Release – Chapter 8
The Unbeatable Rock
Summary: For years, Hadrian Potter ran from the supernatural world, using his abilities to mask himself as human. But as he returns to help the Cullens with an inexplicable problem, his past begins to catch up with him in the deadliest of ways. Jacob/Harry (TwilightUniverse)
Disclaimer: I do not and never will own any of Twilight or Harry Potter books every in my life. This story is purely fandom and I don't own any of the characters or pairings that came from the original series.
Notes: This chapter has a lot. Simply put a lot. So much that it was hard to write because I thought I gave away too much but it's okay. As long as you all enjoy it, that's fine for me.
TopPop: Thank you! I know there are some errors that I'm trying to go through and fix, but I forget to get all of them sometimes. Thanks for your review though!
JtheChosen1: I'm glad you like those parts – there are more in this chapter for sure.
Top Demon Princess: Haha, I never would've thought of that – but no. Unfortunately not.
Mistress of Darkness32: Well, I accidentally put the "powerful vampire" phrase in there twice. Personally both Albus and Hadrian are powerful in their own manners. About Draco and Ginny, you'll just have to wait and see for that one.
Lizzosaur: Yes, they are.
312010: Maybe. I've been dropping a lot of hints here and there and have made it a little too obvious for my liking. More about what's happening will be revealed as time goes, for sure.
Thanks to Neshvidha, Valentina Alexandrea Sparrow, Lizzy Phoenix, megipegi, and xDarklightx for reviewing!
6796 BC – Hoga-wetar Shrine
"Hadrian! Hadrian, where are you?"
Hermione's shrill voice rang throughout the marble hallway, reverberating across the floor.
The sharp click of a door opening answered her unspoken question.
"Hermione, I'm right here."
For a brief second, Hermione almost shivered at Hadrian's ice cold tone. The ebony haired vampire stood in front of her, clad in his gleaming black armor robes, swirling around him like a great pair of onyx wings. His armored hands were crossed over his lithe frame, his viridian eyes boring holes in Hermione's form. Hadrian's black hair curled lightly at the ends, falling lazily over his golden forehead, down to his neck.
Nine years of vampirism had done him well.
Out of the phenomenally beautiful population of the shrine, Hadrian's beauty was unmatched, glittering like a diamond.
"Hermione, why did you call me?"
His suddenly gentle tone startled Hermione.
The honey-haired vampire gulped and closed her eyes, waiting for the explosion that was about to come from Hadrian. "Tom wants to see you in his private chambers, and he wants you to come immediately." Hermione always hated being the bringer of bad news, especially when it was such a delicate matter like this.
Tom and Hadrian's relationship had been on the rocks for years now.
The first few months of their fling as humans, had been wonderful for both of the psychics. Hadrian was happy all the time and Tom even cracked a smile here or there, breaking his normally ice cold persona. But after the vampire change had happened, Tom had virtually abandoned Hadrian on his conquest for more power.
"Why does he even care?"
Hadrian's voice was so soft, that Hermione's vampire senses barely recognized it.
"Hadrian," this time her voice was soft and soothing, as she placed her hand on Hadrian's soft check.
It was no secret to everyone in the shrine that Bellatrix, Tom's highest ranked priest, was practically obsessed and besotted with him. After the first incident where Tom cheated on Hadrian with Bellatrix, Hadrian went and impulsively gulped down the vampire venom that kick started everyone's change into immortals. Recently, as in the past nine years, Tom had been turning hundreds of mortals to become their warriors after they had taken over the capital of Mesopotamia, Miaran. But the entire time, Tom had been indulging himself in the special services of Bellatrix.
And Hadrian found out yesterday.
Hermione had never seen Hadrian loose his cool, the way he did yesterday. His bright green eyes were spitting acid at Tom's stoic figure, and his screams and shrieks were heard throughout the entire shrine. Even Albus, was wise even enough to stay far away from the explosion site later on. At first, Hermione had even wondered if Tom felt sorry or not – he hadn't even flinched at Hadrian's biting shrieks yesterday, and his icy crimson eyes remained focused on Hadrian's diminutive form compared to his. Tom wasn't the same these days, he was reserved, speaking mainly with his priests, but then –
Hermione cocked her head. What was she even thinking?
She couldn't fathom where that thought had come from. Tom loved Hadrian!
"Hadrian, he loves you. He may have been tempted by Bellatrix, who is practically is all over him all the time. You know in your heart that you love him so much, and that he returns your love, because he's just not used showing his love like that."
As Hadrian nodded, Hermione was confused.
Where did that come from? She was planning on telling Hadrian, that he was better off without Tom.
"I should go see him, shouldn't I?"
"Yes, you should."
No. That's not what she wanted to say.
Hadrian closed his private chamber doors behind him, sharing one last look with Hermione's chocolate eyes. "Thank you, Hermione," he whispered before he stalked down the hallway, his robes flaring and billowing behind him, as though he even had wings.
"You're welcome." She murmured.
Hermione turned slowly.
She couldn't remember why she was here.
All she remembered was one phrase, reverberating through her head – Tom loves Hadrian.
July 27, 2013 – Outside the Cullen Residence
"Focus, Emmett, focus!"
"No, you just look constipated."
As Emmett burst out laughing, Hadrian looked up, an amused expression on his bright face. He truly couldn't remember a moment in the past few thousand years, when he had been this happy. There was of course the moments with Jacob, which were placed in a special place in his heart, but the Cullens were something special to him as well, a unique set of people who seemed to not judge him on first glance.
"Now remember guys, the key to fighting mentally talented vampires is to literally place a block on your mind. Especially when they are on the offensive, like mental strikes or psychic blasts, imagining a brick wall to guard your most precious memories or stories is the best option. And make sure all your worst memories and fears are held by this wall. Remember, if Bella is focused on another attacker or attack, you can't rely on her to protect you from mental attacks. Shall we try it out?"
A chorus of "Yes!" greeted Hadrian pleasantly.
Hadrian smiled, he had never imagined, teaching could be so fun.
He observed the group slowly – Jasper, Alice, Edward, Emmett, Rosalie, Carlisle, and Esme. Bella was out with Renesmee, shopping in Port Angelos for the young fifteen year old. The hybrid girl grew rapidly, her features changing in a matter of weeks, from what Hadrian observed. As time passed, she spoke more with Hadrian, her sentences unsure and timid near the vampire, but she still preferred conveying her thoughts via touch.
"Now block your minds, calm your minds with a few deep breaths, and feel the imaginary wall settle over your thoughts, your memories, your fears, and every emotion you've experienced – leave nothing out that can be used against you in an attack."
Rubbing his bracelets for good luck, Hadrian extended a tendril of his power to each of the vampires.
He was sure to not use too much power, else accidentally destroy their minds. Immediately, he saw the resistance in Edward and Jasper, whose emotional and mental abilities allowed them strength in these fields. Alice was too chipper, memories flying through her mind, memories from her own mind, or even visions of past moments all circling quickly through her head. Rosalie's strong protection stunned Hadrian for a second, and then he remembered how much she pushed people away and kept herself isolated. Esme, Emmett and Carlisle's minds were painfully left open, like an unguarded bank safe. Hadrian saw through them instantly.
"Well," he opened his eyes, surveying the group. "Edward and Jasper are ready to go. Rosalie, congratulations, you have a gift for this. The rest of you, not so much. But that's okay; we'll work on it slowly. The main thing that many of you haven't faced is physical attack."
"But how can you test that on us? You only have psychic abilities." Jasper looked at him curiously.
Hadrian smiled, maybe they were worth it.
"I lied, remember? That's one aspect of my ability, there's more to it unfortunately. But let's not delve into that." Hadrian confirmed softly. He wasn't sure how the Cullens would take the news but sooner or later, his ability would break out. He had a feeling that Alice and Bella were noticing things about his abilities recently as well.
The Cullens only furrowed their eyebrows before looking back at him.
He knew they had more questions for him, but now wasn't the time.
"Now, let's think of someone who can teleport. Unfortunately, I can't teleport but this rock will suffice-"
The Cullens' eyes widened comically as a small chunk of dirt and grass folded itself and compressed into a hard rock, dragging itself into the air, small dirt pieces falling through the air back onto the ground. Hadrian's eyes were barely narrowed, but just enough to show his control over the rock.
A bare whisper from Edward interrupted him.
"Is that your ability? The earth?"
Hadrian waved his hand at him dismissively. "I told you, don't fret about that? Your answer will come in due time, I just wanted to let you all know that I do have another ability, but one that requires safe keeping and cannot be revealed at first glance. Now, each one of you will individually be fighting this rock as though it is a newborn that can teleport. Understand?"
Rosalie practically scoffed at him. "How can that match up to a newborn?"
"Don't underestimate the rock, Rosie-"
The rock suddenly disintegrated, falling into the ground into small dust pieces.
"The rock doesn't even work Hadrian!" she argued, her hand pointing at the remains of the rock.
"Or does it?"
Hadrian gestured behind Rosalie.
The blonde-haired vampire turned slowly, her face set into an argumentative mode and her mind thinking of thousands of possibilities of what was behind her. But as she turned, all she was faced with was the same rock.
Rosalie whipped around. "But how did it-"
"Think of the rock as a newborn that can teleport. Make sense?"
Hadrian's voice was quiet, yet firm – the message was loud and clear to the Cullens.
Don't question Hadrian's tactics.
"Now, shall we proceed? Who wants to go first?"
Jasper was curious. What kind of tactics could this vampire teach them?
And as Jasper stepped forward, the rock suddenly seemed bigger. Jasper focused his eyes on it, then suddenly lashed out with his fist, his arm a blur to the naked eye as the Cullen's gasped, sure of the impending crash.
Jasper turned around viciously, to see the floating rock behind his head, bobbing merrily in the air.
"Try and hit the rock Jasper."
Hadrian's smirk was more than enough to fuel Jasper.
This was going to be a long lesson.
6796 BC – Hoga-wetar Shrine in Tom's Chambers
Hadrian burst into the room, his robes flying around him and his eyes gleaming.
He wanted Tom to feel the burning jealously, love and absolute hatred that he harbored for the man at the moment. Tom never publically returned his feelings and practically used him as a sex toy in bed, and now he was replaced with some priestess bimbo who fawned over Tom's every move?
"Why me Tom?" he spat.
Tom stood far past him, his posture straight and firm, his arms clasped behind his back over his luxurious robes of Mesopotamian priests, and his pale form held high. He looked beyond the window of the room, looking far over the new city that had come under their rule nine years ago. The city had been destroyed, the normal people killed, vanquished, and relieved of all their blood. Some of the stronger ones had been turned to join their army, and much of the city was burned except for the surrounding areas of the main shrine.
"Answer me, Tom! Are you sure you don't want some sex whore like Bellatrix all day?" Hadrian's voice was ice cold, his stance ready for battle.
Tom's voice sent shivers down Hadrian's spine.
"My sweet Hadrian," Tom turned to face Hadrian.
And at that moment, Hadrian momentarily forgot all his anger at the horrendous man, his eyes roaming down Tom's body. Tom's gleaming red eyes shone bright in the room, his masculine jaw and rough stubble suiting his angular face. He wore pristine black robes; open at his chest, showing off his impressive physique, immortalized by the venom he had taken years ago.
Hadrian shook his head.
"I'm angry at you! Stop charming me like that."
The vampire walked away from Tom, intent on keeping his anger towards the older man. But as Tom stalked towards him, the way a predator stalks towards a helpless prey, his mouth smirking as he took towards the smaller vampire, Hadrian wasn't sure if he could stay angry.
"Hadrian, so powerful, yet so naïve."
Hadrian turned around sharply to meet Tom's narrowed crimson eyes.
"You honestly thought that I loved you." Tom looked down on him haughtily, his mouth sneering at his pathetic victim, blubbering on how much he loved the man. Now that he was an immortal, Tom had no more use of his "love" ruse, and could properly control the most physically powerful immortal alive.
Hadrian's eyes widened at Tom's harsh tone.
He stepped back slowly, murmuring, "Tom, what do you-"
Hadrian's cheek rattled with the force of the slap.
He looked up, his eyes wide and suddenly feeling cracks growing on his hard diamond like skin. Hadrian met Tom's cruel unforgiving red eyes and knew immediately that something was wrong. Something was so wrong and he didn't know what to do.
"Tom, what- what are you saying? You said you loved me." Hadrian tried to reason.
Tom's smirk grew wider on his face, but now it didn't look playful – it looked positively evil.
"Why would I love you, you little whore? You're needy, emotional and the only thing good about you is your ability to submit to me in bed. And now that I have a sure proof way of controlling you, I don't need to continue this pathetic love deal anymore."
Hadrian pushed forward, attempting to move away from Tom but he was slammed back into the wall, his head painfully hitting the wall as Tom's strong arms domineered him back. Tom leered at him, his smile vicious and biting.
"And for good measure, before you forget all this, I thought you should know. I killed your darling little parents and your idiotic godfather as well. They were easy to kill, as humans, but I knew, from you were born when I sensed your ability, that you had the potential to become the greatest weapon against humanity if you were controlled. So I did just that. Oh Hadrian, you pride yourself in your strength against enemies and your attitude of being better, but the sad thing is that you're a pathetic fool. And if you go against me, you'll die like your parents too."
Hadrian stood silent, his eyes wide.
"You killed them."
His voice was barely a whisper, unshed venom collecting in his eyes.
"You did that, just to get me? You monster." He breathed.
Tom only smiled wider.
"You selfish, terrible, egotistical, self-absorbed MONSTER!" Hadrian shrieked, his green eyes glowing with angry fire, his arms shaking with the power attempting to break free from him, and his hair blowing in the sudden wind that blew through the open windows.
Tom pulled away from him slowly.
"That's right Hadrian. Get angry. Release your power."
Hadrian couldn't stop the anger from overflowing.
"I SWEAR, I WILL KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME-"
"Now that's quite enough. A bit overdramatic for me." Tom mused lightly, his hair mussed up from the blowing wind.
"Shut up Hadrian," he held out his hand, a sudden blast of mental power enveloping Hadrian's mind. The power flew over Hadrian, weaving through Hadrian's own abilities and freezing them to each other, in other words, trapping the vampire in his own power. The powers mingled, the insidious power of Tom's suffocating Hadrian's power, pushing back into the immortal, swirling around him to create a cage around his own mind. The room shook with the sudden clash of powers of the two immortals, the wind slowing down as Hadrian's abilities were muffled like his screams.
Hadrian attempted to scream for help but found himself immobilized, his voice practically useless as his power lost its short battle with Tom's abilities. His mind suddenly felt calm and peaceful, but he knew that this wasn't right. Tom seemed to have control over him.
Suddenly, Hadrian found himself frozen, his arms motionless, his eyes wide and fearful.
"That's a good boy, Hadrian." Tom walked over to him, completely unfazed by the recent events. "I've been practicing that trick for nine years now. All I need was for you to unleash your power and I could manipulate it into your own prison over your mind. I may not have your physical abilities, but I have control of your mind, and now technically, control over you."
Hadrian was turned roughly, and his face was slammed into the wall.
"Now, I've always wanted to try something."
Hadrian felt Tom's cool hands slide over his neck.
Suddenly, Tom's hand clamped over Hadrian's mouth, muffling any possible screams from the hysterically frozen immortal boy. His other hand curled tightly on Hadrian's shoulder as he pressed his body against Hadrian's back. Slowly, he tilted Hadrian's head to the right, his hand gripping and squeezing Hadrian's body painfully.
"Scream for me, Hadrian. Scream." He murmured into Hadrian's ear.
And with a snarl, Tom's razor sharp teeth broke into the surface of Hadrian's rock hard skin, shattering it into tiny fragments on impact. Hadrian screamed in pain, his sounds muffled against Tom's tight hand, as Tom sank his teeth into the veins of the immortal.
And as Tom began to slowly taste the venom of Hadrian's veins, he moaned with delight.
The boy reeked of power, and his venom tasted like nothing he had ever tasted before.
Delicious didn't even describe it.
With a newly found strength, the older immortal burrowed his teeth into Hadrian's diamond skin, not even flinching at Hadrian's numerous screams and pleas that were stopped by his hand. He sucked into the venom eagerly, relishing the taste of the liquid, now accentuated by Hadrian's unique abilities and personality that had ingrained themselves into the venom.
But Hadrian was in extraordinary pain.
The feeling of losing his venom so quickly felt like he was losing himself. His identity was disappearing into Tom, already with the control of his body and mind. He screamed until his throat was course, shrieking as Tom sank his teeth lower into his neck.
Suddenly, Tom's hand was off his mouth.
"Tom," Hadrian was practically sobbing against the wall, his form weak and his eyes dull from the pain of Tom's bite. "Tom please, I beg of you, please stop." He rested heavily against the wall, having lost control over his entire repertoire of action.
"One more thing Hadrian," Tom whispered, his voice gravelly from the euphoria. "Call me, the Dark Lord."
And with that, Hadrian was slammed against the wall; Tom's mouth attached to his neck as Tom's cool hand tightly covered his mouth again as the other traveled towards his trousers. Quickly, his pants had been ripped off with a newfound strength. As Hadrian's muffled screams barely made themselves out the room, Tom hastily pulled his trousers down, unveiling his throbbing erection.
And suddenly, Tom's teeth weren't the only thing inside Hadrian.
July 27, 2013 – Port Angeles
"Where are you taking me?!"
Jacob couldn't help but laugh at Hadrian's indignant tone.
"Somewhere special, I promise." He shouted over the roar of the motorcycle.
The two were on Jacob's special motorcycle, polished and cleaned to perfection five times before this so-called date between Hadrian and him. As he had been polishing, he had gone through quite a few daydreams of him and Hadrian riding the cycle together, or per say, Hadrian riding him instead.
"I thought you said coffee or something!" Hadrian shouted into his ear, his arms tightly wound around Jacob's muscular waist.
"Well, I changed my mind." He returned the shout.
Jacob looked back towards the road, a giddy smile on his face.
He hadn't told anyone yet about the imprinting. Leah, Embry, and Quil wouldn't take it too well, he knew it, but he wasn't sure about how Seth would react too. He wasn't sure overall about how the entire pack to take to the fact that he wouldn't be having any loads of wolf pups, or getting married (in the near future) to his gorgeous wife, or to the fact, that he was bisexual. Jacob knew he liked women, he still admired them from afar, but his mind was filled with Hadrian, among other things. He wasn't sure what this was yet, but he knew that somewhere, deep inside, he was feeling something intense for Hadrian.
At times, he really couldn't distinguish if it was just lust, or extremely intense longing.
The two seemed interchangeable.
Hell, Jacob wasn't even sure if he had imprinted properly or not.
From all the stories that his various wolf buddies had told him about, he really hadn't experienced half of those when he saw Hadrian. Sure he felt like he needed to protect Hadrian, and that he really wanted to bang the hot vampire, but other than that, he wasn't really sure of what to feel. The main thing was that he felt like he already knew the vampire.
But all he could focus on Hadrian's smooth tan arms wound around his waist, and his gorgeous head nestled in the cleft between his shoulder and neck. Hadrian was literally wrapped around him and it was the hottest thing imaginable to Jacob.
"How on earth have you not gotten a ticket for speeding yet?!"
"What can I say?" he shrugged playfully, leaning forward on the motorcycle.
"Buckle up!" Jacob shouted suddenly, speeding up as they rushed down the curved road towards Port Angeles. He heard Hadrian's playful shriek in his ear and smiled widely at that – if it was anything he was going to do, he was going to let Hadrian have a good time, then of course, talk about everything going on.
And as Jacob began to slowly approach city traffic, the motorcycle revved down before coming to a complete stop.
"You are insane!" Hadrian laughed into his ear. "No helmets or anything?"
"Hey, I have helmets. I just choose not to use them on certain days."
Hadrian looked up into the bright city, lights shining throughout the streets, his face lit up with childlike wonder and excitement.
And a few minutes later, as Jacob pulled into a small alley and slid the motorcycle into a cleft in the wall with other motorcycles, Hadrian looked around curiously. The alleyway was practically empty save a small door on the right, practically hidden in the shadows.
Hadrian smirked up at him, "A nightclub?"
Jacob bit his lip. "They serve the best food and drinks, that is, before they turn into a crazy dance club after 11. Do you not like it? We can somewhere else, if you want?"
Instead of answering, Hadrian wound his arm with Jacob's, pulling him forward.
"Come on big boy."
And Jacob smiled and let Hadrian lead the two of them.
"So you're an insanely powerful vampire who is ridiculously old and super sexy? Alright then."
Hadrian chuckled at Jacob's confused expression after he finished telling him the details of his past. He had dumbed it down slightly, just like he had done with the Cullens, choosing to take out the especially gory and emotionally scarring parts, and would wait to tell him later if things managed to work out.
"Now do you get why I was so hesitant?"
Hadrian sipped nervously on his gin and tonic, licking his lips as he watched Jacob lean back.
Jacob nodded at him.
"I get it. But I feel something special with you – I don't know it's an imprint bond or if it's just love at first sight-" Jacob smiled as Hadrian laughed at his reference. "But you can't deny that there is something between us. And I don't want to force you into something but just try this out for the time being."
Hadrian looked unsure, looking down into his hands.
Jacob crossed his fingers under the small table, hoping that Hadrian would say yes.
"You're right – "
Jacob almost jumped in happiness.
"There's something about you that just sets me off. I can't control myself around you, stop any of my urges, and sometimes, I let things go too far. Jacob, I would love to try us for some time, but know that I have a ton of enemies that would love nothing more than to get their hands on you and see me suffer."
"I don't care Hadrian. You're all that I want." Jacob insisted firmly.
His hand enveloped Hadrian's smaller one – their different temperatures equally soothing to each other.
"Anyways," Hadrian's face suddenly adopted a cheeky smirk. "So are you gay, Jacob?"
Jacob's eyes widened.
"Oh um, I really don't-"
Hadrian laughed light, his laugh musical and clear. "I was just joking. You don't need to answer that."
Jacob sighed in relief. "I don't know yet. But I know this much, I'm gay for you."
The smaller vampire threw his head back as he laughed, exposing his gorgeously smooth neck, marred only by a small scar on the left hand side. Jacob chuckled deeply with him, gulping nervously as he couldn't stop staring at Hadrian's perfectly shaped body.
Hadrian was always clothed in sinfully tight clothing – tight black skinny jeans that showed off every curve of his body along with small boots on his tiny feet. He wore a dark emerald sweater that hugged his body, with a perk V-neck that set off his collarbones. He had a variety of bracelets adorning his arm, and the well-fitting black beanie that seemed to accompany him everywhere he went.
Jacob, who knew they were heading to a night club and would hopefully dance as well, was wearing a pair of low rise navy blue jeans, held up by a dark black belt. A dark blue tank top replaced a normal shirt for him, and he finished the look off with his trademark dark brown leather jacket that his Dad had gotten him for his birthday years ago.
"So Hadrian, do people ever call you Harry?"
Hadrian looked up at him, his bright eyes shining. "My friends did, a long time ago. But during the war, someone I knew well and betrayed me would call me that, so I reverted to only using Hadrian as my name. Of course, I went by Henry, Harrison, Harper, and a few other names throughout the years."
Jacob nodded, "Alright, I'm done with the interrogation. Do you want to dance?"
Hadrian looked over his shoulder to see a full blown dance floor arranged on the center of the floor of the nightclub. In the midst of their talking, they hadn't even noticed the transformation of the bar into a hot and heavy nightclub, with a loud bass sound reverberating in the background.
"Jacob, are you sure? Are people here okay with gays?" he asked slowly.
"Why do you think I brought you here?" Jacob leaned forward. "It's an all preference club. Anything goes here."
Hadrian smiled widely. "Damn, how did you find this gem of a place?"
"Drunk one night, stumbled in here. Anyways, come dance with me." Jacob stood up and held out his hand.
"Jacob, I don't if that's the best idea. I'm not really good at controlling myself around you, remember?"
"I'm okay with that," Jacob smirked down at him.
Hadrian put on a show of taking a deep breath, before standing up to meet Jacob's hand.
And as Hadrian walked towards the dance floor, Jacob's eyes were firmly fixed on the smaller vampire's swinging hips. "Oh god, what did I get myself into?" he breathed to himself. Jacob pulled off his leather jacket, exposing his dark blue tank top, before walking determinedly after the ebony haired vampire.
Tonight, his prize was Hadrian, and one way or another; he would be taking that prize.
The entire club was practically engulfed in darkness by now, Jacob briefly wondered how on earth, he and Hadrian had noticed none of this going on, and a few strobe lights and spot lights were circling here and there. There was a throng of dancing bodies, men and women, laden with sweat and alcohol in the darkly lit room.
He made his way to Hadrian, who stood in the center of dance floor, bobbing his head to the heavy bass.
Jacob took a deep breath; he wasn't sure how to even start dancing with Hadrian or what the vampire preferred or anything. He was a little scared that if he attempted to start grinding with the smaller man, he would scare him away for good, but then again, Hadrian had gladly accepted him when he practically jumped him in his house.
He now stood face to face with Hadrian, whose body was moving so sensually that Jacob couldn't stop watching him.
"Hey Jakey-poo," Hadrian's voice momentarily interrupted his gaze on Hadrian's body. Hadrian leaned dangerously close to him, placing his hands on Jacob's broad chest and whispering in his ear, "I thought we were going to dance."
Jacob barely heard him in the loud environment, but he still understood.
Then, Jacob lost himself to the music. And to Hadrian.
Their dancing started off innocent, Hadrian waving his hands in the air, shouting the words of the songs along with the rest of the crowd, and Jacob punching his fist in the air, jumping wildly to heavy beats of the song. There were slower songs, where Jacob had to physically stop himself from jumping Hadrian as he danced with him. And there were many moments where Jacob found himself being groped or even worse, saw Hadrian being groped by random men or women. Lucky for him, his tall stature and frame managed to scare most of them away.
But by 12 o'clock, their dancing was no longer innocent.
Jacob's tank top had been hiked up, the front pulled over his head to reveal his broad tanned chest, and his jeans slipping dangerously low, showing off a defined stomach and a deep V leading towards his pants. Hadrian's sweater had been practically ripped off by Jacob in the middle of the hour, leaving him clothed only a tight black tank top and his sinfully tight jeans.
Hadrian's back was to Jacob's chest, his arse pushing against Jacob's straining erection. Jacob's hands were wrapped around Hadrian, one hand resting on Hadrian's hip and the other confidently on his arse, squeezing tightly on the round clothed globes. Jacob's leg was pushed through Hadrian's legs, spreading them wide as he ground himself into Hadrian.
Jacob was sweating lightly in the intense heat of both the night club and the intensity of dancing with Hadrian. The two had literally been joined together, hips to hips, since they had come to the dance floor, ignoring everyone around them. They had reached a phenomenally dangerous point when Hadrian's hands had reached backwards to wrap around Jacob's waist, and push him harder against Hadrian. Jacob complied eagerly, pressing himself as tightly as he could against Hadrian, while Hadrian shamelessly groped Jacob's thinly clad arse.
And as Jacob ground himself against Hadrian, he briefly Hadrian whisper to himself, "Oh screw it all."
With that, Jacob was suddenly faced with Hadrian, who passionately slammed his lips against Jacob's own. Surprised, Jacob eagerly wrapped his arms around Hadrian's slim body, pulling him as close to him as possible. The physical contact between the two was stimulating – Jacob simply couldn't get enough of Hadrian. He was like a drug, so addicting and unavoidable.
Hadrian suddenly pulled away, his face unreadable.
He rested his forehead on Jacob's chest, looking down at the floor.
"We can't keep doing this Jacob. Can we take this a little slower?"
Jacob nodded, his breathing shallow and fast.
"Do you want to get out of here?"
And with Hadrian's nod, the two sped out of the thick group of semi-clothed dancing bodies. Jacob hastily pulled down his shirt, grabbing his leather jacket and Hadrian's sweater, as they made their way out of the loud and dark nightclub.
As they exited the club quickly, Hadrian looked back at Jacob with a soft smile.
"For a first date, Jacob, you sure know how to make an impression."
Well. That's all for today.
Their date isn't over, I promise! But I couldn't fit it all into one chapter with the plot with Tom and the exciting stuff happening in the deep past. This is the first look into how Tom's true plot is revealed and what all Hadrian has gone through in the past.
I thought it was an interesting contrast with the Jacob/Hadrian portions, just my take.
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