Mercury Falling ~ Chapter 2
Title: Mercury Falling ~ Chapter 2/?
Author: liveindesire
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~ 1, 385
Setting: AU - Werewolf fic
Rating: This chapter is rated PG-13, the whole fic NC-17
Beta: saar_fantasy Thank you so much honey. <3 I couldn’t have done this without you. <333
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the order of words. This never happened.
Warnings: m/m sex, angst, violence, biting, blood play, barebacking, knotting (Oops, was that all? Don’t fret, it’s not as bad as it sounds.) There will also be a whole lotta love!
A/N: I once promised my darling saar_fantasy that I would write Kradam for her. Here it is!
Summary: Kris is a human with a wolf-shaped mark on the skin of his neck; he is the one the prophecy foretold. He is supposed to marry the King of the werewolves, Adam, and by doing that, bring peace between the humans and the werewolves. But Kris is terrified. He has heard too many horror stories about the wolves and decides to hide, just for a little while, in order to clarify his thoughts. He isn't prepared when werewolf priests come and drag him violently into the castle, and chain him up. But, Adam hasn't given his permission to the priests' actions and he is very angry for what they've done to his mate-to-be. Kris finds out Adam isn't just the powerful King of werewolves, he is so much more...
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Amazing, beautiful banner by youkeyh Thank you, baby! <3
Chapter 2
Savior. . .
Walls are closing in on me
Taking my breath away
No light to guide my way
Is this really the end?
When Kris finally woke up, he wasn’t in the woods anymore; there was a stone floor beneath him. The back of his head hurt like hell, and he could feel the open wound in his arm, still dripping blood. His lips tasted funny, like herbs mixed with something odd, and he realized the priests must have also drugged him.
As he moved his hands, he became aware of the heavy, iron shackles around his wrists, the sharp edges of metal biting into his skin. Breathing deeply, Kris slowly opened his eyes, trying to keep the threatening nausea at bay. It looked as if he was in a dungeon.
Little by little, Kris was able to lift himself into a sitting position, the dizziness getting even worse now when he was trying to move. He was sure about his location; they must have brought him into the royal castle of werewolves.
Grimacing, Kris touched the sore, mean bump on the back of his head, and then turned to look at his arm. As he moved the bloody sleeve of his shirt out of the way, he almost passed out again. The cut was vicious, a deep, huge laceration, at least four inches long, and Kris was sure it would never heal on its own.
There were three feet long chains attached to the shackles, and the chains were bolted to the floor beneath him, preventing him from escaping, even keeping him from moving that much. Kris couldn’t help wondering. Had he really done something bad, a serious crime perhaps, so that he deserved the brutal punishment he was getting?
Escaping had never been his intention. He knew it was his duty to marry the King, no matter what his inexperienced heart felt. He had accepted his faith, and yet, the priests hadn’t given him a chance to tell that.
The steady, heavy pain inside his head made it impossible to think clearly, and Kris became painfully aware of the fact that he might also have a concussion. Yielding, he decided to wait and see what was to happen next.
After a few agonizing minutes, Kris heard a faint sound of footsteps, getting louder by the minute. The heavy, wooden door to the room was opened, and four priests stepped inside, glaring at Kris. Panicking, Kris stopped breathing momentarily, fearing what they might do to him. Surprisingly, the priests acted like he wasn’t even there. Then, they started talking.
“What’s keeping them?” one of the men asked.
“Take it easy. Zane just went to tell His Highness about the boy. They’ll be here soon. I’m sure Adam is very pleased,” another one of the priests answered, smiling widely.
Kris trembled. All his fears about the werewolves had been legitimate; he’d been right about the fact that they were monsters, cruel, unkind beasts that only wanted to hurt people. Cold tremors going down his back, Kris realised he still didn’t know anything about the King. He didn’t know how old he was or what he looked like. Well, he would find it out soon enough.
Eventually, Kris heard more footsteps, at least two more people coming their way. Then, there was mixed shouting. He prayed, hoping that he wouldn’t be hurt anymore, wishing that the King wouldn’t punish him for hiding.
A man, dressed in black clothing, appeared into the doorway. It was obvious that the man was the King of werewolves. He had golden embroidery all over his long jacket, and the jewels and pendants he wore made it very clear that he was the head of the royal family. He was younger than Kris had imagined, and extremely handsome.
“What the fuck did you do to him?!” the King roared, stepping into the room, and the priests jumped, visibly taken back by the question.
Slowly, one of them stepped forward and started talking.
“Sir, the chosen one wasn’t where he was supposed to be. He was hiding by the grand lake in the north. We captured him and brought him here. He should be punished for escaping.”
“Do you understand what you’ve done? It seems that you don’t have a slightest fucking clue!” The King yelled, tone full of rage.
“But Adam…”
“Shut the hell up! Kris is the one that’s supposed to become my mate. He’s the one that’s going to end the war. And you hurt him, wound him without my permission. You’ve betrayed me. And you all know the punishment for that,” Adam hissed, glaring at the priests who were clearly shaken by the King’s anger.
“Sir, please,” one of the men pleaded.
“By the law, you should all lose your heads for what you’ve done,” Adam informed, voice icy and merciless. “I want you to leave. I’ll deal with the five of you tomorrow.”
With Adam’s words, the priests scrambled to get out of the room, disappearing into the hallway.
Swallowing, Kris noticed it was just the two of them now; he was alone with the King. Carefully, Adam approached him, and Kris flinched, crawling as far as he could with the chains holding him in place.
“Oh God. Kris? Please, please don’t be scared of me. I’m not going to hurt you,” Adam said, slowly moving closer to Kris.
Kris remained silent, shaking like a leaf when Adam made his way towards him. The King had dark, spiky hair, and his eyes were lined in black, making him appear wolf-like even in his human form.
“Kris? I won't hurt you. There’s no reason to be afraid anymore. I’m just going to check your injuries, alright?” Adam asked gently.
Kris wasn’t sure if he could trust the werewolf, but he really had no other choice, and he slumped onto the floor, nodding at Adam. Eyes full of tears, he drew in a shaky breath, waiting for Adam to touch him.
Slowly, Adam took Kris’ arm into his soft, warm hands. A string of curse words flew from Adam’s mouth, and Kris flinched again, his body still in too much of a shock.
“Shit. I’m sorry, Kris. I’m not mad at you, I’m angry at my idiot priests for hurting you. This wound on your forearm is pretty bad and I’m afraid it’ll need stitches in order to heal well. Do you understand what I’m saying?” his voice was soft and caring, and more than anything else, Kris wanted to be able to trust him.
Kris nodded, tears spilling out from the corners of his eyes.
“Kris, baby. Please, look at me,” Adam told him as he touched Kris’ face with both of his hands.
Kris lifted his eyes to meet the Kings worried, astonishingly blue gaze. Perplexed, Kris didn’t know what to think of it. A wolf that was kind? Really?
“Kris, does anything else hurt? You need to tell me,” Adam coaxed him, his thumbs drawing circles into Kris’ cheekbones.
“I… I think something hit the back of my head,” he whispered quietly.
Immediately, Adam checked his head and the back of his neck, hands careful, mindful of his injuries. Then he looked at Kris again.
“I think you might have a slight concussion as well. I promise you, I’m going to make them pay for what they did to you. Now, let me get you away from here. You need to see a doctor,” Adam said, fingers already unlocking the shackles with a key he’d taken from one of the priests.
The minute the chains were gone, Adam pulled Kris gently into his arms, and Kris let out a distressed whine, struggling a little, shying away from the motion.
“Calm down, baby. You’re safe and no one is going to touch you again. I’m going to lift you up now, just hold onto me,” the wolf shushed before lifting Kris up from the floor as if he weighed nothing.
Swiftly, Adam carried him out from the dungeon, making his way up the stairs with Kris in his arms.
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At this time tomorrow you’ll be here
So close to me, you’ll set me free
You’ll wipe my tears away
You’ll break the chains
You’ll bring the light back into my face
You’ll guide my way into a another day
Where we are one
TBC…
Author: liveindesire
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~ 1, 385
Setting: AU - Werewolf fic
Rating: This chapter is rated PG-13, the whole fic NC-17
Beta: saar_fantasy Thank you so much honey. <3 I couldn’t have done this without you. <333
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the order of words. This never happened.
Warnings: m/m sex, angst, violence, biting, blood play, barebacking, knotting (Oops, was that all? Don’t fret, it’s not as bad as it sounds.) There will also be a whole lotta love!
A/N: I once promised my darling saar_fantasy that I would write Kradam for her. Here it is!
Summary: Kris is a human with a wolf-shaped mark on the skin of his neck; he is the one the prophecy foretold. He is supposed to marry the King of the werewolves, Adam, and by doing that, bring peace between the humans and the werewolves. But Kris is terrified. He has heard too many horror stories about the wolves and decides to hide, just for a little while, in order to clarify his thoughts. He isn't prepared when werewolf priests come and drag him violently into the castle, and chain him up. But, Adam hasn't given his permission to the priests' actions and he is very angry for what they've done to his mate-to-be. Kris finds out Adam isn't just the powerful King of werewolves, he is so much more...
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Amazing, beautiful banner by youkeyh Thank you, baby! <3
Chapter 2
Savior. . .
Walls are closing in on me
Taking my breath away
No light to guide my way
Is this really the end?
When Kris finally woke up, he wasn’t in the woods anymore; there was a stone floor beneath him. The back of his head hurt like hell, and he could feel the open wound in his arm, still dripping blood. His lips tasted funny, like herbs mixed with something odd, and he realized the priests must have also drugged him.
As he moved his hands, he became aware of the heavy, iron shackles around his wrists, the sharp edges of metal biting into his skin. Breathing deeply, Kris slowly opened his eyes, trying to keep the threatening nausea at bay. It looked as if he was in a dungeon.
Little by little, Kris was able to lift himself into a sitting position, the dizziness getting even worse now when he was trying to move. He was sure about his location; they must have brought him into the royal castle of werewolves.
Grimacing, Kris touched the sore, mean bump on the back of his head, and then turned to look at his arm. As he moved the bloody sleeve of his shirt out of the way, he almost passed out again. The cut was vicious, a deep, huge laceration, at least four inches long, and Kris was sure it would never heal on its own.
There were three feet long chains attached to the shackles, and the chains were bolted to the floor beneath him, preventing him from escaping, even keeping him from moving that much. Kris couldn’t help wondering. Had he really done something bad, a serious crime perhaps, so that he deserved the brutal punishment he was getting?
Escaping had never been his intention. He knew it was his duty to marry the King, no matter what his inexperienced heart felt. He had accepted his faith, and yet, the priests hadn’t given him a chance to tell that.
The steady, heavy pain inside his head made it impossible to think clearly, and Kris became painfully aware of the fact that he might also have a concussion. Yielding, he decided to wait and see what was to happen next.
After a few agonizing minutes, Kris heard a faint sound of footsteps, getting louder by the minute. The heavy, wooden door to the room was opened, and four priests stepped inside, glaring at Kris. Panicking, Kris stopped breathing momentarily, fearing what they might do to him. Surprisingly, the priests acted like he wasn’t even there. Then, they started talking.
“What’s keeping them?” one of the men asked.
“Take it easy. Zane just went to tell His Highness about the boy. They’ll be here soon. I’m sure Adam is very pleased,” another one of the priests answered, smiling widely.
Kris trembled. All his fears about the werewolves had been legitimate; he’d been right about the fact that they were monsters, cruel, unkind beasts that only wanted to hurt people. Cold tremors going down his back, Kris realised he still didn’t know anything about the King. He didn’t know how old he was or what he looked like. Well, he would find it out soon enough.
Eventually, Kris heard more footsteps, at least two more people coming their way. Then, there was mixed shouting. He prayed, hoping that he wouldn’t be hurt anymore, wishing that the King wouldn’t punish him for hiding.
A man, dressed in black clothing, appeared into the doorway. It was obvious that the man was the King of werewolves. He had golden embroidery all over his long jacket, and the jewels and pendants he wore made it very clear that he was the head of the royal family. He was younger than Kris had imagined, and extremely handsome.
“What the fuck did you do to him?!” the King roared, stepping into the room, and the priests jumped, visibly taken back by the question.
Slowly, one of them stepped forward and started talking.
“Sir, the chosen one wasn’t where he was supposed to be. He was hiding by the grand lake in the north. We captured him and brought him here. He should be punished for escaping.”
“Do you understand what you’ve done? It seems that you don’t have a slightest fucking clue!” The King yelled, tone full of rage.
“But Adam…”
“Shut the hell up! Kris is the one that’s supposed to become my mate. He’s the one that’s going to end the war. And you hurt him, wound him without my permission. You’ve betrayed me. And you all know the punishment for that,” Adam hissed, glaring at the priests who were clearly shaken by the King’s anger.
“Sir, please,” one of the men pleaded.
“By the law, you should all lose your heads for what you’ve done,” Adam informed, voice icy and merciless. “I want you to leave. I’ll deal with the five of you tomorrow.”
With Adam’s words, the priests scrambled to get out of the room, disappearing into the hallway.
Swallowing, Kris noticed it was just the two of them now; he was alone with the King. Carefully, Adam approached him, and Kris flinched, crawling as far as he could with the chains holding him in place.
“Oh God. Kris? Please, please don’t be scared of me. I’m not going to hurt you,” Adam said, slowly moving closer to Kris.
Kris remained silent, shaking like a leaf when Adam made his way towards him. The King had dark, spiky hair, and his eyes were lined in black, making him appear wolf-like even in his human form.
“Kris? I won't hurt you. There’s no reason to be afraid anymore. I’m just going to check your injuries, alright?” Adam asked gently.
Kris wasn’t sure if he could trust the werewolf, but he really had no other choice, and he slumped onto the floor, nodding at Adam. Eyes full of tears, he drew in a shaky breath, waiting for Adam to touch him.
Slowly, Adam took Kris’ arm into his soft, warm hands. A string of curse words flew from Adam’s mouth, and Kris flinched again, his body still in too much of a shock.
“Shit. I’m sorry, Kris. I’m not mad at you, I’m angry at my idiot priests for hurting you. This wound on your forearm is pretty bad and I’m afraid it’ll need stitches in order to heal well. Do you understand what I’m saying?” his voice was soft and caring, and more than anything else, Kris wanted to be able to trust him.
Kris nodded, tears spilling out from the corners of his eyes.
“Kris, baby. Please, look at me,” Adam told him as he touched Kris’ face with both of his hands.
Kris lifted his eyes to meet the Kings worried, astonishingly blue gaze. Perplexed, Kris didn’t know what to think of it. A wolf that was kind? Really?
“Kris, does anything else hurt? You need to tell me,” Adam coaxed him, his thumbs drawing circles into Kris’ cheekbones.
“I… I think something hit the back of my head,” he whispered quietly.
Immediately, Adam checked his head and the back of his neck, hands careful, mindful of his injuries. Then he looked at Kris again.
“I think you might have a slight concussion as well. I promise you, I’m going to make them pay for what they did to you. Now, let me get you away from here. You need to see a doctor,” Adam said, fingers already unlocking the shackles with a key he’d taken from one of the priests.
The minute the chains were gone, Adam pulled Kris gently into his arms, and Kris let out a distressed whine, struggling a little, shying away from the motion.
“Calm down, baby. You’re safe and no one is going to touch you again. I’m going to lift you up now, just hold onto me,” the wolf shushed before lifting Kris up from the floor as if he weighed nothing.
Swiftly, Adam carried him out from the dungeon, making his way up the stairs with Kris in his arms.
~*~*~
At this time tomorrow you’ll be here
So close to me, you’ll set me free
You’ll wipe my tears away
You’ll break the chains
You’ll bring the light back into my face
You’ll guide my way into a another day
Where we are one
TBC…