Adrian was furious.
He spent the past year working with Wyatt, getting closer to the man. Wyatt had gotten to the point of becoming somewhat friends with him, since they worked together every day. Wyatt knew that Adrian had his back and would never let anything happen to him. Wyatt had even told him that he was a good cop and that he deserved to be here, just as much as Wyatt had. He was so happy. He thought that Wyatt was finally coming around and that in time that maybe he would start to love him.
And then she came in.
Wyatt had met a girl. At first Adrian was jealous, but knew that in his heart that it wouldn't last. And then he proposed to her. He was going to marry the little tramp. Adrian drank himself into a stupor that night. His performance dropped and everyone could tell something was bothering Adrian. Wyatt reluctantly volunteered to talk to him. He found Adrian at a bar, getting shit faced. When Wyatt joined him at the bar he couldn't believe it.
"What's your problem?" Wyatt asked.
"What do you mean?" Adrian said, slurring his words slightly. He was worried about him and it just sent Adrian's heart soaring.
"You're going to get one of us killed if you keep coming to work hung-over. I don't care if you want to kill yourself; just don't take us with you." His words stung. They always did. Adrian just picked up is glass, staring at the amber colored liquid.
"You are so cruel sometimes. But I will never stop loving you," Adrian said, draining his glass.
"Will you stop that? It's never going to happen. I might work with you, but it's never going to be anything more. Get that through that thick skull of yours," Wyatt said.
"I can always dream," Adrian said, motioning for another drink. Wyatt growled as he got up from the bar. "She's not right for you. She will never love you as much as I will."
"Leave Adora out of this," Wyatt said, glaring at Adrian.
"But she's all about this. Please, Wyatt. Don't throw your life away on that girl," Adrian said, taking another drink of his newly filled cup.
"You should follow your own advice. Stop throwing your life away on me," Wyatt said, looking at Adrian sadly. He did care. There was always hope that he would see the truth, that they belonged with each other. So Adrian made one last attempt.
"Then let me get over you. Fuck me. Once. Let me get a taste of you. Let me get this out of my system before it completely consumes me."
"Is that all you want? A pity fuck?" Wyatt said, giving him a knowing look.
"No, but I was hoping maybe if I can at least get that, I could start to move on." Or maybe you might fall for me too, Adrian thought. He looked up at Wyatt, pleading.
"I'm sorry. I can't." Wyatt said sadly before leaving Adrian there. Adrian smiled at that. He cared. At least that was something to hope for. Adrian finished his drink before leaving the establishment. He never went back.
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Adrian cleaned himself up after that. He didn't go to the wedding, but he had always hoped that he would figure it out. He would see that she was wrong for him before it was too late. And then he heard she was pregnant. She was going to have his child. He knew that Wyatt was honorable. He would never leave her now. She dug her claws in deep and there was no way to get him back now. He started drinking again, not as bad as before; not enough to affect his work, but enough to numb the pain. He met someone soon after Jeb was born, a fiery blonde, with crystal clear blue eyes. They pierced his soul. She was good for him for a while easing his soul. But still, she could see where his true desire laid. She didn't last long.
When Jeb was one, his mother brought him to his work, showing him off. Wyatt was a proud father he could tell. The boy was small and cute, but still, Adrian resented the little boy. Adrian played nice, being the good friend he was, but when he watched the couple argue before she left in a huff, Adrian couldn't help but smile.
The Mystic Man had been keeping them all busy, and Wyatt had admitted to him that Adora wanted him to quit, she needed him more at home. Adrian knew Wyatt loved where he was, and didn't want to leave. Adrian would have never made him quit. Maybe now he will see his mistake.
They were out of town, as they sometimes were when the Mystic Man traveled around, and he asked for Wyatt and Adrian personally. They never refused. Adrian could tell Wyatt didn't leave his wife on a good note. He was agitated and extremely frustrated on the trip. That night they stayed at a quiet Inn. Adrian used Wyatt's frustration to his advantage. While Wyatt was sleeping that night, Adrian quietly entered his room. Adrian looked down at him, his beloved. He wanted him so badly. He was desperate, he knew it, but he didn't care. He needed this man before him. He watched him for a moment and then heard him moan out in his sleep. Adrian's eyes traveled lower and he could see that Wyatt was having a pleasant dream indeed.
'I wonder if he dreams of me,' Adrian thought before he slipped into the bed as gently as possible. He moved between Wyatt's legs, pulling Wyatt free from his sleeping pants. He was so hard, he looked beautiful. He licked the erection, causing Wyatt to moan out in his sleep. Adrian smiled. Wyatt's moans where music to his ears. He pulled Wyatt's hard cock into his mouth, sucking on it greedily. He had wanted this for so long and now he had the man moaning before him.
"Adora." He heard Wyatt moan out, and Adrian felt a tear slip down his cheek as he brought the man closer and closer within his dream like state. He knew the man was getting closer when he felt the shift in the bed. He flicked his eyes up, to meet with Wyatt's confused blue ones.
"Adrian?" Was all he got out before he came, spilling himself into Adrian's willing mouth. He drank down every drop like it was the sweetest nectar. Adrian let Wyatt's cock fall from his lips with a smile.
"You loved that, didn't you?" Adrian purred out. Wyatt's hands just went over his face as he came down from his high.
"Just leave." Wyatt said, cruelly. Adrian frowned before moving up the bed. He moved to kiss Wyatt on his cheek and found tears there. Adrian was shocked.
"Wyatt?" And then Adrian felt the fist on him, knocking him off the bed and onto the floor.
"How could you!?" Wyatt yelled, getting out of bed, pulling his pants back on. "I thought you were finally getting over this little obsession of yours. I thought I could trust you. Oh My Gods, I just betrayed my wife. WHY!?" Wyatt raged at him.
"Because, I love you," Adrian said, still sitting where he fell.
"GET OUT!!!!!" Wyatt yelled.
"Wyatt..." Wyatt just walked over to him, grabbing him roughly before shoving him out the door. Adrian just stood outside the door, hearing the man he loved sob on the other side.
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Adrian left the Mystic Man's service after that assignment. The move, he could tell, shocked Wyatt, but after hearing him cry like that, he needed to get away. He needed to wait for him to come to him. He knew he would soon, but pushing the man would just drive him further away, and that was the last thing he wanted. But the man had gotten a taste of him, and he was sure he would be back for more. Adrian became a regular Tin Man, working the streets. He would still see Wyatt sometimes, and he treasured every second he could.
Years went by like this and as Adrian tried to stay way, he felt his love for the man grow. But also there was anger within that love as he watched the man, happy in his life with his wife and child. HE should be the one that Wyatt loved, couldn't he see that? The longer he waited the more his anger got the better of him. It started to show in his work. People started to take notice, reprimands where given. But Adrian didn't care one bit though; it wasn't like this was his dream.
When Adrian saw the way the country was headed, most likely into a civil war, after the Princess over turned her mother, Adrian could see which side was stronger, so he knew what he had to do. He turned in his badge and signed up for the Longcoats. There, he had a place for his anger, it was not only accepted, it was encouraged.
He tried to talk Wyatt into joining the Longcoats, telling him that was the winning side, and that he didn't want to see Wyatt killed. Wyatt just laughed in his face, telling him that he was delusional and that he would never join up because HE was there. It stung, like Wyatt always managed to do to him, but he had almost become numb to the pain.
And then he left, leaving Wyatt to his fate, but he always kept an eye on him. When he heard the order, he wasn't surprised, but he was devastated. He had to take out Wyatt for the good of the OZ. But he knew he couldn't kill the man, so he decided for the fate worse than death. He would let his family think he was dead, and spare them, just so Adrian could have the pleasure of tormenting them, showing them just a sliver of what he had endured over the years.
Adrian showed up at the cabin that housed Cain and his family and his heart raced. Then four of the eight of them stormed the cabin, and two of his men dragged Wyatt out. The fury in his eyes was breathtaking. He just smiled at him as he walked into the house. He saw that Adora was huddled with Jeb as he stared at them. The grunts and screams from Wyatt outside could be heard as the men warmed up on him. He just glared at the boy and his mother. A smirk spread across his face as he grabbed Adora, wanting to drag her from the cabin. He wanted her to witness it all. He motioned for one of his men to watch the boy.
He grabbed her by the back of the neck, pushing her out of the cabin as the boy screamed for her. He shoved her at two of his men and as he did, the yellow silk ribbon in her hair came with him. He looked at the fabric before wrapping it around his knuckles. The noises Wyatt was making where exquisite. He turned and smiled at the man, the man he loved. He wanted so much for the man to love him back, but he knew, at this point, it was never going to happen, despite his wish for it to be. He was too hardheaded to see that they belonged together.
He walked up to Wyatt, a smile still on his face, and punched him. He could have hit him harder than that, but his heart really wasn't in it. He smirked again before slipping the annoying fabric off his fingers and placing it in the pocket of Wyatt's vest, kissing his cheek as he was leaning down. He turned to go back to the cabin and then he heard the roar, of the anger that Cain was feeling, and Adrian felt himself grow hard at the sound.
He pulled the boy from the cabin. He heard Adora's pleas but Adrian ignored her, dragging the boy between his parents before putting all his anger into one strike, striking the boy across his cheek, sending him flying to the ground. He heard Wyatt struggle and all the sounds made him harder. The boy got to his feet, and tried to charge at him, and Adrian just played with him. He toyed with the boy, but he also saw that Wyatt had punched one of his men, but he was quickly gotten back under control.
Adrian threw the boy at one of his men, and they dragged him and his mother off as Wyatt screamed again. He smirked at the man again, before walking back to him. Zero's hand went to his bloodied cheek, caressing it. Wyatt just raged against the touch. Zero pulled the ribbon back out of his pocket, holding it in front of Wyatt. Wyatt looked up at him, anger so deep within those eyes. Zero just drank it up.
"Your family is still alive. For now," he said with a smile. He watched as the rage filled those soul piercing blue eyes of his. He wanted nothing more than to take this man, right here, right now. "If you want to keep them alive, then you have to come with me, be with me and only me," Adrian said before knelling before the man so they where eye to eye. "I don't think it's that much to ask. I know you love them, but you will love me too, with some time, I'm sure of it," Adrian said, moving to caress his cheek again, but Wyatt just reeled back, pulling away from the light touch.
"You're insane!!" Wyatt yelled out. Adrian just laughed at that, a loud, long laugh.
"I'm only what you made me, Love. Don't you think it's about time you take responsibility for that?" Adrian said. Wyatt spit in his face. Rage filled Adrian at that.
"Go to Hell!!" Wyatt yelled at him again. Adrian moved to wipe the spit off and he just smiled.
"No, that's where you're about to go. It was such a simple choice, but since you choose your pride over your life, I guess you don't even deserve my kindness," Adrian said, getting to his feet. "Once you're done with him, kill his family," he said, and they knew to disregard the second part, but Wyatt just raged and it was music to his ears. He watched as the men got the suit ready, and he watched as they put him in it. He watched as they closed the door of the suit and he could hear him struggle within the confines.
After they set up the machine, he ordered them to leave. He just watched as the scene played before him, over and over, hearing the man's scream within the suit. It was long after dark when Adrian slipped away, but Wyatt still screamed within the suit, as his hell was just beginning.
