“Assholes.” Saxon kicked and bucked as he was slammed face down into a pile of more fucking glitter. His hands were pulled behind him and duct taped together. When he was pulled to his knees, he could see Rick still fighting, but Drax managed to hog tie him too.
“Bastards.” Rick yelled. “What the fuck is this shit?”
“Payback,” Luc appeared around the corner. “It’s ready.” He snorted with laughter, “all rosemantic.”
Both Saxon and Rick were picked up and carried back to the house. No matter how hard they kicked and fought they couldn’t get free.
“Ah man, not my house.” Saxon whined. “Please don’t bring this glitter shit into my house, I’ll be finding it for months.”
“You love shiny stuff,” Drax told him. “Isn’t that what he said, Reese?”
“Yup, he even said it twice.” Reese opened the door, then propped his shoulder against it to hold it open as Castiel and Drax carried Saxon into the house.
“You are fucking insane.” Rick struggled to get free. Luc and Roman dropped him in the hallway, but picked him up again before he could get leverage.
“Don’t fucking hurt him.” Saxon didn’t give a shit that he was roaring. His brothers were dead, he’d fucking see to their early demises himself.
Both were tossed onto the bed, which was now covered in rose petals. Where the fuck did they get flowers? He hoped like hell they had picked them off the huge beds in the central lawn in front of the main building. Noble would be pissed if they had, and Saxon was going to sit there and laugh his ass off while they got their punishment.
Castiel grinned as he pulled more duct tape off the roll and ripped it with his teeth. He handed the strip over to Reese, who used it to tie Saxon’s arm to the headboard.
Saxon kicked out with his bound feet, but Luc, the rat bastard, sat on his lower legs. “Fucker, I’m telling Momma, Luc.”
“Your momma will never believe it,” Luc told him. “Besides I’ll tell her you’ve been K.I.S.S.I.N.G.
“Shut your mouth.”
“We’re done.” Reese stood back and dusted off his hands. “Wait… Cas, go get the other cannon.”
“Nooo.” Saxon squeezed his eyes shut, just in time to avoid being hit full blast with the glitter.
The guys took off, cackling and laughing, very pleased with their efforts.
“Payback is a bitch!” Saxon yelled after them. “You’ll fucking pay for this.”
“Babe?” Rick tugged at the bonds that held him to the bed.
“What?” Saxon jerked and pulled at the fucking tape. They were dead, he’d kill them. Assholes.
“I didn’t think the first time I’d be tied to your bed that it would be quite like this.” Rick said dryly. “I mean, I knew there would be fireworks but the glitter… yeah, not my thing.”
Saxon managed to snag the end of one of the duct tape strips with his fingers and tugged on it. “You are helping me plan revenge?”
“Fuck yes.”
Saxon broke one hand free, swiftly followed by the second, and then made short work of his feet. Grabbing a blade from the dresser next to the bed, he cut Rick free too and pulled him to his feet. “Fuck, this room is a write off.”
“Yup,” Rick agreed. “No way you are getting rid of this shit anytime soon.”
You need anything in here?”
“I don’t own anything in here.” Rick reminded him.
“Yeah, me either anymore.” Saxon tugged off his t-shirt and shook himself, sending glitter flying everywhere. “Strip and drop as much of that shit here as you can.”
“Huh?”
“Shower and I should have some clothes in the spare room.” Saxon advised. “I can’t vouch for how clean they are, but I’m not using anything in here or sleeping in this mess tonight.”
