Getting him into the house the first time had been hard. Getting Vishous off the ground, and off of his own body? Now that was almost impossible. He was far too tired for this, but for Vishous' sake, he pushed himself through anyway, and despite the strain on his own body, got Vishous off the pavement and into bed. He stood in the door way, chest heaving as he tried to breathe more normally. This wouldn't have tired him out on a normal basis, not even close, but alcohol, exhaustion, and unbelievable emotional strain had put him in this state. He leaned against the door frame, staring at the bed, at Vishous, feeling helpless, anxious, unhappy...any list of negative emotion. "He wouldn't even let me leave." Butch thought, his expression sullen, thankful that Vishous wasn't awake to see it. "Even after he told me to. What an ass." He didn't even have the energy to make the insult sound serious. Now, thanks to Vishous' sudden collapse on top of him outside, he was bruised and sore, which was appropriate, considering that's how he felt inside, too. What was with this sudden focus on feelings, he wondered? Why was he all of a sudden so emotional? Pathetic. He swallowed the bile of disgust that rose in his throat, disappointed in himself for such a reaction. He was a Warrior for Chris sakes. That meant he was supposed to have a little more control. But then again, nothing here lately had been going as it was meant to.
Against his better judgment, the Bostonian vampire headed towards the bed and just stood there. He was beautiful, that was no exaggeration. Butch closed his hazel eyes and inhaled slowly, holding in the breath before releasing it on a slow sigh. He wanted to leave. He wanted to turn tail and just get the hell outta dodge. Go back to ZeroSum and drink until he couldn't see straight, til he couldn't even remember why he was mad. But he couldn't. Butch sat on the bed, his heart thudding against its bony cage. If only V knew what his presence did to him, if only he could see. Butch's eyelashes lowered, and he brushed his hand against V's. Vishous could see the future...but he couldn't see what was in the present. He couldn't see how Butch needed him. He supposed that wasn't fair. It wasn't exactly something he announced to the world. It wasn't something he showed. Vishous was the light to his dark, the yin to his yang, his opposite and the thing that kept him balanced. Even with Marissa and Jane in the picture, there had never been such clarity as there was with Vishous. V probably wouldn't like it that he was staying in his room right now. But he couldn't bear to leave him. He moved to lie down, needing that stability within his grasp.
His mind was blank, his body numb. He was wrapped in a blanket of complete and utter darkness, no sound reached his ears, no motion stirred his sleep. He couldn't recall the last time he had slept so...peacefully. He rolled over, feeling something beside him, something solid and warm. Curling into the warmth, he let out a soft sigh, every muscle in his body going slack with relief. Something about that moment was just so perfect, undeniably so. Vishous didn't want to let go, instead, strong arms wrapped around that solid mass, moving in closer. His body had been cold, chilled to the touch from the exhaustion, the lack of having fed, the shoulder injury, just cold. He was warming though, relaxing further as that warmth spread through him. He buried his head against that warmth, hanging on, afraid that if he moved away, that warmth would leave him. Another sigh slipped past parted lips, fingers twitching before settling against something soft. He was lost again, lost in an enveloping darkness that brought nothing but peace.
He watched him as he rolled over, pushing into him that way. At first, he tensed up, not used to that kind of contact from anyone except Marissa. But she felt different than this did. Marissa had been soft and light, small in comparison to his form beside her. But Vishous... He took up space there in Butch's arms. There was substance, weight. Something about this felt better than Marissa did. Butch was comfortable. It wasn't really even the bed that was so comfortable either, but the vampire nestled against his chest. His arms instinctively went around Vishous and held him tight. He never dreamed that quite literally "cuddling" with another guy could make him feel so good. Suddenly, he felt wanted, he felt like he belonged somewhere. It had been hard for him to find such a place, being a human in a world of vampires just prior to his change, and he'd always been out of place, at least to a degree. But not here, not with V. Butch sighed, one of his hands coming to lightly brush V's black hair, letting out a heavy, happy sigh. The warmth that was created between them was comforting, and the brunette vampire settled into Vishous' hold, lying just above him on the bed, curled around his larger body. He drifted in and out of consciousness for a good while, opening his eyes only one more time to glance down. A smile appeared on his face, and it stayed there even as he finally fell asleep.
His eyes fluttered, opening slowly as he shifted against something...no, that something was a someone. He's eyes snapped open, a sharp gasp pulling air into his lungs as his heart began to race. What the hell? He mentally cursed, moving to pull himself upright, he winced, his shoulder throbbing. Deciding it was best to stay as he was, he silently assessed the situation while kicking himself in the ass repeatedly. How the hell had he and Butch ended up in his bed, him curled around the other male? Shifting his legs, he cursed again, turned out, he wasn't the only one awake. He was fully aroused, achingly hard and he had no idea why. With a groan, he forced himself to roll away from Butch, landing on his back in a disarray. Wanting to scream, Vishous gave up, tugging the sheet up around his waist, bringing his leg up in attempt to hide the massive erection straining against his leathers, as he threw an arm across his eyes. Vishous blinked behind his arm, why the hell was he still dressed? Well, partially dressed. Last night came rushing back to him, the events blurring together in a blinding speed. He had chased Butch out, tripped and landed on the cop before passing out. Shit. What the fuck was Butch gonna say? I did not just think that. He mentally scolded, almost ashamed of himself. Well, this couldn't have gotten more awkward.
Butch was an incredibly heavy sleeper, and once he was out, he was out. He only twitched once when Vishous sat straight up, but his eyes opened when the other male started thrashing around. He grunted at him and rolled onto his side, curling up in a ball under the blanket, seeming to snuggle against the pillow. He closed his eyes again and sighed, laying there in silence while Vishous fought with himself. "You gonna keep that shit up or are you gonna lay back down." came Butch's male voice from beneath the covers. "Cause floppin' around like a fish out of water is really irritating this early in the morning." He opened one hazel eye, bright in the dim light of the bedroom. "It's morning wood. If you've never seen it before, you've got problems, my man." He still didn't make any moves to sit up, instead rolling onto his back, peering up at Vishous with particularly bright eyes this evening, inquisitive, and in some part of his dark optics, highly amused. He flicked his gaze down at Vishous' little...problem, and he cocked an eyebrow. "Not fair." he muttered, looking up at the ceiling and then back at Vishous, looking him in the eye this time, an impish smile coming across his face. "Problem? You're being all tense again."
Vishous groaned, "You fucker," He moved to roll onto his side so that his back was to Butch, cursing as he realized that just was not going to happen. Settling on his back once more, he closed his eyes, "You're an ass, you know this, true?" Vishous extended a leg under the blankets, fighting every instinct he had not to roll over and do something they may both regret. Even injured, he couldn't help but want to roll over and do extremely unspeakable things to Butch. How the hell was the cop so...casual about what was going on? He was laying in bed with a half naked male, a half naked male who just so happened to be sprouting a massive hard on for said cop. "Tense...tense because this is what you fucking do to me," He muttered, unable to stop the words as they came out, "You drive my ass crazy, in every fuckin' sense of the word," His eyes closed, long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. Well if he didn't sound like a fucking sap.
"My being an ass is not news, nor is it even interesting to say anymore at this point." he informed the black haired male, flashing him a fanged smile. "Don't you blame me for your problems, man. I cannot possibly be the reason for every tent you've ever popped in your pants." When Vishous informed him that he really got him in a sexual fashion, Butch's eyebrows hit his hairline. "Oh rea-he-he-heally." he said, drawing out the syllables, propping himself up on his elbow, giving him a look that held an intense simmer for a split second. It was gone in an instant. "And are you gonna lay there and let the blood drain out of your brain, or are you gonna do something about it?" His tone was neutral. He was taking his time, lengthening the interaction, simply interested to see where this went. Call it a science experiment, he thought. Hypothesis: Vishous was going to lose his marbles in a relatively small time-frame. Procedure: Keep pushing until he reacted, good, bad, or indifferent. Game on, Vishous. Game on.
Without thinking about his actions, Vishous reached out with his good arm and knotted his fingers in the cops' hair, pulling his head to the side so that their eyes met, "Keep it up Butch, keep it up," He snapped before pulling himself up a bit and slanting his mouth over Butch's. The kiss was slightly gentle at first, but quickly became rough, needy, almost desperate. He had decided that it was best to just shut off his brain and let his body do the talking. Soon, he had himself straddling the cops waist, erection pressed against his thigh. He moved his mouth back, just a few small centimeters, "You never did know when you stop," He smirked, the tips of his lengthening fangs showing before placing his mouth over the cops once more, his good arm pushed into the mattress as he held himself up right against Butch.
The conclusion to his experiment was a pleasing one. Butch practically purred when Vishous kissed him that way, the soft, gentle approach suddenly turning to the intense, needy gesture he knew Vishous was so good at. His rough pull on his brown hair sent chills down his spine and prickled his arms with goose flesh. He sat propped up on his own elbows while V straddled his hips, keeping him pinned to the bed. He didn't struggle, he didn't fight. He accepted Vishous' advances this time without hitch, and when Vishous' words reached his ears, his eyes closed, and he tipped his head up, practically begging for more of those searing kisses. "Mmm..." he growled against V's mouth. No, V was right. He didn't know when to stop. He had never been good at that, but that was the Irish Catholic in him. There was no stopping point for a guy like him. Vishous' rock hard length was grinding into his thigh, met with Butch's own erection, which had popped up the minute V's lips met his. At the sight of his fangs, he let out a little groan, leaning back against the headboard. This time was gonna milk it a little longer, push forward a little more. He was never going to get fully comfortable with V's affections if he didn't start taking baby steps. Butch looked up at Butch once the kiss broke, and his lips parted, his breath rushing out all at once as he whispered the other males name.
The feel of Butch underneath him had his mind reeling. Any and all thoughts of stopping soon had vanished, that aching need was back with a vengeance. The cop making sounds beneath him was his undoing. When the kiss broke, Vishous had to take a moment to collect himself, then his lips touched Butch's once more, this time softly, before moving down his jaw, tilting his head back, laying kisses down his neck. A low moan escaped him as the sent of Butch flooded his senses, though just underneath the smell of Butch was something faint, but dark. Trailing his mouth back up his neck and to his lips, Vishous captured them once more, this time the kiss was slow, sensual and when he caught Butch's bottom lip with a fang, his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head at the taste. He moaned, he actually moaned, a soft sound of pleasure as he pulled back, eyes half mast as he watched the cop, waiting for his reaction. They still sat, Vishous straddling Butch's hips, his good arm now pressed up against the headboard, his other hand laying on the cop's chest, not putting too much pressure on his shoulder. Fuck, speaking of his shoulder, if he didn't feed soon, the shit was never gonna heal.
Butch had never seen this side of him before. This Vishous was sensual and attentive, and the man's whole body ached for him. Vishous was usually so dark and overbearing, such a mystery to everyone, and this so wasn't like him...but Butch couldn't resist just drinking it in, just absorbing the affection and the suddenly natural feeling of being wanted. He only sighed, unable to speak, unable to do anything but lie there beneath him as he kissed him over and over again. Marissa had never kissed him like that. Sure, there had been love there, but this was deeper than that, deeper than human love, deeper than any affection anyone had ever felt for him, and vice versa. Butch tipped his head up and their gazes locked for a half of a second. Something in him caught fire looking into those diamond eyes, and he smiled. Vishous' moans and growls set his senses aflame. That male was such a sexual creature, Butch thought. He had always known that. Despite his weird BDSM love, he was carnal and intense, and Butch fed on it. Speaking of feeding, he thought, eyes trailing to the bandages on Vishous' shoulder. With a half grin, he tipped his head to the side, exposing the muscular curve of his throat. He was curious to see if it felt as good to V as feeding from Vishous had felt to him.
Vishous tracked the cops' every movement with bright eyes, unable to stop himself. With his good arm, he ran his hand up the left side of Butch's neck, long fingers gripping the nape, tilting his head just a little bit more. So, that cop wanted to draw this out, tease him, he would return the favor. He leaned down and licked a clean line up his neck, grinning like a fool. Never before had Vishous felt the need to be slow, sensual. Though, that need for control was there, and in the situation, he was in control, sort of. Laying a kiss to Butch's now hammering pulse, he opened his mouth and bite down. He let out a groan as his fangs puncture flesh, the sweet tang of Butch filling his mouth, sliding down his throat in a hot rush. The erection that was caught behind the fly of his leathers strained, aching, twitching, begging for release. The grip Vishous had on Butch's neck tightened as his mouth worked, taking long, hard pulls from Butch's vein. With a growl, Vishous pulled back, watching the blood trickle before he ran his tongue over the holes. A smile spread across his face, a real smile, one that reached his eyes, as he leaned in to kiss Butch once more.
The temptation game had been a rousing success, it seemed. Butch's eyes fluttered closed when V's mouth met his neck, his hamming pulse drumming against the bigger males lips. His groin was tight and swollen, his jeans making the pressure that much greater. When the ivory needles of his friend's fangs sank into the column of his waiting throat, Butch thought he would come off the bed. Pleasure rushed from the bite sight down his shoulders, shooting out the tip of his fingers, and down his legs where it left a tingling ricochet along the surface of his skin. "Holy shit, Vishous..." he breathed, urging him onward, one hand at V's waist, one on the back of his neck, encouraging this strange, erotic display. When he finally finished drinking from his vein, Butch all but collapsed from his position on his elbows, looking up at Vishous with a dazed look in his eyes, one hand against the back of Vishous' head still. He nudged him down, their lips meeting for an extended moment, producing a sensation that made Butch's toes curl. "Don't stop okay... This feels good." he whispered against the other males ear, his fangs grazing the soft earlobe.
Vishous let out a growl as Butch told him not to stop. Something inside of him snapped, broke, shattered and exploded. He could feel the cops blood spread throughout his body, warming him. He scooted back, using his good arm to reach between their bodies, open palm pressed against Butch. He hissed softly at the feel of his friend under his hand, holy shit. The Cop fucking wants me. His brain started to spin, doing cartwheels in it's bony confinement. MINE. His mind screamed once more. Ignoring the warning, his hand rubbed, applying pressure as his lips curved into a smirk. He pushed Butch's shirt up, laying kisses to his hip bones, hand still rubbing, "My cop," He whispered, dragging his fangs over the skin.
His hands were so warm... Butch's eyelashes lowered, and he felt his breath get a little bit more ragged as arousal blinded his vision. He sensed a little bit of surprise in Vishous, and honestly, Butch kind of understood why. It wasn't like either of them had expected to end up here. This was a fallacy that Butch had only briefly entertained in his most dark and well hidden daydreams. He'd never thought he'd even think about it again, let alone allow it to happen. He was sure that Vishous was stunned that this was going down, and though he seemed to have recovered from the shock, Butch still thought it was...well, it was cute. Not that he'd ever use that word aloud, and especially not to V's face. The embarrassment would kill them both. The words "my cop" rang in his head and titillated his senses. Possession. His. His hazel eyes fell closed, and his hands bunched in V's black hair as his lips met the curvature of his hips. "Yeah... All yours." he whispered.
His heart was racing as Butch's words reached his ears, all MINE. He thought was a spine tingling awareness. So many thoughts ran through his mind as he realized the situation was quickly spiraling out of control. He was hurt, though Butch's blood was running through his body, warming him. He couldn't live off of Butch, as he was another male. Sadly, in order to heal all the way, he would need the blood of a female...which meant a trip to the penthouse. He blinked, jerking back from Butch as that thought planted itself in his mind. FUCK. His mind screamed as he sat back on his legs, blinking rapidly. Shower, he needed a nice, cold fucking shower. Now. Slowly, he started to move off the bed, shaking. Part of him wanted to lay there, wrapped around Butch. Another part of him wanted Butch's pants off, his hard length in his mouth. He gasped, he have never wanted to please another person so much. He had wanted to please Jane for her sake and his, but not the way he wanted to please Butch. With a groan, he pulled himself off the bed, back to Butch. Waiting.
Butch was suddenly cold when Vishous got off of him. His body screamed that he wanted him to stay, that he never wanted him to leave, to never be without that touch that set him on fire. He looked blankly up at the diamond-eyed male and his smile was strained. "Nah... I get it." he said quietly. "You'll need to get it out of a girl to get better, true?" He hadn't heard him say anything, but for whatever reason, it had just occurred to him that that shoulder would never heal if he didn't feed from the opposite sex. Sometimes, he really fucking hated that he was a vampire, that vampires had these stringent rules. H rose to his feet, momentarily stumbling on unsure legs that felt like Jello after the bizarre attention he had just received. "You go do what you gotta do, alright? I got a few errands to run. Might as well get em' over with early. Sun just set, I think." He got off the bed and paused, glancing over his shoulder at Vishous, with a small grin on his face. "Try to not get your ass knocked around, yeah? Stay safe this time. Can't always babysit you." the Bostonian said in jest, heading out of the room to dress. He wandered the streets in Caldwell for awhile before he paused before a somewhat old looking Catholic church. Butch was raised Catholic, and while he did not consider himself a religious man, there was someone inside that might be able to shed some light. He hadn't paid a visit to his friend in awhile. Hell, no one besides the two of them even knew they interacted.
The church was empty when he entered. His boots echoed heavily in the open sanctuary, and he headed through the velvet curtains to the back part of the church. He took a seat in the confessional, and waited. Before long, the sound of footfalls alerted him, and Butch relaxed. Good... He was here. The Confessional box opened, and Butch stared ahead, not bothering to look through the screen at the male on the other side. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." There was a chuckle from the other side of the screen, and Butch smirked. "Is that so, Dhestroyer? Tell me please that it was interesting. I've heard enough "impure thought" secrets for one day. Teenage boys masturbating to pictures on the Internet, wasting all that good seed, you know, the usual." Butch snorted and leaned back against the chair's back. "Sadly, no. Get ready for more impure thoughts." Ehnvy was a sort of "spare" Brother. He did not associate with them much, but provided back up when they needed the help. The Scribe Virgin was not a topic he liked, and she wasn't too fond of him, either. He was Catholic, and subscribed to an authority other than "The Almighty Liar" as he called her. She'd had kids. Virgin indeed. His blond hair was kept short, bangs falling into his eyes, which were behind a pair of rimless glasses. The irises themselves were green, which made his name appropriate. Big, like all the other Brothers, Ehnvy was poised to strike if he needed to, but being a (mostly) devout Catholic, he preferred not to fight if it could be avoided.
"So you actually...let him try, did you?" Ehnvy asked quietly, once Butch had told him the story. "Look, I know you don't support gays or whatever the fuck, but I need your help."
"Dhestroyer, I never once said that I did not support gays. I think people are born with these urges, gay straight, bisexual, whatever it is, and I don't believe that the Almighty makes mistakes."
"Ehnvy, I'm not gay." Butch protested. The blond smirked. "I never said that either."
"Scribe Virgin doesn't take well to gays, ya know. Something about how male on male contact can't keep the race going, or some shit like that. And she supposedly created us without those...urges." Ehnvy rolled his eyes, and ran a tongue over his fangs, adjusting the collar of his priest's habit. "I said GOD doesn't make mistakes, Dhestroyer. The Virgin is full of such miscalculations."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Vishous cursed as he reached for the glass on the end table. What had just gone down between him and Butch had been way more heated than the incident the night before. He had come so close to stripping the cop and doing at least one of the things that was haunting him. With another curse, he started for the kitchen, anger causing his blood to boil. He threw the glass, not paying attention as it hit the wall and shattered. He ran his hands over his face, pushing the hair back from his with groan. Not bothering to clean up the mess, he went straight for the shower.
He paced the bedroom, knowing that he needed to call a female, he needed to feed so that he could heal and get back to work. He was now at the penthouse, after the explosion in the pit he couldn't stay there and he knew damned well that if he went walking the streets again, he may just wake up dead. Dropping himself onto the edge of his bed, he rubbed his hands against his thighs, this was ridiculous, no one had ever affected him in this way and at the moment, he wasn't sure he liked it, at all. He did not want to sink fangs into some female, he wanted Butch. His Butch, his cop. And when said cop had left him earlier, he knew, deep down that Butch was not happy with this either.
Taking out his phone, he flipped it open and cursed. His fingers flew across the keys quickly and then he hit send. The message going straight to Butch. I can't do this. I can't do this Butch, not right now. Not knowing what's happening between us. Fuck. Part of him silently prayed the text went unnoticed, and yet, part of him wanted Butch beside him. Maybe...maybe if Butch was there...there would be no need for a quick fuck. Maybe, maybe just once, he could feed and that would be it. God fucking Damn it, he sounded like such a fucking sap.
They had left the confessional box and were out back of the Cathedral, Ehnvy standing still in his priest's uniform, a cigarette in hand. It wasn't very pious, but he did what he could. He inhaled the toke off of the tobacco filled stick, and exhaled on a sigh, watching Butch pace the back end of the church's yard. He looked like a tiger in a zoo, his big form distressed and so clearly unhappy that it kind of hurt Ehnvy to watch. His emerald eyes floated to the other male and he shook his head slowly, inhaling again before stubbing out the cigarette with the toe of his dress shoe. "You can't just pretend this isn't happening, you know. Dhestroyer, love is not like a bout of the common cold. It doesn't just go away if you ignore the symptoms." Butch halted mid-step, whirled around and stomped his way up to Ehnvy, pinning the equally big male against the wall of the Church. "Don't you... Don't you call it that!" he gasped. "Don't you use that word!" Ehnvy's startlingly green eyes locked on his friend and his smile was gentle. "Why? From what you've told me, that's sure what it sounds like. And if I'm right, Vishous has always felt that way about you. He's always loved you, under the surface." Butch ground his teeth until his jaw ached. "But Jane... And Marissa... What was...what was that?" Ehnvy loosened Butch's grasp with a big, gloved hand, and dusted off his habit, the dust having settled on the black cotton. He fixed his gold crucifix and chuckled. "Where is it written that a body can only love one other?" he asked, sounding amused. "Have you never read a romance novel?" Butch narrowed his eyes. "No. Have you?"
"...That isn't important." There was a pause. "Look, Dhestroyer. I'm celibate because the Church said I have to be. That doesn't mean that a male can't dream. Some of the females in those books are positively drool-worthy."
"Okay, so let's, just for a minute, forget that you're fucking weird. What do I DO, Ehnvy?" The blond shrugged his wide shoulders. "How about cutting the drama and just seeing where it goes? He's your best friend. Proverbs 18:24 - A man that hath friends must show himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother."
"Don't do that..."
"I'm only saying. Accept that you are now more than friends. Just...accept it. And move on." Butch officially had nothing to say at that point and stood there, aghast, when his phone went off with the text message. He pulled it out of the pocket of his Sox jacket, and his eyes narrowed slightly when he read Vishous' message. "Gotta go." he muttered. Ehnvy gave him a knowing smile. "Good luck, Warrior." Butch turned to go, and pulled out his phone again, sending a responding message:
"You have to. You have to get better, and I can't give you what you need to heal up. But hang in there. I'm coming."
He then took off at a run to the Penthouse. He wasn't gonna let his Warrior do this alone. He slid to a stop outside the house and without another thought, went in there after Vishous. When he found him, he came to stand beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You gotta, V. I need you to get better. But I'll be here the whole time."
Even if it meant he had to fuck that girl.
Vishous jumped as Butch entered the Penthouse. Eyes wide, unfocused, Vishous looked at his best friend. Didn't matter the situation, it never had, Butch had never once not been there for him. That made this situation all the more fucked up. He blinked a few times, lips moving as he tried to form words before a very soft, "Thanks Cop," came out. He looked up then, meeting the cop's eyes, "You know, I've never done this because I enjoy it," His voice was quiet but the tone was sharp, "Never have and I never will. Hell, lately, even this hasn't done it for me," He looked down, wondering how Butch was going to react. Hell, if he was lucky, the cop wouldn't realize he was stalling. He did not want to call a female so that he could feed. Nope, not at all.
Butch ground his teeth until his jaw ached. He knew that Vishous was putting this off for as long as possible, but honestly, Butch wanted him to get better, so he was going to have to force it. V was going to buck that, but he didn't care. This was not the time to stall. Butch dropped carelessly onto the bed next to Vishous and put his fingers to his lips, letting out a whistle. One of the assistants from the grounds poked her head in, and Butch pointed a finger at Vishous, who they all noticed was looking just a bit pale. She seemed to understand, and bit down on her lower lip, approaching slowly, acting a bit mousy. Butch wanted to snap at her to hurry this up, but he kept his mouth shut, instead just sitting idly by as she came near Vishous, tilting her head, exposing the delicate curve of her throat. Butch narrowed his eyes slightly, but still, said nothing. God, this was going to kill him. But it was necessary. It would be even worse if a quick fuck became necessary. He wasn't going to stay for that part.
As the girl approached, Vishous let out as hiss as his stomach chose that moment to tighten, cramp. He looked down, then back up, hands in his lap shaking. He could feel Butch next to him and knew in that instant how this was going to go. Reaching out, he pulled the female down onto the floor in front of him, white eyes almost glowing, "Floor," He snapped, pulling her arm across his lap before he leaned down. His eyes locked on the vein in her wrists, his body rippling with waves of need. He growled in frustration before he gripped her forearm, elongated fangs sinking into her wrist.
He pulled back a few minutes later and shot up off the bed. Vishous growled again, moving towards the bathroom. He turned to Butch before he disappeared, "Get her out of here," His voice was rough, scratchy as he snapped. With that said, he walked into the bathroom, heavy door slamming behind him.
Butch felt a pang of pity for the poor female. She was heavily distraught, shaking, and now suddenly very pale. He tended to forget that not everyone could handle Vishous just because he could. He sighed, and looked down, helping the small, blond girl up off the floor. "I'll take care of it." he said softly. She nodded, her whole body nearly convulsing with fear. She was used to feeding Brothers, but everyone around here tended to fear feeding Vishous. He wasn't like the others... Butch closed his eyes and took a deep breath, helping her out of the room and then closing and locking the door behind her. He stood in a rocky silence for a few minutes and rested his head against the door, trying to regulate his thoughts. Just what was he going to do now? He knew that stressed Vishous out, that was apparent to anyone, but what he didn't know, was how to deal with it. Was he supposed to leave? Was he supposed to go in there? His stomach clenched. No... He wasn't going to leave him now. Not when he felt like he was needed. Butch took a deep breath and pivoted, turning away from the locked bedroom door and heading towards the bathroom. He leaned against the door-frame and then rapped on the door with his knuckles. "She's gone, V. You gonna let me in there, or am I gonna have to break the door down?" He didn't want to go that far with it, but a plank of wood, no matter how heavy, was not going to stop Butch from getting to his best friend should the need arise. "I wanna help you, you know. But you gotta tell me how. Or even let me try." Here we go again, the Warrior thought. Acting like a sap.
Vishous pulled the door open with a frown, glaring at Butch, "Don't you think if I knew how, I'd let you," He closed his bright eyes and took a deep breath, "All of this emotional shit is really starting to get to me," He opened his eyes and watched Butch, carefully calculating. He pushed himself away from the door frame and walked into the small kitchen area, going straight for the Goose. After pouring himself a glass, he turned to face Butch once more, "What the fuck are we doing?" He asked, tone a bit more harsh than he had intended, but this was it. He was done trying to hide it, hide from it. It was time to face the fucking music and pray they could both dance.
Butch internally flinched at the way Vishous spoke to him. Of course, physically, he stood firm, his eyes locked on his friend as he moved about the kitchen. Butch took a seat at the table and folded his hands on the wooden surface. He looked down at the table, afraid to say a word at this point, for fear of where it might lead. There was a tense silence for a long moment, and Butch finally looked up, his expression blank as a Noh mask. He had to admit that Vishous was right. They couldn't keep doing this; dancing around the true objective of their time spent together. The sad thing was, Butch had kind of hoped that he wouldn't be the one to have to spell this out to the other male. Vishous spoke sixteen different languages, surely he was capable of picking up subtle hints like that. Apparently not. The intense emotion was getting to the both of them, it was exhausting, playing this game. Well, no more games, Butch decided. It was time that they really came to terms with this. "I want to be with you." he said simply, his expression not changing at all. He sat there, his hazel eyes boring into V's eerie diamond colored ones. Butch was blunt; it was in his nature to be. So he was going to finally just come out with it. He said nothing else, and instead, just turned to look back down at the table, at his hands, which if one looked closely enough, were clenched tightly enough that the knuckles had whitened.
Vishous's breath caught in his throat, eyes slightly bugged as he took in Butch's statement. His pacing came to a halt, back to the cop as he clutched his glass, praying he didn't pull another smart move and break it. He had wanted to hear those words from his cop's mouth for so long, and now that he was hearing them, he wasn't entirely sure how to react. With a groan, he set his glass down on the counter with a clink and turned, walking out of the kitchen and going into the bathroom once more. He took a quick shower and stepped out, walking back into the kitchen ten minutes later, a black down slung low on his hips as he made a beeline for the goose. Yep, he was fucked. In every way, except the way he wanted it.
He had had a feeling he was going to react that way. His stomach knotted painfully as he left. He sat in silence until he heard the water running, and then rose, his whole body trembling with the force of the emotions coursing through him. He was breathless, his heart thudding painfully against his ribs. He had to go. He had to get out of here...go SOMEWHERE. His fight or flight instincts were kicking in, and they were saying flight. He grabbed the scotch out of the counter, threw on his jacket and his Sox cap before going out the door with nothing else on hand. He was gone by the time Vishous returned. Heading down the street, walking rather than simply dissipating and reappearing, a cold wind tore through the still streets, chilling Butch to the bone. Maybe...maybe he'd go home. His hazel eyes closed. Maybe he was being irrational, hasty, or even a coward. But this impulse to run was overwhelming. He needed to be away from Vishous for now. How long, he didn't know. But the emotional stress and physical longing that he was experiencing due to V's presence was killing him. The word 'home' flickered in his mind, and he stopped altogether, drinking from the scotch for a moment. Home. Boston. He found himself suddenly hopeful. Yeah... He was going home. Maybe there he'd find some clarity. Or maybe even relief. He didn't look back as he picked up a run, dropping the scotch to the pavement with the crash of breaking glass.
Butch was gone and in all honesty, Vishous had no idea where he could have gone. After what he had just pulled, he wasn't surprised the cop had just up and left, he had shut him down pretty hard. Though, he was now mentally beating himself because of it. For so long he had wanted to hear Butch tell him that he too felt the way that Vishous did, not once did he think it would ever happen, thus his instant shut down, he had never thought about how he would react, what he would do. He was being selfish right now and he knew it, but part of him thought it was a good idea, let the cop keep his distance, no need to be subjected to the abuse that would more than likely accrue in the long run, save the cop some hurt. With a groan, Vishous cursed and brought the glass to his lips, taking a deep pull of the clear liquid. He could find the cop, but the question was, would he? Should he? Should he tell the Brothers that Butch had left? Downing the remaining contents of his glass, Vishous slammed it on the counter with yet another curse and walked into the bedroom. As he dropped himself down on the bed, a soft sigh escaped him, he had fucked himself, big time.
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