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Title: Invitation
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Brian
Rating (Word Count): PG-13 (8 X 100)
Content(s)/Warning(s): Vampires
Author's notes: This happens in the same 'verse and prior to my GRBB story, but it can stand on its own. Many thanks to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
leela_cat for the beta.
“Who invited you?”
Adam is at a loss for words. He knows who it was, of course. He’s seen the guy in the audience while he was singing, far too often for it to be a coincidence. But they’ve never spoken. He doesn’t even know the guy’s name.
So he hands the woman at the door the invitation he found in his dressing room one night after a show, and he admits, “I don’t know.”
The chicken scrawl must be familiar to her. She stares at it, incredulous. “If you don’t know who he is, you can still walk away.”
***
“Why does it sound like you’re trying to convince me?”
“Because if it’s only curiosity that brought you here, then you shouldn’t be here.”
Adam shrugs. “I don’t need a stranger to try and protect me.”
Her voice hardens, and Adam sees a flash of fangs. “I’m trying to protect him. Not you.”
Somehow, Adam believes her. “It’s not just curiosity.”
“Why are you here, then?”
This isn’t something he’s told anyone yet, but if he wants her to let him in, he feels like he has to. “I don’t remember what happened the night I found this. Not entirely.”
***
“But ever since? I’ve been hearing music coming out of nowhere. And I know it’s linked to this.” Soft notes from a piano. Music that he doesn’t quite recognize but that he’s tempted to try and sing along to.
She stares at him long enough to make him uncomfortable, as if she’s seeing something in him that he doesn’t understand. Then, she finally moves to let him walk through the door. “Go ahead.”
It’s his first time here, but somehow he knows exactly where he’s going. He makes his way across the dance floor as if everybody else doesn’t exist.
***
Music pulses through him, getting stronger every second, but it has nothing to do with the actual beat playing in the club.
He ends up sitting on a couch in a small alcove at the back of the club. He barely has to wait a minute before a shadow appears in the entrance, blocking the light. “I was wondering if I’d see you here tonight.”
Adam sucks in a breath as Brian lets the curtain close behind him. Music takes over everything until he can’t think, can’t move, can barely breathe. He throws his head back in a silent scream.
***
Music is everywhere, pulling him in until he has nowhere left to go. Until it feels like nothing could shatter this world he’s lost in.
Then he feels a hand against his throat, a forehead against his, a whisper against his lips. “Let me in.”
The small points of contacts bring Adam’s feet back to the ground. It’s easy after that, to do as Brian says and open himself more, until he’d swear that he can hear his own voice even though he isn’t singing.
Until he’s so far gone that it feels like their music is part of him.
***
There are tears at the corners of Adam’s eyes but the fear is gone. He knows it’s a trick, just like he knows that he’s putting himself in more danger with every step he takes. But it’s too easy to pretend he’s safe here.
“Stubborn boy,” Brian whispers. “Why did you wait so long to come to me?”
“Because I had no idea what would happen.” And he still doesn’t know. “Are you going to kill me?”
“No. Not after going to so much trouble to make you mine.”
It should be enough, Adam knows that. But it can’t be.
***
“And after tonight?”
“What happens after tonight will depend on you.”
Adam has a hard time believing it. He’s vaguely aware that he should be scared. That he should go away while he still can. That he should have listened to the woman at the door and forgotten everything.
But he can’t. Not when it feels so right and everything else doesn’t quite satisfy him anymore.
Now that the music isn’t uncontrollable, memories are coming back to him. Of the other night and everything they talked about. Of the reasons why Brian left only the invitation behind before he disappeared.
***
With the memories comes the knowledge that, even though it doesn’t feel like it now, this was Adam’s choice. That conviction is strong enough that Adam decides to ignore the small voice telling him that it could be just another trick, that he’ll lose himself if he isn’t careful.
It’s too late for that. He lost himself the moment when he noticed Brian in the audience, that very first night.
Even facing the possibility of starting over, he would make the same choice all over again.
So he closes his eyes and tilts his head, offering himself to Brian’s bite.
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Brian
Rating (Word Count): PG-13 (8 X 100)
Content(s)/Warning(s): Vampires
Author's notes: This happens in the same 'verse and prior to my GRBB story, but it can stand on its own. Many thanks to
leela_cat for the beta. “Who invited you?”
Adam is at a loss for words. He knows who it was, of course. He’s seen the guy in the audience while he was singing, far too often for it to be a coincidence. But they’ve never spoken. He doesn’t even know the guy’s name.
So he hands the woman at the door the invitation he found in his dressing room one night after a show, and he admits, “I don’t know.”
The chicken scrawl must be familiar to her. She stares at it, incredulous. “If you don’t know who he is, you can still walk away.”
***
“Why does it sound like you’re trying to convince me?”
“Because if it’s only curiosity that brought you here, then you shouldn’t be here.”
Adam shrugs. “I don’t need a stranger to try and protect me.”
Her voice hardens, and Adam sees a flash of fangs. “I’m trying to protect him. Not you.”
Somehow, Adam believes her. “It’s not just curiosity.”
“Why are you here, then?”
This isn’t something he’s told anyone yet, but if he wants her to let him in, he feels like he has to. “I don’t remember what happened the night I found this. Not entirely.”
***
“But ever since? I’ve been hearing music coming out of nowhere. And I know it’s linked to this.” Soft notes from a piano. Music that he doesn’t quite recognize but that he’s tempted to try and sing along to.
She stares at him long enough to make him uncomfortable, as if she’s seeing something in him that he doesn’t understand. Then, she finally moves to let him walk through the door. “Go ahead.”
It’s his first time here, but somehow he knows exactly where he’s going. He makes his way across the dance floor as if everybody else doesn’t exist.
***
Music pulses through him, getting stronger every second, but it has nothing to do with the actual beat playing in the club.
He ends up sitting on a couch in a small alcove at the back of the club. He barely has to wait a minute before a shadow appears in the entrance, blocking the light. “I was wondering if I’d see you here tonight.”
Adam sucks in a breath as Brian lets the curtain close behind him. Music takes over everything until he can’t think, can’t move, can barely breathe. He throws his head back in a silent scream.
***
Music is everywhere, pulling him in until he has nowhere left to go. Until it feels like nothing could shatter this world he’s lost in.
Then he feels a hand against his throat, a forehead against his, a whisper against his lips. “Let me in.”
The small points of contacts bring Adam’s feet back to the ground. It’s easy after that, to do as Brian says and open himself more, until he’d swear that he can hear his own voice even though he isn’t singing.
Until he’s so far gone that it feels like their music is part of him.
***
There are tears at the corners of Adam’s eyes but the fear is gone. He knows it’s a trick, just like he knows that he’s putting himself in more danger with every step he takes. But it’s too easy to pretend he’s safe here.
“Stubborn boy,” Brian whispers. “Why did you wait so long to come to me?”
“Because I had no idea what would happen.” And he still doesn’t know. “Are you going to kill me?”
“No. Not after going to so much trouble to make you mine.”
It should be enough, Adam knows that. But it can’t be.
***
“And after tonight?”
“What happens after tonight will depend on you.”
Adam has a hard time believing it. He’s vaguely aware that he should be scared. That he should go away while he still can. That he should have listened to the woman at the door and forgotten everything.
But he can’t. Not when it feels so right and everything else doesn’t quite satisfy him anymore.
Now that the music isn’t uncontrollable, memories are coming back to him. Of the other night and everything they talked about. Of the reasons why Brian left only the invitation behind before he disappeared.
***
With the memories comes the knowledge that, even though it doesn’t feel like it now, this was Adam’s choice. That conviction is strong enough that Adam decides to ignore the small voice telling him that it could be just another trick, that he’ll lose himself if he isn’t careful.
It’s too late for that. He lost himself the moment when he noticed Brian in the audience, that very first night.
Even facing the possibility of starting over, he would make the same choice all over again.
So he closes his eyes and tilts his head, offering himself to Brian’s bite.
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