Title: Inevitable
Author: Leela (
leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 9x100
Content/Warning(s): Vampires
Author's notes: Written for
glam_100, prompt #045: Scent, and for @zoodlemouse13 for her birthday. Many thanks to @florida_minxie and @aislinntlc for the beta and to
batdina for help with the title.
At @zoodlemouse13's request, this story takes place in the same 'verse as Touched Once Too Often, my True Blood crossover.
"Motherfucker."
The word spills out as Adam walks through the door. He's come right from the airport, exhausted, overworked, angry, and in shock. Instead of going home, he's at this fucking hospital, stumbling to a halt beside the bed, staring at his Tommy and getting nothing back.
Ashley shushes Adam, and then she comes over to run a comforting hand down his back. "You can sit on the bed. It won't bother him."
Keeping his own voice down, Adam asks, "What the fuck happened?"
"I didn't give him blood," she says, not answering. "Thought you'd want to do that yourself."
^V^
Like the rest of the hospital, this room stinks of chemicals, foul blood and fear. It's only when Adam rests his head on Tommy's chest, careful not to put any weight on it, that he can smell Tommy, hear his heart beat.
"Just fucking tell me," he says when he straightens up, clasping Tommy's free hand, the one not attached to an IV.
The wrongness has Adam wanting to hurt someone. Tommy's been quiet before, but never this still. He's always pale, but never this white. Adam itches to pull out the tubes, disconnect the wires, to take Tommy home.
^V^
"It was a crazy woman who kept yelling about saving the world from vampires, and saving you from the fires of hell. And apparently Tommy," Ashley says, perching on the opposite side of the bed. "Cops said she was with the Fellowship of the Sun a while back."
Raising Tommy's hand, Adam rubs his cheek over the knuckles.
"You need to take care of this." Ashley brushes Tommy's bangs out of his face, tucks them behind his ear.
Tommy just lies there and lets her do it. Seeing him makes Adam's fangs drop into place, and he snarls at her.
^V^
"You don't have to Make him, if that's what you're worried about."
Ashley's comment pulls Adam out of a semi-trance. He stares at her over Tommy's wrist, tip of his tongue still pressed against the pulse point. A nick of the fragile skin, a taste of Tommy's blood would have told him the same thing.
She rolls her eyes at him and pushes to her feet. "Fine. I'm going to the cafeteria to let everyone know you're here. And then I'll get a doctor to sign Tommy out."
Pausing, she adds, "Just be done by the time I get back."
^V^
When the door closes behind her with a snick, Adam turns back to Tommy. He finds himself looking into bloodshot brown eyes.
"It's not her fault," Tommy croaks. "Stop fucking thinking that it was."
"I wasn't—"
"You totally were. Give it up, Lambert."
Adam makes a face at him. "No way."
"Hah." Tommy struggles to sit up, gritting his teeth against the pain. Air wheezes through his lungs, loud and painful. It makes Adam want to break something, to wrap Tommy up in cotton wool and keep him somewhere safe.
He's pretty sure Tommy would kill him for it though.
^V^
"You're drinking my blood." Adam doesn't make it a question. He knows his limits, and he won't — he can't — take a chance on Tommy not recovering from this.
"Okay."
Adam blinks. All the arguments that he doesn't need are choking him.
"What?" Tommy snorts and then says, "Fuck, I shouldn't have done that."
"I thought you'd—"
"Argue with you? Refuse on the grounds of some fucking humanity that doesn't mean shit to me?" Tommy turns over his hand in Adam's loose grip and twines their fingers together. "I'm not stupid, and I sure as shit don't wanna die. Now gimme!"
^V^
Adam kisses him, tasting Tommy, tasting the death that's hovering around him, and then reaches over and rips out the IV. Something starts beeping as he bites into his own wrist, gets louder as he presses it against Tommy's mouth.
And then Tommy sucks.
It's been so long, too long. Adam had forgotten the rush. His toes curl in his boots, and he has to cling onto the bed for support as Tommy drinks, as they bond. Adam's head goes back, and he moans.
He can feel Tommy. All of him. Feel the want and the love and the need.
^V^
"God damn. That's fucking amazing," Tommy says, and then he's kissing Adam, pulling Adam down on top of him. He tastes like Adam's blood.
Adam licks into him, cutting Tommy's lip with his fangs. He sucks on that, on Tommy's blood. So hot, so human, it's like a fucking drug to Adam.
"If you don't mind."
The voice is dry and male, and it goes through Adam like a bolt of lightning. He rolls over, coming to a crouch on the bed, placing himself between Tommy and the intruder.
The doctor is tall and balding, and he's apparently not amused.
^V^
It still takes too long to get Tommy out of the hospital. There're too many forms and too much waiting, but eventually they're in the car, and Isaac's speeding down the roads, trying to beat the sunrise.
Fucking sun, Adam thinks, as he wraps himself around Tommy in their large bed.
"Stop thinking," Tommy mumbles into his pillow. "Got enough problems sleeping as it is."
"Not today," Adam says. He drops a kiss on the top of Tommy's head. And then, surrounded by Tommy's scent, lulled by the rhythm of the music running through Tommy's dreams, Adam falls into sleep.
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Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 9x100
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At @zoodlemouse13's request, this story takes place in the same 'verse as Touched Once Too Often, my True Blood crossover.
"Motherfucker."
The word spills out as Adam walks through the door. He's come right from the airport, exhausted, overworked, angry, and in shock. Instead of going home, he's at this fucking hospital, stumbling to a halt beside the bed, staring at his Tommy and getting nothing back.
Ashley shushes Adam, and then she comes over to run a comforting hand down his back. "You can sit on the bed. It won't bother him."
Keeping his own voice down, Adam asks, "What the fuck happened?"
"I didn't give him blood," she says, not answering. "Thought you'd want to do that yourself."
Like the rest of the hospital, this room stinks of chemicals, foul blood and fear. It's only when Adam rests his head on Tommy's chest, careful not to put any weight on it, that he can smell Tommy, hear his heart beat.
"Just fucking tell me," he says when he straightens up, clasping Tommy's free hand, the one not attached to an IV.
The wrongness has Adam wanting to hurt someone. Tommy's been quiet before, but never this still. He's always pale, but never this white. Adam itches to pull out the tubes, disconnect the wires, to take Tommy home.
"It was a crazy woman who kept yelling about saving the world from vampires, and saving you from the fires of hell. And apparently Tommy," Ashley says, perching on the opposite side of the bed. "Cops said she was with the Fellowship of the Sun a while back."
Raising Tommy's hand, Adam rubs his cheek over the knuckles.
"You need to take care of this." Ashley brushes Tommy's bangs out of his face, tucks them behind his ear.
Tommy just lies there and lets her do it. Seeing him makes Adam's fangs drop into place, and he snarls at her.
"You don't have to Make him, if that's what you're worried about."
Ashley's comment pulls Adam out of a semi-trance. He stares at her over Tommy's wrist, tip of his tongue still pressed against the pulse point. A nick of the fragile skin, a taste of Tommy's blood would have told him the same thing.
She rolls her eyes at him and pushes to her feet. "Fine. I'm going to the cafeteria to let everyone know you're here. And then I'll get a doctor to sign Tommy out."
Pausing, she adds, "Just be done by the time I get back."
When the door closes behind her with a snick, Adam turns back to Tommy. He finds himself looking into bloodshot brown eyes.
"It's not her fault," Tommy croaks. "Stop fucking thinking that it was."
"I wasn't—"
"You totally were. Give it up, Lambert."
Adam makes a face at him. "No way."
"Hah." Tommy struggles to sit up, gritting his teeth against the pain. Air wheezes through his lungs, loud and painful. It makes Adam want to break something, to wrap Tommy up in cotton wool and keep him somewhere safe.
He's pretty sure Tommy would kill him for it though.
"You're drinking my blood." Adam doesn't make it a question. He knows his limits, and he won't — he can't — take a chance on Tommy not recovering from this.
"Okay."
Adam blinks. All the arguments that he doesn't need are choking him.
"What?" Tommy snorts and then says, "Fuck, I shouldn't have done that."
"I thought you'd—"
"Argue with you? Refuse on the grounds of some fucking humanity that doesn't mean shit to me?" Tommy turns over his hand in Adam's loose grip and twines their fingers together. "I'm not stupid, and I sure as shit don't wanna die. Now gimme!"
Adam kisses him, tasting Tommy, tasting the death that's hovering around him, and then reaches over and rips out the IV. Something starts beeping as he bites into his own wrist, gets louder as he presses it against Tommy's mouth.
And then Tommy sucks.
It's been so long, too long. Adam had forgotten the rush. His toes curl in his boots, and he has to cling onto the bed for support as Tommy drinks, as they bond. Adam's head goes back, and he moans.
He can feel Tommy. All of him. Feel the want and the love and the need.
"God damn. That's fucking amazing," Tommy says, and then he's kissing Adam, pulling Adam down on top of him. He tastes like Adam's blood.
Adam licks into him, cutting Tommy's lip with his fangs. He sucks on that, on Tommy's blood. So hot, so human, it's like a fucking drug to Adam.
"If you don't mind."
The voice is dry and male, and it goes through Adam like a bolt of lightning. He rolls over, coming to a crouch on the bed, placing himself between Tommy and the intruder.
The doctor is tall and balding, and he's apparently not amused.
It still takes too long to get Tommy out of the hospital. There're too many forms and too much waiting, but eventually they're in the car, and Isaac's speeding down the roads, trying to beat the sunrise.
Fucking sun, Adam thinks, as he wraps himself around Tommy in their large bed.
"Stop thinking," Tommy mumbles into his pillow. "Got enough problems sleeping as it is."
"Not today," Adam says. He drops a kiss on the top of Tommy's head. And then, surrounded by Tommy's scent, lulled by the rhythm of the music running through Tommy's dreams, Adam falls into sleep.
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