professional adrian chase lover

Since he figured out the Blue Dragon's helmet has inter-dimensional portal capabilities it's all he's been able to think about. It's why he stole it in the first place.

And lucky for him, he's finding it more and more likely it will be a possibility when he opens the front door and his home looks to be mostly the same.

A 3 cat candle holder on the hallway cabinet? Well thats close enough, not as fun as a group of 6 cats having a seance. He thinks.

Theres a drawing of spider on the fridge drawn by little baby Adrian's fingers, only in his world it's supposed to be a bat.

"Holy shit this is awesome!" He whispers, elated and near wheezing when the keys to his secret room happen to open the one in this dimension too.

"What the- am i fucking a drug dealer?" Adrian questions out loud, finds at the center of his basement grams upon grams of what he could only assume are illegal substances.

But then- when he keeps looking through the room he finds his spare Vigilante suit hanged up in the same place he hangs his.

"Oh, hell yes!!" He jumps on the spot, elated, giggling. Tippy toeing on his feet at the confirmation that he's Vigilante in this world too.

He looks around, hoping to find himself in there only to open a door to a room filled with a crazy amount of stuffed animals stacked on the mounted shelves.

"oooookay, well thats fucking weird" he whispers to himself, before closing the door again.

He walks back upstairs, sees all the similar diplomas and pictures arranged on the wall. His strut is animated, elated, the excitement is getting the best of him.

Although, there seems to be no sign of other Adrian.

No sign of his mom either.

The door to his room is the same one, the same "No girls allowed" sticker that he had put on there when he was only 11. The colors are just as faded, the glue stuck stubbornly to the wood for all eternity.

He opens it to find that everything looks identical to his own room, his D&D posters, his make shift desk with his PC, same blankets on the- wait.

Adrian nearly jolts when he notices a figure sleeping in his childhood bed.

Is that me? He thinks. It has to be, they're wearing my favorite sweater.

A hand automatically reaches for his gun holster. Better safe than sorry, what if his other self turns out to be a massive asshole?

He takes a few deliberate steps forward, leans in to take a closer look.

And then he sees, something he cant quite believe.

No, turns out it's not him. It's you.

You, of all people. Leader of one of the factions of the Sons of Liberty back where he comes from.

The person Adrian had been more or less infatuated and obsessed with since the moment he decided to join forces with the militant group, the person he used to follow around like a shadow at any given chance.

The most badass, most ruthless and smartest person he'd ever met- sleeping in his bed, calm, almost snoring, wearing his clothes, hogging his blankets.

"What the fuck?!" It slips out before he has a chance to guard it down.

Adrian cant compute the scene before him, not even when you begin to stir, woken up by the sound of his voice.

"Ade?" Your voice comes out sleepy and groggy.

Adrian's stomach drops, his eyes grow huge as they stare at you.

They have a nickname for me. He thinks, and all the blood rushes to his face.

He stands still, literally freezes as you sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes.

"Oh- oh! uhh yeah- hiii-" He answers you before he has a chance to figure out what the hell he's planning on doing.

"I thought you said you wouldn't be back from the mission until later tonight?" You ask, a lazy smile laced with something that makes Adrian's insides start to flutter involuntarily.

Is it affection? fondness? he can't figure it out.

All he knows is that he's never seen that expression on your face before, even less so aimed towards him. Back in his world, it had been mostly rolled eyes or amused smirks.

You were always far too busy to give him the time of day to begin with.

But clearly not this you-

The realization makes Adrian's ego start to soar. He knows it's wrong, but it doesn't stop his selfish wants to resurface alarmingly fast after so much time swallowing them down and pretending they're weren't plaguing his psyche on a daily basis.

That even though he was happy fighting with you, for something bigger than both of you, there was always an itch, something that made him seek out your attention however and whenever he could.

Turns out, he was nearly starved for it.

He never imagined that same attention could ever take the form of something like this though, it was nearly unfathomable in his brain.

"Oh- that! right, um- It's just-" Adrians words die in his throat when you approach him slowly, the fabric of his favorite sweater falling freely over your bare legs when you climb out of his bed.

He cant stand to even look, his eyes focus at the corner of his ceiling if it means it will give him some reprieve of the sight of your exposed skin.

"You bought new glasses?" You ask, bringing his attention back to your face. Only this time around, you're mere inches from his, nearly breaching into his personal space. "I don't remember seeing them on you this morning"

Your facial expression is unreadable to him, but he thinks you're not growing suspicious at all.

You still think he's other Adrian.

It's evident with how you've forgotten about your first question completely in favor of talking about the rims that sit on his nose.

You trust him that much.

He should say something, he should definitely say something. So why isn't he?

"Uh huh, yeah i did-" Adrian lies on automatic, swallowing back his nervous spit right after. "I thought I needed an upgrade y'know?" he elaborates blindly, almost recklessly so.

You laugh at his comment, a sound Adrian completely forgot makes his inside stir and his heart rate pick up.

You're exactly like he remembers, except for a few tiny details-

For one- other you would have never given him a near heart attack by sliding and wrapping your hands around his middle.

Holy shit. His mind screams.

Adrian laughs nervously at your warm gaze. He never even dared to conjure up fantasies of this nature. Not even when you had to move away in exile to another state and all he had was his memories of you.

But now you're here, warm, real and oh so fucking close it's making him dizzy and restless.

"You're right though I think these make you look hot" You tease, giving him a look that somehow heats his insides far more than anything else ever has in his life. "Gold suits you"

Do you just look at his other self like this all the time? How does he even survive?

"You think I'm hot?" He asks on impulse, his brain still struggling to compute the situation he's gotten himself into.

Your only response is a mocking roll of your eyes.

An expression Adrian definitely recognizes on your face. You used to give him this look countless times.

"You're silly today." You say, with a teasing shake of your head.

He's barely gotten a chance to process your words before he's stumbling back against his door at the shock of you closing in the last remaining inches between you two.

Adrian isn't prepared for it, when you lift up on your tiptoes to connect your lips to his. Using your hands around his middle to pull him impossibly closer.

It's a quick peck, but it has his body going stiff, his hands frozen mid air in a pathetic and half-assed attempt to stop you.

The contact switches something inside him. Adrian's senses start to sharpen, his breathing becomes shallow.

He's shaking and he knows it. He knows you know it too.

"Everything okay?" You ask, smiling near his lips, as if entertained by his strong reactions.

Your hands travel all around his chest and suddenly, there's not further filter in his brain to stop him from getting exactly what he wants. Not when it's being handed to him on a silver platter.

Not when you're looking at him in the way he never even knew he needed you to. Not when he's already gotten a small taste of what it is to be Adrian Chase in this world.

Someone who gets to have you like this, looking up at him with hearts in your eyes.

His blood boils at the raging jealousy, the vendetta for his other self suddenly fuels his fervor.

"Yup. Everything's fucking fine, just perfect- can you kiss me again?" Adrian snaps, his words are curt but no less strained from the effort it takes to keep his cool. ⭐︎⭐︎⭐︎ It's not unlike your boyfriend to be eager whenever you two make out, it's just that you dont remember it ever being like this.

Not either the way his voice went down a few octaves to whisper a gravely and deep "fuck" when you reached up to kiss him again.

It's then that you felt the full force of his gloved hands squishing the sides of your face to lock you in place.

He kisses you hard and deep, you cant' stop the squeals and giggles that escape your mouth in surprise. But it's only seconds before those same sounds merge into audible and heated gasps when Adrian shoves his tongue all sloppy and messy inside your mouth.

He's being greedy, like he's trying to gorge up on your mouth and tongue.

"Adrian?" You whisper in question, more in shock at the intense fervor oozing from his body.

He's leaning in to walk you backwards, harder, insistingly. Edging you towards the surface of his dresser, the corner of it hurts as it hits your backside with the pressure of you being pushed against it.

"Adrian" You say again, a bit more firmly, "I thought you said you didn't want us to do this in your room in anymore, your mom might come home any minute now-" You whisper, your voice raising in pitch, feeling his neediness start to bleed into you.

Adrian groans in frustration, he nearly bites your bottom lip in retaliation.

He's never done that before. He's never been this aggresive.

"Yeah? Well- fuck! I've changed my mind, I wanna do this right here, like all the time actually-" He babbles, grabs at your waist to pull you up and over his, he lifts you only to throw the both of you down over his bed.

You squeak, you laugh at his impatience in between kisses. Meanwhile, Adrian's hands are fumbling to lift up his sweater that you're wearing.

"Whats got you so worked up today?" You laugh, but it's short lived with the way his gloved hands roam all over your stomach and slowly reach upwards, grabbing fistfuls of your skin.

Adrian whines, his head dropping to mouth at your abdomen. "I just- i want this, with you, i dont think i've ever wanted to do it as bad as i do right now, please please-"

Your brain doesn't even take a moment to register what he means when it all sounds so fucking wonderful to your ears, even more so when he's licking and sucking so desperately at your middle you begin to squirm.

Now you're just as desperate as he is.

"Then do it already" you gasp and he laughs, his eyes are shining with satisfaction, he's grinning from ear to ear when he lifts up to tug off his suit. ⭐︎⭐︎⭐︎

Adrian has half a mind to still revel in the fact that he's fucking inside his doppelgängers partner, right on his bed.

The whole thing just screams of something incredibly wrong, so naturally- it's making him lose his fucking shit.

It plasters a wide grin on his face when he looks at your face contorting with a shout of his name.

"Fuck! Do you always get this loud around my dick or is it different this time around?" He asks, genuinely.

Is it different with me? Is what he really wants to ask though.

"Ade-" You sigh out in warning, like his words are already too much to handle.

He's beaming, elated that he gets to hear you call out for him like this.

"You just look so out of it-" He laughs straight to your face, some vile and evil thing rising inside him at the memory of you always acting cool, rigid and composed in his presence.

He didn't know it only took a few peeling of layers for all that to crumble completely before him.

Now- he watches as you drool, getting crossed eyed at every hard plunge of his dick inside you. Clawing at his skin, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. Crying out for him like theres no shame left inside your body.

"Am I that fucking good?" He asks, like he cant quite believe it himself either.

You moan, loudly. Desperate to give him an answer if it will keep up his severe rhythm. "Yeah. You're sooo good baby!"

The term of endearment nearly breaks him, his voice goes airy and tight when he curses in response.

"I had a feeling you wanted me like this, like- the way you stared at me when i was changing into my suit or like that time i helped you with target practice and you were pushing yourself harder against me- fuck! i just never thought it could be like this, If I had known i-" He babbles, reminiscing, smiling to himself but not faltering in his movements.

"What are you tal-?" You wonder out loud, your brain too fogged up and muddled on pleasure to really understand anything of what hes saying.

He's always had the tendency to run his mouth during sex anyways.

"Fuuuck- nothing- forget about it." He near growls, burying himself in the crook of your neck to muffle his running mouth before he accidentally reveals the awful truth in the throes of him growing increasingly possessive over you.

Well- his efforts are fruitless either way.

Because then- theres the creaking sound of his bedroom door opening.