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Side Game: Dystopia
In the world you are entering, there is a Federation. There is an Enterprise. There is even a Captain Kirk.
But in this world, they are not as you know them.
George Lowther, 27, is the captain of the pirate ship known throughout the galaxy as the Enterprise. Of course, he's not the real George Lowther, and neither was the man before him, a fellow called Chris Pike. They're in the process of trading the identity, so Pike can retire, having made his fortune. The new Lowther, real name James T. Kirk, has hired on a crew, and they're off on their first voyage, affiliated with the Federation of Interstellar Pirates.
So. How's the crew doing? And, of course, who's fucking?
But in this world, they are not as you know them.
George Lowther, 27, is the captain of the pirate ship known throughout the galaxy as the Enterprise. Of course, he's not the real George Lowther, and neither was the man before him, a fellow called Chris Pike. They're in the process of trading the identity, so Pike can retire, having made his fortune. The new Lowther, real name James T. Kirk, has hired on a crew, and they're off on their first voyage, affiliated with the Federation of Interstellar Pirates.
So. How's the crew doing? And, of course, who's fucking?
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(Anonymous) 2010-06-12 03:26 am (UTC)(link)LOWTHER, G: Nothing, forget it. Great Jimmy, real smooth. let me take your plate.
MCCOY, L: Don't take it like-oh fuck it Stop feelin' sorry for yourself. 'specially over me.
LOWTHER, G: I- what- Bones- what're you?
MCCOY, L: A grumpy bastard by most counts, and you?
LOWTHER, G: An adrenaline junkie with daddy issues but- you smell good.
MCCOY, L: You look good.
LOWTHER, G: Your hands are really strong. Wow.
MCCOY, L: Shut up.
LOWTHER, G: Make me
MCCOY, L: You're a fucking terror...
LOWTHER, G: Christ, Bones. Want you. Want you so bad.
MCCOY, L: Pretty sure. This counts. As permission, kid.
LOWTHER, G: Tell me. Tell me how you want me. Bones.
MCCOY, L: On that bed. Laid out and begging. Gonna hold you down and watch your face as you come.
LOWTHER, G: Oh, god. Yes. Yes, Bones. Fuck me. I'm yours. I'm all yours.
MCCOY, L: Yes, gonna fuck you darlin' You're mine, I've got you.
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MIGHT VERY WELLWILL ABSOLUTELY WAKE UP WITH A MOUTH AROUND HIS COCK.no subject
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