Adam Monroe (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
changehistory) wrote2008-03-10 01:43 pm
changehistory) wrote2008-03-10 01:43 pm
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[MI] -- Can A Man Become a Magnet?
1974
"So am I next?" The voice, which struggled to sound coolly amused, brought Adam's eyes up from where he was studying his wine to meet the other pair of blue ones across the table.
"Pardon?" Wine the color of blood, deep and ruby, caught the candle light in the crystal.
"They're gone," Daniel pointed out with a small curve of his lips. "Off with the boy, and who knows for sure when they'll be back, and here we are with our wine and our fire and your inviting me alone is a heretofore unprecedented event..."
"God, you've been spending far too much time with Arthur if you're actually using 'heretofore unprecedented' in everyday conversation," Adam said, giving him a disbelieving look.
"Which doesn't answer the question."
Adam tilted his head and studied Daniel for a moment, then glanced back at his wine for a long moment before taking a slow sip. "I haven't decided yet."
Absolute silence reigned in the room between them, broken only by the crackle of the fire in the fireplace. When Adam glanced up again, he found Daniel just staring at him. One eyebrow lifted in inquiry and he held the other man's eyes until Daniel was forced to look away.
"My god, she was right. You are a bastard."
Adam smiled without a trace of humor. "You want to be next."
"I'm not so sure of that..." Daniel set his wine glass down and stood.
"Yes, you are," Adam said, sprawling back more in contrast, tilting his head back to study Daniel. "You wouldn't be here if you weren't. You've been watching me from the start, from the day Arthur brought you to meet me."
"Arthur..." Daniel started.
"Married Angela. Angela married Arthur. They have a beautiful bouncing boy. And here we are, you and I, and you've never stopped watching me, in all these years."
"All you want is to upset Arthur," Daniel said, with a flash of temper.
"That's not all I want," Adam said, voice almost a purr now.
Daniel swallowed. "I should go."
"That's not what you want."
"How would you know?" Daniel finally snapped, and Adam stood, moving around the table to lean against it, not quite in Daniel's space, but near enough.
"I've been watching, too."
Daniel rocked--a step back, and then he moved forward, forcing Adam to shift his legs to make room for him. Hands braced on the table on either side of Adam, Daniel pressed close until the only thing separating them was their clothing.
"What do you want?" he growled, something fierce in his eyes. "To take what's Arthur's, because he took Angela? To hurt her for leaving? To bend each of us until we break, so you can reshape us as you will?"
Adam lifted one hand, slowly, long fingers slowly tracing down Daniel's cheek, and his lips curved slowly, eyes lighting up with something bright that might have been triumph. "Yes." Daniel's eyes widened in something like shock, and Adam kept up his slow caress along bone and flesh, his thumb tracing the curve of Daniel's lips as he met his eyes again. "Yes," he repeated, his voice little more than a breath over the other man's lips as he leaned in until they were a whisper apart. "I want."
Daniel gave.
"So am I next?" The voice, which struggled to sound coolly amused, brought Adam's eyes up from where he was studying his wine to meet the other pair of blue ones across the table.
"Pardon?" Wine the color of blood, deep and ruby, caught the candle light in the crystal.
"They're gone," Daniel pointed out with a small curve of his lips. "Off with the boy, and who knows for sure when they'll be back, and here we are with our wine and our fire and your inviting me alone is a heretofore unprecedented event..."
"God, you've been spending far too much time with Arthur if you're actually using 'heretofore unprecedented' in everyday conversation," Adam said, giving him a disbelieving look.
"Which doesn't answer the question."
Adam tilted his head and studied Daniel for a moment, then glanced back at his wine for a long moment before taking a slow sip. "I haven't decided yet."
Absolute silence reigned in the room between them, broken only by the crackle of the fire in the fireplace. When Adam glanced up again, he found Daniel just staring at him. One eyebrow lifted in inquiry and he held the other man's eyes until Daniel was forced to look away.
"My god, she was right. You are a bastard."
Adam smiled without a trace of humor. "You want to be next."
"I'm not so sure of that..." Daniel set his wine glass down and stood.
"Yes, you are," Adam said, sprawling back more in contrast, tilting his head back to study Daniel. "You wouldn't be here if you weren't. You've been watching me from the start, from the day Arthur brought you to meet me."
"Arthur..." Daniel started.
"Married Angela. Angela married Arthur. They have a beautiful bouncing boy. And here we are, you and I, and you've never stopped watching me, in all these years."
"All you want is to upset Arthur," Daniel said, with a flash of temper.
"That's not all I want," Adam said, voice almost a purr now.
Daniel swallowed. "I should go."
"That's not what you want."
"How would you know?" Daniel finally snapped, and Adam stood, moving around the table to lean against it, not quite in Daniel's space, but near enough.
"I've been watching, too."
Daniel rocked--a step back, and then he moved forward, forcing Adam to shift his legs to make room for him. Hands braced on the table on either side of Adam, Daniel pressed close until the only thing separating them was their clothing.
"What do you want?" he growled, something fierce in his eyes. "To take what's Arthur's, because he took Angela? To hurt her for leaving? To bend each of us until we break, so you can reshape us as you will?"
Adam lifted one hand, slowly, long fingers slowly tracing down Daniel's cheek, and his lips curved slowly, eyes lighting up with something bright that might have been triumph. "Yes." Daniel's eyes widened in something like shock, and Adam kept up his slow caress along bone and flesh, his thumb tracing the curve of Daniel's lips as he met his eyes again. "Yes," he repeated, his voice little more than a breath over the other man's lips as he leaned in until they were a whisper apart. "I want."
Daniel gave.