lake - Part 2/2
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: Adam draws the attention of a supernatural being
Warning/Note: supernatural sex within a dream, attempted drowning
Only posted in two parts to create suspense.
PART 2
Adam sat on the porch, watching the sun rise slowly above the trees, wondering what in Hades had happened last night. That was the strangest, most bizarre, most erotic dream he had ever had and it terrified him. It terrified him because as hard as he tried to convince himself it was all in his muddled head, the aching in his body told him otherwise. After Kris had left the room, Adam had grabbed his flashlight and hackles risen, perched in the corner of his room, flashing the beacon into every corner at every noise. No one was with him in that room but someone was watching him. He had fought the urge to run into Kris’ room and crawl up beside him, holding on to something he understood. He eventually ended up on the porch hours before sunrise.
Kris joined Adam on the steps, cups of coffee in hand. Adam silently took the offering and Kris sat beside him. They kept their eyes straight ahead. At the time, Kris had laughed about being woken up by his friend’s groans and cries. He had made the crack about Drake and laughed more when Adam nearly fell on his face, startled as he was. Adam’s eyes had shone, full of sex and confusion. Now that Kris thought about, something was off. When he had reached Adam’s room, before saying anything, his light had illuminated Adam sprawled across the bed, face pushed into his pillow, his body writhing like he was trying to move but couldn’t.
Kris glimpsed at Adam. His hair was all over the place, dark circles underlined his eyes and Kris saw the tremors as Adam lifted the coffee to his mouth. This place was freaking Adam out - Kris had thought it was just the ‘not my scene’ thing but, there was something else to it.
“Beautiful morning.” Kris forced himself to sound casual.
“Yeah, if you’re into mornings,” Adam grumbled.
“Interesting night.”
Adam didn’t respond.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.”
“Do you want breakfast?”
“No.”
Now the fifty thousand dollar question. “Do you want to go home?”
Actions spoke louder than words. Before Kris finished uttering ‘home’, Adam had disappeared into the cabin and was stuffing his backpack. So much for a relaxing getaway.
Within half an hour, the car was packed. Kris had the engine going and was taking a last look around, making sure they hadn’t forgot anything. Adam was half in the back seat, rummaging through crap for the directions out of the Twilight Zone. Finding it, he straightened up just when a gust of wind came out of nowhere and blew the paper out of his hand.
By this time, Kris had returned to the car. He watched Adam run after it. Reaching the water’s edge, Adam picked it up and stood there, gazing out at the water. Kris watched him, wondering why he was stalling.
“Let’s go,” Kris called out.
Adam didn’t move, didn’t turn, didn’t speak - just stared forward. The paper fell out of his limp grip and skimmed across the lake before saturating with water and falling apart.
“Are you okay? Adam?”
No answer. Kris tried to step forward but his feet were rooted, anchoring him by the car. No matter how hard he tried, his feet wouldn’t budge. Panic set in.
“Adam, help me, I can’t move!”
Rings of water formed in the middle of the lake, as if someone had tossed a boulder into it. The ripples slowly covered the lake’s surface, reaching, little waves crashing on the shore, coming faster, faster, traveling up the stony ground and pooling around Adam’s sneakers.
Adam’s feet were pulled out from under him and he crumpled to the ground, landing on his back, hitting his head against the sharp stones. The undulating water retreated briefly then came back. Kris could only stare in horror as the water started enveloping Adam’s lower legs and stayed there.
“Adam! Adam!” Kris grabbed his own legs, desperately trying to pull them out of the vice that held him, helpless as Adam was now submerged up to his hips.
Gathering all his inner strength, Kris screamed Adam’s name as loud as he could.
Adam’s hand came up to his face, his head shaking away the trance. He sat up, trying to stand, only to be sucked towards Siren Lake. Adam somehow flipped onto his stomach and he clawed into the stony ground, holding on. He looked up, face white, frozen in fear.
“Kris! Help me!”
Kris didn’t care if had to break his own legs, he wasn’t going to let whatever it was take Adam. Letting out a guttural yell, Kris yanked free and ran to the lake. He grabbed Adam’s hands. The force on Adam’s body increased, tugging Kris forward as well. Adam screamed in agony, caught in a supernatural tug of war.
Kris dug his heels in. Each time he moved Adam forward, they were yanked back in twice as far. Adam was now submerged up to his chest.
Closing his eyes, Kris begged God for the strength to save his best friend. He felt his spirit fill with renewed strength. Kris dug in his heals again. Adam was in up to his shoulders, his face defeated in the knowledge he was about to die.
“YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM!” Kris yelled to the invisible assailant . “HE’S…..MINE!”
Muscles straining, Kris moved Adam up the shoreline. Adam kicked his legs, getting a hold in the ground. The seasons came and went before Adam was lying on the grass, out of the watery grave. They both lay spent, panting.
“We, we have to get the fuck out of here. Can you get up?”
Adam tried to rise. “Don’t think so, can’t feel my legs.”
Kris took his eyes off Adam for half a second, struggling up so he could give Adam a hand.
“NNNNNOOOOO!!!!!”
Kris whipped around. A transparent rope of water encircled Adam’s legs and torso, dragging him at impossible speed across the ground into the now bubbling lake, engulfing him.
“AAAAADDDDDAAAAAMMMMM!!!!!”
Spurred by pure instinct, Kris sprinted down the embankment and dove headfirst into the demon cauldron. The water was frigid and silty. Kris couldn’t see his hand in front of his face. His arms lashed about, hoping to connect with Adam. Nothing.
He bobbed to the surface, gasping for air, searching frantically.
“AAAAADDDDDAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU?”
Kris treaded water, spinning in circles. ““AAAAADDDDDAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! ANSWER ME DAMN IT!”
A hand, covered in slime, breached the surface long enough for Kris to notice, before slowly disappearing. Kris swam towards it and dove under again. He still could see nothing but he sensed Adam was nearby. Kris forced his way down as far as the oxygen in his lungs would let him and just when he thought his chest would explode, his searching hand hit something, something that clung to him. Kris dragged Adam up into the air.
Throwing an arm around his friend’s shoulders, Kris held on tight as he swam them back to shore, Adam coughed up water, kicking his feet. A cosmic dose of adrenaline helped Kris carry Adam to the car and throw him in the back seat. Thank God he had left the motor running. They screeched out of the clearing and vanished into the woods, the resident of Siren Lake denied its prize.
-*-
The car careened down the dirt road onto the highway and zoomed at top speed until the nightmare was miles behind them. Kris pulled over on the shoulder and jumped out, opening the back door. Adam fell onto the asphalt, doubling over and hurling. Kris softly rubbed Adam’s back and when the heaving stopped, pulled Adam’s quivering body into his arms and the back seat, closing and locking the door. Adam clung on weakly but nothing in this world, or any other, could have pried them apart.
Silence. What would they say? The last 12 hours were unexplainable, unimaginable. Nothing seemed real except the touch of each other, the heat of pressed bodies through sopping wet clothing, slime and silt. They wept at the realization they had nearly lost each other forever and it stirred in them feelings that had been hovering below their consciousness for months, waiting for a trigger.
Kris initiated it. Reluctantly, he let go and cupped Adam’s head in his hands, locking their eyes together. Kris saw tears, agony and shock; he also saw understanding, relief and want. Lips came together slowly then ravaged each other, desperate and animalistic, hands everywhere, no room for thinking - or air - allowed.
Gradually, the franticness gave way to tenderness. Their lips released so they could gaze at each other. Adam’s heart was full to bursting. Kris was stroking his swollen lips with his fingertips, eyes heavy with hunger. He had been harboring his desire for Kris since the first night they shared a room at the mansion, believing flirting would be as far as it would ever get. Adam wasn’t delusional - anything between them would be a one time thing but enough to last a lifetime. But was this right?
Kris knew Adam was more than a friend but until he watched him be ripped out of his life so horrifically, Kris didn’t realize how much a part of him Adam had become. Should they? He was happy with his life, with Katy - he knew Adam was happy with Drake - but he needed, wanted, the two of them to be happy together, if only once. It didn’t need to change anything but it would. He was sure Adam wanted this. If it was going to happen, it was Kris’ call.
Kris gently took Adam’s hand and set it on the waist of his jeans, holding it against the top button. Adam gazed down then searched Kris’ eyes, silently asking him if he was sure. Kris warmed Adam with his sweet, crocked smile and undid the button himself. Adam took it from there.
-*-
Covered scantily with a blanket, Kris and Adam rested, exhausted by their ordeal and their lovemaking. Bodies intertwined, they held onto each other, to this solitary moment as long as they could. This would be theirs, and only theirs. There was no need to tell anyone about any of this - who would believe them anyway. They were sure they’d have nightmares about the demon lover and near death experience but they would explain it away. They had each other if they needed someone to understand.
Kris nibbled on Adam’s earlobe. “How are you feeling?”
“My bones are still jelly… but you have something to do with that too.”
Adam smiled sadly at Kris, running the back of his fingers down Kris’ cheek. He leaned in and kissed him lightly.
“We shouldn’t have done this.”
Kris kissed him back, deeper. “We needed this Adam, we needed each other. I don’t regret it.”
“Neither do I.”
Adam’s eyes took in the angry bruises on Kris’ wrists where Adam had held on for dear life. He also took in the bruises and scraps on his own body.
“Thank you for saving my life.”
Kris covered Adam’s naked body with his own, fitting like a magical puzzle box.
“Loosing you would be loosing part of my heart; I wouldn’t survive that.”
Kris’ hot mouth suckled Adam’s shoulder gently, traveling down his lover’s chest.
“Baby,” Adam whispered.
“Mmmmm?”
“Remind me never to…to take a holiday…with, without you….again.”
title: It Came From the Lake - Part 2/2
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: Adam draws the attention of a supernatural being
Warning/Note: supernatural sex within a dream, attempted drowning
Only posted in two parts to create suspense.
PART 2
Adam sat on the porch, watching the sun rise slowly above the trees, wondering what in Hades had happened last night. That was the strangest, most bizarre, most erotic dream he had ever had and it terrified him. It terrified him because as hard as he tried to convince himself it was all in his muddled head, the aching in his body told him otherwise. After Kris had left the room, Adam had grabbed his flashlight and hackles risen, perched in the corner of his room, flashing the beacon into every corner at every noise. No one was with him in that room but someone was watching him. He had fought the urge to run into Kris’ room and crawl up beside him, holding on to something he understood. He eventually ended up on the porch hours before sunrise.
Kris joined Adam on the steps, cups of coffee in hand. Adam silently took the offering and Kris sat beside him. They kept their eyes straight ahead. At the time, Kris had laughed about being woken up by his friend’s groans and cries. He had made the crack about Drake and laughed more when Adam nearly fell on his face, startled as he was. Adam’s eyes had shone, full of sex and confusion. Now that Kris thought about, something was off. When he had reached Adam’s room, before saying anything, his light had illuminated Adam sprawled across the bed, face pushed into his pillow, his body writhing like he was trying to move but couldn’t.
Kris glimpsed at Adam. His hair was all over the place, dark circles underlined his eyes and Kris saw the tremors as Adam lifted the coffee to his mouth. This place was freaking Adam out - Kris had thought it was just the ‘not my scene’ thing but, there was something else to it.
“Beautiful morning.” Kris forced himself to sound casual.
“Yeah, if you’re into mornings,” Adam grumbled.
“Interesting night.”
Adam didn’t respond.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.”
“Do you want breakfast?”
“No.”
Now the fifty thousand dollar question. “Do you want to go home?”
Actions spoke louder than words. Before Kris finished uttering ‘home’, Adam had disappeared into the cabin and was stuffing his backpack. So much for a relaxing getaway.
Within half an hour, the car was packed. Kris had the engine going and was taking a last look around, making sure they hadn’t forgot anything. Adam was half in the back seat, rummaging through crap for the directions out of the Twilight Zone. Finding it, he straightened up just when a gust of wind came out of nowhere and blew the paper out of his hand.
By this time, Kris had returned to the car. He watched Adam run after it. Reaching the water’s edge, Adam picked it up and stood there, gazing out at the water. Kris watched him, wondering why he was stalling.
“Let’s go,” Kris called out.
Adam didn’t move, didn’t turn, didn’t speak - just stared forward. The paper fell out of his limp grip and skimmed across the lake before saturating with water and falling apart.
“Are you okay? Adam?”
No answer. Kris tried to step forward but his feet were rooted, anchoring him by the car. No matter how hard he tried, his feet wouldn’t budge. Panic set in.
“Adam, help me, I can’t move!”
Rings of water formed in the middle of the lake, as if someone had tossed a boulder into it. The ripples slowly covered the lake’s surface, reaching, little waves crashing on the shore, coming faster, faster, traveling up the stony ground and pooling around Adam’s sneakers.
Adam’s feet were pulled out from under him and he crumpled to the ground, landing on his back, hitting his head against the sharp stones. The undulating water retreated briefly then came back. Kris could only stare in horror as the water started enveloping Adam’s lower legs and stayed there.
“Adam! Adam!” Kris grabbed his own legs, desperately trying to pull them out of the vice that held him, helpless as Adam was now submerged up to his hips.
Gathering all his inner strength, Kris screamed Adam’s name as loud as he could.
Adam’s hand came up to his face, his head shaking away the trance. He sat up, trying to stand, only to be sucked towards Siren Lake. Adam somehow flipped onto his stomach and he clawed into the stony ground, holding on. He looked up, face white, frozen in fear.
“Kris! Help me!”
Kris didn’t care if had to break his own legs, he wasn’t going to let whatever it was take Adam. Letting out a guttural yell, Kris yanked free and ran to the lake. He grabbed Adam’s hands. The force on Adam’s body increased, tugging Kris forward as well. Adam screamed in agony, caught in a supernatural tug of war.
Kris dug his heels in. Each time he moved Adam forward, they were yanked back in twice as far. Adam was now submerged up to his chest.
Closing his eyes, Kris begged God for the strength to save his best friend. He felt his spirit fill with renewed strength. Kris dug in his heals again. Adam was in up to his shoulders, his face defeated in the knowledge he was about to die.
“YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM!” Kris yelled to the invisible assailant . “HE’S…..MINE!”
Muscles straining, Kris moved Adam up the shoreline. Adam kicked his legs, getting a hold in the ground. The seasons came and went before Adam was lying on the grass, out of the watery grave. They both lay spent, panting.
“We, we have to get the fuck out of here. Can you get up?”
Adam tried to rise. “Don’t think so, can’t feel my legs.”
Kris took his eyes off Adam for half a second, struggling up so he could give Adam a hand.
“NNNNNOOOOO!!!!!”
Kris whipped around. A transparent rope of water encircled Adam’s legs and torso, dragging him at impossible speed across the ground into the now bubbling lake, engulfing him.
“AAAAADDDDDAAAAAMMMMM!!!!!”
Spurred by pure instinct, Kris sprinted down the embankment and dove headfirst into the demon cauldron. The water was frigid and silty. Kris couldn’t see his hand in front of his face. His arms lashed about, hoping to connect with Adam. Nothing.
He bobbed to the surface, gasping for air, searching frantically.
“AAAAADDDDDAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU?”
Kris treaded water, spinning in circles. ““AAAAADDDDDAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! ANSWER ME DAMN IT!”
A hand, covered in slime, breached the surface long enough for Kris to notice, before slowly disappearing. Kris swam towards it and dove under again. He still could see nothing but he sensed Adam was nearby. Kris forced his way down as far as the oxygen in his lungs would let him and just when he thought his chest would explode, his searching hand hit something, something that clung to him. Kris dragged Adam up into the air.
Throwing an arm around his friend’s shoulders, Kris held on tight as he swam them back to shore, Adam coughed up water, kicking his feet. A cosmic dose of adrenaline helped Kris carry Adam to the car and throw him in the back seat. Thank God he had left the motor running. They screeched out of the clearing and vanished into the woods, the resident of Siren Lake denied its prize.
-*-
The car careened down the dirt road onto the highway and zoomed at top speed until the nightmare was miles behind them. Kris pulled over on the shoulder and jumped out, opening the back door. Adam fell onto the asphalt, doubling over and hurling. Kris softly rubbed Adam’s back and when the heaving stopped, pulled Adam’s quivering body into his arms and the back seat, closing and locking the door. Adam clung on weakly but nothing in this world, or any other, could have pried them apart.
Silence. What would they say? The last 12 hours were unexplainable, unimaginable. Nothing seemed real except the touch of each other, the heat of pressed bodies through sopping wet clothing, slime and silt. They wept at the realization they had nearly lost each other forever and it stirred in them feelings that had been hovering below their consciousness for months, waiting for a trigger.
Kris initiated it. Reluctantly, he let go and cupped Adam’s head in his hands, locking their eyes together. Kris saw tears, agony and shock; he also saw understanding, relief and want. Lips came together slowly then ravaged each other, desperate and animalistic, hands everywhere, no room for thinking - or air - allowed.
Gradually, the franticness gave way to tenderness. Their lips released so they could gaze at each other. Adam’s heart was full to bursting. Kris was stroking his swollen lips with his fingertips, eyes heavy with hunger. He had been harboring his desire for Kris since the first night they shared a room at the mansion, believing flirting would be as far as it would ever get. Adam wasn’t delusional - anything between them would be a one time thing but enough to last a lifetime. But was this right?
Kris knew Adam was more than a friend but until he watched him be ripped out of his life so horrifically, Kris didn’t realize how much a part of him Adam had become. Should they? He was happy with his life, with Katy - he knew Adam was happy with Drake - but he needed, wanted, the two of them to be happy together, if only once. It didn’t need to change anything but it would. He was sure Adam wanted this. If it was going to happen, it was Kris’ call.
Kris gently took Adam’s hand and set it on the waist of his jeans, holding it against the top button. Adam gazed down then searched Kris’ eyes, silently asking him if he was sure. Kris warmed Adam with his sweet, crocked smile and undid the button himself. Adam took it from there.
-*-
Covered scantily with a blanket, Kris and Adam rested, exhausted by their ordeal and their lovemaking. Bodies intertwined, they held onto each other, to this solitary moment as long as they could. This would be theirs, and only theirs. There was no need to tell anyone about any of this - who would believe them anyway. They were sure they’d have nightmares about the demon lover and near death experience but they would explain it away. They had each other if they needed someone to understand.
Kris nibbled on Adam’s earlobe. “How are you feeling?”
“My bones are still jelly… but you have something to do with that too.”
Adam smiled sadly at Kris, running the back of his fingers down Kris’ cheek. He leaned in and kissed him lightly.
“We shouldn’t have done this.”
Kris kissed him back, deeper. “We needed this Adam, we needed each other. I don’t regret it.”
“Neither do I.”
Adam’s eyes took in the angry bruises on Kris’ wrists where Adam had held on for dear life. He also took in the bruises and scraps on his own body.
“Thank you for saving my life.”
Kris covered Adam’s naked body with his own, fitting like a magical puzzle box.
“Loosing you would be loosing part of my heart; I wouldn’t survive that.”
Kris’ hot mouth suckled Adam’s shoulder gently, traveling down his lover’s chest.
“Baby,” Adam whispered.
“Mmmmm?”
“Remind me never to…to take a holiday…with, without you….again.”