There's a knock at his door, and it wakes him from his light nap on the sofa. The tv is the only light on, and it's volume is low.

Crip: "Who in the hell?"
He says lowly, and opens the door slowly and carefully. He quickly opens it all the way when he sees the visitor though.

Crip: "Victor."
He says surprised.
Victor: "Hey little birdy. You miss me? I tried giving you some space, but I can't stay away for good. You know that~"

Crip steps back, allowing him to come in.

Crip: "Where've you been?"

Victor: "Not with Red too much, if that's what you're thinking. No I've got my own little squad. We just don't make ourselves very known."

Crip: "Oh, I see. Red isn't mad?"

Victor: "Red wants peace between my people and his, trust me. I'm still with him, but I'd kill him in a heartbeat if he crossed me. He knows that."

Crip: "But why? I thought you were loyal to Red?"

Victor: "The day he...we, raped you..I lost all respect for him really. He treated me like a tool, and used me to punish you. I didn't like that, so there is no loyalty anymore. I'm stronger than him. Better than him. Hungrier than him. I will bury him if he pisses me off, and I've made that very clear. So we agreed to be peaceful. He stays out of my way, I stay out of his. I'll work for him, but in the end, if I disagree, I'm not doing shit."

Crip: "I see."

There's silence.

Victor sure has changed his attitude a lot. That's not surprising though. He's just becoming a leader.

Victor: "Are you okay?"

Their eyes meet.

Crip: "Yes.."

Victor: "Nobody's hurt you?"

Crip: "No, I'm good."

Victor smiles.

Victor: "I missed your little lies."

Crip: "And I missed your rude mouth."

He chuckles, and Victor gets closer, taking Crips chin under his finger and lifting his head up, so he can kiss him tenderly.

Victor: "Do you want to?"

Crip nods.

Victor: "You sure?"

Crip: "Victor...I'm not innocent. These rapes are really just me getting off. My brains fucked up, and fear is the only way I really feel satisfied. You already know that, thanks to Red."

Victor frowns a bit: "Yeah. You're right..but I still can't help but want to protect you."

Crip smiles softly.

They kiss again, and soon Victor is in his bed, holding Crip on top of him. He was riding him, something Crip rarely would put any effort into, but for Victor, he did. He moved skillfully, and made such lustful sounds, just to please this bald-headed, blue eyed man.
Victor was so great.
So loving.
So tender.
So sexy.
So playful.
So cheerful.

Yet...

So scary.

Why did it feel like Victor could destroy him?

And why did Crip love that thought..