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aunt_zeldaTitle: The Eye of the Hurricane
Rating: R, methinks. I mean, I’m vague, but it’s still smutty.
Pairings, Characters: Adam/Hiro, mentions of Daphne, Elle, Claire, and Claude.
Word Count: 1, 357 (aprox.)
Spoilers, Disclaimer: If you haven’t seen up to episode 4 of V3 of Heroes, don’t read this. Also, I don’t own Heroes. If I did, Mohinder would have turned his pheromones on to SYLAR instead of She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
A/N: This is for everworld2662’s birthday, which was a long time ago, but we’ve both been so busy that I only got the prompt on the 8th and barely had enough time to finish before leaving for my week-long-no-computer-trip. It’s written in Second-person, which is becoming something of a trend for me. I know the title is awful, and I haven’t written Hiro/Kensadam … ever, actually, unless you count those drabbles. So … yeah, I had a lot of trouble writing this, and I hope it turned out well. (I’ll be playing around with this ‘D&D cell’ as it were, sooner rather than later, so be on the lookout!)
Prompt: "All this running around / well it's getting me down / Just give me a pain that I'm used to" – Depeche Mode (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EuDHEQyqu4U)
Your nerves are singing, even though Daphne was caught half an hour ago. The invisible man and the electrical girl are downstairs securing your ‘nemesis’ while the cheerleader tends to Ando. So much blood … but the cheerleader assured you that a bit of her blood will completely heal Ando’s wounds.
“She’s a chip off of the old block, eh, carp?”
You freeze as he puts his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. He snuck up on you (sneakiness is a common trait among villains) but you should have heard him enter the room. Perhaps if you ignore him he will leave you alone, slink downstairs and partake in the interrogation. You are purposely avoiding it, not only because you can’t bear the idea of inflicting pain on someone who hasn’t killed, but because you saw the insanity in the electrical girl’s eyes; the harsh edge to the invisible man’s demeanor.
A bit of those two is creeping into the cheerleader, and as troubling as you find that, you know that it’s something you shouldn’t interfere with.
“Mind you …” he’s saying, rubbing his head against yours in a very non-evil way. “I’m not sure if I’m referring to how much of Noah Bennet I see in her … or how much of myself.”
He licks at your neck, and you wrench out of his grasp, disgusted with him and horrified with yourself. He’s been like this ever since you pulled him out of the ground: touching you in the backseat of the car, grabbing you in shadows, grinding against you when he manages to corner you alone. You’re not sure if it’s because he’s been so deprived of physical contact, or because he genuinely … wants you. What’s terrifying is that a part of you doesn’t want to pull away from his touch. A part of you wants to wants to lean into him and let him … let him …
A sudden shriek from downstairs yanks you back to reality. You cross your arms to hide your wince, trying not to imagine what the invisible man and the electrical girl are doing down there to Daphne.
What are you doing here? What kind of mission is this? Daphne isn’t a villain, just a thief. She didn’t kill your father …
You miss the days when everything was clear: save the cheerleader … stop an exploding man … kill the ‘bad guy’… fix history …
Should you have killed him when you had the chance? Did locking him away, forcing him to die over and over again … did that make you a villain? Why is he inching closer to you right this second?
Another scream. Shriller. You wince openly now and avoid his eyes.
“Why are you doing this?” you whisper, staring at his shoes.
The shoes take a step forward. “Doing what?”
You shrug helplessly, feeling your ears go red.
“Am I making you uncomfortable, carp?” he asks, shoes almost toe-to-toe with yours.
You leap backwards in alarm, back hitting the wall in a horrible way. He’s between you and the door. You’re trapped. Can claustrophobia develop instantaneously?
He rocks back on the balls of his feet, smirking at you with a mouth that you know you shouldn’t think of as ‘pretty’ but you do. “Because I would hate to cause you any discomfort after all you’ve done for me.”
“Then … this is your method of revenge?” you can hear the relief in your voice … so why do you feel as though you’ve been doused with ice water?
Now he’s closer than ever, reaching up and resting his hand on the wall above your head. “Revenge?” he repeats, blinking long eyelashes down at you.
You’re not sure if the scream you’re hearing is coming from downstairs … or from inside your own head.
In desperation you conjure memories of Charlie, of Yaeko, of the adult manga you and Ando giggled over as teenagers …
And now his tongue is inside your mouth.
How did that happen?
You’re so shocked that for quite some time he has free reign over you. He slides one hand into your hair and another down your pants, all the while trying to engage your tongue in some kind of duel.
When you feel his fingers inside your underwear, you stop time with a squeak. Panting heavily, you manage to extricate yourself from him and step back, nervously pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.
He kisses with his eyes open. Somehow that doesn’t surprise you.
This is something that you never tire of: observing people when time stands still. You have no interest in what lies beyond the window, down on the street below, so you lean against the door and consider him from afar.
He probably wants to kill you, or at least seriously injure you for what you did to him, but right now you just want to forget that. You’re exhausted from hating him day after day; from trying to live up to your father’s expectations; watching Ando for signs of villainy; chasing Daphne halfway around the world with a group of people you’re not sure you should trust for a Company that locked you up.
Right now you are here and he is here. He seems to want you, and it strikes you as trivial to question that when there’s a myriad of missions out there, waiting to trip you up.
So, even though you know this is foolish and not at all how a hero ought to behave, you try something you’ve never even attempted before: pulling someone out of time.
In theory, this should work: you can teleport with people, so all you have to do is grab a hold of him and concentrate.
Still, you’re on edge and doubting yourself, so once you get a good grip on his arm, it takes you three tries to heave him into limbo.
He topples to the floor, dragging you with him, panting heavily.
“Yatta …” you whisper, smiling a little.
He raises an eyebrow.
“I stopped time.” you explain. At his glance to your hand on his arm, you blush “If I let go, you won’t be able to … stay.”
He glances out the window, then stares: mesmerized by the frozen rain; the lighting bolt captured in the sky; the cars stopped mid-stream; a truck lodged in the middle of a puddle: water arcing up in a motionless tsunami.
You’re not sure when you begin to undress each other, but he’s amazingly patient with your fumbling fingers, your inexperience in these matters. He keeps kissing you, and you almost wish that he’d stop and start trying to kill you again. You understand pain, and swords, and time travel. You thought that you understood villains; you were certain that you understood yourself … but now you’re not so sure.
You and he fall onto the tiny bed in the corner, clothes scattered haphazardly on the floor like an archipelago. He bites your neck and you briefly loose your grip on time: the splash on the sidewalk outside fizzles out, and then the rain freezes again.
And then everything is a vaguely painful, sweaty, wonderful blur. You cry out several times, gripping the sheets and desperately trying not to melt under his touch. He’s laughing above you, but also trying to discreetly wipe his eyes. You’re trying not to think about where your glasses landed, and then …
It happens to both of you at once, but his reaction is different than yours. His is a quiet release, with much panting afterwards and a drunken smile on his face. You, on the other hand, make a strangled sort of yelp in the back of your throat and fight for air, staring up at the ceiling in a tingling sort of awe.
You have no energy left to maintain the time-stop, so you let go as you slump onto the pillows.
Thunder roars. The lights flicker overhead.
He hesitates, then tentatively snuggles beside you, cautiously draping an arm over your chest.
You smile and close your eyes.
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Date: 2008-10-11 10:19 pm (UTC)The way you've description of the rain.
I feel sorry for Daphne
Me ha gustado sobre todo las escenas de sexo.
La manera que has descricion de la lluvia.
me da pena Daphne
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Date: 2008-10-12 01:39 am (UTC)Sí,pobre Daphne! Yo no querría estar en sus zapatos!
La lluvia fue agregado tarde, soy feliz que cabe.
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Date: 2008-10-12 02:10 pm (UTC)And, hee, you listened to the song! Isn't it wonderful? =D
Anyway, the lines that were totally amazing: ♥:
You’re not sure if it’s because he’s been so deprived of physical contact, or because he genuinely … wants you.
I like this one because it rings very true (& reminds me of that Cassandra/Doctor kiss, actually! =D)
Can claustrophobia develop instantaneously?
^^ Man, you've got Hiro down pat!
He kisses with his eyes open. Somehow that doesn’t surprise you.
Or any of us, really. Again--very Adam. Your grasp on characters = win, basically. =D And such a lovely little detail!
You’re not sure when you begin to undress each other, but he’s amazingly patient with your fumbling fingers, your inexperience in these matters. He keeps kissing you, and you almost wish that he’d stop and start trying to kill you again.
*wibbles*! Adam's patience, Hiro's inexperience, the idea that Adam won't stop kissing him...are you trying to kill me, woman?! This is ridiculously adorable! (Besides, there is this whole insane worshipful dimension to Kiro & Aro ((it'll stick! Promise!) that fits the psychological dimension of obsessive-kissing XD))
AND THEN YOU GIVE ME SNUGGLING.
<3<3<3<3<3<3!!!
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Date: 2008-10-12 04:20 pm (UTC)Huzzah for warming hearts! (Yes, the song is ... PERFECT. I must listen to more of their songs ...)
I like this one because it rings very true (& reminds me of that Cassandra/Doctor kiss, actually! =D)
Yeah, I hadn't thought about that, but you're right ... did Cassandra just want a song and a rush, or did she really fancy the Doctor? I mean, this is DAVID TENNANT we're talking about, after all ...
YAY, I write Hiro well! (Maybe because we're both fangirls, but still, I don't think I've written him much, so thank you for that!)
Or any of us, really. Again--very Adam. Your grasp on characters = win, basically. =D And such a lovely little detail!
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! *squees to self* Adam is so ... I dunno, EASY to write. He has no rules, no limits, ya know? Wheras Hiro ... writing Hiro was a challenge, but him being so scared and confuzzled made things simplier for me.
No, I'm not trying to kill you, this was my hair-pulling attempt to write 'Aro' (Hiram? Adro? Nakamonroe?) *fans you desperately*
I don't think Hiro's so much a virgin here, like, I think he's had a few expiriances, but mostly with girls and not many at all, which was a decision I based purely on the fact that I didn't have enough time to go through nervous-virgin-Hiro thoughts. And I love that Adam wasn't all *flying leap nom nom nom* for the most part and took his time because I think he really and truely cares about our Hiro, in his own, 'I killed your father and hate your guts' kind of way ...
Obsessive-kissing ... that's good ... *nods head sagely*
I wasn't sure about the snuggling, then I realized that Adam had to do or say SOMETHING at the end and then I had this image of him going all British-puppy-eyes-"can-I-touch-you?" and ... yeah, I'm a total SAP at heart, I must have burned through my angst during all that dub-con Mylar at the beginning of my career ...
YAY! Hearts! *dances* Thank you thank you thank you! This was a BLAST!
(P.S. There will be more in this whacky setup soon, from different perspectives. Elle/Claire, Claude/Peter, maybe some one-sided Hando ... so even though I'm going to be missing from the interwebs for a week, keep your eyes peeled once I retureth!)
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Date: 2008-10-13 12:24 am (UTC)That's sort of exactly why I loved it--you can't be sure. Just like dragondie says actually--not knowing Adam's motives = win.
I agree, too, that Hiro wouldn't be totally inexperienced--but as far as I can see, it doesn't matter HOW many times Hiro's had sex, he's gonna be the type to ALWAYS be nervous and 'inexperienced'...if that makes any sense. ESPECIALLY if Adam's anywhere in the equation.
Oh, dear. I pray for the day I can write a fic that doesn't have massive servings of angst on the side. It just seems to be beyond me!
Thank you thank you again. I'm glad you enjoyed writing it. ^^
(Ohhh, man, I'm such a believer in one sided Hando...)
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Date: 2008-10-12 04:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-12 09:14 pm (UTC)Lovely, lovely, lovely.
I've been missing Kiro. I'm working on a short fic now, and another fanmix. XD
Can't. Wait. For. Tomorrow...
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Date: 2008-10-13 02:13 am (UTC)I really like how you got into Hiro's head here - how he was trying to think about Charlie, Yaeko, and the manga (hee!), and how torn up he was about being propositioned by Adam like that. The imagery of what the "scene" looked like while time had been stopped was wonderful. I love your description of the rain and the lightning bolt. Another thing I really liked about this was how you incorporated Hiro's ability, and how you made mention of him wanting to look at people while they were frozen. It's an interesting aspect that I think works well with Hiro, especially because he's so curious.
Adam was great in this. I could totally picture the drunken smile on his face, and I like how mischievous he was being with Hiro.
This is my favorite line:
You miss the days when everything was clear: save the cheerleader … stop an exploding man...kill the ‘bad guy'...fix history...
It's awesome, and it makes me want to hug Hiro. Though Adam's reassurance worked well enough in this fic! xD
Fantastic job on this!
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Date: 2008-10-13 04:53 pm (UTC)I can't articulate a response to this level of awesome. FANTASTIC, Zel-chan. <333333333 You DEFINITELY write Adam/Hiro VERYYYYYYYYY well! I especially think that you do 2nd POV REALLY well and that has to be one of the hardest to pull off--if not THE hardest. Great, GREAT job. <3 *huggle*
(And sorry I didn't get to this fic sooner! I was gone Sunday; it's like my only real day off and I'm usually gone for the day playing in the local YGO tourney or rping and/or hanging out with my friends.)
This was so awesome that you my favorite icon (and one which I use when I see/read such awesome stuff!): the Jumping Joker!
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Date: 2008-10-28 04:11 am (UTC)And I love the AU. Elle, Claire, Claude, Adam, Hiro and Ando. Awesomesauce.
And now I've totally got this theory where Elle learned the whole open-eyed kissing thing from Adam, and has since taught it to Claire.
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Date: 2008-10-28 08:50 pm (UTC)I love this AU more than I love the show at this point. *sigh* I'm trying to keep it as closely tied to the show as I possibly can, but as the season goes on that may become more difficult. *draws a deep breath* Whatever, I can take it ... I think.
And now I've totally got this theory where Elle learned the whole open-eyed kissing thing from Adam, and has since taught it to Claire.
You can think whatever you want, dearie! I have no idea where to go from after 'Phoenix Arisen' so have at it! (I'll be posting an idea poll later today ...)
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Date: 2008-10-30 01:42 am (UTC)I'm loving fic more than the show pretty much consistently. Except for this episode. I find it easier to do an AU that so distant from the show than do one that's close.
Damn. I might have to write that. Stop encouraging me.
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Date: 2008-11-12 08:27 am (UTC)And then I DIED!!! Oh my god, woman. This was breathtaking. I've never been a fan of Kire, but but but... wow. You captured both of them so perfectly. The way Adam just keeps on kissing Hiro, that he's all "panting afterwards and a DRUNKEN smile on his face"
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
I'm madly in love with you, you're aware of this, yes?
So, okay... I'm going to go... I dunno... this kinda made my night. There's nothing left for me to do now...
*hopes House hurries up and comes on*
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Date: 2008-11-12 10:22 pm (UTC)So, okay. I came here to see if there was any more Doctor fic (cos yours is the only ones I'll read
adfalksjfadljfaljfldasfjas!!!!!111!!!!!11!!!!1!!!! *flings arms around you*
NO! Don't die! *necromancies you back up* I love this fic too ... I'm very proud of it, I'd never really written Hiro before, and never a Kiro fic (except for little drabbles.)
I made your night? Wow ... your comment just improved my bad day! *hugs*
(You like House too? I've only recently begun ... still watching S2 via Netflix ... House/Wilson FTW!)
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Date: 2008-11-13 03:23 am (UTC)*takes deep breath* I'm alive again, lol. Many thanks.
I'm glad my comment made u happy. You deserve wonderful happiness for making me all good-moody after a bad day. :D
House... only gets better. I'm on S4 (yay) atm and still loving the Hilson undertones. :)
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Date: 2008-11-13 12:03 pm (UTC)*headdesk* Noooooooooo ... I just wanna be a novelist someday and write fanfic in my 'spare time.'
Yay! I haven't had to raise someone from the dead in a while ...
*beams* Life really IS good ... despite the whole Prop 8 thingy ... *growls* did you hear about that challenge I started?
OMG last night's episode was SO DAMN SLASHY I almost DIED! Now my doubting Lost-buddy is seeing it too!
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Date: 2008-11-14 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
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