LKH-AB: Adventures in Tubbing Title: Adventures in Tubbing Fandom: LKH: AB Spoilers: up to CS lkh_lashouts challenge: Kill Her Darlings Disclaimers: LKH owns the characters and world. The story is mine. Notes: I apologize sincerely to anyone who reads this. At least my other attempts were somewhat plausible. This one? Not so much. But it made me giggle. And I should at least get some points for using the verb "spill" in conjunction with an actual liquid. =)
Micah eyed the hole with interest.
It was wet. He liked fucking Anita when she was wet.
It was tight. He liked fucking Anita when she was tight.
It was available. Anita had gone to pick up Edward's stepson at the airport and, though she promised to call Micah for ardeur relief, she wasn't available.
That made it an easy choice.
Micah sloshed over to the drain, which was situated in the centre of the orgy-sized tub, and pulled the plug. The drain hole had already been modified to accommodate Nathaniel's mammoth hair clots, so Micah had little trouble sliding his cock into the hole. The metal rim scratched at his soft skin as he thrust into the drain, tingeing the water with pink swirls. 'So... tight,' he grunted, bracing his arms on the rim of the tub. 'So wet.'
'So pathetic.' Still deep within the drain, Micah turned to see a petulant teenage boy glaring down at him with disdain, leaning against the wall with his hands behind his back. 'You're supposed to be a wereleopard, for fuck's sake. Aren't cats supposed to have dignity? Or as much dignity as anything that licks its own balls can have?'
Micah tried to straighten up, but his cock, engorged with passion, was stuck in the drain and the more he struggled to free it, the more he bled. 'Who the fuck are you?'
The boy stepped away from the wall and stretched casually. As his arms extended over his head, his hands caught the light, revealing silver-plated gloves. Micah gave one final jerk to free himself but the force behind his effort made him lose his grip on the tub and sent him flailing into the water. One silver-heeled cowboy boot appeared in front of his face, followed by another as he was hauled out of the water by his hair. A silver-sheathed fist sank into his face, shattering his cheekbones and nose; the next punch broke his jaw, sending teeth clattering on the tile. Then both hands grabbed his hair and slammed his head into the side of the tub. His assailant stepped back onto the bathmat, allowing the wereleopard to flop into the water, which was growing redder by the second. One booted foot stomped Micah back down whenever he tried to rise, crushing his neck and spine. Scarlet froth spilled from the tub with each brutal kick; feeble gurgles squeaked out of the tub, like the mewling of kittens, but were quickly silenced.
When Micah was no longer moving, Peter grabbed his silver machete and moved to cut off the wereleopard's head, but let the trophy stay in the tub.. It wouldn't be fair to rob his prey of both its heads, he thought as he dried his boots and cleaned his weapons. Then he collected the wereleopard's cell phone, stashed it in his bag, and called a taxi with his own phone, hoping his actual assignment wouldn't be as ridiculously easy as this practice run had been.