Love The Little War Boys

“Benny!” he called to the air, awaiting an answer that never came, and, flustered, called the mohawk’d woman’s name again.  No response, and impatience settled quickly for he abhorbed being ignored.  Honestly it was understandable at the moment, the surf and wind drowned out most of his holler and on top of that, he actually wasn’t yelling to his full capacity.  He could roar across the beach and everyone would hear him, clear as day.  Mumbling incoherently however to the sun wasn’t going to promise a reaction from any one person far off.  What pirates were in the vicinity gossiped among themselves of their Captain, he who was acting the strange and uncertain of late, and they said it was the jungle what got him.

Jungle or woman, blood or sex, all that mattered now was that someone come to bring him to his senses, and Benny was the right proper distraction for such an embarrassment.  Jack would have been a better decision, but the asshole had made his choice, and there was only Achara to satiate the warmth in his abdomen and the strain in his boxers, but with her freedom she seldom kept him company at all.  Strange how lonely life could be without a venting fuck.  Benny couldn’t give him what he wanted but she could distract him in other ways, and he’d take all he could from her to make himself feel normal once again.

No more smoke, no more booze, he had to get back off the wagon if he wanted to raise this empire up proper.  An arduous task, all things considered, and he pretended he was sunbathing while he pointed a lazy finger at a mingling nearby underling.  “Bring me Benny,” he told him, and the man was fleet on his feet to obey, even if his superior was dumb in the sand, best to do as told, for when the man sobered he’d come for his neck, and this particular pirate wasn’t fond of slashings and beheadings himself.

Brandon sighed yet again, groaning into his palms and mentally kicking his own ass to the ground for his stupidity this morning.  What was he thinking?  He was supposed to be the top dog, the captain, the fear inducing monstrosity that ruled over a band of blood thirsty pirates.  Not a soft spoil in the sand.

It then suddenly came to him as he brushed hsi sunglasses away to wipe at his eyes, that he hadn’t told Stoya the exact whereabouts of her sought hide.  

Her fucking hide was not in camp. 

The fact that she’d lost contact with it, hit her like an icy baseball bat to the stomach as she frantically tried to follow the connection that would lead her back, hell she even tried to shake the bear awake in the back of her head. No wonder she’d been so quiet all day. She was getting weak and Stoya hadn’t noticed!

A fucking disaster, A Fucking tragedy- hold on, Stoya stopped for a second, slipping down against the shack because her knees wouldnt carry her much further like this. With her ass on the ground there was nowhere to fall and she had a moment to think through the panic.

It’d hardly be stolen and if it was- Which she dearly hoped it wasnt, just for Brandon’s face sake- He’d go after whomever stole it..but it was much more likely for him to be the culprit for this disaster and with the general rage of a cheated bear, she got back up, pounding headache from all his screaming and she made her way back to him, nicking a beer from one of the pirates, whome she quickly pacified Via a baring of her teeth.

“Benny is buisy fucking.” she noted, drily, eyeing him with the cool distance that he just earned himself. Oh so close to kicking those sore ribs for scaring the shit out of her like that. But instead she chose to give him a different frighten, not so gently sitting down on him again, idly drinking her beer as she kept staring him down for a while saying nothing else. Considering how she was going to kick his ass for the scare.

“You know. I lost my baby canines , for bititng my handler because he startled me. Didn’t mean to do it. Just happend because he snuck up and tried to shove me around.” she gave a little pressure onto his ribs with her knees, squeezing them against his ribcage. “I mangled his hand real good and mind you i was barely a yearling..and of course the adult teeth grew in..as you can beautifully see.” she flashed him her teeth again, resting her beer on his forehead.

A fine tale to tell, and he smirked through the pain, his own dazzling smile to show off and he couldn’t even remember if he’d put in a grill or not, even his smile was too floaty for his own awareness, and he had to lick them to make sure they were bare of the silver and gold.  “Betcha tell that story to all the boys, huh Lil Red?” and his smile grew in his daze and the pain was a welcome sense of foreplay.  God save him if he couldn’t help himself.  

Bears were weird, he decided, and upon recollecting his wandering thoughts and catching his breath, he looked downright…surprised.  The last person who took him down like that was Jack, with slanderous words and a threat with his own tomahawk but this was a completely different predicament.  He hadn’t been bothering her for sex like he had in Jack’s case, so what was her deal?  Did she make a habit out of crawling into the lap of men just sitting and minding their own business?  Either end of the stick poked at Brandon’s foggy mind, and he met her eyes over his dislodged sunglasses.

“Last I saw your birds, you were surrounded by ‘em,” he told her, hefting her light body up and down and under his and he pulled his shades completely off, the world a little too bright for his intoxicated vision but he would survive, he was a big boy.  He still was unsure of this…whatever it was they were doing.  Honestly he never partook in such rough housing without sex being involved at some point and he had a pretty good feeling this was not where it was going…was it?

He wasn’t going to get too excited, much preferred the experienced women anyways.  How could he lie and say he wasn’t tickled pink at the thought of the small redhead shoving his back into the sand, though?  Exciting.  

“Yeah..and then you threatened to shoot them..” she snickered, leaning in and effectivly drawing a red curtain around the two of them, pretty sure he had hairs tickling his face by now. “And you do run this place, so..you get the full responsibility..-” she was lifted halfway through her sentence, and send into the sand, but he didnt run this time, instead he stayed down on her, which was another pleasing change.

The bear too seemed to think so, giving him a relaxed huff. It seemed that he grew on the bearess too. Quite the positive change. She noted as she put her left hand up against his neck, a gentle gesture. Through she’d rather have bitten that skin.

“Plus..this is less taking it out, and more of an-” she paused, grabbing his righ arm to forcefully roll him over, with the help of the hand on his neck. Waiting for him to end under her yet again before she continued, leaning in over him with a devious litte smile, making sure she was putting that pressure onto his hips with her own. Subtle.

Still light on him though, certainly nothing on Pyro’s weight in his tackles, but nevertheless, he was beginning to enjoy her company.  Or maybe it was just the weed.

But then she didnt have to, he was pretty much taking to it as it was. Encouraging enough for her to keep going.

Warm too, all too warm, damn this fucking island and its heat and its humidity and its hot sand, but the hot sand felt nice for the moment, but so irritating at the same time, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.  Couldn’t bring himself to care much about anything today, outside of his desire to rebuild the resort island, he’d been sitting on his ass and getting high like some degenerate…pirate.  But his thoughts had been passing on that construction, and his mind had roamed around Stoya imagery, catching her out of the corner of his eye here nad there, remembering how easily she could piss him off, and how easily she could bring him down, a curious venture he staked her, and he’d be lying if his mind hadn’t wandered to more intimate settings witht eh younger woman.

Fantastical imaginings were all they were, curious thoughts and a fleeting feeling and he raised an eyebrow and smirked that stupid smirk of his.  “Call me a heartbreaker then, mi’lady,” he mused, grabbing her thin wrists in hsi large hands and practically shoving her off of him, a sudden head rush forcing him back down with little more than a push to Stoya in lieu of the attempted shove.  He sighed again, murmuring against his palms as he rubbed his eyes, the action pushing up his sunglasses and when he opened his eyes there was just far too much of…everything.  Everything and then his eyes, and Brandon thought he’d gone completely insane, seeing himself in the dark, and reality hit him like a truck though to the observing eye, he was a man in the sand and nothing more.

Her fucking t-shirt, home to his fucking eyes and any words underneath had been ripped away with the rest of the shirt…Jack’s shirt…Brett’s shirt…it was all coming back around and Brandon remembered Carlos was the first to shred that shirt.  Memories abound in that one garment and he plucked at a thread, like nothing was amiss and nothing had happened and Stoya hadn’t been grinding into his hips just moments ago.  No, suddenly that thread was more interesting and he pulled at it like a stoned idiot.

She was going to say something about it when he gave her the weakest excuse of a shove yet. Ending with her snarling and tightening the pressure of her knee’s around his hips. She wasnt going to have him shove her off  this time, which she made even clearer by her fingers into his chest and clicking her teeth at him followed by a huff.

Surprisingly enough, he stopped it, and instead played around on a loose string of the shirt. Which was cause of concern for her, he knew that shirt, and probably because it had some kind of history with him. For a split second she concidered getting rid of it and leaving him with the shirt on his face..but then she had just aquired it from benny, and pyro would jump on the opportunity to fondle her, surely.

“Imma wash my hide, its hot enough so i can dry it, nothing better than a clean bear…right?” she muttered, sinking down onto his chest, resting her head on his sternum for a moment before freeing herself of his hands and rolling off.

“Benny!” he called to the air, awaiting an answer that never came, and, flustered, called the mohawk’d woman’s name again.  No response, and impatience settled quickly for he abhorbed being ignored.  Honestly it was understandable at the moment, the surf and wind drowned out most of his holler and on top of that, he actually wasn’t yelling to his full capacity.  He could roar across the beach and everyone would hear him, clear as day.  Mumbling incoherently however to the sun wasn’t going to promise a reaction from any one person far off.  What pirates were in the vicinity gossiped among themselves of their Captain, he who was acting the strange and uncertain of late, and they said it was the jungle what got him.

Jungle or woman, blood or sex, all that mattered now was that someone come to bring him to his senses, and Benny was the right proper distraction for such an embarrassment.  Jack would have been a better decision, but the asshole had made his choice, and there was only Achara to satiate the warmth in his abdomen and the strain in his boxers, but with her freedom she seldom kept him company at all.  Strange how lonely life could be without a venting fuck.  Benny couldn’t give him what he wanted but she could distract him in other ways, and he’d take all he could from her to make himself feel normal once again.

No more smoke, no more booze, he had to get back off the wagon if he wanted to raise this empire up proper.  An arduous task, all things considered, and he pretended he was sunbathing while he pointed a lazy finger at a mingling nearby underling.  “Bring me Benny,” he told him, and the man was fleet on his feet to obey, even if his superior was dumb in the sand, best to do as told, for when the man sobered he’d come for his neck, and this particular pirate wasn’t fond of slashings and beheadings himself.

Brandon sighed yet again, groaning into his palms and mentally kicking his own ass to the ground for his stupidity this morning.  What was he thinking?  He was supposed to be the top dog, the captain, the fear inducing monstrosity that ruled over a band of blood thirsty pirates.  Not a soft spoil in the sand.

It then suddenly came to him as he brushed hsi sunglasses away to wipe at his eyes, that he hadn’t told Stoya the exact whereabouts of her sought hide.  

Bears were weird, he decided, and upon recollecting his wandering thoughts and catching his breath, he looked downright…surprised.  The last person who took him down like that was Jack, with slanderous words and a threat with his own tomahawk but this was a completely different predicament.  He hadn’t been bothering her for sex like he had in Jack’s case, so what was her deal?  Did she make a habit out of crawling into the lap of men just sitting and minding their own business?  Either end of the stick poked at Brandon’s foggy mind, and he met her eyes over his dislodged sunglasses.

“Last I saw your birds, you were surrounded by ‘em,” he told her, hefting her light body up and down and under his and he pulled his shades completely off, the world a little too bright for his intoxicated vision but he would survive, he was a big boy.  He still was unsure of this…whatever it was they were doing.  Honestly he never partook in such rough housing without sex being involved at some point and he had a pretty good feeling this was not where it was going…was it?

He wasn’t going to get too excited, much preferred the experienced women anyways.  How could he lie and say he wasn’t tickled pink at the thought of the small redhead shoving his back into the sand, though?  Exciting.  

“Yeah..and then you threatened to shoot them..” she snickered, leaning in and effectivly drawing a red curtain around the two of them, pretty sure he had hairs tickling his face by now. “And you do run this place, so..you get the full responsibility..-” she was lifted halfway through her sentence, and send into the sand, but he didnt run this time, instead he stayed down on her, which was another pleasing change.

The bear too seemed to think so, giving him a relaxed huff. It seemed that he grew on the bearess too. Quite the positive change. She noted as she put her left hand up against his neck, a gentle gesture. Through she’d rather have bitten that skin.

“Plus..this is less taking it out, and more of an-” she paused, grabbing his righ arm to forcefully roll him over, with the help of the hand on his neck. Waiting for him to end under her yet again before she continued, leaning in over him with a devious litte smile, making sure she was putting that pressure onto his hips with her own. Subtle.

Still light on him though, certainly nothing on Pyro’s weight in his tackles, but nevertheless, he was beginning to enjoy her company.  Or maybe it was just the weed.

But then she didnt have to, he was pretty much taking to it as it was. Encouraging enough for her to keep going.

Warm too, all too warm, damn this fucking island and its heat and its humidity and its hot sand, but the hot sand felt nice for the moment, but so irritating at the same time, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.  Couldn’t bring himself to care much about anything today, outside of his desire to rebuild the resort island, he’d been sitting on his ass and getting high like some degenerate...pirate.  But his thoughts had been passing on that construction, and his mind had roamed around Stoya imagery, catching her out of the corner of his eye here nad there, remembering how easily she could piss him off, and how easily she could bring him down, a curious venture he staked her, and he’d be lying if his mind hadn’t wandered to more intimate settings witht eh younger woman.

Fantastical imaginings were all they were, curious thoughts and a fleeting feeling and he raised an eyebrow and smirked that stupid smirk of his.  “Call me a heartbreaker then, mi’lady,” he mused, grabbing her thin wrists in hsi large hands and practically shoving her off of him, a sudden head rush forcing him back down with little more than a push to Stoya in lieu of the attempted shove.  He sighed again, murmuring against his palms as he rubbed his eyes, the action pushing up his sunglasses and when he opened his eyes there was just far too much of...everything.  Everything and then his eyes, and Brandon thought he’d gone completely insane, seeing himself in the dark, and reality hit him like a truck though to the observing eye, he was a man in the sand and nothing more.

Her fucking t-shirt, home to his fucking eyes and any words underneath had been ripped away with the rest of the shirt...Jack’s shirt...Brett’s shirt...it was all coming back around and Brandon remembered Carlos was the first to shred that shirt.  Memories abound in that one garment and he plucked at a thread, like nothing was amiss and nothing had happened and Stoya hadn’t been grinding into his hips just moments ago.  No, suddenly that thread was more interesting and he pulled at it like a stoned idiot.

           Nail patted the top of the water, making tiny splashes.

“W-warm,” he murmured, more to himself than the the pair in his company, transfixed by the new sight and smell and feel of the hot springs.  He leaned back to pull his legs from the water only to lean forward, muttering and laughing and slamming his uninjured hand down on the water’s surface enough to douse himself with it, and water glittered the growing brown of his hair.

“Why h-hot?  Why so...m-m-lotta?” He asked, tempted to join the other males in the pool himself, they looked safe and comfortable enough, but it was still strange water, and what if he couldn’t come out of it?  He’d never been in water before.  “Where it...come from?  Trucks more bigger than t-t-t-t--...” excitemnt indeed brought on the questions and as soon as he thought he was doing the best he’d ever done with his words, the stutter hindered him again, and he growled to himself about it and tapped the side of his head with his palm, as if that would usher out the words he desperately searched for.  Knew them, couldn’t find them though.

“Tankers!”

Finally, and he sighed with noticable relief he’d gotten past that verbal obstacle.  “Haulin’ lotta....water?”

Bears were weird, he decided, and upon recollecting his wandering thoughts and catching his breath, he looked downright…surprised.  The last person who took him down like that was Jack, with slanderous words and a threat with his own tomahawk but this was a completely different predicament.  He hadn’t been bothering her for sex like he had in Jack’s case, so what was her deal?  Did she make a habit out of crawling into the lap of men just sitting and minding their own business?  Either end of the stick poked at Brandon’s foggy mind, and he met her eyes over his dislodged sunglasses.

“Last I saw your birds, you were surrounded by ‘em,” he told her, hefting her light body up and down and under his and he pulled his shades completely off, the world a little too bright for his intoxicated vision but he would survive, he was a big boy.  He still was unsure of this…whatever it was they were doing.  Honestly he never partook in such rough housing without sex being involved at some point and he had a pretty good feeling this was not where it was going…was it?

He wasn’t going to get too excited, much preferred the experienced women anyways.  How could he lie and say he wasn’t tickled pink at the thought of the small redhead shoving his back into the sand, though?  Exciting.  

“Yeah..and then you threatened to shoot them..” she snickered, leaning in and effectivly drawing a red curtain around the two of them, pretty sure he had hairs tickling his face by now. “And you do run this place, so..you get the full responsibility..-” she was lifted halfway through her sentence, and send into the sand, but he didnt run this time, instead he stayed down on her, which was another pleasing change.

The bear too seemed to think so, giving him a relaxed huff. It seemed that he grew on the bearess too. Quite the positive change. She noted as she put her left hand up against his neck, a gentle gesture. Through she’d rather have bitten that skin.

“Plus..this is less taking it out, and more of an-” she paused, grabbing his righ arm to forcefully roll him over, with the help of the hand on his neck. Waiting for him to end under her yet again before she continued, leaning in over him with a devious litte smile, making sure she was putting that pressure onto his hips with her own. Subtle.

Still light on him though, certainly nothing on Pyro’s weight in his tackles, but nevertheless, he was beginning to enjoy her company.  Or maybe it was just the weed.

The man’s idea of a good time, decent fun, was lying, carrying on some swept up performance for the soul purpose of fucking with someone.  It was where he was at his most creative, when he was pretending to be someone else, something he thrived in when producing the music, videos telling tales as he made up stories about some vampire named Benny.  That was fun to him, beating in skulls and painting pictures, it’s what he made a living from.  This, horseplay, was whole new frontier.

Sand itching at the waist of his pants reminded him, hey, dude, you should probably get up before sand gets down the crack of your ass, and he pushed her off, up and over him with a knee behind her and over his head she went, Brandon quick to hop to his feet afterwards.  He was hardly surprised this time at her strength, but he was still far from used to it, and wasn’t fond of the sand in his boots already he didn’t want it down his pants too.

But she wasnt sticky so she didnt mind, What she did mind was him getting her up, over his head and off. Frankly it pissed her off and the bear in the back of her head only took it as an request to hurt him. 

So the bear was indifferent to any kind of debonair flirt or smirk. “You really are completely ignorant- Arent you.” she snorted, baring fangs in a mock smile as she got back up, clicking her teeth once before shoving him. Something she quite enjoyed doing as he had obviously solemnly encountered someone willing to do that.

Bears were weird, he decided, and upon recollecting his wandering thoughts and catching his breath, he looked downright...surprised.  The last person who took him down like that was Jack, with slanderous words and a threat with his own tomahawk but this was a completely different predicament.  He hadn’t been bothering her for sex like he had in Jack’s case, so what was her deal?  Did she make a habit out of crawling into the lap of men just sitting and minding their own business?  Either end of the stick poked at Brandon’s foggy mind, and he met her eyes over his dislodged sunglasses.

“Last I saw your birds, you were surrounded by ‘em,” he told her, hefting her light body up and down and under his and he pulled his shades completely off, the world a little too bright for his intoxicated vision but he would survive, he was a big boy.  He still was unsure of this...whatever it was they were doing.  Honestly he never partook in such rough housing without sex being involved at some point and he had a pretty good feeling this was not where it was going...was it?

He wasn’t going to get too excited, much preferred the experienced women anyways.  How could he lie and say he wasn’t tickled pink at the thought of the small redhead shoving his back into the sand, though?  Exciting.  

Attention back to Casey, he humored him for the most part.  “So i was walkin’ along one day, ya know, doin’ what I do, which is tellin’ other people what to do.  Same ol’ same ol’, not much to the day.  I’d just spent like, three fuckin’ months in the jungle doin’ some crazy shit, and I’ll tell ya man, that was some crazy shit like, psh,” again he moved his hand by his head to make the same gesture as before.  “Not real pretty but what around here is, blood and guts everywhere, ya get used to it right? 

“Anyway, I was just mindin’ my own business, tryin’ to clear my head while at the same time organizing my crew to prepare ‘em for a trip on over to that dinoland park off on a separate island; recently got in good with the boss ya see, got my hands on a nice chunk of land after I checked out his native problem from that jungle stay, remember the jungle stay?  Anyway, yeah, so I call up some of my crew over at the Pub tell em imma pick ‘em up we got some business to take care of, I got that island I told ‘em.  Now as I’m on the phone with ‘em one’s tellin’ me they got this nice score and shit, an’ I’m like well hell yeah let’s share that booty, right?  Okay…”

It was obvious the man was stalling, for what the others couldn’t tell, but Brandon had an inkling that Stoya could most assuredly see the oncoming assault with a good whiff of the air.  Wasn’t hard to mistake the stench for anything else.

Stoya couldnt help but roll her eyes some at Brandons seemingly endless tale, it really wasnt that much, the irish had shat on her sunshine one sunny day, Rode her back more or lessly, rolled through the mud and then tried to shoot her, failing and impaling one another on accident. Summed up a pretty shitty day, through she was somewhat grateful now for the saving grace that had been David, that arrow could have gone into her throat. and the death would have been far less pleasant.. She lost herself in a bit of thought, absently rubbing the  freshly healed wound on her shoulder, the shape of the arrowhead barely covered in scab. She did snap out of her little daze as her keen nose picked up the foul stench of her assaulter coming towards her in a rapid pace, enough reason to weasel her way onto brandons lap with a grumpy snort

Keen casey even noted down the name, dame. Before suddenly being assaulted from behind, startling him enough to give an ungraceful yelp. Kicking out at the attacker before stumbling back a few steps, eyeing the monstrous thing that had jumped him with a pang of disgust before ripping the book from his hands.

“Runnin’ around leavin’ scars,” Pyro added in song with a smirk and recieved a slap to the arm from Brandon. “Shut up,” and he kept his attention on Casey, rather perturbed pretty boy still had the audacity to interrogate him.  “You, the fuck do you care how she got here?  She’s here, isn’t she?” He asked, incredulously.  “Get off me,” he bucked his hips when pushing lightly didn’t work, but the woman seemed adamant on calling his lap her safety zone. 

“Jesus Christ,” the pirate lord muttered, addressing Casey again.  “Why you all up in my grill, the girl’s right here.  Ask her, I’m not her caretaker.”  He did attempt to push her off of him again.  “Prolly bout as curious about you as you is her...meanwhile I’m over here wonderin’ what the fuck about botha ya.”

“Who’s the blond, anyway?” Pyro asked to Brandon’s ear.