I'm genuinely so excited for this one-shot today. It's going to be Adrian X Adrian again but I haven't seen many where Earth-X Adrian is trans & I'm keen to explore that concept as a transman myself. Representation arise!
'BROADWAY DINER' šŖ Vigcest 90s slasher AU šŖš§āāļø
took me 4 business days to finish bc ive been busy lately š water is rising again n there may be a power outage soon! my trip to another city to attend the finals of my scientific research project is also whacked... unlucky š
VERY much appreciate that comic u made so awesome man,,,,digging in to the expectations on him growing up in that world and everything INCREDIBLE MAN
you got me!!!
im thinking about how bdrian was raidsed in a fascist system. he internalized those rules to survive but eventually broke away from the ideology intellectually (not emotionally) while adrian grew up safe w his chaotic brain chemistry, lack of purpose n constant need for stimulation, he bounced from obsession to obsession
POV you're Adrian chase and you drunkenly wander into alternate Adrian's secret room
Pairing: Adrian Chase x alternate Adrian Chase
Tags: Minors dni, Slight season 2 spoilers, smut, explicit, alcohol, blood, sadism, masochism, selfcest, pov you are Adrian chase that's not a joke. It's a pov
I sway, stumbling for my keys. The bottle in my other hand is getting in the way. I hold it between my legs? No? Under arm? Maybe. No. No. Legs was so much better and only hurts a little.
Picking out what key goes to what lock is a lot more challenging inebriated. They keep clunk, clunk, clunking into the wrong holes. Fuck.
Gold glasses mutters something. "Mom, please. I'm busy," he shouts, opening the door. "Oh! It's you!" His disdain turns into joy. "Or me," We laugh at that, but he looks at me confused. "Are you drunk?"
"Oh absolutely," I man handle the bottle out from my legs and display it for him. "Want a sip?"
"Wine drunk on a Thursday? Don't mind if I do." He grabbed it and only took a sip. "What made you pick wine? I mean it does make us feel a sort of sexiness vodka and beer don't." The other Adrian nodded, moving out of the way for me.
"Exactly," I stumble through the door and look at what he's workshopping. "Oh shit! Our suit!"
He locked the rooms door.
"Yeah totally fucking totaled. I'm running out of materials to patch it with," He had picked up some of the pant and showed how shredded it was.
"Fuck," I complain, leaning in to take a closer look. "And you can't wear it at all?"
"What? It's got big holes in it. I mean technically I would just show more skin than we'd like. I've been working on it non-stop." Adrian crossed his arms and leans against the table. He's so just like me, but cooler. It's crazy.
"What about feeling ourselves?" I look up at him. It clicks. Where's the bottle? Oh. It's in my hand. What a relief. I take another sip and it's room temperature, but it's sweet and easy to swallow.
The other Adrian tsks. He's obviously just as disappointed as me. We kind of shrug and I hand him the bottle again. Oh to put it on or not to put it on. He nods. "Ok. I'll put it on, but we gotta be careful. There's like a shitton of hand stitching on this i haven't reinforced yet."
The joy I feel radiates through me.. This has gotta be what getting tickets before scalpers feel like or maybe sunshine or whatever.
Standing up too quickly I stumble back. The floor feels like it's getting tugged out from under me. Gold glasses just laughs. I laugh too. Silver glasses. That's me. Absolutely unreal. I get my footing.
He sets down the bottle and starts to undress. His shirt. His pants. Then the suit. This time much more cautious. He avoids the large holes, trying to not get his foot caught and tear a bigger hole. Everything on except for the gloves. With a little pat on his shoulders and a spin he was done.
"So cool," I mumble.
"So cool!" He repeats with much more enthusiasm. "You do a spin now."
I spin and show him the suit intact before thinking about the consequence of spinning. The room felt like it was ebbing and flowing against me. Like wading in a warm, salty, shallow body of water.
Adrian shook the wine bottle, taking another sip. "Dude. There's like 3/4ths left of this bottle. You ok?" He looked at me with concern. God I should tell him about my feelings sometime. He would understand.
"That's your bottle. I drank mine on the way here." I explain. I'm totally capable of standing right now, but he still approaches me.
"Dude! That's sick!" He steps closer. He's examining me. "Are your glasses square?"
"Yours aren't? Why would we even do that?" I ask with a curious shrug.
He also does a curious shrug. There's a pause.
Surely we are thinking about it. The differences between us. If there are any more. We should get naked. For science. I want a closer look. I want to know if our freckles align on our back. Or if he gets as pink as me when he's flustered. Or if he tastes like red wine right now. Or if I'll just taste the inside of my own mouth. Would his saliva even mix with mine? Or would that in itself cause some sort of dimensional paradox.
He takes another sip..
He's not as quite as drunk as I am. That's fine. We'd still want to know right? The sex has got to be insane. He'd know exactly what to do. I wouldn't even have to say anything. No one else could even compare. It's the perfect solution.
"You know what we should do?" Gold glasses smile with a little pep in his step. "On the count of three. One, two-"
"Make out."
"Practice wi, " Gold glasses cuts himself off.
There's another pause.. This one is worse. Is he judging me? No way he's judging me. If he was judging me he'd tell me. He's me. The excitement turns into a pit of dread and a little desperation. I can feel my face sour, but his just looks back at me. Like a fun house mirror
"You'd make out?" Gold glasses asked. I wish I could read him better.
"Uh, duh," I say defensively. "Don't you wanna know?"
Adrian shrugs. "Yeah of course. That's like the best part of there being two of us. I also know exactly what makes us ick out so there's no worry. Unless there are differences between us."
The dread subsides but the desperation lingers. "Exactly. This could be it." I want his hand in the back of my hair. Would we be able to get over the fact that we are copies of each other? It's killing me to know.
Other Adrian isn't far where he stands. He rushes me, placing his both hands on either side of my face, holding me still. I can't tell if I'm swaying, but his hands are hard and calloused. He presses his lips against mine and they're soft and warm. We're soft and warm.
Thank God he's holding me. It feels like the room is spinning or I'm melting. Or both. My body is so warm from the alcohol. He tilts his head and deepens the kiss. It felt like he was searching for something. He doesn't taste like anything besides subtly of wine. The same wine I was drinking. The kiss is wet though. I'm not missing the saliva. If all science was like this we'd have a lot more people in stem. Not me though. Someone has got to keep the streets safe from maniacs.
It takes me a few seconds to realize he's pulled himself off of me. "Alright. Now you come here." He said, giddy. Gold glasses walks back over to his workbench, taking another sip.
I follow with my hand out for the bottle. He grabs my hand and before I can even think to defend myself his hand is in my hair and the side of my face is shoved into his desk. There's a ringing in my ears and a sharp sting of my arm being twisted. *Fuck* I'm disoriented. I try to blink myself out of it. He looks over me with a look of pity.
"Sorry. I should have warned you." He cocked his head to the side.
"No. That'd ruin the surprise," I try to explain, but I sputter across his desk. This is exactly what I wanted.
"That's what I thought," He shined over me with pride. Then twisted me further into the desk.
I groan. Fuck he's good. His hands are battered and beaten and in my curls. Those hands kill Nazis. That's so hot. I kill Nazis too, but like that's mostly what he does. He is exactly like me but cooler.
He runs his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip. He lifts me up and I can feel my glasses start to teeter off my face.. I stifle a whimper. God I hope those don't break. Those are expensive. He pulls me by my hair back farther and plucks my glasses off my face.
I hear them hit the ground but I don't see them. I look up to him and he's got a huge goofy grin across his face. We're both enjoying this.
With a great velocity he slams my face into the side of the table. The first thing I hear is a crunch and then next thing I feel is my entire face on fire. All I can do is wince and hold my face in place as I whine.. "Fuck, my nose."
He laughs and like a rag doll he tosses me back over the side of the table and presses his body against mine. He's hard. Of course he is. My blood is smearing on his table as I try to get a good look at him. God I'd hate to mess with me. He knows exactly how to push me to my limits without going overboard. A seed of doubt was planted. He'd stop, right? He wouldn't kill me, right?
I finally get an angle to look at him. He looks so good doing this. I sputter again, like I'm trying to say something, but nothing comes out. My neck is strained too far and I'm having difficulty just trying to keep my knees from buckling.
"You ok? You enjoying this?" Gold glasses ask me. I nodded weakly. Of course I'm enjoying this. "I'm really enjoying this, Adrian," He adds, his hands sliding down to my hips. A wave of relief washes over me and a rush back up my spine. Adrian I play it back in my head. I wanna say something back. Me too, Adrian. But that's lame. I can tell, Adrian that's cooler AND smug. Like we're enemies or something.
I don't even notice him unbuckling my pants until his entire hand snuck into the opening and cradled me from outside my underwear. A moan gets caught in my throat.
He uses his body weight to crush me against the edge of the table. A slow and grueling type of pain. The only relief is the palming he is doing as I grow harder in his hand. He pulls down my underwear and he can tell I'm getting too comfortable. With his other hand he grabs my hair again and yanks my neck back. My immediate reaction is to grab at his hands and beg.
I began to wail, "Please." I hope it falls on deaf ears. It stings and it's impossible to swallow at the angle, but between my wine reddened cheeks and gold glasses quickening his strokes it all felt like a type of pounding bliss.
"You're begging? C'mon we're better than this," Adrian teases playfully. He leans low, using more of his weight against me.
I snivel. I just want to cum. "Uh, yeah. You have an unfair advantage." My voice is hoarse from the angle. "Had it been a fair fight I'd probably be on top of your right now."
Without skipping a beat he pounded my head back into the desk. All I see are stars and the world's distorting. It's harder staying awake, seeing more blood splattered below me and the agonizing pain of my broken nose being revisited. He chuckles though and takes his hand out of my hair to let me rest. So kind of me is what goes through my head. Breathing is a chore at this point. All I can do is whimper and spit out blood. I keep my head down, using my arms as a cage around my hair so he can't yank it anymore. Please let me have this.
With a few more strokes he lets me cum and relieve all the tension built up.. I'm still too drunk for this and the room is spinning again. After a moment of panting and zipping myself up I turn around. He's really close and all I can do is lean backwards against the table. He isn't what I expected. He looks nervous.
"Was that last one too much?" He's doing that thing we do when half of our mouth looks like it's being pulled by a little puppet string. That kind of worry.
"What?" I slur. "No." I still slur.
"You looked really hot though," Eyebrows perk up behind his gold glasses.
We chuckle and all I can taste is blood in my mouth at this point.
The other Adrian grabs my face again and pulls me in for another kiss. We both know he mostly just wants to see what making out with blood is like. I grab onto his wrists back and carefully kiss him. Regardless he still bumps into my nose shooting knee buckling levels of pain up my spine. I just whimper into the kiss and it makes him more cautious.
This kiss is longer than the first one and more thoughtful.
When he pulls away the little blood smears make the corner of my mouth curl. He's looking at me again. He's nervous again.
I've got too much floating in my head right now to try and guess what he's thinking. I never want to anyway. I look at him with worry and cock my head to the side. "What's wrong?"
"I'm still really hard," He whines.
With an "Oh!" I tip my head back in a bit of a laugh. "Why didn't you just say so? I wouldn't leave you hanging like that."
"Even in your current state?"
"Yes, dude. You were fucking amazing. I'm not gonna just dip after something like that," As I'm explaining I was the other Adrian's face lit up. "And you're hot. I thought it might be weird, but I wanted to look at you more than I actually could." I grab the wine bottle for one more sip. "You did a really good job, Adrian."
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