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Chapter 114: Wish-Fulfillment Bullshit
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She hated Shaw's vibe. She didn't like Emma's either, but the telepath seemed genuinely aligned with Adam for now, and Anna's instincts detected no active malice toward him.
Still, the thought occurred; Maybe I should just touch Emma, too. Absorb her memories, know her every plan. She's still too dangerous. The idea felt logical, clean.
Emma, perhaps sensing the weight of that gaze, turned her head. Her eyes met Anna's.
A sudden, inexplicable chill traced Emma's spine. This girl… She was feeling a profound lethality from her, as if she were extremely dangerous to her.
Why does she look at me like I'm a puzzle she's decided to solve by breaking the pieces?
Emma assumed it was romantic jealousy. She did intend to take Adam for herself, in every sense that mattered.
But this felt different.
Emma didn't know the half of it. There was a reason Adam cherished having Anna close. She was a strategic cheat code.
Shaw's mutant power was Kinetic Absorption. Any blow, any impact, fueled him, making him stronger, harder to hurt, virtually invulnerable in direct combat.
It was a power that made him a literal tank, thriving on conflict. But against Rogue? A single, glancing touch from her bare skin would bypass all that accumulated kinetic energy.
It would drain his life force, his memories, his very consciousness, leaving him a withered husk or a comatose shell.
His greatest strength meant nothing against her curse. She rendered him obsolete.
It was Domino who broke the tense, silent exchange between the women. Adam's description of manipulating Shaw had lit a spark in her.
"So," She purred, leaning into Adam's space, her gorgeous eyes gleaming. "All this plotting. It's making you hungry, isn't it? If you are… you could feed. On me."
[I told u! This is a porno simulator!]
[Damn, she's the one fucking hungry.]
[Frick u Adam! Give me some of u goddamn rizz!]
[I'm so fucking jealous it's insane!!]
[Fuck this show! It's a wish-fulfillment bullshit, why u gotta do us like this?!]
Adam chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm always hungry, Dom. But I promised Anna the next session would be hers." He glanced at the redhead Southern girl. "Didn't I?"
Anna's mood brightened instantly, the dark thoughts scattering. She nodded, a joyful, eager light in her eyes. She stuck her tongue out playfully at Domino.
"Sucks to suck. It's mah turn to be eaten. Don't worry, Ah'll leave some crumbs for you."
Domino shrugged, a smirk on her lips. "You haven't felt it yet, so I'll allow it. Enjoy your… first time."
Anna shot back with a mock pout. "Oh, hush. Yer just jealous ya didn't get to be the appetizer and the main course."
The exchange was so bizarre, so intimate and coded, that Emma's composure finally cracked into open confusion. "What in the world are you three talking about?"
Adam laughed, a bright, clear sound. "I think we might as well go now. The ladies are getting bored of the politicking."
Emma, her curiosity now a burning itch, guided them out of the ballroom and through the mansion's opulent halls to a guest suite reserved for the White King.
It was a study in elegant excess; dark woods, silk drapes, a bed that could host a small conference.
The moment the door closed, Emma turned, her arms crossed. The poised White Queen was gone, replaced by a woman desperate for answers. "Just what the hell is happening? What does that mean?"
She didn't get a verbal answer. Instead, she watched, bewildered, as Anna, unable to wait a second longer, practically bounded onto the large bed.
She pulled herself onto Adam's lap as he sat on the edge, her movements eager.
With a deliberate, sensual slowness that was utterly at odds with her usual demeanor, she hooked her fingers into the collar of her dress and pulled it aside, exposing the elegant, pale line of her neck.
She tilted her head, offering it to him, her eyes half-lidded with a mix of passion and profound expectations.
Even Adam still struggled to comprehend their fervor. Was it just because of him? Domino had described the experience as a "high," a rush of life and sensation she'd never felt before.
Now Anna wanted that same forbidden thrill. Who was he to deny them? Besides, he loved it too.
Since his transformation, the thirst was a constant, gnawing companion. Feeding wasn't just sustenance; it was a surge of power, a quenching of a deep, metaphysical ache that felt incredibly rewarding.
And it was intimate in a way that transcended the physical. So intimate, in fact, that during his first feeding with Domino, he'd felt a faint, resonant thrum from his most enigmatic ability: Yin Yang Harmony.
The double cultivation trait had stirred, as if a bond was being woven in the exchange of blood and life force.
But always struck at the finish line, never able to fully forge the bond. He intended to study that phenomenon tonight.
But first… He glanced at the stunned Emma. "Call for a nurse to be on standby. Just in case."
Then he turned to Anna. Her eyes were wide, eager, and expectant. He leaned in.
His canines, which normally rested unnoticeably in his gums, elongated smoothly into sharp, perfect vampiric fangs.
There was no monstrous distortion, just a lethal, elegant extension.
He bit down.
Anna gasped, a sharp intake of breath. Her body tensed for a second; a reflex to the puncture, the intrusion. Then, with a visible force of will, she relaxed.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close, burying her face in his shoulder.
A soft, shuddering sigh escaped her. It wasn't pain. It was satisfaction, and within it, an undercurrent of pleasure.
Her entire focus was a silent mantra; Control. Don't hurt him. Don't lose control, never.
The trauma of her power was a ghost that haunted every human contact. The fear of draining someone she cared for, of seeing the light leave their eyes because of her touch, was a prison.
But Adam had started the process without a hint of that fear. He'd bitten her with absolute trust that she could regulate her own lethal absorption.
Trust in her, or maybe trust in the training he had her go through. Either way, she loved that feeling.
She would not; could not; disappoint him.
Emma Frost stood frozen, her mind a whirlwind. The pieces snapped together with terrifying clarity.
The pale perfection. The unnatural handsomeness. The casual talk of feeding.
Vampire.
But the sunlight. She had seen him in the sunlight.
It made no sense.
Vampires were creatures of folklore, yes, but her own telepathic brushes that she often used against anyone she wills without concern allowed her to know a few things.
She knows vampires exist and their fatal allergy to the sun. How was he walking in the day? How was he… this?
She watched, a voyeur to a sacred, profane ritual, as Adam drank, and Anna clung to him, a look of peaceful ecstasy on her face.
The world of mutants, billionaires, and secret societies had just been invaded by something far stranger, and it was sitting in her guest room, wearing a white suit and drinking from a girl's neck.
Her curiosity wasn't just piqued anymore. It was utterly, completely enslaved.
[Damn, that's so smart. He read Shaw like a book.]
[That's so something Shaw would do.]
[No it's not fucking smart, what's the point of letting Shaw go through with all of that? That's just creating trouble for himself, no?]
[It's obviously a part of a bigger plan. He wants Shaw to have ties with Hydra, likely to do a classic Adam move and blame him for everything.]
[That's so retarded. He's a vampire, so he now has mind control means. He could just use them on Shaw. Emma will definitely be on his side.]
[What? U serious? Psychic abilities will definitely not work on Shaw.]
[I don't remember exactly how, but he's definitely a tech genius, and he made some tech against psychic powers.]
[Makes sense, no way Shaw would trust anyone like Emma with his mind.]
[Hentai again. This show is depraved.]
Adam pulled away, suppressing the surging tide of thirst that felt less like a need and more like a delicious, screaming addiction.
Control reasserted itself, a cold valve in his mind.
He let the trembling Anna rest in his arms, patting her back gently as she shuddered through the aftershocks of the exchange; the pain wasn't much, the intimacy, the sheer weakness that followed.
A strange thought floated to the surface of his mind, detached and confused. Why? Why do they do so much for him?
He looked at Anna, her breath evening out against his shoulder. He'd been… decent to her. Friendly.
He hadn't feared her, had stopped some bullies. Basic human decency, really.
Was that truly enough to forge this kind of fierce, sacrificial loyalty? It felt like he was running a scam with unpaid, overly enthusiastic interns.
Domino was more understandable. Her mutant probability manipulation was a compass pointing toward chaos and survival.
It had led her to him. Her luck must be screaming that sticking close was the path to the most interesting outcomes.
Jean… he'd mostly just talked to her. Encouraged her to stop bottling up the cosmic fire inside her, stop suppressing her emotions and desires. To be free.
Words. Just words. Were people really so starved for genuine, unfiltered interaction that a few conversations bought undying support?
He didn't like the imbalance. He usually tried to compensate with good food, thrilling experiences, a fun ride on his chaotic journey.
But those felt like things he enjoyed, and they just happened to be along for it. Was that enough? Was he… suffering from success?