No Sanctuary For Old Men [18+] |Negan| ✔️ Complete

LXVII • Beast

Ezekiel's battle cry rivaled Shiva's as he cut through his enemies, wielding a sword that had been sharpened just that morning for the occasion. He made sure to decapitate every last head so the army wouldn't simply come back and need to be culled a second time.

Bullets flew from Letty's twin pistols with precision, hitting foreheads and temples as her body gyrated with the movements of the tiger between her thighs. When they reached the far end of the courtyard, she stood and kicked off of the beast, setting Shiva free to fight without being encumbered with a human.

Letty landed on a railing in front of a gaping doorway, the metal blasted off of its hinges. She couldn't believe how overrun the place was. Where the hell had all these guys come from? She needed to get to the penthouse. Daphne was on the roof, and likely was fighting her way down. There might be more prisoners up there as well.

Right before darting inside, Letty threw one last glance at Ezekiel, dreadlocks flying and glittering in the morning sun. He slashed through the skull of an enemy, Shiva pouncing just in time to keep another off of her master's back.

"Go!" Arat cried, thundering up the steps behind her, Simon not too far behind.

Letty hurtled herself towards the stairs, nearly barreling over Tanya in the process. There was a flash of blonde and the three Saviors watched Daphne dive into the marketplace full of soldiers. She was barefoot and wielding Lucille, grunting and smacking towards—

"Negan!" Simon blurted, spotting his leader on the far side of the crowd, eyes crazed as he and Regina punched their way across the room.

Letty was the first to leap into the foray, both guns blazing in the crowd of black clad soldiers. Arat and Simon flanked Daphne, and the four of them formed a wall of death that moved across the large space.

Negan's heart leapt at the sight of Arat and Simon, alive and kicking ass. He led his own charge from the other side, Regina by his side and the two Alexandrians behind them. Four and four, the two fleets culling the soldiers, working together as even more poured in behind them.

When the last obstacle of human flesh fell between Daphne and Negan, he reached out and grabbed the back of her neck and she launched herself onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Their lips met in a flurry of passion and relief and fear and intensity all at once and tears stung the corner of her eyes.

He clawed her lower back with his other hand and she moaned into his mouth.

"Guys!" Arat's bark sliced through the moment like a knife.

Daphne tore herself away from her lover's face just in time to smack a body away from them with Lucille. She lowered her feet to the floor, staring into those amber depths, and held out Negan's lady with reverence.

He took the bat in his grip, tightening his fingers around her, and felt that everything was right in the world again.

With the Savior King now wielding Lucille, the eight of them stood back-to-back in a loose circle in the center of the marketplace. There seemed to be an end to the soldiers at last as they cut through more and more bodies surrounding them.

When Letty emptied her last clip of bullets, she let out a very specific wail that made almost everyone wince, and within half a minute there was Shiva in the doorway. The soldiers that froze in shock were quickly dispatched, and those that were still standing met the Kingdom pouring in full force behind their master's pet.

It wasn't long before Saviors, Alexandrians, and Knights alike stood atop a field of bodies, chests heaving.

It was that strange limbo after battle where it's become odd not to be fighting for one's life, the peace jarring. People began to embrace, some to cry, some to cheer.

Negan gripped Daphne's wrist tightly, and she raised her free hand to rest on his chest. His gaze bored into hers and she forgot everything. Her whole life before this moment ceased to exist and it was as if they'd just come into existence this way.

"You're not wearing a shirt," she teased, and he drew his bottom lip between his teeth.

The sight of her creamy skin against the dark fabric was tantalizing indeed, and he felt dizzy. "And you're wearing a black fuckin' dress," he replied, massaging her arm with his thumb.

He was unwilling to let her go, the feel of her warmth against him the only thing holding him to the earth. His throat constricted at the light blush that crept up her cheeks, and she blinked so slowly up at him, lashes fluttering.

"Thought I'd see what it was like, living the cushy wife life," she breathed, plump lips parted slightly.

He slid his hand around to the small of her back, pressing them together, bodies fitting so perfectly, molding into one another.

"And?" He tilted his head down so that their lips were a hair's breadth apart. The ghost of a moan tickled his mouth, and his heart skipped a beat. She dug her nails into his chest and lifted up onto the balls of her feet, closing the gap between them.

Stars exploded behind her eyes and her hands snaked up to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss as she reveled in the taste of him. Even having been locked up for so long, he still smelled like leather and maleness and her body was bathed in fire.

Simon was the first to cough, and both he and Regina barked a laugh as Negan gave him the finger while still shoving his tongue down Daphne's throat.

When they parted, it was like nothing had changed, but also like everything had changed. Daphne swallowed hard and then finally tore her gaze away from him, turning to get attacked by Regina's tackling hug.

Simon clapped Negan on the back and the Savior King gripped his shoulder. He inclined his head to Arat, who ruffled Daphne's hair with more force than was necessary. Letty stood off to the side, and Daphne extended her hand to shake.

"That was you, wasn't it? On Shiva's back?" she asked.

The scout nodded with a small smile, and the blonde shook her head. These were her people.

"Where's the dickless boy fuckin' wonder?" Negan asked, and Daphne grinned deviously, pointing down to Lucille. He raised the bat and she ran a finger over the tip, coming away crimson.

"She took his jaw," she said, "and then his arms...and then his tongue."

"You did fuckin' well, Lieutenant," he grinned.

She winked. "I had a damn fine fuckin' teacher."