The thoughts dawned on him before. The same burning question in his mind, nagging on and on.

Why hasn't Victor fully taken him?

Why was he holding back? It's obvious he wanted to, but he just wouldn't.
Now that he's thinking about it..Crip isn't sure how long it's been since he's been taken. He's been at Victors house for weeks now. It's been great, but something about this peace felt off. Maybe because he was so used to being fucked or chased, now it's just...odd.

Crip walks into the Phantoms hideout, seeing Firecracker as he walks in.

Fire: "Well hello you two~"

Victor smiles slightly, and Crip responds.
Crip: "You're friendly this morning."

Fire: "Just happy to see the love birds is all."

His breath smells like cinnamon, like usual.

Crip: "Love birds?"

Fire: "Yeah. Oddball is your bodyguard for some reason right?"

Crip looks annoyed.

Fire: "-or what? You haven't slept with him? That'd be a shocker."

Crip: "Shut up.."

Fire: "Give it up Crip. We've all got you pegged. This little game you're playing won't last forever. You know that."

Crip walks away, done with that conversation. Everyone's been treating him this way. Victor protecting him caused everyone to be jealous and irritated, and the worst part was how Victor didn't give a shit. He never said anything back, just stands there, listening. He didn't care, as long as they didn't touch him. Like a calm giant, that could destroy anyone, yet he chooses not to do a damn thing.

Victor: "You seem annoyed."

Crip: "Just...overthinking. As usual."

Victor gives a 'hm' before getting silent again. He could tell Crip wasn't happy today.
Crip trails past the main office, and heads outside, there he finds Tattoo. He looks..distracted. That is until he spots Crip.

Tattoo: "What's up you two?"

Crip: "What're you doing?"

Tattoo smirks a bit.
Tattoo: "Thinking about going to a bar tonight. You ever been to a bar Crip?"

Crip looks away nervously.

Tattoo: "Oh my bad, what about a gay bar?"

Crip narrows his eyes: "What's that supposed to mean?"

Tattoo: "You only fuck guys right?"

Shit. He had a point there. Oddly the thought of sleeping or touching a woman just made Crip want to vomit. Maybe it had something to do with the hatred for his mother. He'd never considered a woman, and never will.

Crip: "No. I haven't."

Tattoo: "Hm. Guess all your fuck buddies come to you."

Crip looks away yet again.

Tattoo: "Nothing to be ashamed of. Hell I'd get you too if I could."

Crips eyes widen a bit.

Crip: "Could? Why don't you..."

Tattoo: "Victors your bodyguard of course. That's why nobody's touched your ass."

Crip: "What? But Victor isn't supposed to interfere with that."

Tattoos eyes suddenly widen.

Tattoo: "Is that so?"

A grin eases onto his face, and he's looking like he's just struck gold.

Tattoo: "So why don't you want it from us Crip?"

Crip frowns deeply.
Crip: "I never said I didn't.."

Tattoo: "You sure as shit don't act like you want it."

Crip glances back at Victor, giving him a rather cold eye. If Victor didn't want to fuck him, then he'd make him watch. Tease it out of him. Make Victor want it worse than any of them.

Crip: "Don't interfere. No matter what."

Victor gives a slight nod.