Tonight's meeting was the one that Crash hated the most. It was the one that put more restrictions on what he could and couldn't do. He had already been asked once to do something today that he didn't want to do, so just being told more things pissed him off.

He rolled his shoulders as he started to walk off, getting clapped on the back by the one man who ranked higher than him in their chapter, Tonka, the first in command. "Com'on, it isn't so bad. Remember three years ago? That was a hell of a lot worse."

"Don't remind me."

That year tested Crash. He almost went crazy with the shit they pulled. He saw red when he left that meeting. Thinking it wasn't his fucking fault others fucked up, so he had to pay for what they couldn't get right.

"It will be fine. This too will blow over, and all will be good in the land of the moon." Stated Tonka with a smile before leaving Crash to himself.

Quinn was waiting outside Crash's tent for about an hour before he finally walked up. He had been picking at his hand from where he had fallen for most of his wait. His arms crossed over his chest as he stood up to face Crash, not phased by their height difference. Crash had a good six inches or so on him.

"What is your problem with me?" Asked Quinn firmly. A question he was honestly curious about from everyone here and a question Crash didn't bother answering as he walked past him toward the front of his tent. "You've had it out for me since I got here." Added Quinn, in frustration, he followed behind Crash.

At least this way, if both of them were in his tent, he wouldn't be able to walk off on him again. Crash was already sitting, looking up at Quinn with a smirk, thinking to himself that Quinn fucked up by following him in. This was his den, and he was something that he pictorially didn't care for.

"I've done nothing." Quinn waved his hands, questioning why he was even here or why he even cared what was going on in Crash's mind. It was only one weekend he had to deal with him and all the other cold shoulders and looks from everyone. "Actually, no, I want a fucking answer. . . " Quinn changed his mind; he wanted to know what Crash's problem was.

Crash's leg swung out with one quick motion that didn't give Quinn time to react, knocking his legs out from under him and causing him to fall on his ass. Crash pinned the kid down with his weight alone as he moved over top of him. That smirk of his only grew wider.

"Get the fuck off of me." Spat Quinn as he squirmed underneath Crash. The squirming lasted a few seconds before he realized that Crash wasn't going to move. Quinn started throwing his fist. Both of which Crash blocked and proceeded to pin Quinn down even harder. Crash used one hand to hold both of his up over his head.

"Do you really want to know?" Asked Crash, leaning in close to Quinn's face, looking him deep into his dark eyes, making Quinn feel as if his soul was being stared into.

Crash took a deep breath. He could hear Quinn's heart pounding away in his chest. The feeling of fear started to take Quinn over. Crash liked the scent fear gave off. Quinn's growing concern for his well-being caused him to wonder if maybe he pushed too hard with Crash. Not knowing the man well at all.

"No, you don't." Replied Crash, leaning back releasing Quinn, and returning to the place he had been sitting before.

Quinn sat up, rubbing his wrist for a moment. A look of defeatment formed on his face. A look Crash was sure he experienced often.

"It's fine." Spoke Quinn, looking at Crash as he went to get up and leave. "I don't know why I think you're worth my time anyway." He spoke without thinking.

And that comment was what got Crash to snap, lunging forward, grabbing the back of Quinn's shirt with one hand while the other zipped the front of the tent closed. He didn't need anyone ratting him out for what he was about to do to this kid.

Forcing Quinn to the ground, "You really have a mouth on you, kid."

"Is that what you like about me so much?" Questioned Quinn, smiling at the fact that he had Crash all fired up over one little thing. This was the side of him that always got him in trouble. The side that Crash saw the moment he laid eyes on him. "It does more than just talking." He smirked, elbowing Crash in the ribs as he pushed back from the ground, breaking his grip. He had some fight in him. Given the side of him, you were talking to.

The comment Quinn made about his mouth shifted the air in the tent. The bitting of his bottom lip and the not-so-innocent look he started to give Crash only added to it. Quinn completely turned the tables on Crash, becoming overly flirtatious in a few seconds.  

Crash went for his belt undoing it as he leaned back. He didn't even have to guide Quinn. He dropped lower between his legs, helping to push down the front of Crash's boxers before taking all he could of Crash into his mouth.

"Woah, slow down." Breathed Crash, tucking his hand into Quinn's dark hair slowing the up and down motions. They weren't in a time crunch, and this wasn't some race. Crash leaned back harder on his elbow, enjoying the rhythm he put Quinn into a lot more. For the most part, he was right that mouth was able to do more than just back talk.

Quinn settled on top of Crash. Part of him loved the tight tug Crash had over his hair, causing this numbing tingle to run over him.

"Yo, Crash," Brandon called out just as things were starting to get good for him. Brandon shook the side of his tent. "Are you in there?"

"What?" Barked Crash.  

"Have you seen Quinn? I can't find him."

Crash looked down at Quinn as he felt him start to slow down, giving him a piercing look that told him he better not stop or he would come to regret it.

"I'm not his fucking keeper." Replied Crash, leaning his head back as he tried to concentrate.

"He better not have run off because you scared him earlier." A bit of pain could be heard in Brandon's voice as he spoke.

"I'm sure he's fucking fine." Smirked Crash to himself.

Crash waited till he heard Brandon walk off cursing to himself, before he spoke again, "Good boy." Crash complimented as he watched Quinn.

It was never a bad sight to see someone being obedient.

The things Quinn would have done and would do to hear something like that. Even if he knew Crash wasn't serious about what he said. Crash only wanted him to keep sucking his dick. Pretty sure at this point, he would say just about anything so he could finish.

Replaying the words his brother spoke in his mind, wondering what he meant about Crash scaring him. Crash hasn't scared him. He's only annoyed him and made him question things. Quinn pulled back just as he felt like Crash was going to let go, licking his lips.

"Oh, you're not done." Growled Crash.

"But I am." Quinn laughed. Amused with the fact that he was about to leave Crash here throbbing and begging to be finished off. Thinking that's what he fucking deserves for being an ass to him.