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tamingthemuseTitle: Teneo
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Rating: Once it's complete - I'd say, maybe R
Word Count: 548
Spoilers: If you've seen season 1 of SPN, you're good.
Summary: This, Adam decided, was hell.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this. Kris, Adam, and any other Idol folks belong to themselves. Anything SPN-related belongs to Eric Kripke.
Notes: Posting early since I won't be able to on Saturday! This is not done. Which is why I'm posting the entire thing here, lol. Anyway, written for the prompt "possessed".
This, Adam decided, was hell. He’d always assumed that there had to be something to the stereotype of fire and all that but never had he considered that just existing, just being, would be hell. He took a deep breath, staring at his surroundings and wanting more than ever to pound on the walls of his prison, screaming for someone to help him.
He’d already learned that that was pointless.
Cheer up, Princess, this is going to be great. Why, I bet people are going to say it’s like you’re a whole new person. Like a person possessed even.
It echoed in his mind and Adam wished desperately to be able to punch the voice in its face – if it even had one, that is.
Silently, he made a note to apologize to Brad for calling him a smug bitch. Brad had nothing on whoever this was.
He watched as his body leaned forward, staring in the mirror and fought the urge to recoil when his eyes suddenly turned black.
Oh, I guess that was rude of me, taking over your body without even giving you my name, wasn’t it? Adam could practically hear the smile, if that was even possible. You can call me, Meg.
~*~*~
Kris frowned as he stared at Adam. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Adam looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Rather than answer right away, Kris shrugged. He thought about it for a few moments, tilting his head to the side, frown still there. “I don’t know. You just seem different.”
A look of amusement flashed through Adam’s eyes before he shook his head. “I have no idea why,” was the only response. Kris rolled his eyes. Of course, Adam would say that. He’s got the same look he had when he convinced Kris that sex in the dressing room would be ‘the absolute best idea ever, Kris, seriously.’
At that thought, Kris narrowed his eyes. “I’m not having sex with you in the bathroom,” he said, making sure to keep his voice low.
A look of panic seemed to move over Adam’s face before he blinked and his eyes lit up. “Well, now, there’s something I hadn’t thought of.” He looked Kris up and down. “I’m thinking of it now though.”
“A world of no.”
“Bet I could talk you into it.”
Kris knew himself well enough that he knew Adam was probably right. Given enough time, Adam would probably be able to convince him that sex in a public restroom in a small diner, at breakfast, is a genius idea.
But he’s definitely not giving in on this one.
“No,” he repeated. “Absolutely not happening.”
Adam sighed. “Fine. I guess I’ll just have to work on winning that one later.” He leaned back and grinned slightly at Kris. “I bet you’ll never guess what I’ve got in store for you.”
Kris smiled slightly and shook his head. “As long as you don’t leave me tied up with no way out of the restraints, I think we’ll be okay.”
“It could happen, you never know.” Adam smirked. “It’s only morning after all.”
Laughing a bit, Kris leaned forward. “Careful. Maybe I’ll be the one that surprises you.”
“I’ll definitely look forward to it.”
Author:
blue_icy_roseRating: Once it's complete - I'd say, maybe R
Word Count: 548
Spoilers: If you've seen season 1 of SPN, you're good.
Summary: This, Adam decided, was hell.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this. Kris, Adam, and any other Idol folks belong to themselves. Anything SPN-related belongs to Eric Kripke.
Notes: Posting early since I won't be able to on Saturday! This is not done. Which is why I'm posting the entire thing here, lol. Anyway, written for the prompt "possessed".
This, Adam decided, was hell. He’d always assumed that there had to be something to the stereotype of fire and all that but never had he considered that just existing, just being, would be hell. He took a deep breath, staring at his surroundings and wanting more than ever to pound on the walls of his prison, screaming for someone to help him.
He’d already learned that that was pointless.
Cheer up, Princess, this is going to be great. Why, I bet people are going to say it’s like you’re a whole new person. Like a person possessed even.
It echoed in his mind and Adam wished desperately to be able to punch the voice in its face – if it even had one, that is.
Silently, he made a note to apologize to Brad for calling him a smug bitch. Brad had nothing on whoever this was.
He watched as his body leaned forward, staring in the mirror and fought the urge to recoil when his eyes suddenly turned black.
Oh, I guess that was rude of me, taking over your body without even giving you my name, wasn’t it? Adam could practically hear the smile, if that was even possible. You can call me, Meg.
Kris frowned as he stared at Adam. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Adam looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Rather than answer right away, Kris shrugged. He thought about it for a few moments, tilting his head to the side, frown still there. “I don’t know. You just seem different.”
A look of amusement flashed through Adam’s eyes before he shook his head. “I have no idea why,” was the only response. Kris rolled his eyes. Of course, Adam would say that. He’s got the same look he had when he convinced Kris that sex in the dressing room would be ‘the absolute best idea ever, Kris, seriously.’
At that thought, Kris narrowed his eyes. “I’m not having sex with you in the bathroom,” he said, making sure to keep his voice low.
A look of panic seemed to move over Adam’s face before he blinked and his eyes lit up. “Well, now, there’s something I hadn’t thought of.” He looked Kris up and down. “I’m thinking of it now though.”
“A world of no.”
“Bet I could talk you into it.”
Kris knew himself well enough that he knew Adam was probably right. Given enough time, Adam would probably be able to convince him that sex in a public restroom in a small diner, at breakfast, is a genius idea.
But he’s definitely not giving in on this one.
“No,” he repeated. “Absolutely not happening.”
Adam sighed. “Fine. I guess I’ll just have to work on winning that one later.” He leaned back and grinned slightly at Kris. “I bet you’ll never guess what I’ve got in store for you.”
Kris smiled slightly and shook his head. “As long as you don’t leave me tied up with no way out of the restraints, I think we’ll be okay.”
“It could happen, you never know.” Adam smirked. “It’s only morning after all.”
Laughing a bit, Kris leaned forward. “Careful. Maybe I’ll be the one that surprises you.”
“I’ll definitely look forward to it.”
