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*
