“There were no more lines on the card!” Jared said angrily. “I should have been first, gods damn it! I am first mate! I was the first to board the Salvager! I should have been first on Chloe’s gods damn dance card!”
“You were not first!” Kane said indignantly. “We both came aboard at the same time!”
“We did not! I was lying on top of you when the grappler picked up the first load of scrap! That is why I was on bottom when you woke up! I wasfirstto board the Salvager!”
Kane thought that over. “You are right. But I was second!”
“I was first to board Chloe,” Damon ground out, sitting up abruptly and glaring at both men, although it was hard to say if the glare was from anger or an attempt to focus his vision.
“And you will be first to go out the nearest airlock, you fuck, if you do not stop rubbing that in my face!” Jared snarled, jolting to his feet and balling his hands into fists.
“You caught me off guard, you fuck! If you had not, you would not have hit me in the fucking head with that gods damned wrench! You will not find it as easy to throw me out the gods damned airlock!”
“I will help him,” Kane said.
“I also,” Sebastian agreed.
“And I will stand watch for the monitor while they do it!” Lucien snapped indignantly. “I am tired of your gloating, as well!”
Damon scowled furiously at the pack. “I was not gloating!” he snarled. “I only pointed out that he could not be first!”
All six men leapt to their feet at that, Kane and Sebastian to block Jared from stalking over to Damon and beating him senseless and Lucien and Thor to prevent Damon from provoking Jared further.
The monitor raced across the mess hall, drawing the attention of a dozen other men, who followed him. “Sit down and get back to work, gods damn it!”
“We were stretching our legs,” Jared said sullenly.
“Well, if you decide to stretch your gods damned arms, I will stretch my fingers around your throat and choke the life out of you!Iam going to get to fuck if I have to kill every gods damned one of you to do it!”
Jared surveyed the odds and decided that it would probably only result in a trip to the brig if he knocked the bastard’s teeth down his throat. Not that he would have minded if he was certain everyone else would also be in the brig, but he did not particularly care for the thought of cooling his heels in lockup while everyone else took a turn to fuck.
He sat back down and grasped the chair he had been working on, standing it upright. The bolt he had been trying to tighten before promptly fell off and the seat dropped at that corner. Picking the bolt up, he examined the inside, waiting for the others to either sit down or leave.
He discovered the problem. It was not actually a bolt but rather a rivet. There were no threads. He turned the chair on its side again as his crewmates resumed their seats and the others finally wandered off. After threading the rod that supported the back of the seat through the holes again, he set the rivet on the end and looked around for his wrench. “Give me my wrench back,” he ground out when he saw that Lucien still had it.
“I am using it,” Lucien said tightly. “And I would not give it to you anyway. You will only hurl it at that fucking fuck bastard and then we will end up in the brig.”
Jared glared at him. “I need it to pound this rivet into place.”
“Use your fist.”
After scowling at him in tight lipped anger for several moments, he slammed his fist against the rivet. It drove the rivet into his hand and he gritted his teeth and cursed at the pain that shot up his arm. “That did not work worth a fuck!” he growled, picking the rivet out of his hand.
“I will let you use my hammer,” Kane said, “but only if you swear you will not use it on that fucking fuck bastard’s head.”
“I amtiredof being referred to as the fucking fuck bastard!” Damon snarled.
“Well, youarea fucker,” Thor pointed out. “You have not done anything else that I have heard and you are a PD00534 so you have been fucking for a very long time. I am surprised myself that you still have a cock … unless it has been replaced?”
Damon felt his face heating with a mixture of fury and discomfort. “What part of that bothers you? I was designated a gods damned pleasure droid gods damn it! I did notchooseit!”
“All of it,” Jared growled. “We were out getting our fucking asses blown off and freezing our asses off and starving while you were lying on your fucking back fucking!”
“I was not on my fucking back!” Damon snarled. “And if you had seen some of the females I had to fuck, you would not be so quick to judge! It was not always a delight, gods damn it! Some of them liked to bite and scratch. I have had the hide clawed from my back and buttocks more times than I like to count! And there was one who used her gods damnedteethon my cock!”
All five men stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at him. “Why did you let her put her mouth on your cock at all?” Kane demanded, asking the question uppermost in all their minds. “You are a pleasure droid.Youare supposed to do the work!”
“I was supposed to do whatever they wanted to do, gods damn it! And that female wanted to do that.”
