It’s NOT what you think … Is it? (Evening Day 1)

After the party was broken up Crew and Passenger alike filtered down Vas was the last to make sure everything was cleaned up and shooed his crew along. He closed the hatch and climbed down the ladder.

Leo now deep in his cups watched the parade from a distance, his dark eyes glittering. Seeing the punk along he mused how his hair didn’t seem to reflect the hostility the raging peacock normally displayed.

The imagery made him chuckle. He swayed ambling forward using the wall to help steady himself. “Looks like it was one hell of a party … I would have joined but …” Leo flourished a hand in the air trying to find the right word. “ … persona non grata and the like.”

He could hear the annoyed snort from the young man … no … no … the height and the build could fool most but he was still a boy. Quick-tempered, violent but most of all in so many ways naive!

“It wasn’t a party, it was a *team building* exercise.” The boy punk puffed defensively.

“Uh-hu.” Leo chuckled stepping closer. He could see Vas bristle and not from the comment. Granted there was the air of endless hostility the boy shot forward but there was a subtle tone of uncomfortableness when Leo stalked closer. “Sure, ‘team-building’ maybe a double dash of guilt? Since the one who kicked mud in your face got away with it. Again.”

Leo grinned when Vas’s eyes narrowed to thin blue slits. “I mean probably don’t help all these fine ladies and nothing to warm the frigid bed anymore … well then again rumor had it you and the sweetest little pigtailed tart are -”

“Wǒ shénme yě kàn bù dào, zhǐyǒu rèfēng (I can't see anything, only hot air)… so I would choose your next words wisely before I tie your Fèifèi de pìgu (Baboon ass) into a knot.”

“So full of threats and pomp and bluster, and here I just wanted to make sure everyone safely got back to their rooms. Also?” Leo swayed stepping closer.

The boy leaned back wrinkling his nose. The booze was strong with this one!

“I did a little digging on Kate Russokova...oh, that’s right, you know her as Yeva Schnabel. Well, she’s doing just fine. How do I know this?” Leo said in leaning forward.

“Don’t ruttin care.” Vas shot back. “Doc already cleared that ‘cuz your clearly mix up and how the hell …”

“Shhh shhhh shhhhhhh shhh shhhhhhh.” Leo shushed handwaving. “No one cares about that. What matters is I was ruttin her like a bull in heat, she loved it but the way, and I did some homework on her. In her. Both”

Predictably the boy made a disgusted face. “Your ssoooooo adorably naive with this tough act … baby cheeks … falling for any hand that’s even half nice you to.” Leo laughed seeing Vas going red.

“As if that was all … Doc has some skellies in his closet alright …” He said with a toothy grin.

“Doctor has been lying to you all.” Leo sang. “And if he’s lying … so is the mechanic.” He continued to sing.

Leo cut Vas off before he could speak.

“I mean damn … as if lying wasn’t enough you think I run around rutting … I have standards at least … Doc though, rutting the mechanic, rutting the Lieutenant, probably guna rut both your perdy deckhands giving enough time. Not including all the cat houses … man is indiscriminate …” Leo though knew when to stop any further and Vas would pop. Pissing the punk off was an art form. You had to push just enough but not too hard. He was a good dog after all.

“Leo … I swear to Buddha leave or-” The punk started full of piss and vinegar.

“What? Hit me? Right … the paying passenger. We saw how well that went last time.” Leo said, emboldened. “Poor little Crew Chief all pent up and zero outlet. Must be exhausting trying to protect everyone on the ship and failing miserably … ” He egged. “... Maybe it’s just a case of the wrong tool for the job.”

Leo’s lips curled into a cat-like smile seeing the mix of anger and confusion played across that boyish face of Vas. “I’m just saying I know your pigtailed Deckhand would throw herself on my sword to protect you … but would you?”

The euphemism flew over the poor kid’s head and Leo laughed seeing the confusion scrunch his face. “It’s a sex thing …” He said leading the dog by the nose.

“Oh! OH! GROSS!!!” Vas’s reaction was worth it making Leo laugh harder. “Stop fucking around! Sweet Buddha! Leo you're drunk off your ass! Go slither to your den and wax your proverbial mustache ... Wú gōngjī pìgu tā mā de!” Vas spat fuming red-faced clearly not taking the offer seriously.

“Oh ...I know, I know. Hard to take it seriously like this … but I know you … you're the type that needs proof … don’t worry, you’ll see.” Leos said with a smile that would give anyone the shivers. Leo retreated, laughing loudly. Oh, he was waxing something tonight! He could hear Vas cursing up a storm only fueling Leo’s laughter.

Yeva had been willing.

Serena was easy and fun.

Yazmina … unattainable.

Marisol was a Picasso, easy on the eyes at a distance but when you got close you realized you weren’t into MILF’s as much as you thought you were. Not with so many younger prettier flowers to pluck!

Riley? Lost her luster to him. How Adler kept his manhood he had no clue because he was sure she was vagina dentata! Chew and spit!

Elle looked like a cold fish and as plain as unflavored yogurt.

Lyen? He liked his sex without a moral lesson.

Vas though? That’s a fighting pitbull worth keeping under his thumb and he didn’t just want to own him … he wanted to break him. Put back the pieces together himself.

Yes.

This wasn’t about sex.

No.

It was about power and domination.

Over Vas.

This was one area Leo knew the boy was weakest in. One *Leo* could win in.

It was the ultimate challenge.

To break the young stallion ...

… this … was long overdue.