31_days | [Mar. 6] [Original] Parasite Adam

Title: Parasite Adam
Day/Theme: Mar 6/ You are everything, I--
Fandom: Original
Rating: R (sex. con and non-con)
Warning: Gay. Boys. Having Sex. With Each Other.
Word Count: 643
A/N: A rough draft for a piece I intend to make longer. Be unkind.

Adam liked Carpenter because he had a first name that should have been a last, because he wore rimless glasses, because he raised his hand a lot and never said anything stupid, and when he spoke he said a lot of words Adam didn't understand like "paradigm" and "allegory". Adam liked to watch Carpenter's lips shape the words, the long tangled syllables Adam always tripped over spoken with such ease and that they became a different language. Carpenter liked Adam's silence and dangerously long lashes, and for a while, that was enough.

During one afternoon that was identical to every other afternoon they spent together, Adam sat wordlessly listening to Carpenter bubble over with literary theories that no other boy his age would put up with hearing. Carpenter's hands moved like a symphony director's as he talked, and Adam nodded his head at anything Carpenter seemed especially excited to say. When Carpenter seemed done, Adam reached up and took Carpenter's tie in his hand and tugged, reeling an unresisting Carpenter in until their lips collided, and that was enough.

Two years later, when they were juniors at the Red Ridge Preparatory Academy for Boys, it wasn't enough. Two years wore off the charm of messy kisses inside broom closets, grabbing at each other's cocks through their school uniforms while jumping at the sound of every footstep. Two years of one-sided conversations. Carpenter liked the silence of thoughtfulness, but Adam's silence seemed to him to stem from an absence of thought.

Carpenter told Adam as such, and without so much as grunt Adam turned and stormed off into the woods behind the school. When Adam returned the next day Carpenter found him an entirely different kind of fuck, although Adam's unhurried exploration of every angle of Carpenter's body, Adam's wide-eyed wonder and his slow little kisses, were something more akin to making love than sex. But being seventeen, Carpenter felt that under no circumstances could you call the act that unless you happened to be a girl.

Things were alright again, for a while, until Carpenter walked into geography class after hours carrying a few rolled up maps and saw tiny white tendrils emerged out of Adam's hands and pushed into their geography teacher's nose. The maps made a hollow sound as they dropped to the floor, bounced, and rolled away. Adam continued, the tendrils quivering, his geography teacher's eyes rolling back into his head.

"It's alright." Carpenter heard someone behind him and spun around. He saw Mr. Cronenberg, his math teacher in the doorway. "I won't hurt you."

"What? What the hell is-" Carpenter sputtered, when Mr. Cronenberg walked inside, followed by a thick knot of boys.

"I've become so many things before," Mr. Cronenberg said, in a voice that sounded like his, but something about the words were off. "So many worlds. I take and I become. But I've never...taken love before. You are the only thing I could never take, I could never want to take."

A dozen different voices called his name, with the same inflections, with the same pleading tone. Teachers and classmates advanced on him with outstretched arms. Someone grabbed him from behind. Four, six, eight, ten, hands fell on him, pinning him, unraveling his tie, lifting his shirt up and pulling his pants down.

"I'll take-," What used to be his history teacher Mr. Gunn said.

"-care of you," What used to be a senior named James said.

"You won't have to-" Another voice.

"-worry about anything-" And another. And another. And another.

Carpenter screamed, but the hands continued to touch and stroke, with fingers soft and calloused, with fingernails long and short, pinching his nipples, cupping his cock, squeezing his ass. Every eye fixated on him. Strange lips, some smooth, some wet, some dry and brittle kissing his neck, his forehead, his legs, his stomach, opening and tasting him, licking, gently biting.

"You are everything to me, Carpenter! And-"

"I'll become everything-

"And be everyone to you."