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Bad Boy
"I'm your what?" Diego gaped at Christopher over the tops of his gold-rimmed glasses. Diego was sitting at his desk while Christopher was standing, but he barely had to look up to lock eyes with the pint-sized assistant. "What the hell do you mean, I'm your personal assistant? You're a personal assistant. I'm an executive."
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Fishtopher: A Pirate’s Tail - Part 5
//My and @christopherrose-pa ‘s pirate AU doesn’t get nearly as much appreciation as it should. You should give it some love by reading the rest here.
New Character: Noah Santiago, courtesy of @strexecutioner.
Previously: Diego and Kevin had a fun night, and Christopher learned that sex isn’t always bad for the one on bottom. The morning after revealed tension in Kevin and Diego’s relationship.
Summary: Chris peels potatoes, Diego is as merciless as ever, and Kevin does not seem to be interested in standing up for his new fishy friend.
**this thread contains serious noncon and violence**
Tori Scott: *After awhile, Chris tries to find food because he's getting hungry, only taking what he hopes will go unnoticed.*
Rosalie: *Kevin and Diego do pirate things for a few hours, leaving Chris in Diego’s cabin alone.* *Eventually, Diego comes back (alone) for Chris.*
Tori Scott: Chris: *has been staying mostly in his corner, bored and listless* *perks up when someone enters, but pales when he sees that it's Diego*
Rosalie: Diego: Hello, fish. Sleep well?
Tori Scott: Chris: *not sure if it's a trick question* Mostly.
Rosalie: *cold smile* Good, good. I hear you want pants.
Tori Scott: Yes.
Rosalie: *crosses to his desk and sits down* Well, that's too bad. Kevin is going to teach you some simple work skills, and you're going to earn the right to wear clothes.
Tori Scott: *crestfallen* Oh. Okay.
Rosalie: *laughs* I can't imagine why you would expect anything else of me. *slightly disapproving sniff* Although, Kevin seems to have taken a liking to you.
Tori Scott: Has he?
Rosalie: Obviously. If he hadn't, you would be in the crew's quarters right now.
Tori Scott: *worried noises* Why?
Rosalie: Because you're a bloody hassle, and Kevin is not a patient man. Nor am I. *stands up* Now, I assume Kevin has taught you how to walk?
Tori Scott: *nods* Why am I a hassle?
Rosalie: *tsks* Stand.
Tori Scott: *stands* That's not an answer.
Rosalie: I can give you an answer, but you'll be paying for it in ass.
Tori Scott: I don't understand what that means.
Rosalie: I- Just shut up and follow me.
Tori Scott: Can I bring my blanket?
Rosalie: No.
Tori Scott: ;A; *reluctantly drops the blanket near his pillow and goes to follow Diego*
Rosalie: *takes him out on deck and shoves him towards the ship's cook* He's all yours.
Tori Scott: *blinks at the cook* Who are you?
Rosalie: Cook: Santiago. Kitchen?
Tori Scott: Chris: Kitchen is an odd name.
Rosalie: Santi: Um. I'm glad it's not my name, then? Kitchen?
Tori Scott: Chris: What's that?
Rosalie: Santi: What's what?
Tori Scott: Kitchen.
Rosalie: What's a kitchen? You don't know what a kitchen is?
Tori Scott: *looks at him like he's stupid* No.
Rosalie: *looks at him like he's stupid* Do you know what a potato is?
Tori Scott: We don't have those underwater.
Rosalie: Cook: *sighs* *walks over to Kevin, who is on the quarterdeck yelling at a few lazy crew members* *taps him on the shoulder* I can't work with this. Kevin: *turns around* *looks at Santi, then at Chris* Just tell him what he needs to do. He doesn't need context. *points at Chris* Don't ask annoying questions.
Tori Scott: How am I supposed to do anything if I don't understand why I’m doing it?
Rosalie: Kevin: Stop. Santi: *grabs Chris by the arm and pulls him down to the kitchen* You're going to be peeling potatoes.
Tori Scott: What's a potato?
Rosalie: Santi: Don't do that. I'll just show you how to peel them.
Tori Scott: Chris: Don't do what?
Rosalie: What Free said – don't ask questions.
Tori Scott: *sighs but follows the cook into the potato area*
Rosalie: So, this is a potato. *holds up a potato* You take the potato peeler. *holds up a potato peeler* And you... peel it. *peels the potato as a demonstration*
Tori Scott: *messily peels a potato*
Rosalie: Yes. Good. Kind of. I'll... let you do that. *goes nearby to do other kitchen things*
Tori Scott: *peels potatoes for what feels like hours, just not stopping*
Rosalie: *comes back an hour later* Wait, no!
Tori Scott: What?
Rosalie: Not that many!
Tori Scott: Wh- *stops from asking question* Oh.
Rosalie: *takes the box of potatoes, muttering about lots of potato soup tonight* You can just go b- oh. *stops suddenly* I have to escort you to Free. Follow me.
Tori Scott: *follows along, having forgotten all about the magic power of pants and the like*
Rosalie: *the crew leers at Chris as he passes, but they leave him alone* Kevin: Did he do well? Santi: He peeled too many potatoes. Kevin: Swell. Santi: *grumbles* *leaves Chris with Kevin*
Tori Scott: Chris: Can I have lunch? Even prisoners get lunch.
Rosalie: Kevin: I'll give you bread, but you'll have to eat quickly. Diego wants you this afternoon.
Tori Scott: Wha- *stops asking the question* *wilts* Okay.
Rosalie: Kevin: Cheer up, fish. Come on – you can eat in my cabin.
Tori Scott: *follows along, slipping his hand into Kevin's*
Rosalie: *gives him a confused look* What?
Tori Scott: I don't want to get lost.
Rosalie: You– You're not that stupid, are you?
Tori Scott: No.
Rosalie: Well then, you won't get lost. It’s a tiny ship. *pulls his hand away* Here– *opens the cabin door for Chris*
Tori Scott: *steps in, going to sit on the bed*
Rosalie: *follows him in* *walks over to a small tray of food he has on a tiny bedside table, grabs a piece of bread, and gives it to Chris*
Tori Scott: *smiles at Kevin and takes the bread* *pulls Kevin to sit beside him so Chris can lean on him*
Rosalie: *bewildered, he lets Chris pull him down, stiffening when Chris leans against him* What are you doing?
Tori Scott: You're warm.
Rosalie: I'm– If Diego catches you doing that, he'll have a fit.
Tori Scott: Why? You're warm and I'm not, and I don't want to get sick.
Rosalie: You're not going to get sick – it's hot outside. You're just coldblooded.
Tori Scott: I'm cold.
Rosalie: That's not my problem. *stands up*
Tori Scott: *sighs a lot* When does Diego want to see me?
Rosalie: Diego: *walks into the room* Now.
Tori Scott: Chris: O-Oh. Hnn.
Rosalie: Diego: *to Kevin* What is he doing in your private quarters? I specifically asked you to take him to mine. Kevin: I wanted to give him some food before– *waves hands vaguely* He's no use to you starved. Diego: *grumbles* Is he fed, then? Kevin: Yes. Diego: Good. Hand him over. Kevin: *grabs Chris by the arm, pulls him off of the bed, and pushes him towards Diego* There. Have him.
Tori Scott: Chris: *looks pathetically at Kevin, obviously not wanting to be left alone with Diego* Am I going to peel more potatoes?
Rosalie: Diego: *sneers* *doesn't respond, just drags Chris to the captain's quarters*
Tori Scott: Chris: *stumbles along behind Diego, babbling nonsense* You know, I'm not sure if I like potatoes.
Rosalie: Shut up. *throws Chris on his bed and climbs on top of him, straddling him*
Tori Scott: Chris: *gives a token wiggle under Diego, frowning* But you like it when Kevin makes noises
Rosalie: *chuckles* Well, you're not Kevin, are you? *unties his own pants*
Tori Scott: Kevin told me that sex is supposed to be enjoyable.
Rosalie: It is. *grabs Chris' wrists and pins him down* For me.
Tori Scott: Kevin said he would show me how to enjoy it.
Rosalie: *stops* *the muscles in his neck tense slightly* Oh, did he?
Tori Scott: Yes. Why?
Rosalie: *processes this new information for a moment* No reason. *pulls his trousers off and climbs off of Chris* Sit up.
Tori Scott: *is rather confused, but sits up and blinks at Diego* Does that mean that we're not?
Rosalie: Oh, no. Now... *examines him hungrily* Kneel on the floor at the edge of the bed.
Tori Scott: *climbs off of the bed and kneels, grumbling about how he just wants to go to sleep*
Rosalie: Shut up. *a slow grin creeps across his face* *sits on the edge of the bed with his legs spread and his cock out* Now, blow me.
Tori Scott: *blinks at Diego, confused* *tentatively leans forward and blows on Diego's penis*
Rosalie: *stares*
Tori Scott: *blows harder, confused*
Rosalie: What are you– Stop that!
Tori Scott: But- that's what you told me to do!
Rosalie: Not– You're not supposed to literally blow; I want you to suck.
Tori Scott: Then why didn't you say that?
Rosalie: Do you want this dick shoved in your ass again?
Tori Scott: Is the other option having to put it in my mouth?
Rosalie: No, the other option is both.
Tori Scott: So, either I don't put it in my mouth or I do, but you still plan on doing the other thing?
Rosalie: *rubs his forehead* Dios mio, I meant shut up or it's going in both.
Tori Scott: But if I shut my mouth you can't put your dick in it.
Rosalie: I– *grabs the back of Chris' head and pulls him forward until his lips are touching the tip of Diego's cock* Open your mouth.
Tori Scott: *shuts his mouth and shakes his head*
Rosalie: *punches Chris in the face, still holding his hair*
Tori Scott: *clamps his mouth shut tighter*
Rosalie: *grabs Chris' face and leans down so that their lips are almost touching* Open your fucking mouth, boy, or I'll fuck you so hard you'll never walk again.
Tori Scott: *leans forward and starts frenching Diego*
Rosalie: *makes a noise of surprise and pulls back* What the hell was that?
Tori Scott: People who are intimate kiss, yes?
Rosalie: *is utterly flabbergasted* We're not intimate; you are my slave.
Tori Scott: That seems remarkably intimate.
Rosalie: *stares at him* You like intimacy? Then suck me off.
Tori Scott: What do I get in return?
Rosalie: *s t a r e s* Nothing. You are a slave.
Tori Scott: Even slaves get things in return. Especially - what was the word - concubines?
Rosalie: *his boner is completely gone now, and he can't quite process what is happening here* You... You're not a concubine. You're a sex slave on a pirate ship.
Tori Scott: I'm used only for sex, yes? Like a whore or a concubine. And even whores get things in return.
Rosalie: *starts to argue, but then shuts his mouth and sits back* You're right. They do. And do you know what you get?
Tori Scott: *shakes head*
Rosalie: *grabs Chris by the hair again and stands up* Quality time with the crew.
Tori Scott: *hands fly up to clutch against Diego's* *yelling* I don't want to!
Rosalie: *pulls him out the door by the hair* You're going to learn very quickly, fish, that what you want doesn't matter here.
Tori Scott: *kicks and screams*
Rosalie: *carries him down to the crew's sleeping quarters* Hey, boys – I have a treat for you.
Tori Scott: *is still screaming at the top of his lungs and kicking at Diego*
Rosalie: Diego: *leaves Chris with the delighted crew and heads back up the stairs, chuckling* Kevin: *hurries sleepily out of his cabin, sword in hand* What's going on? Are we under attack? Diego: No, no – the fish was being uncooperative, so I left him with the crew to teach him a lesson. Kevin: *slowly lowers his sword, looking significantly more alert* Again? So soon after the last time? Diego: *shrugs* He has to learn that resistance will not be tolerated. Kevin: *frowns* Ah. Diego: *gives Kevin a thoughtful once-over, his interest growing again* My bedroom is free now, you know. Kevin: *coolly* Yes, I suppose it is. Goodnight. *goes back to his cabin* Diego: *scowls and starts to pursue him, then thinks better of it and retreats back to his own cabin*
Fishtopher: A Pirate’s Tail - Part 4
//Whenever you’re feeling bad about yourself, just remember that @christopherrose-pa and I write self-insert mermaid porn. Parts 1-3 can be found here.
Previously: After Chris nearly dies, Diego sticks Kevin with fish-sitting duties.
Summary: Chris learns something new about human relationships.
**this thread is nsfw and contains references to rape**
Rosalie: *Diego comes in after awhile, and he locks Chris in the room while he and Kevin go eat and do Pirate Things* *they come back in the evening, both a bit drunk*
Tori Scott: *Chris is sleeping on the bed, wrapped happily around the pillow*
Rosalie: Diego: *grabs Chris by the hair and throws him to the floor* Kevin: *laughs and wraps his arms around Diego's neck*
Tori Scott: *wakes up and looks at Diego with big eyes, still holding the pillow* *just kinda scootches towards his blanket*
Rosalie: Diego: *doesn't notice or care* *he’s totally distracted by Kevin, who is now grinning at him and sticking his hands down Diego's pants*
Tori Scott: *is confused and worried for Kevin, because sex is bad and uncomfortable*
Rosalie: Kevin: *presses his lips to Diego's, laughing into the kiss* Diego: *unties the top of Kevin's undershirt* *tries to slide Kevin's coat off, but Kevin's hands are still in his pants*
Tori Scott: *holds the blanket under his eyes like a child watching a horror movie*
Rosalie: Kevin: *with a huff, he lifts his hands in the air, stumbling backward a bit* Diego: *finally gets Kevin topless* *pulls Kevin down onto the bed with him without breaking the kiss* Kevin: *moans as Diego grabs his ass, drunkenly trying to roll them so that he's on top* Diego: *rolls them the other way* *lifts his head* Not so fast. Kevin: Aw, fuck you.
Tori Scott: *hides his eyes* *he doesn't like that word, and he especially doesn’t like the idea that Diego is going to hurt Kevin*
Rosalie: Kevin: *grumbles* *tries to slip Diego's belt out of his pants and pull them down* Diego: *pins Kevin's hands above his head* Let me. Kevin: Well, hurry the fuck up, then. Diego: *very slowly slides his own pants the rest of the way off* *keeps ahold of Kevin's wrists with one hand while the other takes off Kevin's pants and belt*
Tori Scott: *peeks out again* *makes scared noises, wondering if he should say something*
Rosalie: Diego: *brushes his lips against Kevin's, lets go of Kevin's wrists, and whispers* Keep your arms where they are. *presses a chaste kiss to Kevin's lips and moves down Kevin's body, leaving a trail of kisses as he goes* Kevin: *watches him, mostly silent except for a few short gasps here and there* Diego: *flashes Kevin a wicked grin and licks the head of Kevin's cock* Kevin: Ah-!
Tori Scott: Don't hurt him!
Rosalie: Diego: *stops with his mouth halfway down Kevin's cock* *pulls up, much to Kevin's chagrin* What? Kevin: *hands clench into fists above him* Diego!
Tori Scott: *quietly* Don't hurt Kevin.
Rosalie: Diego: *stares* I- what? Kevin: Diego, please! Diego: *puts a finger to Kevin's lips, still looking at Chris* What did you just say to me?
Tori Scott: Don't- Don't hurt Kevin.
Rosalie: Diego: I'm not going to- You're not involved in this; keep quiet and stay in your corner. Kevin: *does look as though he’s in pain* *has resorted to taking Diego's finger into his mouth and sucking on it*
Tori Scott: *looks conflicted, but curls back up in his blanket*
Rosalie: Diego: *turns back to Kevin and kisses him gently* Apologies, darling. Kevin: Not my lips! Get back down there! Diego: *laughs and goes back to blowing Kevin*
*Twenty minutes later, Kevin has come once and Diego's pushing him towards a second time* *Kevin, who is usually more quiet, is now (from both alcohol and Diego's administrations) audibly in ecstasy*
Tori Scott: *has curled up with his eyes closed, but he’s still listening to Kevin moan* *He supposes that sex doesn’t always have to be bad for the person on bottom.*
Rosalie: *When they finish, Diego and Kevin lie in each other's arms, spent and satisfied.* *Kevin spends the night in Diego's room, curled up around Diego*
Tori Scott: *In the night, Chris goes over to the bed to make sure Kevin is okay* *Kevin doesn’t look bruised or bloody, so Chris returns to his blanket*
*The next morning, he watches the two of them get ready* Chris: Can I have pants?
Rosalie: Diego: *as he pulls on his shirt* And why would you need pants?
Tori Scott: I need pants so that no one can see between my legs.
Rosalie: Diego: *blinks* And since when has this been a concern for you? Kevin: *grimaces* *he's very hungover* That might be my fault. Diego: *raises an eyebrow* Oh? Kevin: Well, we can't really let him out of the cabin until he has clothes, can we? Not in plain sight of the crew. Diego: I can have him do whatever I want, with or without clothes. Kevin: *bristles* Fine. But when they break your toy, don't come crying to me.
Tori Scott: *blinks at the two of them bickering, not sure if this is normal for human couples* Pants?
Rosalie: Diego: *to Chris* Shut up. *to Kevin* Watch your tone. Kevin: *eyes narrow, but he goes silent as he finishes dressing*
Tori Scott: *resolves not to leave his blanket nest without pants and curls back up*
Rosalie: Diego: *is ready before Kevin* You'll be looking after the fish again today. Kevin: *glowers but says nothing* Diego: *waits a moment for Kevin to respond* *when Kevin doesn’t, Diego sighs and leaves the cabin*
Tori Scott: Is that how all human couples act?
Rosalie: Kevin: *is focusing very intently on his belt buckle* How do you mean?
Tori Scott: He wasn't being very good to you.
Rosalie: Kevin: We're not a couple.
Tori Scott: But you sleep together and get ready together.
Rosalie: *sighs* We do.
Tori Scott: Which are couple things.
Rosalie: *has unbuckled and rebuckled his belt three times* Traditionally, yes.
Tori Scott: Are you not traditional?
Rosalie: I'm... It's... complicated. Diego's... good to me. Usually. He just has a bit of a temper.
Tori Scott: *looks at him skeptically* Humans are odd.
Rosalie: *laughs weakly* We really are. Now, come on, stand up – if you can walk to the table, I'll give you breakfast.
Tori Scott: *keeps the blanket wrapped around himself and wobbles over, almost tripping on the long train*
Rosalie: You can let go of the blanket, you know.
Tori Scott: I need pants.
Rosalie: No, you don't. At least, not right now. Not until Diego gives you chores to do.
Tori Scott: They're important.
Rosalie: Even with me, now?
Tori Scott: Yes.
Rosalie: Why?
Tori Scott: Because you like sex.
Rosalie: *raises his eyebrows* What, are you scared of me now?
Tori Scott: Not as long as I have pants.
Rosalie: Why are you scared of me? What am I going to do to you? I haven't touched you yet, have I? You weren't wearing pants yesterday, and I didn’t hurt you.
Tori Scott: Yes, but that was before you had sex.
Rosalie: *lip quirks* I've had sex before, you know.
Tori Scott: *horrified look*
Rosalie: *starts chuckling* It's fun if it's done properly.
Tori Scott: *unsure* You sounded like you enjoyed it.
Rosalie: I did. *unapologetic smile* I’m an incorrigibly horny drunk. And Diego can be good in bed when he wants to be. It's a shame you haven't got the chance to do it right. I think you'd really enjoy it. *looks him over, grinning mischievously* I could show you sometime.
Tori Scott: *blushes* !!Kevin!!
Rosalie: What?
Tori Scott: That's not okay.
Rosalie: Oh yeah? Why not?
Tori Scott: It just isn't.
Rosalie: *smiles flirtatiously, just to screw with Chris* I can make it okay.
Tori Scott: *drops and hides in blanket*
Rosalie: Oh, come on – I was kidding!
Tori Scott: *doesn't poke his head out*
Rosalie: *pokes the blanket* Hey, kid.
Tori Scott: *mumbles* notakid
Rosalie: Whatever. I promise not to molest you if you come out.
Tori Scott: *pokes his head out*
Rosalie: There we go. Lord, you can't take a joke, can you?
Tori Scott: It's a bit too soon, don't you think?
Rosalie: *shrugs* Well, it's not going to stop, so it'll always be too soon. Learn to laugh about it.
Tori Scott: But pants.
Rosalie: Kevin: *frustrated* You're not getting pants until Diego pulls his head out of his ass long enough to listen to me. Diego: *opens the door, looking less than pleased* Pardon? What do I need to do, my darling Kevin? Kevin: *freezes* You- The fish needs pants.
Tori Scott: *hides his head back in his blanket ball*
Rosalie: Diego: *coolly* I don't give half a damn what he needs. You're wanted on deck, Free. Leave the fish here, and tell him that if he leaves this room, my crew will be eating fish for dinner. *walks away* Kevin: *grimaces* You heard him, kid. Don't leave the room.
Fishtopher: A Pirate’s Tail - Part 3
//*dramatic Fish noises* We’re back with the third installment of the Fishtopher series! Wait until you see what @christopherrose-pa and I have in store for our fishy protagonist today. What is this, you ask? Well, check out parts 1 and 2 here!
Previously: Fishtopher, scared and cold and looking for someone to cuddle, climbed into Diego’s bed in the middle of the night, seriously disgruntling the captain. In response, Diego threw Chris to the sadistic night crew.
Summary: Everyone learns something new about mermaids, and Chris makes a new friend.
**this thread contains references to rape and violence**
Tori Scott: *Chris stops crying eventually, but not bleeding.* *The ship’s doctor should probably look at him.*
Rosalie: *Diego falls back asleep, and the first mate wakes him up at dawn.* *He dresses and exits his cabin, grumbling.* *The crew just left Chris lying in the middle of the deck when they were done with him.*
Tori Scott: Chris: *doesn't move or react when Diego tries waking him up*
Rosalie: Diego: *approaches Chris, sneering* You're not pale enough to be dead, cutie. Don't make me call the crew for Round Three. There are a few men on the day watch who would be more than willing to take their turn.
Tori Scott: *barely moans, still not moving*
Rosalie: *kicks him* I don't have all day. Get the fuck up.
Tori Scott: *doesn't move*
Rosalie: *actually starts to get a little worried* Hey- *realizes that he doesn't know Chris' name* ...you. Get up.
Tori Scott: *mumbles incoherently*
Rosalie: Diego: Shit. *he doesn’t have any affinity for the fish, but mermaids are hard to catch, and Diego was looking forward to killing this one himself* *the fish’s death would be extremely inconvenient* *hears a door open and close* *turns to see the scruffy man from the night before exiting the cabin next to Diego’s own* *barks at him* Kevin! Get the medic! *Kevin rushes down the ladder to the crew’s quarters and the medical room, and comes back with another harried-looking man* Medic: The fish? Diego: Yes, the fish! Fix him! *turns to Kevin* Take your place at the wheel. I may be awhile. *the medic gets a crew member to carry Chris down to the medical room* *starts filling a small tub with buckets of sea water* *when the tub is full, he tosses Chris into the water*
Tori Scott: *once he’s submerged, Chris transforms and starts to look a little more alive*
Rosalie: Diego: *peers over the edge of the tub* What are you doing? Medic: The dark splotches on his stomach mean that the bleeding is internal. Under normal circumstances, there wouldn’t be much I could do, but my theory is that the process through which merfolk transform will also heal internal injuries, so long as those organs are part of the transformation.
Tori Scott: Chris: *wakes up a little and makes disgruntled noises, seeming relieved to have a tail again*
Rosalie: Diego: *sighs* I suppose that this means I have to wait for him to dry off before I have any more fun.
Tori Scott: Medic: What do you mean?
Rosalie: Diego: *agitated* His legs, I need his legs. Or rather- *smirks* I need what's between them.
Tori Scott: Medic: *wrinkles eyebrows* Is that a good idea?
Rosalie: And why wouldn't it be?
Tori Scott: Medic: Well, he was rather... hurt. Is it smart to risk injuring him like this again, especially so soon after you almost lost him- *falters* ...prematurely?
Rosalie: *gives him a look* Yes. Especially now that we know that all we have to do to save him is throw him in some water.
Tori Scott: *the medic says nothing, but he looks upset*
Rosalie: *walks up to the bathtub* How are you feeling, cutie?
Tori Scott: *Chris - underwater - very pointedly refuses to say anything, actually turning his nose up at Diego*
Rosalie: Are you really going to give me an attitude, fish? After I just learned that I can do whatever I want to the lower half of your body without permanently damaging you?
Tori Scott: Medic: *quietly* Within reason.
Rosalie: *annoyed* Yes, within reason.
Tori Scott: Chris: *sullenly* I want to go to the room now.
Rosalie: Fine. *nods to the crew member who carried Chris down* Carry him to my quarters.
Tori Scott: Medic: If my services are no longer needed...?
Rosalie: You can go.
Tori Scott: *the crew member pulls fishtopher out of the water and wraps him in a blanket, carrying him up to Diego’s cabin and depositing him on Diego's bed*
Rosalie: Diego: No, not the bed! The floor. Kevin: You should make him a nest. Diego: *jumps slightly* *spins around to find the scruffy man from before - Kevin - leaning against the door frame* Why aren't you at the wheel? Kevin: You were making such a racket, I wanted to see what the fuss was about. You should make him a nest if you're going to just throw him on the floor. It'll help keep him happy. Diego: I don't c- Kevin: *gives him a look* And compliant. Diego: *shuts his mouth* *grumbles to the other crew member* Let him keep the blanket. Then you’re dismissed.
Tori Scott: *Chris pulls the blanket around himself and curls up in his transforming fin, watching Kevin and Diego warily*
Rosalie: *when the crew member leaves, Diego turns to Kevin* Diego: Actually, I could use your assistance with this one. Kevin: Yeah? Diego: Mm. You see- *cuts off suddenly* Kevin, to whom did you pass the responsibility for the ship's wheel when you left your post? Kevin: *opens his mouth* *closes it* *runs out of the room*
Tori Scott: *Chris ducks his head down to rest his cheek on his knee-equivalent* Can I go home?
Rosalie: Diego: *rolls his eyes* Kevin: *returns, out of breath* I gave the wheel to Dan. Diego: Just now? Kevin: *grimaces* Yes. Diego: And for how long was the wheel left unattended? Kevin: A few minutes?
Tori Scott: *Chris begins to idly scratch at his slowly morphing midriff/tail area, watching the two*
Rosalie: Diego: *sighs* Brilliant, Kevin. Now I have to reprimand you. You could have blown us entirely off-course. Kevin: Sorry, captain. *sly grin* I promise I’ll find a way to make it up to you. Diego: *shoots him a look* You have to set an example for the rest of the crew. I can't just let you- *blinks* *looks at fishtopher* *raises an eyebrow*
Tori Scott: *looks back at Diego, pouting* What? What'd I do?
Rosalie: Kevin: *follows Diego's gaze* ...No. Absolutely not. Diego: Why not? I obviously can't trust you on deck, nor can I show you obvious favoritism. Besides, it will be a good learning experience. Kevin: I am not fish-sitting. Diego: You don't have a choice. It's an order. Kevin: I don't have room for him in my cabin. Diego: *grins* Oh, it's fine. He can sleep in mine. Kevin: *purses his lips slightly* You want me to watch him? Fine. But if he starts causing problems, I’m throwing him over the edge of the ship. Diego: He also needs to learn how to walk. And perhaps how to do chores.
Tori Scott: Chris: *realizes that they're talking about him and perks up* *wrinkles his nose at the idea of having to do chores*
Rosalie: Kevin: Fine. We’ll work on it. Go, captain. *catches Diego's arm as Diego walks out the door* Here, tonight? Diego: *smiles* Perfect. Kevin: *gives Diego’s arm a squeeze, and then lets Diego go* *once Diego leaves, Kevin turns to Chris* So, fish. How you holding up?
Tori Scott: *has become mostly leggified, so he pulls his knees up to his chest* Are you the captain's whore?
Rosalie: Kevin: *splutters* I. I- um. I'm- We're not-
Tori Scott: What is a whore?
Rosalie: Kevin: *stares at him* You- Why did you ask me that if you don't know what it means?
Tori Scott: Diego asked me if I was Ricardo's whore. And I assist Ricardo, as you seem to assist Diego.
Rosalie: Kevin: *doesn't know whether to laugh or hit him* *decides to do neither* Alright, rule number one: Don't call people whores. It doesn’t mean “assistant.”
Tori Scott: *blinks at Kevin* Then what does it mean?
Rosalie: *shifts uncomfortably* It's- It's someone whose main use is sex. It's an insult, usually.
Tori Scott: *thinks* Am I a whore?
Rosalie: Yes.
Tori Scott: *face falls a little* I don't like sex.
Rosalie: Well, you haven't done it properly.
Tori Scott: How does one have sex properly? What the point of it?
Rosalie: *blanches* I- So, walking. Here, I'll help you up.
Tori Scott: I don't want to walk. I want to go home.
Rosalie: Well, that's not happening. Sorry. I was told to teach you how to walk, and that's what we're going to do.
Tori Scott: You can't make me.
Rosalie: *raises his eyebrows* Try me.
Tori Scott: *crosses his arms and refuses to move*
Rosalie: *hoists Chris up by his armpits and holds him there* Try to stand.
Tori Scott: *pulls his knees up to his chest in midair*
Rosalie: *plummets to the floor* Alright, you want to do this? *goes to Diego's food cupboard and pulls out a piece of bread* You hungry, fish?
Tori Scott: *pride wavers as his stomach growls* Yes.
Rosalie: *sets the bread on a table* Come and get it.
Tori Scott: *tries to scooch over to the food*
Rosalie: No. *holds Chris back with his boot* Stand.
Tori Scott: *flabbergasted* How?
Rosalie: *walks behind him, kneels down, grabs him by the elbows and helps lift him up*
Tori Scott: *teeters dangerously, careening into Kevin as he tries to figure out how to balance himself*
Rosalie: *uses his grip on Chris' elbows to help keep him steady* You'll need to build up the muscles in your legs, but with practice it won't take long.
Tori Scott: *sullenly* I don't want to build up muscles in my legs. *does actually try his best to stand, since Kevin is nice*
Rosalie: You say that now, but you won't regret it once you're able to move around freely.
Tori Scott: Will I be able to leave this room?
Rosalie: If Diego gives you permission, yes.
Tori Scott: How do I get permission?
Rosalie: You wait for him to give it to you. This shouldn't be a new concept for you.
Tori Scott: What are the rules? No one will tell me the rules.
Rosalie: There aren't any rules. This is a pirate ship. *thinks* I suppose the only rule is that you do whatever the captain tells you.
Tori Scott: But you said rule one was to not call people 'whore!
Rosalie: I- That was an expression.
Tori Scott: So I can call people whore?
Rosalie: No.
Tori Scott: Then it is a rule, implying that other rules exist.
Rosalie: I- There aren't really any- *sigh* I'll tell you as we go along.
Tori Scott: Will I keep getting in trouble for breaking rules I don't know?
Rosalie: If you break them at the wrong time, yeah.
Tori Scott: That's not fair.
Rosalie: *stares at him* You're a prisoner.
Tori Scott: Even Ricardo treats prisoners better than this.
Rosalie: I- *harsh laugh* I doubt that.
Tori Scott: But it’s not fair.
Rosalie: Well, we're pirates. We're assholes. Get over it.
Tori Scott: *pouts and leans back into Kevin* Can I at least have the bread?
Rosalie: If you can walk to it.
Tori Scott: *takes a lurching step forward, banging into the table* *he manages to balance himself by grabbing onto the table’s edge*
Rosalie: *nods* Nice.
Tori Scott: *is too busy claiming his bread to give Kevin a sarcastic reply*
Rosalie: *leans against the table* What's your name, anyway?
Tori Scott: *around a mouthful of bread* Christopher.
Rosalie: *mimicking him* Cshrmfrmfrm? That's an odd name.
Tori Scott: *swallows* Christopher. Christopher Rose
Rosalie: *raises his eyebrows* Huh. Well, Christopher Rose, I'm Kevin Free. *holds out a hand*
Tori Scott: *shakes his hand* The pleasure is mine.
Rosalie: *snorts* It looks like I'll also have to help you pull that stick out of your ass.
Tori Scott: I have had far too many things pulled out of my ass in the last twenty-four hours to find that amusing.
Rosalie: *bursts out laughing* Well, at least you have a sense of humor about it. C'mon, I'll teach you to walk some more.
Tori Scott: *pushes off the table and struggles to find his balance* *slumps forward into Kevin's chest* This is hard.
Rosalie: *pushes him away, holding him by the elbows* You'll get used to it.
Tori Scott: *sighs a lot* Can we go up?
Rosalie: Up?
Tori Scott: To the sunshine.
Rosalie: *looks him over* Sure, if you want the crew to see you like that
Tori Scott: *looks down at himself and shrugs* Okay.
Rosalie: You want them to see you exposed like that? It'd be pretty tempting for them, and I'm not going to protect you.
Tori Scott: Exposed like what?
Rosalie: You're not wearing any clothes. *rephrases* Generally, what gets you fucked is the crew's full view of what's between your legs. Best not to give that to them unless you have to.
Tori Scott: Can I have clothes, then?
Rosalie: When Diego gives them to you, yes.
Tori Scott: Why does everything have to wait on Diego's approval?
Rosalie: Because he's the captain.
Tori Scott: But what if Diego never gives them to me?
Rosalie: Then you're fucked.
Tori Scott: Literally or figuratively?
Rosalie: Both.
Tori Scott: But then when do I get to leave?
Rosalie: *getting annoyed now* When Diego gives you permission.
Tori Scott: *frustrated* That's not fair!
Rosalie: I really don't give a damn.
Tori Scott: *jerks away from Kevin and totters* How can you just let them do this?
Rosalie: *shrugs* I'm one of them. They're pirates. Pirates are assholes. C'est la vie.
Tori Scott: *wobbles over to the bed and plops down*
Rosalie: I wouldn't touch Diego's bed if I were you.
Tori Scott: Why not?
Rosalie: Diego is... possessive of his things.
Tori Scott: Is he possessive of you?
Rosalie: *hesitates* Sometimes.
Tori Scott: Is he possessive of me?
Rosalie: No.
Tori Scott: So, that's good, right?
Rosalie: Not for you. It means he's willing to throw you to the crew when he's upset.
Tori Scott: *rolls into Diego's pillow and groans*
Rosalie: *shrugs again* *sits down at Diego's desk and starts to read*
Tori Scott: *drifts off to sleep, hugging the pillow*
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Fishtopher: A Pirate Tail - Part 2
//Fish fish fish! Part II of my and @christopherrose-pa‘s pirate/mermaid AU! Part 1 can be found here.
Previously: Christopher has been kidnapped by the evil pirate Diego, who wants to make Chris his new slave. When Chris, who - as a mermaid - doesn’t understand the significance of sex, isn’t satisfactorily terrified, Diego tosses him to the crew. And the crew isn’t nearly as kind as Diego is.
Summary: Diego gives Chris a second chance to please him.
**This thread contains implications of rape and violence**
Tori Scott: *after the crew finishes with Chris, they leave him on the floor, sticky, bleeding, and properly terrified of everything*
Rosalie: Diego: *waits until Christopher's screams stop* *walks down the stairs slowly, grinning* Hello, cutie. Have a nice time?
Tori Scott: Chris: *vaguely tosses himself in Diego's direction, sniffling and gripping at Diego’s knees*
Rosalie: *laughs* Looks like they really did a number on you.
Tori Scott: *buries his face in Diego's knees and just shakes his head*
Rosalie: *kicks him to the floor* Get used to this, cutie – you're my new toy.
Tori Scott: *wipes his nose on the back of his hand* *whispers* But not them?
Rosalie: Not if you're good.
Tori Scott: I can be good! I- I promise.
Rosalie: *victorious grin* Good. You'll be sleeping on the floor of my cabin unless I decide otherwise. Misbehave, and you'll sleep with the crew. Got it?
Tori Scott: *nods and makes grabby hands at Diego, still unable to walk*
Rosalie: What?
Tori Scott: *quietly, unsure* You said I could go back.
Rosalie: Right. *turns away* Are you coming?
Tori Scott: I can't.
Rosalie: Oh? *turns back around and raises an eyebrow* *laughs* Damn, how hard did they fuck you?
Tori Scott: *confused noises* I can only swim.
Rosalie: You can't walk?
Tori Scott: *blushes, shaking his head*
Rosalie: *stands there, torn* *having to carry Chris around everywhere is going to get old fast, but a Chris who can't walk is also a Chris who can't run away* Fine. You'll stay down here for now, then.
Tori Scott: *panicked, reaching out to Diego* No no no no. You said I could go with you. You said so. Please.
Rosalie: I said you could sleep in my cabin if you were good. It isn't nighttime, and I'm not touching you until you're clean. I'll send somebody down to wash you off, and then I’ll come back for you before bed.
Tori Scott: Don't leave me here. Please don't leave me with them.
Rosalie: *smirks* Don't worry – I doubt any of them will touch you. They seemed sated when I talked to them.
Tori Scott: But what if they do?
Rosalie: *shrugs* If you cry prettily enough, they may grow bored of you.
Tori Scott: Cry?
Rosalie: *starts to answer, then just rolls his eyes and turns away* You'll figure it out. *saunters off*
Tori Scott: *manages to roll/scoot to the wall, where he curls up in a sad Chris ball*
Rosalie: Diego: *sends a sneering crew member down with a washcloth and a bucket of water* *the crew member dumps the water on him and starts to scrub*
Tori Scott: *yelps, trying to wiggle away as the cloth grates on his soft skin*
Rosalie: Crew member: *punches him in the face and holds him down, continuing to scrub*
Tori Scott: *makes soft, sad noises* *once he's clean* Do I get to leave here now?
Rosalie: Crew member: Not 'til the captain says.
Tori Scott: *earnestly* Will that be soon? I've been good.
Rosalie: Crew member: *gives him a disgusted look and goes back upstairs*
Tori Scott: *burrows into his ball again, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep*
Rosalie: *throughout the day, crew members come and go, but they largely ignore him aside from a few kicks and jeers in his direction* *at sunset, Diego comes down the stairs again*
Tori Scott: *has managed to fall into a fitful sleep, despite the occasional awakenings*
Rosalie: Wakey-wakey, cutie. Time for bed.
Tori Scott: *jolts awake at Diego's voice* I get to leave, right?
Rosalie: More or less. *scoops him up*
Tori Scott: *wraps his arms around Diego's neck and leans his cheek in the others chest* *sleepily* I can be good. I promise.
Rosalie: *confused look at Chris* Then shut up and behave.
Tori Scott: *nods, not saying anything else*
Rosalie: *takes Chris back to the captain’s quarters* *deposits him in a corner of the room, then climbs into bed, blowing out his candles*
Tori Scott: *falls asleep, only to wake up cold and achy* H-Hello?
Rosalie: *soft groan* Shut up.
Tori Scott: I'm cold.
Rosalie: I'm sorry, do you want me to move you below deck?
Tori Scott: *mumbled* No.
Rosalie: Good. Then shut up.
Tori Scott: *complies, wiggling closer to the bed slowly and wondering how he can manage getting up on it* *Diego would be warm, after all*
Rosalie: *falls back asleep*
Tori Scott: *somehow hauls himself up into the bed and rolls until he's snuggling Diego*
Rosalie: *jolts awake, grabs his sword, and tackles Chris to the ground, pressing the sword to Chris’ throat* What–?!
Tori Scott: I was cold. And you said to stop talking, so I couldn't ask.
Rosalie: *stares at him, still sleepy and disoriented* You... You...
Tori Scott: *snuffles rather adorably* *mumbles* Cold.
Rosalie: *stares at him a moment longer* *wordlessly grabs him by the hair and drags him out the door*
Tori Scott: *makes sad Chris noises* No no no. What're you doing?
Rosalie: Giving the crew a good morning surprise.
Tori Scott: What does that mean? What are we doing? I want to go back.
Rosalie: *snarls* The night duty crew members need a pick-me-up. You'll be theirs for the night.
Tori Scott: But you said I could stay with you if I was good!
Rosalie: *loudly* Climbing into my bed in the middle of the fucking night is not good!
Tori Scott: *pouts* Why not?
Rosalie: Diego: Because– *nostrils flare* I'm not having this conversation with you. *a man comes out of a small room next to the Captain's Quarters, looking tired and scruffy* Man: What's going on? Are we under attack?
Tori Scott: I want to go back. *gives a little kick at Diego and turns to the man* Make him take me back.
Rosalie: Man: *looks at Chris, and then back at Diego* Is this the fish Dan was talking about? Diego: Most likely. Man: *gives Chris another once-over* Huh. I thought he'd be bigger.
Tori Scott: *indignant* I want to go back!
Rosalie: Diego: *to Chris* Too fucking bad. Man: Right. Well. Unless we're being attacked, I'm going to bed. G'night. *heads back to his cabin* Diego: *watches him go* *grabs Chris and continues to drag him towards the middle of the main deck*
Tori Scott: You said that I could stay with you if I was good. And I'm being as good as I can be without knowing all the rules.
Rosalie: *doesn't even respond to that* *throws him down on the deck and calls to the crew* Anyone looking for a midnight snack?
Tori Scott: *clings to Diego's knee and refuses to let go*
Rosalie: Ah-! Fucking- Let go of me!
Tori Scott: No! I want to go back.
Rosalie: *kicks hard* *to the crew* Get him off of me!
Tori Scott: *refuses to let go of Diego's leg* *Diego would have to (in the very least) take the pants off to get rid of Chris*
Rosalie: *sighs* *unties his pants and pulls them down, kicking his leg to keep Chris from getting a hold on him* *jumps away from his pants as the crew pulls Chris in the opposite direction*
Tori Scott: *clings to the pants and curls into a ball, refusing to move*
Rosalie: *luckily, there are four eager crew members there to kick and pull him apart* Diego: *bitterly as he grabs at his pants* Punish him. That's an order.
Tori Scott: *starts biting and scratching whoever gets close enough for him to touch*
Rosalie: *that just turns the crew on, and Diego walks away to the sound of knuckles hitting flesh as the crew beats Chris into submission*
Fistopher: A Pirate Tail - Part 1
//There is absolutely no excuse for this.
Basically, @christopherrose-pa talked me into what was supposed to be a short, terrible crack fic in which Chris is a merman and Diego is the evil pirate who kidnaps him. Somehow, Diego turned into a side character, and the bad crack AU turned into a complex story about Christopher and Kevin’s blossoming relationship. Both of us have gotten really attached to this story, so we decided to share it with all of you! The first five or so parts are still basically going to be bad crack fic, but stick with it! The story gets fascinating once we begin fleshing it out.
Characters: Diego: Pirate captain. Hella fucking gay. Chris: Merman. Personal assistant to the Sea King, Ricardo.
**This thread contains rape, violence, and mild body horror**
Rosalie: Diego: arghhh im a pirate
Tori Scott: *happy Christopher swimming towards a mug of coffee dangling from a hook* *panicked Christopher getting hooked through the cheek and unable to break free!*
Rosalie: Diego: *fishing for some fish food* *feels a hard tug on his line - must be a big fish!* *reels up the line to find...* *dramatic music* *FISHTOPHER!*
Tori Scott: Chris: *wiggles, trying to get free as he's deposited on the deck of the pirate ship*
Rosalie: Diego: Well, well. What have we here? *lifts Christopher's chin with the tip of his sword*
Tori Scott: Chris: *snaps his teeth at Diego, scowling*
Rosalie: *laughs* *calls to his pirate friends* Hey, look at this catch! *turns back to Chris, grinning* What's your name, cutie?
Tori Scott: *opts to snap at Diego again, coming dangerously close to biting the pirate's nose as a little blood trickles from the hook in Chris’ cheek*
Rosalie: *jumps back* *whistles* Ooh, feisty! *calls to a crew member* Tie his hands before you cut him down - I don't want this one getting loose.
Tori Scott: *begins thrashing harder, determined to get away* *gets his hands tied behind him and a not-so-gentle knock to the head for his efforts*
Rosalie: Excellent. *watches this scene with a sneer* *once Christopher's hands are securely tied, he whips out his sword and cuts the line*
Tori Scott: *falls to the floor with a thump and promptly begins to wiggle away*
Rosalie: *laughs again* *steps on his tail fin, pinning him down* Where do you think you're going, cutie?
Tori Scott: Let go of me! I demand that you release me at once.
Rosalie: *both Diego and his crew crack up* Or what? You'll flop at me?
Tori Scott: *fish blushing* My employer will hear about this!
Rosalie: *amused* Oh? And who might that be?
Tori Scott: The Sea King.
Rosalie: *pauses* Oh, really? *quietly* This is a better catch than I thought. *crouches down next to Chris* And what are you to him? His whore? His little kept fish?
Tori Scott: *snaps at him again, this time catching his hand*
Rosalie: *pulls his hand back, angry* *grabs Chris by the hair* Is that a yes? *looks him over* *to his men* Tie him to the post. Let him dry out.
Tori Scott: *starts struggling harder* Don't you dare! *Uselessly flops about as he is hauled up and tied to the mast*
Rosalie: *chuckles* *saunters up to him and murmurs* Once you're dry, we'll have some fun. Hm?
Tori Scott: *pales a bit* I'm assuming you don't mean Parcheesi.
Rosalie: *smirk fades* What?
Tori Scott: Parcheesi
Rosalie: Is- Is that Italian?
Tori Scott: No, it's German.
Rosalie: *glares for a few seconds, but decides that it isn't worth it* *stalks away*
Tori Scott: *dozes in and out of consciousness as his body slowly morphs, wiggling and mumbling as he itches*
Rosalie: *comes back every so often to check on him* *cuts him loose when Chris is properly leggified* Can you walk?
Tori Scott: *shakes his head, still sleepy and dazed by this change*
Rosalie: *rolls his eyes* *lifts him up and carries him to the captain's quarters*
Tori Scott: *buries his face in Diego's neck and bites*
Rosalie: *yelps* *storms over to his bed and throws Christopher down, not bothering to unbind his hands*
Tori Scott: *wiggles around* *not entirely understanding legs, he ends up rolling off the bed and onto the floor*
Rosalie: *picks him back up and sets him down* Hold still.
Tori Scott: *accidentally kicks Diego struggling*
Rosalie: *intentionally punches Christopher in the stomach* *climbs on top of him and presses their lips together, sliding his tongue into Christopher's mouth*
Tori Scott: Oomph. *does understand the concept of kissing* *bites Diego's tongue*
Rosalie: *knees Chris in the crotch* Keep your teeth to yourself or I'll throw you to the crew.
Tori Scott: *doubles over in pain, confused as to why that hurt so much* The crew to what?
Rosalie: *thinks that Chris is trying to challenge him, so gets very close to Chris' ear and whispers* I'll toss you out, just like this, and let them take turns on you. And they won't be as nice as I will.
Tori Scott: Turns? *wiggles some more* Turns what?
Rosalie: Turns fucking you.
Tori Scott: Fucking?
Rosalie: *stops* *stares* You're kidding.
Tori Scott: I don't follow.
Rosalie: I- here. *unties his shirt and pants and pulls them off, suckling Christopher's ear*
Tori Scott: *wiggles away from Diego, not really liking what's going on* What are you doing?
Rosalie: Fucking you.
Tori Scott: *exasperated* What does that mean?
Rosalie: *this is totally killing his boner* It's how humans display ownership.
Tori Scott: You don't own me.
Rosalie: *bites his neck* I do now.
Tori Scott: And if it was how humans displayed ownership, you wouldn't threaten to allow your crew to do it to me. Or else then they would own me.
Tori Scott: Which would refute your claim
Rosalie: *stares at him* *decides that he should just give Chris a practical demonstration of how it's done* *spits on two of his fingers, then shoves them inside of Chris*
Tori Scott: *yelps* *has absolutely no idea what's going on* Why are you doing that?
Rosalie: *snaps* It's torture, for fuck's sake.
Tori Scott: This is an odd sort of torture.
Rosalie: *makes an annoyed grunting noise and scissors his fingers*
Tori Scott: *kicks out in surprise, catching Diego's knee*
Rosalie: *decides to flip Chris over and pin him down, working him open with a snarl*
Tori Scott: What are you doing? Stop that. *wiggles*
Rosalie: There we go. *stretches his fingers wide* *he wants torture? He'll get torture*
Tori Scott: *yelps, now actually trying to kick Diego*
Rosalie: *sits on his legs, laughing* You like that?
Tori Scott: Get off of me!
Rosalie: No. *pulls his fingers out, spits on his hand, and begins slicking up his cock* *Christopher's squirming had gotten him half-hard, and he strokes himself until he’s fully erect* Now. Let me show you fucking.
Tori Scott: *has gone very still under Diego, finally beginning to put the pieces together even if he doesn't really get what it means* I demand to know what's going on!
Rosalie: Smiling God, you talk too much. *lines himself up and rams in, not bothering to let Chris adjust*
Tori Scott: *screams, beginning to thrash under Diego*
Rosalie: *now this is hot* Fuck- ah, fuck yes~ *pins Chris' shoulders down*
Tori Scott: *keeps trying to kick Diego, sounding more angry than in pain*
Rosalie: *ignores him, thrusting as hard as he can* *he wants to wreck Chris*
Tori Scott: Stop this at once! I demand that you let me go!
Rosalie: *puts his hand over Chris' mouth and continues to fuck him*
Tori Scott: *bites Diego's hand*
Rosalie: *slaps him and bites his neck* *his thrusts pick up speed and his breaths are coming in gasps*
Tori Scott: *thrashes about again, trying to break free*
Rosalie: *the thrashing just makes everything better, and he comes with a cry, gripping Chris' shoulders*
Tori Scott: *lets out a relieved groan when Diego finally stops moving, even though he doesn't like the feeling of whatever it is that's coating him inside* Are you quite done?
Rosalie: *sighs* *this was less satisfying than he had hoped* Not quite yet. *leaves Chris on the bed while he gets dressed*
Tori Scott: *doesn't quiet get the idea of modesty, so he just sits there watching Diego*
Rosalie: *pulls on his pants* *picks Christopher up and carries him out the door, down the stairs, and to the crew's sleeping area*
Tori Scott: *struggles against Diego, kicking out as he tries to get free*
Rosalie: *Chris' struggles don't bother him much, and he throws Chris down on the floor* *to the crew* He's all yours. But keep him in one piece, will you?
Tori Scott: *looks around worriedly* *calls after Diego* Where are you going?
Rosalie: *just laughs as the leering crew advances on Chris*
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