<div align="center"><strong>M/M Scene</strong></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br/>-&gt; Deck<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas, Arouj, Raavyn.</div><br/><em>"I don't mind being a little bit dirty..."</em><br/><br/>Just as long as it remained a little bit. Or the exactly correct type of dirty. Christoph did like his men to be clean, but liked them dirty, too. That could be conflicting, but in his mind it wasn’t. Lucas, for one, was hardly conflicting, here. He was clean with just a tad of dirtiness. Somewhat corrupted with an air of innocence. It had a dazzling effect on the quartermaster. Something the whore had experienced when his mask had been teased off.<br/><br/>He enjoyed the little show he was given. And Lucas had found rope, too, which was a plus to it all He was obedient. That this came from a desire to get paid didn’t matter. What matters was that he was Chris’ toy for as long as his coin would last. Or, for the rest of the travel, of course, if Chris’ plans worked out.<br/><br/><strong>“You are a good boy,”</strong>he murmured at the question, reaching out to him to stroke fingertips along a cheek.<br/><strong>“Pretty, obedient and without all of those annoying little boundaries I despise in most boys your age...”</strong><br/>He grinned a slightly dark grin at the boy, then leaned in to bite at his lips, then frowned, deeply, at the sound of someone yelling outside.<br/><br/><strong>“I better go check that, pretty,”</strong>he said low, voice humming with annoyance to the disturbance. Slipping from the bed and into his jacket to accompany his pants, he sighed, then glanced back at Lucas.<br/><strong>“Don't go anywhere, you hear? Like I said; I’m not done with you yet...”</strong><br/><br/>He didn’t exactly forget to button up, he simply didn’t think it to matter if he would or wouldn’t. He did, however, take his whip with him. Better to not be unarmed but reasonably prepared.<br/>He wasn’t prepared, however, to nearly trip over an eavesdropper.<br/>As he opened the door without really watching and certainly not expecting anyone there, he cursed in French when he bumped into the knelt Arouj.<br/>He took one look at him, growled between clenched teeth and straightened to his full length, making every last inch count.<br/><br/><strong>”If you step one foot into that cabin, I’m having you eat your own balls. And I’ll not detach them beforehand, if you get what I mean,”</strong>he said as a greeting, then turned to face Lucas and gained a slight grin<strong>”However.. if this boy decides to remove himself from the cabin, do feel free to keep him occupied.”</strong><br/><br/>It would be annoying to have the boy be touched by another, this night. But if it couldn’t be helped, it couldn’t.<br/><br/>Only after this he moved to the railing and leaned over it to look down and at Raavyn.<br/><strong>”Loud enough to wake the dead, lad,”</strong>he spoke, only just loud enough for the redhead to make out his words, not waisting energy.<br/><strong>”The captain is not here. You might try the refined establishments that pour any kind of alcohol in this town.”</strong><br/>It wasn’t that Chris couldn’t take on new bodies for the ship, but he rather not without meeting the captain. Asides that, he’d rather return to the young whore in the captain’s cabin than exchange words with some or the other stranger in the dark.<br/>