Krav/lucas monstery

"I could fucking snap these," Kravitz growls, low, like it comes from his gut, "I could snap /you/."

Lucas keeps his expression neutral. Measured. His heart is beating wild at the thought. At the way his voice echoes like some kind of slasher movie monster. But the monster at his feet doesn't need to know that.

He inhales. Jots a note on his clipboard, though he's long since given up legibility and scientific methodology. Looks back down to where Kravitz sits, kneeling and chained, on the floor of his lab.

"I know. Iron chains couldn't hold you even in your normal state. You could definitely snap me, in some pretty creative ways, I bet. But, uh," he pauses, adjusts his glasses even though they're sitting straight, "you won't."

"/Test/ me." Red-eyed, muscles straining, Kravitz - if he even knows he's Kravitz right now - spits his words like venom.

"I am." Uncrosses his legs, a little smug. Lucas can spit too.

Kravitz barks out an abrasive note of laughter, but Lucas doesn't miss how his throat bobs. "You think you could take me? I know you're wet for this. I can fucking /smell/ it. I'd /destroy/ you, Miller."

Lucas exhales, shaky, and stands on legs too pin-prickled to support him proper. Kravitz is barely four feet away, an unsafe distance, but he crosses the tiled floor until he can feel the monster's breath where it hits his thighs. Those bright red eyes stay fixed on his body. Never his face.

"Maybe I wanna be destroyed." He says, and the chains snap from their fixings.