Bloodstream: Taste Of Salt. Pg-13. RPS. AU.
By: Dangerous-story (Dangerous-47)
Fandom: Adam Lambert fandom / RPS
Paring: Lambliff
Rating: PG-13, I guess. Do you think it should be higher?
Warnings: Vampirism, blood, biting, some not so nice things, swearing. But nothing really over the top.
Beta: wbaker5286
Author’s Note: I guess you could read this stand alone, but this is kinda a part of something bigger I’m writing. But I’m not the best at chronological writing, so if you want to read the other two (and I recommend you do that) in the right order would be first this one, then TASTE OF SALT (the one below) and then after both that one and this one there’s Pretty Things.
I hope ya like it. :DDD
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"So, you're new around here?" Adam asked the slim, brunette boy who had accidentally poured his drink all over Adam's pants. They were leather so he wasn't exactly soaked, but still gross.
"Umh, umh. Yeah. Oh, my gods. I'm so sorry, I totally didn't mean to do that," the poor thing told him, and came back with a bundle of flimsy napkins for Adam to try and clean up. Adam thought that was so cute.
And, yeah, Adam could feel Tommy across the room glaring at them. He was not amused, but Adam didn't really give a fuck. Tommy had been treating him like a misbehaving puppy these last few days, and he was not letting him do that anymore.
So they almost got caught once; they got away, and Adam wanted to have some fucking fun. Off course Tommy followed him. Adam was not sharing his food. Maybe it was selfish or childish, but he was really pissed at Tommy, and he didn't want to see him right then.
"It's okay. It's not the first time something like this has happened. Don't worry about it," Adam told the cute boy and winked at him, which made the boy blush just a little bit. Okay, a lot.
The boy then started telling Adam his life story and Adam listened with one ear and kept one eye on Tommy, who was still in a dark corner glaring at them. If it wouldn't seriously fuck up his chances with his food, he'd stick out his tongue at Tommy.
"Umh, so I never got your name," the boy all of a sudden said to Adam, and bit his lower lip so hard he almost made it bleed. Adam could feel the boy’s blood pulsing just underneath his skin.
"Oh, I'm sorry. It's Adam, and what's yours?" Not that he really cared, but he still remembered the way his parents raised him, and he was nothing if not a gentleman.
"It's Hank. Hello, Adam. I like your name. It fits," Hank told him, and gave him a wide, real smile, and man, he looked really fucking young. But ugh, Hank. Shitty name.
"Thanks. You too," Adam told Hank, and glanced back at Tommy, but this time Hank actually noticed and looked over at Tommy, too, and then back at Adam.
"Do you know that guy? I think he's been staring at us for a while. It's just a little creepy, ya know? I hate guys like that," Hank told him, frowning, and then glanced back at Tommy who was actually, shit, coming closer to them.
"Ignore him, he's just being annoying. Would you like to get out of here and have some real fun?" Adam asked Hank, waving off the whole Tommy issue and grinning at Hank, hoping he'd go for it. He was getting really fucking hungry.
"Umh, I don't know. He looks pretty pissed. Are you sure he's not like you're boyfriend or something?" Hank asked him, and nodded in the direction where Tommy was slipping through the crowd on the dance floor with murder in his eyes.
"Does it matter? Look, I just wanna get something to..." Adam almost said eat before he caught himself, and, yeah, that would have been stupid and off course, then Hank's eyes went wider than should be humanly possible, and then Adam felt one of his arms being yanked backwards so hard it almost dislocated.
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Off course it was Tommy who pulled Adam with him towards one of the darker, more secluded corners of the club, and, no, Adam is not happy about that. He was hungry, and Tommy let his food get away.
"Stop your pouting, this is your fault. You don't just... There are rules. You can't just... I'm responsible for you, okay?" Tommy said, and ran a hand through his blond hair and sighed. Man, he came off so human if you ignored the red eyes he gets when he’s really hungry or mad.
"You treat me like a puppy that needs to be housebroken. I'm sick of it, I want to have some fun. I'm not a fucking kid," Adam told him, and glared at him like that would help anything.
"You are a fucking newborn puppy that needs to be housebroken, if we would go by your recent behavior," Tommy bit out at Adam, who just sulked more up against the wall Tommy had pushed him against. "Also, since when is it okay for you to feed on me in front of Anna, calling me yours, but then you're a free agent?" Tommy asked him, getting closer to the pouting, black haired vampire.
"I was just saying that to get the food. I didn't really mean it. You know I'm yours. I have been since we met in that forest," Adam told him, with sad puppy dog eyes, but Tommy wouldn't be fooled by those. He'd been tricked by those eyes a few too many times to believe them.
"I think it's time I mark you. Would you like me to mark you, baby?" Tommy asked, flush up against Adam now, and he whispered in his ear while one hand was wrapped around Adam's throat, ready to squeeze. They might not exactly breathe, but they still kind of needed their necks.
Tommy didn't get a verbal answer to that, just a slow nod of the head, and that made him grin. Adam's top was a very low cut one, so Tommy had easy access to his chest. Maybe Adam was expecting him to go for the throat or something, but no, Tommy had something closer to the heart in mind.
He left fluttering kisses along Adam's ear, down his neck and ended above his heart. He licked the soft skin there a bit, looked up at Adam who was looking down at him with a questioning gaze, and then Tommy bit down and fed.
He bit down harder than he usually did, and then he bit down some more. He fed more than he usually did, he hadn't fed this much since the turning, and then he licked the bite marks clean.
But he wasn't finished with Adam yet, so he grabbed the mellow vampire and pushed Adam down on the nearby couch and told him to stay. That he would be right back, so no wandering off or anything.
And when Tommy got back he was holding a bottle of tequila and salt that he had stolen from some people. They had finished the limes, but that didn't matter. The salt was the important part. The tequila was just for fun.
"Wha...?" Adam asked him, opening his eyes to see what Tommy was holding as he straddled Adam and grinned at him.
"Don't worry, this is going to be fun. Hurt, yes, but oh so much fun," Tommy told him, as he sprinkled some of the salt on the still fresh bite marks on Adam's chest and watched Adam gasp from the pain.
Not only was it just regular pain you would get from salt in a wound, but salt was like the real-life holy water to them. Fucking hurt Tommy's fingers too. But then the pain was kinda nice, this kinda slow burning thing.
Since this was all Adam's fault, it was only fair that he'd lick the leftover salt from Tommy's fingers for him. Which he did, licking Tommy's fingers clean of any and all salt. Leaving Adam's tongue raw and throbbing.
Then Tommy leaned forward and licked over the salt-sprinkled bite marks, before he poured some of the tequila over the mark and licked the liquid up before it went all over the place and then lightly sucked at the bite marks.
Thankfully this was just like any other club, meaning blaring dance music so no human could possibly hear the little moans, whimpers and hitched breaths that came from Adam while Tommy was doing his body shot.
"There. Now you're mine for real. That shouldn't heal anytime soon," Tommy told him, very proud of his handiwork of the bite marks with the four puncture wounds on Adam's chest. It would obviously scab over and start healing, but it shouldn't go completely away anytime soon.
"I'm hungry. I need someone to eat. And you, you are so going to pay for that. I didn't know you could do that," Adam told him, as he rubbed over the bite mark which was throbbing and still kind of hurt.
"I'd like to see you try. But I could get Hank for you, if you want. I'm sure he's not far away," Tommy told him, challenge in his voice and a grin on his face. He was still straddling Adam, and he licked his lips.
"I don't want him. I want something much better," Adam told him, a mischievous smirk on his face before he took Tommy by surprise and practically flipped them over. He didn't go for the chest, which was covered up by Tommy's T-shirt, anyways. He went for the neck. Of course, he went for the neck. It was one of his favorite places on Tommy.
He licked a stripe up Tommy's neck, grabbed the salt and sprinkled some on there, then bit down so some of the salt went with his fangs down into the harsh bite and fed for quite some time. The blend of Tommy's blood and the burning salt was quite something he could come to love.
After some time, Adam retracted his fangs and grabbed the tequila from it's place on the floor and poured some on Tommy's bite marks. Of course, most of it just seeped into his clothes and what not, but that didn't stop Adam from licking what liquid was left mingling with the blood from his neck and humming in satisfaction.
"Now you're mine for real, too. We should do this mixing blood with other stuff thing more. I quite like it. Gives it that extra kick," Adam told a dazed Tommy, who just nodded.
"Should we go home now? I know the sun isn't exactly fatal, but it's not nice, and I don't like being out in it," Adam told him, pouting, thinking about the damn light that tended to hurt his eyes.
"Sure, lets go. Mhhmm." Tommy said, as Adam got up and helped Tommy up since he was now the slightly subdued one. Maybe they should catch a snack for him on the way home.
"Do you want Hank?" Adam asked him, as they walked towards the more crowded area of the dance floor and bar. Hank was still there, at the edge of the dance floor, with a half finished beer bottle.
"Naww. He doesn't do it for me. Maybe we'll find something on the way home," Tommy told him, and they walked past Hank like they didn't even notice him, and he watched them leave. He probably noticed them being slightly more worse for wear than when Tommy had yanked Adam from him.
But the bite marks and all that, he'd chalk up to them having a fight, or rough make-up sex or the drinks he'd had all night waiting to see if Adam came back. He would never know how close to death he came that night, to be a newborn vampire’s dinner.