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Bunkerkampf (Mortuus Orbis Part Two)	By : Sparrow & InBrightestDay Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 1831 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Kyle held Nina’s hand for a while longer, far longer than was necessary, staring at her face, grappling with the unwanted thoughts surging to the front of his mind, about how it had been his idea to get them off the statue without asking more questions; his idea to have them start jumping across the—
“Hey!” A metal hand was shaking his shoulder, its fingers cold through his wet coat. “Come on, soldier!” He blinked, pulled his eyes away from Nina’s lifeless face and looked at Johnny.
“Huh?”
The rockerboy’s eyes were wide, darting over to look at the still churning waters for any sign the monster had returned, and Kyle could see his pulse ticking in his neck.
“I have no fucking idea what’s going on here, okay? We need you to tell us what to do.”
He sounded nearly as afraid as he looked. Kyle knew he was right. He swallowed, nodding quickly. Squeezing his eyes shut, he took a few deep breaths, swallowing again.
“I’m...I’m fine,” he said, hopefully in a way that sounded reassuring. “Where...um,” he stopped, remembering the way Johnny had been looking around, clearly trying to see where the monster was. He gritted his teeth, willing his muscles to relax, and then brought the radio up again. “Spinneret, you got eyes on it?”
“Yeah,” she said, her voice sounding as raw as Kyle felt. “It’s circling the area, on your right about...sixty or seventy feet from you right now. I’m sorry, Kyle. I...I’ve never seen anything like that before and I froze and—”
“Not your fault,” he said quickly. “We’ll all think about this later. Right now I need to… I need to work the problem for a bit.” Putting the radio down for a moment, he looked around, between where Mary Jane had indicated—where he could see the wake the beast left as it moved—and back to the statue, where the two remaining survivors were still standing.
The situation hadn’t changed. The survivors couldn’t stay there; the hell flyers would spot them on another pass. They couldn’t just wait for the Leviathan to leave, though. From what the three on the statue had said, they had tried that earlier, and it had stayed in the area.
“Okay,” Kyle said. “That thing won’t go far, so we’re going to have to deal with it.”
“Think we can kill it?” Johnny asked. Kyle shook his head.
“Not without a fucking rocket launcher,” he said, then frowned and quickly looked at Copperhead.
She shook her head, clearly following his train of thought. “I really don’t think I’ve got enough poison to kill something that big.”
“Alright, then,” Kyle said. “We’re going to have to distract it somehow; draw it off and keep it occupied while we get everybody to solid ground.” He forced himself to think back over what had just happened. The creature had been patrolling the area, but had returned and hit the debris Nina was standing on.
No, he thought, not standing on, but landing on. It was reacting to the splashes. In addition to using its eyes, it must home in on vibrations in the water. With that in mind, he scanned the outside of the roundabout, looking at all the buildings surrounding it. He pushed the talk button on the radio again.
“Spinneret,” he said, “I have an idea.”
*
A minute later, Mary Jane landed on the side of a building on the opposite side of the roundabout. Perching on the edge of one of the windows, she drove her fist through the tempered glass, sending tiny shards of it flying. Some of those tumbled down through the air to cause tiny splashes in the water below.
That’s not going to be enough, though, she thought. A quick look back confirmed it, as she could see the massive form of the Leviathan beneath the water, still circling the roundabout. Evidently it was smart enough to know that there was prey in the area of the statue, and it was slowly moving back and forth through that area, its course unaltered. It hadn’t reacted to the glass at all.
She needed to drop something bigger.
MJ looked into the office beyond the window, assessing her available options. After a moment, she went with the rolling chair on the right side of the room, snagging it with a strand of webbing. A quick tug with her powerful arm pulled it out through the broken window, and it fell, spinning lazily through the air before splashing into the water below.
This time the reaction was immediate. Back near the statue, the Leviathan turned sharply, accelerating in her direction. It wasn’t moving as fast as it had when it came after the blond woman, and Mary Jane guessed that was because the chair wasn’t doing anything else. There was a splash, but no further vibrations; no signs of struggling prey.
That didn’t matter, though. What mattered was that, at least for the moment, she had its attention.
A moment later, it swam directly beneath her, its six eyes catching the light as it tilted its head to look up at her. She tensed for a moment, as a horrible image of the thing launching from the water swept through her mind, but it remained where it was, and she relaxed. It would need deeper water to get up the speed required to breach like that.
“Okay, Kyle,” she said into the radio. “I’ve got it over here. Start moving.”
*
Vi had seen a lot of things in her life. She was an enforcer, and sometimes that meant seeing death as part of the job. More than that, growing up on the mean streets of Zaun meant you saw things more upper class people would only see in their nightmares.
And that was on a good day.
Nonetheless, as she indicated for Doctor McCoy to cross the water first, she still couldn’t help but feel unnerved. She was a damn good fighter, if she didn’t say so herself, but all of that was on dry land. Even if she’d had her gauntlets, fighting in the water was...considerably trickier. And she’d had to lose her gauntlets during the flood last night.
Looking across the water, and knowing she was going to have to leap from one unsteady platform to another, woke a primal part of her brain, a part she was having trouble completely silencing.
Vi shook her head. The monster was elsewhere, drawn off enough for them to move, and that was what they would have to do.
“Alright, Vi,” the doctor said as he set foot on the trailer, “you made me go first, now come on, your turn.” She sighed.
“Let’s get crackin’,” she said, with considerably less enthusiasm than she usually had, as she climbed to the best part of the statue for a jump, doing her best to estimate the distance to the first piece of debris. Exhaling to calm herself, she sprang from the statue and landed on the submerged car that served as her first step. Her boots were wet and slick, making balancing a fun little challenge, and she lost traction for a moment, a jolt of fear going through her as the shoe slid along the wet metal. She stabilized, though, and made the leap to the next platform.
There was a splash, and Vi couldn’t help looking over to the far side of the roundabout, where the redhead in the black suit was dropping things into the water. The monster was still over there, over a hundred feet away, swimming back and forth below her. It wasn’t paying attention to the splashes Vi was making as she moved. She was safe.
Nina thought she was safe too, Vi thought, and squeezed her eyes shut as she recalled the image of the young man pulling her hideously truncated body from the water.
Shaking her head to clear her mind, Vi jumped to the next piece of debris, and then the next.
She was halfway to the trailer when she landed on what had once been the roof of some sort of wooden structure. The sides were angled, but not too sharply, and she landed on the side of it without a problem, both feet striking the wood hard.
And then the wood gave, and her boot punched through a weak spot.
She tried to shift her weight forward, but the damn shoe caught and wouldn’t move. Her weight shifted far too much, and she fell backward, the plank of wood attached to her shoe peeling away from the roof as she toppled into the water.
Her entire world went dark, the cold, grimy water closing over her, and when she tried to surface, she found that she couldn’t, the plank of wood attached to both her boot and the debris. With her trapped in the murk, that ancient part of her brain got louder, deep instinct whispering of the concealing waves; of the jaws and teeth waiting beneath them.
Nearly panicking, Vi thrashed, kicked and eventually heard a dull crack as the plank broke away from her boot. Finally able to right herself, her head broke the surface and she gasped for air. As the immediate fear of drowning retreated, the cries of the other survivors and the sound of gunfire became more significant.
Over on the trailer, the three people who’d come to rescue her were firing their weapons. Doctor McCoy was calling for her. Turning around, Vi saw the bullets striking water a hundred feet away, the bow wave forming. She hated herself for how she’d acted, for her loss of self-control, but it didn’t matter. She’d fallen into the water, and then thrashed and squirmed like a hooked fish.
And the Leviathan was coming for her.
Turning away from the approaching monster, Vi immediately began swimming for the trailer. Climbing onto other debris was pointless; the creature would just knock her off and into the water, and then…
Thinking about it won’t help you, she thought. Just keep swimming.
She’d seen what had happened to Nina, and the knowledge drove her faster, the fear allowing her to ignore the lactic acid building in her muscles and the way her lungs had begun to protest the quick breaths she was taking.
“HEY!” someone yelled from behind her. “Don’t you dare ignore me!” Chancing a look back, Vi saw that the redhead had moved to a closer building, and was throwing more debris into the water, at times very close to the monster below her, in addition to flat-out shouting at it.
It was a pretty awesome idea, but the Leviathan ignored the splashes and the noise. It wasn’t about to break off pursuit of live prey.
Vi picked up speed again, closing in on the trailer. The young man who’d tried to save Nina was there at the edge, his assault rifle aimed past her as he fired one shot after another at the monster. It wasn’t gonna work; Vi figured they knew that, but she also figured they knew it was the only thing they could do. She could feel the water move around her; the terrible pressure of the Leviathan’s approach actually pushing her forward a little faster, almost like some sort of twisted joke. Yeah, she’d arrive at the end of the trailer a little sooner, but it wouldn’t matter.
Or maybe it will, she thought as her eyes fell on the trailer itself.
When the water monster had taken Nina, it had struck the trailer. That had left a large dent in the near wall of the thing, but far more importantly, it must have damaged the locks on the doors, because they were open.
A surge of desperate hope granting her extra energy, Vi changed direction slightly. Instead of trying to reach the trailer and climb onto it, she bent all of her will onto reaching the doors. Just as she heard the hiss of water breaking across the Leviathan’s dorsal fin, just as the bow wave it pushed began to lift her up and block out the sun, Vi seized hold of one of the doors, pulling herself into the open space beyond it.
The ichthyic titan rushed past the opening less than a second later, Vi turning just in time to see the armored head clip the door she’d used as a handhold, missing her by less than five feet, and rip it away from the trailer with the force of impact. One large pectoral fin flared out as the beast slowed itself down, but sheer momentum kept it going for a while longer, and Vi took the time to draw herself farther back into the dark recesses of the trailer. As she watched the Leviathan’s long body turning, bringing its head back to the open end of the trailer, Vi almost jumped when there was a loud thumping from above.
“You okay down there?” It was a female voice; Vi figured it was the short-haired blonde woman with the rescue group.
“Just peachy!” she replied. There was debris in here too, floating remnants of cardboard boxes, but those were easy enough to work around. Breathing wasn’t an issue either. As with outside, there was a good distance, three feet or so, between the waterline and the ceiling, so she had plenty of room. “Might have a problem getting out, though!” There didn’t seem to be any sort of access hatch or anything on the roof. That didn’t leave her a lot of options for an exit, but she wasn’t about to go back…
Vi froze when she looked back at the doorway she’d swum in through. The Leviathan had worked itself into position, its head aimed directly into the trailer, and now it pushed forward. Vi felt her heart race as it approached, striking the outside of the doorway. The trailer shuddered around her, but the monster’s advance was halted, the pectoral fins moving as it backed up.
It can’t get in, Vi told herself, trying to slow her heart as she kept herself afloat. It’s too big. The fins are too big across and the damn thing can’t get through the door.
Then, as if some malevolent deity had heard her, the Leviathan adjusted its fins.
They weren’t like the fins on a shark, she realized, but instead mounted on short limbs, and now the limbs folded back, flattening against the monster’s body as its tail swept back and forth, sending it forward once more, and this time it had just enough room.
Vi really, really missed her gauntlets.
She swam back as best she could as the armored head entered the trailer, the six eyes briefly shining like animate hex crystals as they caught the light. And then they went dark, the beast slipping into the dark interior with her.
Kyle and the others watched in horror as the water monster began pushing its way into the trailer after Vi. The creature’s immense weight rocked the trailer whenever it struck the walls, and Kyle swayed on his feet, catching sight of Nina’s body sliding over the side, leaving a pool of blood behind.
“You and your damned principles, Leonard!” the doctor in the blue outfit said, cursing himself. “What I wouldn’t give for a phaser right now.” The trailer shook as the Leviathan worked its way farther in, and Kyle looked over to the bloody spot where Nina had been. He wasn’t losing anyone else.
“I don’t know what a phaser is,” he said to the doctor, lifting his assault rifle, “but this will have to do for now!” Taking aim, he squeezed the trigger, the gun rattling as he sprayed the length of the monster with bullets. At this range, he couldn’t miss, and nearly fifteen rounds struck the creature’s slick brown hide. To Kyle’s dismay, though, the barrage had almost no effect. The shots fired at the steepest angles pierced the skin, little puffs of blood mist spurting up, but they hardly seemed like serious wounds. The shots that hit at shallower angles didn’t even do that much, apparently failing to penetrate the beast’s hide. Of course they didn’t. The skin was going to be thick, and underneath it would be densely packed muscle, and the sheer size of the creature meant that the vital organs would be deep inside, the odds of the bullets reaching them incredibly slim.
Barring a lucky shot through an eye, they really would need a rocket launcher to kill this thing.
Something large, a wooden office desk, came flying in from above and slammed into the Leviathan’s back, the force of the impact shattering it into splinters. Looking up, Kyle saw Spinneret on the nearest building, using her webs like a sling to throw whatever improvised projectiles she could.
It wasn’t enough, though; none of it was. The monster continued its advance, its massive tail churning the water into froth as it pushed in ever closer to its trapped prey.
Vi continued to retreat, swimming away as the creature drew slowly closer. Floating chunks of sodden cardboard got in her way, and she pushed them aside. She didn’t know where she was going; she was going to run into the other wall of the trailer sooner or later. At this point, though, fleeing was all she could do.
Her forward progress slowed, and then stopped, as the water around her began rushing backward. Turning, she saw the Leviathan’s jaws open wide, barely visible in the dim light. Water was rushing into the gaping maw, dragging her along with it. In seconds, her whole body would just vanish into what looked like a giant, black cave filled with teeth like glass daggers.
Screaming, she reached out, grasping for anything, and managed to grab hold of one of the ridges on the metal of the nearest wall. Her fingers ached, but she held on, and eventually the monster’s jaws slammed shut, spraying water over her, and it stopped trying to pull her in and instead began pressing forward again. Vi took the opportunity to regain the progress she’d made, faster than it was in the narrow space, but eventually there was nowhere else to go.
Looking back, she saw the dark shape of the Leviathan thrashing back and forth as it closed in, the movement sending large waves crashing against every surface. One of them struck Vi in the face, forcing her under and pushing her against the back wall. As she pushed herself back up, seeking air, she realised there was a chink of light coming through from the wall she was closest to.
Of course! she realized; It’s a container. There are doors at both ends.
Pushing herself up against the tiny gap, she tried to squeeze through it, to no avail. Though the doors were open enough to let light come in, they had seized in position, and would move no further. She tried to force them open, but between keeping her head above water and making sure she didn’t push herself into the ever-closing monster’s snapping maw, she couldn’t shift them. Sticking her arm through the gap, Vi angled her head up and called through the opening.
“There’s a door!” she yelled, hoping someone above could hear her. “There’s a door at the front! Somebody, help!”
“She’s saying something!” Copperhead shouted, drawing Kyle’s attention to the front of the trailer. Running to her position, he listened. It was difficult to hear over the noise the Leviathan was making, but finally he made it out.
“There’s a door here, but it’s jammed; you have to get it open!” Adrenaline surged through Kyle at the news. There was a way to get her out. At once he took stock, and saw the half-opened doors. They could never open fully with the cab in the way, but there might just have been enough clearance for a person to squeeze through.
“Help me get this open!” he called to the others, and at once they set to work, trying to shove it further open from atop the container. They tried everything, pushing on it, kicking it, but it was no good. Pushing and kicking it only slid them around the top of the container, and when Copperhead tried to squeeze herself into the gap to force it open, all she accomplished was nearly losing her grip on the slick metal and falling in herself.
In desperation Kyle wedged the stock of his assault rifle into the gap between the top of the door and the rest of the container and tried to use it as a lever, but after a moment’s furious heaving on it, the stock yielded first with a crack of splintering wood. The rest of the rifle fell before he could grab it, bouncing off the trailer hitch and then vanishing into the seething black water with a splash.
Kyle cast around for options, panting furiously. None of them could get the right kind of leverage, or were strong enough to force the rusted metal to yield anyway.
But perhaps…
“Spinneret!” he yelled up to her, not even bothering with the radio, “I need you down here! We need your help!” He didn’t know if she had intuited what he wanted her to do, or if she was simply desperate to make up for what had happened to Nina, but the redhead didn’t ask any questions, instead launching herself off the building she’d been clinging to and down to them. She somersaulted in the air and landed just beside Kyle on all fours, striking hard enough to dent the metal she hit.
“What can I do?” she asked.
“There’s a door at the front of the trailer, but it’s jammed.”
“On it!” Mary Jane jumped off the front of the trailer and onto the hitch. Anchoring herself to the left-hand door via a palm and the soles of her feet, she took hold of the edge of the open door and pulled with all her might. For a moment the hinges resisted, and Kyle could see the door starting to bend where she was pulling on it.
The container shook more violently, and looking back, Kyle saw that the Leviathan was almost fully inside of it now. It couldn’t be more than ten feet from Vi, and in a matter of seconds it would be on her.
Back on the hitch, Mary Jane did what Copperhead had done, squeezing herself into the gap and trying to use her legs to force it open. Unlike Copperhead, however, she didn’t need to worry about losing her grip. Teeth bared with the effort, Mary Jane pushed as hard as she could with her legs, and the hinges squealed as they began to give, the door finally opening.
As soon as the gap was open wide enough, MJ pulled herself up back onto the trailer, and Vi made her way out a moment later. Attaching a line of web to the pink-haired woman, Mary Jane yanked her up and out of the water, landing her on the trailer just in time, the Leviathan’s bone-plated head ramming into the still-closed door hard enough to buckle it outwards.
Looking away from the creature, Kyle helped Vi to her feet. She coughed a little, looking from one of her rescuers to another.
“Thanks,” she finally said. “That was… way too close.” Mary Jane nodded, releasing a nervous laugh. Before anything else could be said, though, the trailer rocked to one side, nearly tipping them off.
“What the hell?” Johnny asked, before looking down at where Vi had just been pulled from. Kyle followed his gaze, able to see that the Leviathan’s head was still sticking out from the door.
“Why isn’t it backing out?” the rockerboy wondered aloud. Kyle couldn’t answer, looking at the others, and then Vi gasped.
“It can’t!” She said quickly. “It needs its fins to swim backwards and it folded them up to get in; it can’t back up now!”
“You mean it’s stuck?” McCoy asked. Vi nodded.
Before she could say anything else, the entire trailer moved again, not just shaking but tilting over to the side, Kyle and the others nearly losing their balance before the whole thing fell back into its original position.
What the hell? Kyle blinked, and then realized what was happening. If what Vi said was true, then the Leviathan needed more room to spread its fins to back up, or it needed the cab not to be blocking its way to swim out through the front. The creature was thrashing itself from side to side trying to tip the container off the trailer and into the water fully.
In the time it would take to do that, however, it couldn’t come after them.
“Everybody across the water,” Kyle said, “now!” The trailer lurched again, tilting the other direction this time. “Spinneret, it’ll take too long for all of us to hop across the way we did to get here, so take as many people as you can.”
“Got it,” the redhead answered, extending an arm to Vi. Seeming to understand, she stepped in closer, allowing Mary Jane to hold onto her while she fired off a line of webbing, attaching herself to one of the buildings and gaining just enough altitude to keep both of them above the water as they headed back for dry land. While they did that, Johnny and Copperhead began moving back the way they came, jumping from spot to spot using wreckage and sunken cars. After depositing Vi, MJ swung back and retrieved Dr. McCoy.
Kyle brought up the rear, intensely relieved to finally get away from the trailer, which was tilting back and forth more violently by the minute. He had to use the debris-hopping method for about half the way back, before Spinneret retrieved him.
By the time the Leviathan knocked the trailer on its side and swam clear, the last of the survivors had arrived back in the more “normal” streets of the necropolis. There was a pause, a moment of dead air while Kyle tried to think of something to say, anything from words of reassurance to some sort of wry joke, but in the end nothing really seemed to fit.
“All right,” he finally said. “The bunker’s back this way. Spinneret, get back up there, check for the gargoyles and try and guide us around the biggest groups of zombies.”
“Okay,” she said, and ascended to her usual position as the group began moving.
***
Satsuki Kiryuin entered the common room where the inhabitants of the bunker, new arrivals and some of the current occupants, were waiting, rested Bakuzan against one of the crates and sat down on it. Folding one leg over the other, she did her best to maintain a proper sense of poise for the people she was being introduced to. It was proving difficult, though, to keep a smile off her face. She was in an unusually good mood today. It was difficult for her to tell why. Maybe it was just that her sickness had finally passed, with no fever or pains to bother her. She felt slightly foggy, but she just put that down to the IV of antibiotics Báthory had given her earlier, those always made her feel tired.
The rest of the group was engaged in conversation. Satsuki wasn’t certain yet of what the connection was, but Copperhead appeared to be talking to a pink-haired woman in a form-fitting outfit that looked like a mix of cloth and strategically fitted armor plates, the new woman’s responses indicating that they were getting along pretty well. The other rescue was a man in a blue shirt and black pants, with a badge on the left side of his chest, a sort of chevron rendered in gold. Satsuki recognized it immediately. The man was engaged in a more somber conversation with Kyle, and Satsuki stood up, crossing to the two of them and indicating for Kyle to step out into the hall with her. The newcomer looked somewhat confused, evidently wondering if he should follow them.
“This will only take a moment,” Satsuki said, and then took Kyle into the hall. She wrinkled her nose as he came close. He smelled like a sewer.
“Kyle, have you spoken to him about what organization he belongs to?”
“No,” Kyle said, shaking his head. “I did notice the uniform looks familiar. You don’t suppose… why are you smiling?” Satsuki shrugged.
“I’m in a good mood right now,” she said, “somewhat tired, but better than I’ve been in quite some time.” She focused on trying to wipe the grin off her face and resume her more focused look. “As for the newcomer, there are some differences, but the outfits are similar enough that I’m certain that he and the late Doctor Marcus belong to the same military or some other kind of service.”
“That’s a first. I don’t think we’ve had anybody from the same place before. You think we should tell him about Carol?”
“That’s actually why I wanted to speak to you out here. I believe it’s best if we don’t.” Kyle frowned.
“Why?”
“At the moment, I don’t think it would accomplish anything. Telling him that he had a comrade here, but that she’s dead now, seems more likely to hurt him than anything else. Moreover, as you said, we’ve never had two people from the same place before, and I need time to think about what this might mean. Remain quiet on the subject for now, and I’ll…” There was that silly smile again. She tried to shake it off. “I’ll revisit this later, after we know more.” Kyle looked into the room, at the man they were talking about, and then turned back to Satsuki and nodded.
“Alright,” he said, looking a little unsure, although that was likely due to her demeanor. “I’ll leave it up to you.”
“Thank you,” Satsuki said, and they both returned to the room.
“If you will excuse us for that delay,” she said, taking her seat again, “my name is Satsuki Kiryuin, and I am in charge of this shelter.” Johnny was at the corner of her field of view, and she noticed his expression change slightly. She would have to think about that later, however. “The bunker is secure and you are safe in here, but it is procedure to ask a few questions about the new people we take in. If you would be willing to introduce yourselves...” The pink-haired woman and the man in blue looked at each other for a moment, evidently trying to decide who should go first. Finally, she nodded and he leaned forward.
“Doctor Leonard McCoy,” he said. “I’m…” He sighed. “What year is it? From the looks of you I’ve gone back in time again.” April laughed.
Leonard McCoy - Star Trek (https://i.imgur.com/8Rj3rBF.jpg)
“None of us are certain,” Satsuki replied. “Where I’m from, it’s 2014, while April’s from 1987 and another of us is from 1886.”
McCoy seemed to think about something for a second, then evidently dismissed the thought with a shake of his head.
"It's 2270 where I'm from," he said with a half-smile. "And I'm chief medical officer on the Federation Starship Enterprise."
“Federation?” Satsuki asked, leaning forward. “Is this a military organization?”
“When it has to be,” McCoy replied. “Normally it’s for exploration, peaceful trade and negotiation, but the galaxy’s a rough place.”
“You don’t know what planet we’re on, do you?” April asked.
“I’m not even sure how I got here,” McCoy answered. “Stepped onto the transporter pad along with the Captain and Spock, and I ended up here. Just thought the damn thing had gone wrong again at first, but that doesn't tell me where we are.”
“You could probably tell from what April asked,” Kyle said, “but none of us know either. The best guess we all have is that we were brought here, transported somehow, and probably not by accident.”
“Not again,” the doctor said, with an irritated roll of his eyes. There were a few scattered chuckles, but he merely scowled.
“This planet appears to have suffered some sort of disaster,” Satsuki added, “some sort of pandemic that turned the inhabitants into hostile creatures.”
“Not the first time that’s happened either,” behind him, Satsuki saw Copperhead raise an eyebrow.
“You serious?” she asked.
“Yeah. Seems like every other week I get kidnapped by aliens, or transported to an evil mirror universe, or go back in time or whatever.”
“Believe me,” Kyle said, “I’ve been here a while. Stuff happens in this place you wouldn’t even believe, stuff that seems... impossible.”
McCoy 'hmm'd and nodded. "Remind me to tell you about the time our science officer's brain got stolen and we had to get it back."
“I have to know about this,” April said. McCoy seemed ready to respond, but Satsuki stopped him.
“That may have to be a story for another time,” she said, though she had to admit she was curious as to how that had resolved itself, and it sounded pretty funny. “For now…” she repressed a giggle, and the fact that she had to do that actually unnerved her somewhat. “For now, we are glad to have another medical doctor here. Erzsebet is talented, but additional help is always welcome. Now…” She shifted her attention to the woman, who straightened up.
“Name’s Vi,” she said. “I’m from Piltover. Well, I grew up in Zaun, but I moved up to Piltover. It’s 997 back home.” There was some grime in her hair, but its pink color was still striking, and her eyes were a vivid blue.
Vi - League of Legends (https://i.imgur.com/mXhyfTN.jpg)
Almost too vivid, in fact, and Satsuki tilted her head. It very nearly looked like her eyes were glowing. Satsuki blinked and did her best to listen to the newcomer, nodding to indicate that she’d heard her.
“997,” Kyle said, looking somewhat confused. “Um… BC or AD?”
“The hell are those?” Vi asked. “It’s 997 AN.”
“Where did you say you’re from again?” Satsuki asked, failing utterly to keep the smile off her face now. More than a few people were looking somewhat alarmed now, but she couldn’t do anything to help it.
“Piltover.” Vi looked around at the others, seeming to notice for the first time the lack of comprehension. “Piltover? City of Progress? None of this ringin’ any bells?” She blinked a few times, and then looked back at Satsuki. “Where am I?”
“Uh, nobody knows,” Johnny said. “Get used to that answer, by the way.”
“What do you do back home?” April asked. Vi gave her a good-natured smile.
“Used to be I was on the wrong side of the law, but I’m with the Wardens these days.”
“Wardens?” Johnny asked. “You’re a cop, you mean?”
“Piltover’s finest,” Vi said with a grin. “Gauntlets of the law! Well,” she smiled sheepishly, “until last night anyway.”
“What do you mean?” Copperhead asked.
“Vi saved all of us when we got here,” McCoy said. “Nina and I weren’t here but ten minutes when we were attacked by something that looked like… like some kind of giant anteater.”
“I’ve seen that thing,” Kyle said, looking haunted. “Isabeau and I saw it out on patrol once; saw what it does to people.” he shook his head. “It’s got a long tongue, and it works that into an orifice, reaches in and pulls your guts out.”
“Not anymore!” Vi said, still grinning. “I grabbed that son of a bitch by its tongue when it tried to pull that trick on me, and then hit it in the face as hard as I could with the other hex gauntlet. Punched it all over the street.”
“You mean you punched it down the street?” Mary Jane asked.
“Nope.” Vi replied, bearing a satisfied smile. Then she sighed, and the smile faded. “Last night, though, it started raining, and the part of the city we were in... you know, it flooded, really fast too. We were working our way through a building that was filling up with water and I got stuck. It was either drown or lose the gauntlets. Not a hard choice to make, but not one I’m happy I had to."
“What about the other woman who was with you?” Mary Jane asked. “The blonde?” Off to the side, Satsuki noticed Kyle looking far more sullen than he had before.
“That was Nina,” Dr. McCoy said, nodding solemnly. “She was kind of quiet, so we never learned a lot about her for sure, but she worked for something she called the Mishima Financial Group, and she was a bodyguard, I think, or a security officer. Seemed like she didn’t want to be part of a group, but she ended up helping us out; got us all away from the water and onto that statue when the flood happened.” Another moment passed in silence.
“Thanks, Doc,” Kyle finally said, and Satsuki felt it was time to bring the questioning to a close. At least she thought she did. It was… difficult to think. As though a haze had settled on her that was slowing her thoughts. She had to concentrate just to speak.
“Thank you both for speaking with us,” she said, over-pronouncing each word slightly in her struggle not to lose any of them. “Doctor McCoy. I feel that you should be shown around the medical ward soon. But for now, we should help the both of you get settled in.”
“I can show you where the bedrooms are,” Kyle began, but Satsuki waved him off.
“There’s…” she started, but trailed off, looking at her hand. She moved it back and forth again, and it… blurred somewhat, not merely the usual motion blur, but too much of it, almost like how the blue in Vi’s eyes had been too bright. When she moved it a cloud of phosphorescent sparks glittered through the air in its wake, like luminescent plankton caught in waves. Putting her hand down, she tried to ignore the image.
“There’s been some progress in our exploration of the bunker’s lower levels,” she said. “While the search and rescue team was away, Isabeau, Chun-Li and April swept the next floor down, labeled Level Two, and among other things they discovered far better living quarters than the ones up here. We spent much of the day relocating down there.
“Well, that’ll be nice,” Mary Jane said. Vi leaned forward at the new information.
“So, what is this place, exactly?” she asked. Her eyes were still too bright, and now the color actually seemed to have started leaking out of the irises and flowing into the whites of her eyes.
“Some kind of… public shelter is our best guess,” Satsuki said hesitantly. “We’re not sure; are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” Vi said, sounding confused by the question. “I need a bath and a change of clothes, but other than that I’ve been worse. Are you okay?” One of her eyes had turned completely blue now, and looking away from her Satsuki found that it wasn’t just her that was being affected.
On the wall behind Vi, a strange visual effect was becoming noticeable. The grey of the concrete was turning to some kind of static or snow, like on a broken TV set. The little black spots grew bigger, and then finally became black beetles maybe a centimeter long. The beetles swarmed across the wall, neat lines of them weaving into letters in some alphabet long forgotten.
“I’m…” Satsuki looked incredulously at the others. The beetles were buzzing audibly as they moved; how could nobody else even hear them?
Looking away from the wall, Satsuki found herself looking down at the wooden surface of the crate she was sitting on. Directly beside her thigh, the wood bulged up, forming into a pair of lips and peeling back, revealing perfect white teeth. Then the teeth opened, revealing a purple and green eyeball that stared directly at her.
“Nggh!” she leapt off the crate. “I, um… I need to go. If you would all… excuse me.” Beads of sweat were breaking out all over her body now, and she left the room as quickly as possible, heading down the hall to the nearest dormitory. She knew what she had just told them; knew that there were better, more spacious bedrooms downstairs, but she didn’t think she’d make it to Level Two at this rate.
I’m hallucinating, she thought. None of this is real; that’s why the others didn’t react. Whatever happened, I need to get to bed and lie down until it wears off.
The haze was thickening. With every step she took, Satsuki found her legs growing heavier. Her whole body was getting heavier, in fact. It didn’t stop the insanity from following her out into the hall, though. As she made her way to the dorms, the stone beneath her feet cracked and split open, and a large mouth opened in her path, lined with dozens of flapping tongues. Satsuki moved to the side, bumping into one of the walls in the process. Everything was shifting. It wasn’t just the walls and floor; the whole world seemed to be tilting, and Satsuki struggled not to fall over; not to fall into the floor mouth that was licking its teeth and salivating at the thought of biting into her flesh.
Another mouth opened in her path, and then another, the tongues now bifurcating and reaching for her, slimy tips trying to wrap around her ankles, and yet for all that some part of her sounded alarm bells, most of her was just more and more tired. She stumbled away from the grasping tongues, and the floor tilted again, leaning forward at a sickening angle. Satsuki reached out and managed to grab one of the walls. Hair sprouted from the concrete, and she was forced back away from the surface, swaying back and forth.
She wasn’t going to make it to a dormitory. She’d collapse in the hall at this rate. She just had to get somewhere that people wouldn't see her.
As soon as she reached the nearest storeroom door, she turned the switch and stumbled inside, almost falling against a shelf. This was a good enough spot.
Sinking to the floor, she curled up against the cool concrete and shut her eyes, dimly hoping that when she woke up the world would make sense again.
***
Later that night, Chun-Li was showing Kyle their new room.
It was almost funny that she should be so excited over it. Compared to the hotel rooms she’d stayed in when she was with Interpol, it was rather spartan, with a simple, small closet, a bed and an attached bathroom. Nonetheless, it was a big step up from their previous sleeping quarters. Just having one bed meant not worrying about fitting into the space beneath the top bunk, and the attached bathroom meant not having to run down the hall just to pee.
After their time in the shower, it was also nice to know that, even as they took in more people, Kyle and she would have somewhere they could... enjoy themselves without worrying about someone walking in on them. Not that she was expecting that to happen now.
Even if she wasn’t expecting that, she couldn’t help but notice that Kyle seemed rather withdrawn. He was quiet as he took in the room, and stayed that way as the two of them got ready for bed. He smiled when she looked at him, but it was clear to her that it was for show.
Chun-Li felt like she recognized the attitude. She imagined she had looked similar when she had first arrived at the Bunker. When the two of them finally sat down on the bed, she looked over at him.
“Are you okay?” she asked gently. Kyle gave her another artificial smile.
“Sure,” he said. “We brought back two survivors and we all came back in one piece.”
“Okay,” Chun-Li said. A moment later, she continued “so do you want to tell me how you really feel?” Kyle laughed softly, but he didn’t sound amused at all.
“It’s that obvious, huh?”
“Only to me. I remember how I felt after Cindy and I escaped from the demons’ nest. I remember what I went through, what I’m... what I'm still going through. You’re trying to hide it, but you look kind of like I felt. So…” She reached out and put a hand over his. “...Do you want to tell me about it?”
“We brought back two survivors,” he said. “There were three people out there.” He sighed.
“There was something big in the water, and they didn’t want to try crossing, at least not until we figured out where it was. I thought the longer we waited, the more likely it was that one of the demons would spot them, so I tried to get them across.” He swallowed and shook his head. “It was the wrong call.” He took a deep breath, opening his mouth as if to say more, but evidently he couldn’t articulate it all, so he just looked at her and boiled it all down to four words.
“I made a mistake.” He didn’t say anything more, and he didn’t need to. Chun-Li understood.
Whether you were in the military or law enforcement, one of the burdens of the job was making choices. You had to stay calm; keep yourself together for others. At the end of the day, though, that didn’t always matter. You could tell yourself you made the right call, or that there was no right call to make, or you could admit to making a bad decision, but way too often it boiled down to the same thing.
You made a choice, and someone died. In Chun-Li’s experience, that didn’t get any easier the longer you were on the job.
She knew this wasn’t like her talk with Isabeau; there was really nothing she could say to Kyle, at least nothing he hadn’t thought himself. Sometimes it was better not to talk, so she didn’t try.
Sitting a little farther back on the bed, her back resting against the wall, she looked at Kyle and opened her arms. Without a single protest, he climbed into her embrace, nestling his face into her neck and breathing deeply as she stroked his hair and back.
For all of the others here in the bunker, Kyle would be the soldier, the steely-eyed professional. He had survived against incredible odds, and to help everyone else he did his best to project the air of the survivor, the last man standing.
But he couldn’t keep that act up all the time, and she understood that this side of him was something she alone was permitted to see. He would help her in her moments of deepest vulnerability, but right now he needed someone else to do that for him, and she wasn’t about to refuse.
One floor above, Johnny Silverhand found that sleep would not come easily. It could have been leftover adrenaline from the events of the day; the encounter with the massive water monster. That had been absolutely terrifying, but it had been hours now, and the energy of the life and death situation would have worn off by now.
It could also be due to what had happened earlier. When she’d been introducing herself to the pink-haired cop and the highrider with the MD, Satsuki had taken the opportunity to casually remind everyone that she was in charge of the shelter. And then there’d been her weird exit from the room, looking more than a little ruffled. He still wasn’t sure when exactly it was going to happen, but he had a feeling the corporate princess was going to push, sooner rather than later, and when that moment came he was going to need a plan.
He kept moving as he thought it over, making his way through the halls of Level One. The floor was a square, with border halls that each led to a door, one in each corner. Behind those doors were elevators leading one floor up to guardhouses, or whatever you wanted to call them, like the one he’d been brought in through. In addition to the border halls, the block of rooms was split up by two connecting hallways, one that connected the North side of the square to the South side, and another that joined the East to the West. Where the two connecting halls crossed was another set of elevators, but these ones only went down, leading to Level Two, and the unexplored floors below that.
Johnny found himself passing through the central junction with the elevator shafts, heading for a door a little past it, drawn by sound, a pounding impact, not regular enough to be a machine but loud enough to be curious. Opening the door, Johnny smiled as he found the source.
Beyond the door was a surprisingly large gym. He had to admit that “surprisingly large” was sort of the theme for the lower levels of this place, and all the rooms he’d seen down here, the cafeteria, the storeroom and now this place, were all pretty damn huge.
The gym was split into three different sections. One part of the room contained various exercise machines, though they were all still in boxes. Chun-Li had mentioned them to him the other day, and the whole thing was strange. He’d expected the bunker to have been raided during whatever disaster had happened here, or to have gone full Mary Celeste, with signs of life but nobody there. Instead it was like this place had been all set up for people to use, but no one had ever been down here. There wasn't even any dust.
It was bizarre.
The second area was already set up, with benches and various sets of lifting weights. Some of the other people here had already made use of it.
The final area was evidently for martial arts practice, with large floor mats for sparring. This was also the source of the noise he’d heard.
Off to the side of the sparring area, near one of the walls, a punching bag had been set up, suspended from a heavy stand. At the moment, Copperhead was attacking it with everything she had, and the sound of her rapid fire punches and kicks had been audible well outside of the room. Johnny almost greeted her, but didn’t want to interrupt. He didn’t know if there was a method to what she was doing, if she was counting off her strikes or working through practiced attack patterns, and he didn’t want to throw her off.
Beyond that, she was captivating to watch.
She was still wearing her sweatpants and sneakers from earlier, but had apparently decided to go without the upper portion of the tracksuit, stripping down to a simple workout bra. It left the skin of her torso almost completely bare, and Johnny could see the intricate black tattoos encircling her neck and continuing down her back. He could see the lithe muscles of her back flexing as she threw punches, and she’d been doing this for long enough that she’d worked up an appreciable sweat, tiny droplets of it giving her skin a reflective sheen.
He wasn’t entirely sure how long he stood there, not saying a word, but evidently it was a bit too long.
“So, are you gonna stand there and watch all night, or what?” she asked, not looking away from what she was doing.
“Sorry,” Johnny said. “It’s just... impressive, you know?” Copperhead chuckled, putting a hand on the punching bag to steady it, and then turning away to face him. Johnny did his best to keep his eyes on her face, instead of watching the way the light played across her glistening body, or how he could see where the barbells piercing her nipples were denting the front of the sports bra.
“I have to be,” she said, walking over to a nearby bench and grabbing a towel. “Guate was tough enough, but right before I ended up here I was heading to Gotham, and that’s a hell of a town. Probably not as bad as this place, though.” She chuckled. “Usually when they say a city will eat you alive, they don’t mean it literally.”
“No kidding,” Johnny said. “It’s the same back where I’m from.” Copperhead tilted her head and raised a brow, the tiniest hint of a smile appearing. The look alone made Johnny swallow, but he gave her a teasing smile of his own.
“In 2020 they voted my city the worst place to live in America. Main issues; sky-high rate of violence, and more people living below the poverty line than anywhere else.” He shrugged. “Can’t deny it, it’s all true, and yet everybody still wants to live there.”
“Sounds like my kind of place,” Copperhead grinned.
“I don’t know,” Johnny replied, grinning back. “You’re good, there’s no denying that, but it takes something else to survive there.”
“Oh?” she said. “You saying I couldn’t hack it in your hometown?” Johnny shrugged, continuing the game.
“Alright then, come on,” she said, nodding at the punching bag. “Let’s see what you’ve got, rockerboy.” Stepping up, Johnny pulled back the Hand.
“Oh no you don’t! That’s cheating. You’re gonna hit that bag with the same kind of arm I’ve got.”
“That’s not cheating. Back home just about everybody’s ‘borged in some way, whether it’s plugs in their heads for hacking into computer hardware, optical implants for enhanced vision, cyber-arms,” he lifted the Hand, opening and closing a fist for emphasis, “or all of the above.”
“So what you’re saying,” Copperhead said, stepping closer while she started drying herself with the towel, rubbing her cheek, “is that normal, one hundred percent natural...well,” she gestured to her eyes, “almost one hundred percent natural people just don’t cut it back home?” She ran the towel from her cheek down the smooth skin of her throat, and then farther, wiping at the tattoos on her chest before trailing the fabric across where the tops of her breasts pushed up from the bra. Johnny found himself momentarily hypnotized as he watched the smooth flesh give under her touch.
When he managed to look back up to her face, he found her grinning, fully aware of what he’d been looking at. This was just like that time in the common room a couple nights ago, but he didn’t have the excuse of being drunk this time.
Then again, just like back then, she didn’t seem the least bit upset at where his eyes had been. Instead of bringing the game to an end, she kept it going.
“You’re saying that to survive, I’d need something like...this?” She punctuated the question by reaching out and touching the Hand, allowing her finger to trail along the chrome surface, up the arm and to where it met his original body. The pressure sensors in the cyber-arm gave him an altered form of touch, and he could feel the pad of her finger as it moved, but the sudden transition to her touching real skin made him shiver. He turned to face her, but she broke away, keeping up the tease.
“Well,” he said, working to regain his composure as they both moved toward the punching bag, “I’m not saying people like you don’t exist, but they have to be careful; choose their battles. ‘Borgs have a certain advantage over soft-body types, after all.”
“Soft-body, huh?” Copperhead had slung the towel across her shoulders, and as she walked around the bag to stand in front of him she pulled it off and dropped it on the floor, spreading her arms to put her body on display. “Tell me, Johnny,” she said, stepped in closer and lowered her voice. “Do I look soft to you?” She was leaning forward a little, a mock bow, the angle giving him a tantalizing look at her cleavage. That teasing smile remained. She was pushing their little game, seeing how far she could go.
“Please,” Johnny said, pushing it further. He laid his flesh hand on the punching bag. “I don’t know how long you’d last against a fully kitted out Solo. Music is my game, and I could probably match you.”
“Oh, I don’t think you could handle me, rockerboy,” the assassin said with a confident smile.
“Is that a challenge?” Johnny asked. Copperhead stepped in closer, coming around the bag, her green eyes shining as they caught the light.
“Maybe it is,” she said, closing the distance even more, so close he could feel her breath on him. “What are you gonna do about it?” For a moment, they just stared at each other, the challenge issued through eye contact alone.
And then Johnny leaned forward, she grabbed hold of him and their mouths crashed against each other. Her lips molded firm against his, the breath from her nose rushing across his face. Johnny picked her up and spun around, pinning her against the wall as they kept kissing, and there was an electric shock of contact as the tips of her tongue brushed against his lips, seeking entry.
He’d forgotten about her forked tongue, and he was so consumed with the sudden, unexpected sensation that he didn’t notice what Copperhead was doing with her legs until her left leg hooked under his right, pulling it out from under him and sending him down to land on the mat. She pulled away from his mouth and touched her forehead to his, her eyes burning into his as her breath blew across his lips. Even from this close, he could still see her grin.
The game was still going. The rules had just changed.
Pressing on her shoulder with his right hand, he used the cyber-arm to push off the floor, slipping them over and landing atop her. She laughed in surprise, and then their lips came together for another burning kiss, her forked tongue sliding into his mouth, the sensation of the tips playing inside more intensely erotic than anything Johnny had felt in a long time. Wrapping one of her thighs around his waist, she pushed up off the mat and ground her hips into his, the pleasure so intense it made him groan into her mouth. They broke apart again, both of them panting now.
“Maybe we should take this downstairs,” he managed, eager to continue this in a bedroom.
“Mm,” Copperhead said, pretending to think about it. “Fair enough.”
A few minutes later, the pair emerged from the elevator on Level Two, Johnny doing his best to navigate the halls with Copperhead undulating against him. Eventually, they reached a door. There were little numbers on them, but Johnny didn’t stop to read them, barely able to turn the switch to open the door with the blonde’s tongue curling around his. Finally, though, the door slid open and the two of them made their way inside...to find Isabeau sitting on the bed.
The three stared at each other, none of them even blinking. Finally, Copperhead snorted a laugh.
“This is...um,” Johnny managed. “This is the wrong room.”
“In-deed,” Isabeau replied icily. Copperhead continued to laugh as Johnny awkwardly shuffled out of the room and the door closed behind him.
“That was your fault,” he said, trying not to laugh himself.
“You mean a soft-bodied human threw you off that badly?” She taunted. Johnny responded by picking her up, their mouths fusing together again as he carried her toward the right door this time.
As soon as the barrier slid out of the way, the pair stumbled into the room, and Johnny pushed Copperhead against the nearest wall. The door closed just as he reached behind her, and the sound of her bra clasp coming undone under his deft fingers was almost as satisfying as the surprise on her face.
“Didn’t figure you’d know how to do that, Johnny,” she said with a grin. A moment later, the bra was peeled away, revealing her supple breasts, the barbells in her nipples gleaming as they caught the light. Johnny let go of her body, allowing Copperhead to rest her back against the wall while he cupped and squeezed the mounds of flesh. A shiver went through her body, and he found her looking down at where the chrome surface of the Hand met her flesh.
“Cold,” she said, and then her eyes met his again, the challenge still in them. Johnny responded by gripping the metal pieces in her nipples and twisting them, making her hiss and squirm against him. Moving over to the bed, he dropped her onto it, shifting his attention to her feet and working to get her shoes off- a moment later, he began pulling at her pants, but she moved, slithering out of them to lie naked on the sheets.
Johnny moved atop her, allowing his clothed body to slide along her nude one. He used his right hand to pin both of hers above her head, and she arched her back as he cupped a breast with his metal hand, running the cool thumb over a nipple, leaving it painfully erect from a mixture of lust and the cold touch of the metal. Moving the Hand aside, he breathed on it, and she sighed as the hot air washed over the sensitive point, and then he heard her hiss with pleasure as he took it between his teeth. He swept his tongue across the little bud, his own flesh against metal now as he tasted the piercing. He let that breast go, shifting to the other one, and then she changed things again.
Copperhead’s thighs closed around his waist, and Johnny found himself being flipped over, on his back now with the blonde leaning over him.
“You’re way overdressed for this,” she said, and her hands began moving quickly, nimbly, stripping away Johnny’s jacket and shirt like a magic trick. She moved back now, fingers trailing along his chest and abs as she reached for his belt and began removing his pants. When she pulled his underwear off, though, his erection freed to the cool air of the room, Johnny put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down. He didn’t say a word, but it was very clear where he was suggesting she go.
Smiling up at him, keeping those stunning eyes locked on his, she moved her head down slowly, and then in a single motion swallowed him to the root.
Johnny writhed as her expert mouth worked on him. After a while he couldn’t look at her anymore, the visual one piece of stimulation too many, and he threw his head back, looking up at the featureless, concrete ceiling as he lay back on the bed. He squeezed the mattress with one hand as he reached down with the other, running his fingers through her short hair. Regaining some control of himself, he sat up, looking down at her and admiring her lithe form crouched down on all fours as she sucked hungrily at him. As he watched, her eyes flicked back up to find his, and the maddening pleasure of her tongue against his shaft stopped.
He noticed her muscles tensing just before she moved, pulling her mouth off him and flipping up, her legs wrapping around his head and sending him back to the bed, her lying on top of him.
“Fair’s fair, rockerboy,” she whispered, the lust audible in her voice, and then took him in her mouth again as her thighs tightened around his head. A drop of hot nectar landed on his lips, and Johnny stopped thinking, abandoning however this had started. Gripping the taut cheeks of her ass, he pulled her hips down and closed his mouth over her sex, sliding his tongue into her burning depths. Copperhead shivered above him and moaned around his cock, the sensation nearly setting him off then and there, but he held on, fingers squeezing her flesh as he worked deeper inside of her, dragging his tongue over the slick flesh, finding her hot spots as she found his.
They stayed like that for a long while, sweat-slick bodies moving against one another as lips and tongues explored, pleasure flowing back and forth like electricity. The feeling of it was absolutely exquisite, and Johnny held it together as long as he could, barely pulling himself back from the edge so he could experience her hot mouth and agile tongue just a little bit longer. He could feel the effect he was having on her as well, the supple muscles of her body winding tighter and tighter.
Finally, when Johnny shifted focus and began lapping rapidly at her clit, Copperhead’s body seized up, her mouth pulling away from his shaft as she cried out as the orgasm took her. He kept his mouth attached to her as she shuddered, drinking the juices flowing from her.
Eventually, Copperhead rolled off of him, panting. He just watched her breathe, her breasts rising and falling as she cooled off. As her eyes regained focus, She looked over at his erection, still shining with her saliva and achingly hard.
“Oh we gotta fix that,” she said, rolling onto her hands and knees. Before she could do whatever she was going to, though, Johnny sat up. Taking her by the hips again, he got on his knees behind her. Shifting his grip to her thighs, he pulled them apart, the motion spreading the lips of her sex apart, her arousal glistening under the sterile lights. Johnny lined himself up, pressing the head of his cock against her puffy lips, the warm, soft contact drawing pleasured sounds from both of them. Then he thrust forward and sheathed himself in her.
All thought left him as he held on to her thighs and began to move, and he focused entirely on the moment, on their bodies moving together, on the panting cries that he drew from Copperhead with each thrust. Looking down the length of her tanned back, he could see her flesh ripple slightly with each collision of their bodies.
She was far from a passive participant, though, and she braced her hands on the bed, pushing back to take him in deeper, thrusting herself at him, the muscles in her flat stomach tightening as she worked to bring their hips together harder; to take him deeper. He was already close, the hot slide of her flesh making him shiver as he desperately tried not to cum too soon. He wanted to hold back, but she encouraged him, her body language and the glances she shot back at him goading him onward, encouraging him to go even faster, so he kept pace with her, the two of them rutting like animals, the bedroom filling with grunts and cries of passion.
Eventually, the sight of her proved too much. The eyes, but also the beading of sweat on her skin, glistening on those complex tattoos, running along the groove of her back. The sheen of light reflecting off her skin shifted as she arched and brought herself up against Johnny’s chest, hot skin against skin as she did something he hadn’t expected, flexing in some way that made the muscles inside her squeeze his cock like a vise.
That was the last straw- he felt the knot inside him releasing, the tension letting go with a massive rush. At the last second, he managed to yank himself out of her just as he exploded, his cock slapping down on her ass and spurting glistening streamers of his cum up her back.
It took him a moment to regain focus, blinking the stars out of his eyes as he flopped down on his back next to her, both of them catching their breath as they came down from their sexual high.
They just lay there for a while. Eventually, Copperhead was the first to speak.
"So," she said, "did you win, or did I?"
"I don't know," he said. "I don't think we ever decided what the rules were." Copperhead laughed, a sound he was really getting to like.
"Well then," she said, "we're just going to have to go for a rematch later."
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