Mr. Hickey's wiles prevail for once.
Peter lays traps, and is caught in them.
Some guys just can't resist doing a comrade a favor.
Like a wolf, Hickey senses Crozier's weakness; like a wolf, he descends on him. Like a wolf, he can hardly do anything else.
A record of an extremely small kindness.
In the wake of Qingming’s revelation, the night bleeds out into a sombre quiet.
A scene of traditional seamen's handicrafts, for traditionally handsy (and crafty) seamen.
Caleb tries to put himself in a favorable position for the inevitable. It doesn't work out.
“They'll have to make a few surgical incisions, of course.” With a single finger of each hand, Tsurumi traced two lines, one across each side of Ogata's face, from the corner of his warped jaw to the centre of his cheek. “You'll still look fetching as ever, I'm sure.”
They were nearly at the end of this bout of fucking, when Sergei gave that damned scarf still looping over his shoulders a playful jerk and whispered in his ear if he would mind if he choked him a little?