And now we present you with the, long awaited, chapter eight. But, before you continue on to read it, I would like to say thank you again to everyone that has taken the time to read, comment and so forth. It really does mean a lot to both Sid and myself. We have worked very hard to come up with something we haven't seen, something untouched but not so far fetched. We had decided that we were not going to post any more chapters until the story was complete, revised and edited, but a few requests for more were sent my way and after discussing it with my counterpart, we have decided to post chapter eight. This one is a bit longer than the others seem to be (15 pages on word), so think of it as an extra special treat! And, with that said, I say thank you once more and enjoy!
P.S. Chapter Nine is currently in the making.
Teagan&&Sidney
For the second time in twenty-four hours, Butch watched Vishous walked away, either unable, or unwilling to follow. His chest hurt, and he felt his heartbeat in his temples. The hot prick of tears welled up, and he blinked them away, turning to go. Again...not now. He had had a private emotional episode in this room that afternoon, and frankly, he didn't feel like he had anything left. He was exhausted. He had hoped to make a beeline back to the Pit and let himself grieve this in silence, but certainly no dice. Phury and Rhage were posted at the door, and they caught him by the arms. When he struggled, they were unrelenting, and eventually the cop went limp, too tired, and too apathetic to care. "We're going out. You're not sitting at home alone tonight." Rhage informed his friend briskly, not giving him another chance to struggle. They knew better than to let Butch brood. He was just as bad as Vishous in some spots, and what occurred to Phury, at least, was that while Wrath considered the twosome of V and Butch a distraction, without the other half of this aforementioned duo, there was emptiness. No light to balance the darkness.
"I
give up." Rhage said, throwing his hands up. Phury gave him a
sideways glance, his canary yellow eyes somewhat dark. "Just
leave him alone, Rhage." the light twin said quietly. "He's
losing a lot, here. You think you would know a thing or two about
that by now." The blond turned a distressed look to Phury and
then looked across the bar at Butch, who was too busy with his scotch
to be paying any of them any sort of mind. He hadn't said anything,
which was a surprise to Rhage and Phury both. Usually when Butch was
upset, his Irish temper took over and it was at least a noticeable
that he was being contemptuous. But instead, here he was, sitting
without a word, staring down into the thus far untouched lag. "Okay,
he didn't even drink the fucking scotch. Shit is going to go south
any minute now."
"Would
both of you kindly shut the fuck up. I'm not deaf." Butch
snarled. Phury didn't so much as flinch, but Rhage seemed a little
more reactive. "Well, cop what the hell do you expect us to do,
exactly? You're just sitting there sulking!"
"I
don't expect a goddamn thing. I want to finish my scotch in peace."
the brunette snapped. Phury and Rhage exchanged a look. Scotch he
hadn't even touched, might they add. He seemed to have read their
mind, but honestly, the pain in his chest was so bad that he didn't
even want to drink. Something told him if he did, that it was
only going to hurt worse. Butch was not a person that was notorious
for wanting to stay sober, having used scotch to quell hurt from a
lot of things, but he had a tight feeling in his gut that he feared
if he indulged, would only get that much worse. He needed control of
himself if he expected to get through this. Without another word, he
stood up and abandoned the still full scotch. "Cop, we drove
here." Rhage called after him. Where the hell was he going?
Rhage was his ride. "I'll walk." Butch replied
thoughtlessly, the door to ZeroSum shutting behind him, lost in the
pounding of the bass music.
Back
in the Pit, Butch stood in the doorway, staring across the empty
house. The silence made his head pound. Once he changed into a pair
of gym shorts, keeping his white t-shirt intact, he dropped onto the
couch with a dull thud. He flipped on the TV, if nothing else than
for background noise, and pulled his Sox cap down over his eyes. The
thought of what Vishous was doing with that girl made him want to
punch the side of a building, throw bricks, do something destructive.
Just to destroy something. Some girl was getting Vishous. His
Vishous. He closed his eyes under the brim of the baseball cap and
rubbed a hand over his slightly scruffy jaw, having neglected to
shave. So because he was born a male and was unable to give the
Virgin a new Warrior, he was being forced to take a back seat. He now
had to watch as Vishous fathered a child with the Chosen, started
that family with her, and essentially left him behind. So, with
Vishous' new family in the words, where did that leave him, exactly?
As
he stood there, finishing up breakfast, Vishous was lost completely
to his thoughts. Not a single part of this entire situation was even
remotely alright. His lovers life was on the line if he did not do
what the Scribe Virgin had demanded from him, and thanks to the
Chosen, they had found a way to give her what she wanted, but at what
cost? Butch and him would never be the same after all was said and
done, he was supposed to create a new life with the Chosen who was
currently occupying the shower. The poor female had done nothing to
deserve any of this, that alone was enough to make this shitty, and
if you threw in the loss his lover, best friend and Brother in Arms,
this was just one bitch cluster fuck of chaos. As pissed off and
upset as he was though, it was not in his nature to disrespect a
female, or take his anger out on a female, there for, he would be
nothing but polite to Skye. There no really no reason to be anything
but. When the aforementioned female walked into the kitchen, Vishous
was violently yanked from his brooding thoughts, when she asked if he
was alright, he found that he had to force himself to swallow a
scream. It took him a few minutes to respond to her question, in that
few minutes he had the table set, food in the middle, waiting. He
motioned for her to sit and once she did, he finally spoke, "To
be honest, I am far from alright," He was male enough to admit
that shit was bad, "Though, it is safe to say that you are not
the target of my aggression, nor will you be," Taking a deep
breath to calm his nerves, Vishous strode over to the table and
seated himself across from the Chosen. Before he put food on his
plate, he motioned to what was on the table and inclined his head,
"Go on, eat. I know you are hungry,"
She
was hungry, but this whole situation was such a distraction.
He was beyond tense, on edge and ready to snap. While Skye personally
did not understand that feeling herself, never having experienced it,
she was empathetic to his plight. "If you'll forgive my
intrusion Warrior, I--..." She glanced to the side, trying to
figure out how to phrase this without upsetting him even further.
"Whoever it is that you left behind, would not let you go so
easily." Now, Skye didn't know this person. She didn't know what
the situation was, but she did know that anyone who had the kind of
heart and spirit it required to wrangle a Warrior like this would not
be so keen to give him up. The scent that still lingered somewhat on
the male's body, however...told her it was another male. Now, this
was a dangerous game they were playing. Bonded males were extremely
volatile, with females especially, but when it came to other
males...she just wasn't sure. Since same sex pairs among vampires
happened very, very infrequently, it was not well known how they
behaved when it came to their blood needs and mating, but Skye knew
better than to think that it would be in any way predictable what
happened from here on out. It was because they could not reproduce
that homosexual mating couples were not common. The vampire race had
to remain keen in its reproduction in order to survive, and without
male female pairs to do that with, things grew complicated.
This
left her in a somewhat haphazard situation. On the one hand, she
truly did want to mother a child, a potential new Warrior or Chosen,
to know what it was like to bring life, as the Virgin had done all
those centuries ago. On the other, she felt as if she were standing
in the way, forcing Vishous to do something that he didn't want to
do. Neither of them had a choice it seemed, but perhaps this could be
worked around. They were in-sighting a loophole in the Virgin's plan
by causing her to conceive, so why couldn't they manipulate the rest
of the alleged plan? "I know the situation in which we have been
placed is difficult. But I require less of you than you suppose."
she told Vishous, watching him from beneath her eyelashes. "Your
heart is elsewhere. And I respect that." Essentially, she had
made up her mind that though this Warrior would father her child, it
was morally unjust to try to pull him from who he truly loved. He
wouldn't truly love her, not with his whole heart, and she knew that.
Therefore, it seemed wrong to her to try to make him choose. He loved
another, and as much as she somewhat wished it would be her, the
signs clearly pointed another direction, no matter what the Virgin
said. She'd make concessions for that. "You will find a way to
return to him. I'm sure of it."
Vishous
dropped his fork, he actually dropped his fork as she spoke,
addressing the situation like they were discussing the weather. Jaw
clenched, he forced himself to take a deep breath, calm his shaky
nerves, Skye had done nothing to deserve his anger. Picking his fork
back up, he shuffled the food around his plate, finding that he
suddenly had no appetite, at all, "I've told you before Skye,
there is nothing to forgive," He paused, and then added softly,
"I don't want you to feel like you have to walk on eggshells
around me," Setting the fork down, he stood and paced the small
kitchen before yanking open a cabinet and pulling down an unopened
bottle of goose. After pouring himself a squat glass, he pulled down
another and filled it for Skye, figuring he could at least offer, the
female had to be stressed as well. Turning back to face her, he
placed the glass before her and finally, let it all out, "I have
no doubt that I will find a way to return, I just..." He knocked
back almost half the goose, "Things will never be the same
between he and I. Not after," He motioned between the two of
them, "this. There's no way he is going to forgive me, hell, at
this point, I can't blame him. I didn't fight when I should have, I
tucked tail and ran," He stopped walking and collapsed against
the counter, glass loosely gripped between his fingers, "I don't
even know at this point...I just don't fucking know,"
This
was a situation way over her head. As a Chosen, she had been
specially guarded, along with the others, and she honestly had no
idea how to approach that kind of thing. Obviously, there had been a
fair amount of passion between the two to have put the Warrior
Vishous in this state. From what she had been told, and what she had
seen, he was not one to be quite so liberal with his emotions,
although it seemed he was struggling to deal with them right now.
Again, she felt the pain of empathy. "Perhaps. Perhaps not."
the Chosen said softly, staring down at the table. "And what if
he does forgive you? There is that possibility." She swallowed
hard, eying the vodka. She picked it up and tasted it, her eyes
widening at the intense burn. And he was drinking that like water! "I
don't know this male, but I would like to believe that love means
learning to forgive. Especially if the circumstances are beyond their
intended's control." Well, that might be over-simplifying it.
But she wouldn't totally know. She folded her hands in her lap and
crossed her ankles beneath her chair. "You will be back with him
soon."
In that moment, Vishous could admit, to only himself of course, that he needed his male. He needed to feel Butch's arms around him, he needed to hear his voice, his spicy scent surrounding him. Having never been one to show emotions, fuck, or even admit that he had emotions, this was wearing him thin. Downing the remaining contents of his glass, Vishous poured a second and looked up, eyes scanning the room before his eyes landed on Skye. Everything that she was saying, was in fact true and yet, his mind refused to agree in any way, shape or form. Pulling out a hand rolled, Vishous lit up right there in the kitchen, too on edge to feel anything aside from the anger that was bubbling below the surface. Turning, he started for the door that lead to the roof, "I'm sorry Skye," The words came out a harsh whisper as he pushed open the door and stepped into the chilly night air, instantly taken back to the night that he jumped, the night that Butch came to his rescue. Fuck. Stepping up to the ledge, he braced his hands on the flat rim and just stared out over the city, his thoughts moving faster than he could keep up with. He was thankful for Skye, though he wasn't entirely sure how to handle her presence, he was thankful for her none the less. If he didn't know she was in there, just feet away, he would probably have done something stupid.
She
watched him go, and for a moment, was thankful that he was doing so.
She had been feeling very, very uncomfortable in a way that
she only barely recognized. Her whole body was just...too warm. Her
skin felt like it was too small for her body, her heart was beating
erratically, and every time he got within five feet of her, she felt
dampness between her legs. He was a beautiful male, that much was
certainly true, but she doubted it had all that much to do with his
looks and the much more to do with the fact that he was male. His
scent was burning her nostrils. She's yet to be in needing for the
first time, so she had no experience with the feeling of it, but
instinct told her what she needed. She slipped out of the chair and
leaned against the wall, her lips parting in a gasp as she felt the
rush of intense heat and pain rush all the way up her spine and down.
Her legs collapsed and she sat on her knees, at least until she heard
the door to the Penthouse opening. The scent of masculinity flooded
her, and her pupils dilated. Oh, merciful Virgin. Another one?!
Butch
stood in the doorway, gaping at her, his hazel eyes wide as he tried
to take in everything that he was seeing and smelling. This female
was a sensory overload. She was in her needing, and Butch felt
himself getting quite uncomfortable for the sheer sake of biology.
Skye turned her eyes up to him and bit her lip, a pleading look on
her face that Butch was not able to ignore. As much as he'd been
bitter here lately, it was not in him to be hateful to a woman, and
honestly, even if this was the Chosen that was supposed to mother his
own lover's child, he knew she needed help. Fuck. HE couldn't do it.
Vishous could. He had to. Worse yet, it was going to be a matter of
seconds before V smelled her, and then it was going to start
something totally different that Butch had not prepared for when he
had come over here against Rhage's best advice. The blond male had
tried to convince Butch that interfering in the Virgin's plans was a
bad idea (which Rhage was intimately acquainted with at this point),
Butch, in true bullheaded fashion, had ignored him and done it
anyway. Well...Rhage had been right. But he was here. This was about
to get hard in a hurry.
Vishous' attention snapped to the door as two different scents filled his nose, Butch was in the penthouse, and Skye was...fuck! He spun around and hauled ass into the room, quickly taking note of his lover standing in shock and Skye on her knees in the kitchen. Well, this wasn't how he had hoped this would happen. He cast a pleading look at Butch, words failing him completely as he collected Skye from the floor, her scent flooding his nose, overtaking him, causing him to become instantly hard behind his pajama pants. Double fuck. He carried the Chosen to the bed, laying her out on the satin sheets, "You're gonna be alright Skye," He whispered, brushing her hair back from her face as he watched her struggle, it wasn't bad yet, but it would be soon. Unfortunately, they had all been there when Bella went into her needing, Zsadist had serviced her and they had all holed up in Phury's room, smoking until they passed out. They didn't have that this time, and though he did not want to do this, he was more worried about Butch. His male was going to suffer. Turning his attention to Butch, "I'm so sorry...about all of this," His voice was cracking, as was his control. He was ready to bolt, and hide somewhere. He did not want to do this, not at all, especially not with Butch there, and yet he knew that if Butch left, he would not be able to go threw with ANY of this.
Butch
felt his heart stop when Vishous rounded the corner, and he stood
rigid against the wall as the hurricane of hormones, confusion and
badly tattered emotions swirled around him. He heard Skye whimper
when Vishous gathered her up and laid her on the bed. The cop focused
on steadying his breathing, feeling his own hard on grow rock stiff
in his pants. It wasn't like he particularly wanted her, but this was
like a single bitch in heat in a pen full of horny male pit bulls.
Not good. His fists were tight by his side, and he looked up at the
ceiling, unsure of what he was supposed to do or say, if anything at
all. By the time that V returned and apologized to him, Butch was
ready to flee the scene with his tail tucked between his legs, but
honestly, he knew he had no choice. He couldn't leave Vishous here to
face this all by himself, that was for damn sure, but this had gone
from unpleasantly interesting to morbidly complicated in about three
seconds flat. Butch opened his mouth to respond, but his voice
shriveled in his throat and all that came out was an incoherent
muttering. "I--... No. It's okay." The ex homicide cop said
quietly, folding his arms tightly over his chest. "Rhage said I
shouldn't have come down here. Probably shouldn't have. But..."
He looked to the side, and heard Skye cry out. The pain was getting
pretty bad, he imagined. They were running out of time. Butch turned
his gaze to Vishous and took a slow breath to try to steady himself.
"It's okay." His eyes narrowed. "Well...no. No, it's
not okay. It's not completely okay because it's not like I'm thrilled
about the idea of you going in there and fucking that girl. But you
need to. For one, because your mother is gonna off me if you don't,
and two, that girl's in a hell of a lot of pain. And it's not fair to
let her suffer because we're in a tight spot. So go on." He
forced a smile to his face, though it was clearly strained. "This
situation is what pisses me the fuck off. Not you."
He
was torn apart at the seams by the scene playing out before him,
Butch was obviously torn just as he was and Skye was in pain, soon to
be in even more pain unless he manned up and did something. He faced
Butch, carefully calculating before he closed the distance and stole
his male's lips, "I love you Butch, I love you with every ounce
of my beginning," With that said, he turned on his heel and
headed for the bedroom. Climbing onto the bed, he gathered Skye into
his arms, "I'm going to take care of you Skye, I promise you
that," With shaky hands, he make quick work of her clothes,
laying her bare. This was wrong on more levels than he could count,
but that was no reason to let the female suffer. Repositioning them
so that he was above her, between her legs, he kicked his pajama
pants off and hovered. He hadn't been with a female in a normal way
since Jane and she had been curious about his other side, Skye was in
no position to make that decision, so this was going to be as normal
as he could make it, circumstances considered, "Take my vein,"
The words came out a growl as he reached between their bodies, his
fingers sinking into the swollen pink flesh of her untouched
womanhood. He wanted to make this as painless as possible for her.
Butch
lost his ability to breathe when Vishous kissed him that way, and he
didn't even have time to say anything before the bigger male tore
away from him and headed into the bed room. Butch exhaled, the breath
shaking as he shrunk to sit down on the floor, leaning back against
the wall. He felt feverish, still reeling from Vishous' touch even
though he was long gone. His only hope was to block this out. Even if
Vishous was quiet and quick about it, the poor female in there
writhing in pain would not be, and Butch just could not listen to it.
It wasn't because it bothered him that females were vocal. Marissa
had been, and honestly, even though he was in love with Vishous,
women were erotic, sexually charged beings and he found a woman in
the throes of passion to be a beautiful thing. He just couldn't bear
the the sounds coming from her knowing that his male was the one
giving her the pleasure of it, despite her pain. Butch had worked out
before he came down here and luckily had his headphones with him,
which he stuck in his ears and cranked the volume as loud as it could
physically go.
Skye
convulsed beneath Vishous, and the cool sheets beneath her
overheated, bare body made her hiss. Hearing him tell her to take his
vein, she barely hesitated before her fangs sank into his wrist,
drawing on the hot fluid within him in deep, hungry pulls. It surged
through her, stoking the flame that kept building within her as her
needing period began to twist her up more tightly than she could
bear. She sunk her nails slightly into his shoulder as he plunged
inside hot folds. He pushed against the wall of her maidenhood and
when he splintered it she cried out, her eyes filling with tears
against the intense, stabbing pain. The needing made her a white hot
ball of misery, and the destruction of her virginity made it that
much more intense. Sky curved against the sheets, practically sobbing
with the need. He was good to do this, she thought, despite the
fogginess. Skye shivered hard and as he pushed into her and out
again, she felt the first of what she was sure wouldn't be the first
flood of relief spill out of her with the hot rush. She screamed, and
Butch flinched, hearing her through the music.
After
having broken the thin wall with his fingers, Vishous pumped
carefully, stretching her as best he could. He was not small by any
means and when you mixed that with his rough sexual habits, he was
not a good choice for someones first. It killed some part of him to
know that he was causing her pain, but the pain he had caused would
soon be replaced, that thought allowed him to stomach this just a bit
better. Slowly, he pulled his fingers from her hot, swollen flesh and
gripped himself, rubbing his blunt head against her clit before
placing himself at her entrance. She was soaking wet with need, the
heat pulsed off of her in waves, causing his head to spin. The minute
he gathered his composure, he pushed himself in to the hilt. He
paused above her, eyes locked on her feeding mouth as he gave her
time to adjust to the invasion. A moment or so later, he began to
work himself in and out, back and forth, trying his best to keep his
rhythm slow, steady as to not hurt her. The entire time his mind was
on Butch, his lover who was just a door away, suffering just as he
was, if not more. Then another fear struck him, at some point, he
would be unable to continue, Skye would take over and that thought
caused his vision to blink in and out as his thrust became a bit more
intense. Realizing what he was doing, he slowed his rhythm once more.
His entire body was shaking, on fire with the need that her needing
had caused. While he was in here, finding release in hopes to ease
the female's pain and create life, Butch was out there, horny and
alone. Motherfuckinggoddamnit. A low growl escaped him as he looked
down at Skye. He stopped then, completely froze above her, "Are
you alright?" The words were harsh, worried as he hovered above
her once more.
The
pain had become pleasure somewhere in between thrusts, and a little
of his blood dribbled down from her lower lip, slipping along the
hollow of her throat to the sheets. Lost in the strange pleasure that
began to swallow her, Skye was left reeling when he stopped. Her
vision spun and she stared up at him when he came to that sudden
halt. "Ye-Yes." she managed, her voice shaking, though it
was not from the pain that she suffered. The pain was beginning to
ebb. "G-Go on...keep going." the Chosen gasped. It was
really going to be a long night, wasn't it?
----
The
aftermath of her needing was almost as bad as the needing itself. She
woke groggy, unable to move, unable to see straight. Her light eyes
blinked a few times once they had opened, and after several moments
of lying in one place trying to gather herself enough to drag herself
to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Once she felt the blood return to
her legs, Skye managed to force her body off the bed and go to the
bathroom, cranking up the hot water in an attempt to rid herself of
the remnants of the last thirty-six hours. She gasped as the hot
water poured over her aching body, tipping her head back to allow the
shower to soothe her. She took her time about getting clean and
getting out and once she felt like she had scrubbed herself
sufficiently, the Chosen emerged, dressed, and crept out of the bed
room to have a look around. She could still smell the other male, but
his Y chromosomes no longer sent her to the edge of hysteria. She
rounded the corner to the kitchen and paused, seeing the male from
the other day still present. Well, she had certainly been right about
the fact that this male wasn't about to let Vishous go quite so
easily. He had stayed through all this despite the pain it must have
caused him to know his lover was in there servicing her needs. A
little guilt hit her, but she realized there was no point in dwelling
on it. She had a biological need, and though Vishous had not wanted
to do so, he had taken care of her. She owed him much for that. Butch
had finally managed to get some rest it looked like, asleep on the
floor, leaning into a corner, his baseball cap tugged low over his
eyes. She didn't dare disturb him. Poor thing. That had to have been
hard for him to have undergone. Truth be, it wasn't easy on any of
them, tough.
His
eyes peeled open slowly, and he had to stifle a groan. His entire
body ached, down to his hair follicles and there was a growling,
painful hunger roaring to life in his stomach. The groan escaped this
time as he rolled onto his side, eyes landing on the clock beside the
bed, fuck, they had been at this for almost two days. Deciding he
needed to get himself up and get Skye fed, he pulled himself out of
the bed and shuffled into the bathroom. After using the bathroom, he
stumbled into the living room, and tripped over Butch, "Fuck,"
He groaned, rolling onto his back, blinking at the ceiling. "Skye?"
He whispered, not seeing the female, "Butch?" He cast his
glance to his lover. He needed to get up and feed the Chosen, though
after that, he felt that he could no longer just called her the
Chosen. She had a name and in some way was his. Shit, shit. He was
feeling very much like a failure, as a male and as a warrior. So much
that he hadn't even found the will, or the strength to pull himself
up from the floor.
Skye
had heard him, and she inched around the corner of the room in time
to see Vishous trip over the sleeping Butch, who sat up with such
force that his hat fell off and into his lap. "God DAMN it!"
he snarled, looking around the room completely startled by the fact
that he had just been woken up by the force of a big body falling
right over him. "Vishous! Can you not learn to walk!?" He
sat up and dusted himself off, looking down at V, who was looking
just generally dejected. Well, it had to have gone well, they had
been at it for two consecutive day, during which, Butch had not left
the house, knowing Vishous wouldn't be able to handle it if he took
off in a huff like he had done the other day. Running a hand through
his short, dark hair, the Boston native inched his way across the
floor to V in time for Skye to enter the room. Her eyes were wide,
having seen Vishous trip, and she stood, clean and still a little
bruised, but otherwise fine. She put her hands over her mouth. "A-Are
you alright?" the Chosen asked softly. She had half a mind to
leave them alone, knowing that they probably had a lot to discuss,
but she waited to be sure of that fact before she moved. Butch's
initial surprise over the intrusion had faded, and now he was
crouched in front of Vishous, concern riddled in his expression. "How
ya feeling, man?" he said quietly.
Groaning,
Vishous closed his eyes brushing his hands down his face,
"Fine...just fucking wonderful," The words came out muffled
as he dropped his hands and struggled to his feet. Shaking off the
shakiness in his bones, he stumbled into the kitchen, pulling out
some fresh fruit and cutting it carefully. Finished, he placed the
pieces into a glass bowl and handed it to Skye, "You need to eat
something," With that said, he turned back towards Butch,
"Shower first, then we talk," As much as he didn't want to
talk about what had happened, or what was going to happen should they
find in a few weeks that Skye was pregnant. At that moment, he needed
Skye to know that they were alright, and then he needed Butch's arms
around him, making everything better. Reaching out for the wall, he
dragged himself into the bathroom and hit the lights, a gasp escaping
him as he caught sight of his reflection. Bruises and healing bites
marred his neck and wrists, his eyes were sunken in like he hadn't
slept in days and his stomach was growling and cramping like he
hadn't fed in months. Shaking his head in defeat, he hit the faucet
and watched as steam filled the bathroom. His mother had gotten her
way, once again and he and his loved ones had suffered for it. A poor
innocent female had suffered. Anger lit him from the inside out as he
stepped under the hot spray with a hiss. Part of him really hoped
that Butch followed him, the other part of him really did not want
his male or Skye for that matter to see him like this. As he stood
there, soaking in the burning heat from the water, another thought
struck him...did he ask Skye if he could take her vein or did he call
someone?
Skye
took the fruit from him and sat on the floor beside Butch, but at a
respectful distance. Perhaps this was a good time for them to talk...
Probably not, though, by the look of Vishous. Interestingly, Butch
broke the silence first. "...So, you knocked up?" he asked
quietly. The lack of animosity in his tone surprised her. She put a
hand on her stomach and lowered her eyelashes. "I'm afraid I
don't know yet. We will know in a few weeks." There was a
lengthy silence. "How are you feeling?" the cop asked her.
Skye looked noticeably surprised. After she had gone into needing and
had had sex with his lover, he was...actually asking how she was?
Well, wasn't that interesting? "A little battered." Butch
actually snorted, and if she didn't know better, it almost sounded
like an exhausted attempt at a laugh, at least if you cut it and left
it to die. "Yeah. He's a real handful, ain't he?" Skye
managed a smile. "Have the two of you been together long,
Dhestroyer?" Butch opened one eye and shrugged. "It's
Butch. Or cop. Whatever you want. And I don't know how to answer
that." Skye tilted her head, chewing on a piece of honeydew.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."
"Naw.
You didn't." the Bostonian said, dropping to lie on his back on
the cold tile, stretching his arms over his head. "I'm just
having a hard time swallowing what's going on here." Skye
nodded, understanding that notion. "I can imagine so. Are
you...alright?"
"Yeah." Butch said through a sigh. " 'Bout as well as I can be, given the circumstances. What did you say your name was, Chosen?"
"Skye."
the female replied, placing her hands in her lap once she was done
with the fruit. "It's nice to meet you, finally. He's been a bit
of a mess without you." Butch was quiet a moment, and he turned
his head, looking over at the female perched against the wall. "Is
that a fact." he said a little dryly. Skye's smile was a little
sad at that point. "Don't be angry with him, please. He's been
so worried that you would be." Butch closed his eyes and laid
still for a bit, trying to wrap his head around this. He was quiet so
long that Skye initially wondered if he'd fallen asleep again, but he
finally spoke. "Was it good? Being with him?" The Chosen
sat still a moment and thought about it. "He was holding back, I
think." Butch rolled onto his stomach and stretched. Yeah. No
kidding.
Vishous
finally emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a clean pair of pajama
pants, unwilling to attempt to put on something even remotely civil.
A small smile managed to grace his features at the site of Skye and
Butch talking, though that smile fell as he caught the last comment.
Without a word, he shuffled into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle
of goose he had opened the day that all hell broke lose. After
pouring himself a glass, he took a swig and shuffled into the hall
where Skye and Butch were. Once he was down, he more or less
collapsed against the wall behind him, hands out on the floor by his
hips as he tried to keep his head on his shoulders. He was not going
to hide from this, this needed to be dealt with and figured out.
Should Skye end up pregnant on their first try, they could work
around all of it, make it alright, but if he failed to produce a
child, there would be another Chosen. Eyes unfocused on the wall
behind Skye's head, he finally spoke, "...Skye," Her name
was all he could manage in hopes that she would understand what he
was asking. While he waited for her reaction, he carefully turned his
attention to Butch, "Thank you," The words came out a soft
whispered, unable to muster up much more. He hoped that Butch could
find it in him to help him through this, hoped that they could get
through this.
Butch
and Skye had managed a little small talk while Vishous finished up.
They heard the sound of vodka sloshing, and neither one of them
looked even vaguely surprised. Butch thought that was almost funny,
since Skye had known him all of three days and already knew he bled
Goose. With his standard BAC, it was a surprise that Skye hadn't been
wasted feeding from him, Butch thought with an internal chuckle. They
were quiet a bit while Vishous trudged into the kitchen and collapsed
to sit on the floor where they were. The Chosen and the other Warrior
exchanged a quick glance. "If you'll excuse me." Skye said
quietly, understanding that they needed a little space. "I think
I am going to go lie down for a moment. It's been a hard couple of
days, you understand." Butch nodded a bit absently as she rose
to her feet and headed for a bed room. She knew they would need their
time together. They had a rough road ahead of them with all of this,
and if they were going to get through it, they needed to be honest
with each other and try to rebuild what had happened to their
relationship. When she was gone, Butch turned his hazel eyes to the
left, to the exhausted male a couple of feet from him. He had no idea
what to say to the man, but... They needed to try to established what
it was that had happened here, what they were going to do about it,
and where it was the two of them were supposed to go from this point.
"It's not like I hate you, V."
His
eyes went wide at the rush of Butch's voice in his ears, exploding in
his brain, holy fuck. Still unable to find words, Vishous abandoned
his glass of goose and carefully pulled himself toward Butch,
dropping his head into the other males lap. He took a few deep
breaths, doing his best to calm his nerves and take in the scent of
his male. They had only spent a day together and then they had been
forced apart once more. He felt like a pansy in that moment, unable
to fully understand what it was that was happening. Finally, he
forced the words to push their way from his throat, "I...Butch,
fuck," Words were failing him bad and he was feeling like an
ass, "Didn't want to hurt you...or her," The horror of the
situation was finally setting in, "...I need you," He
turned onto his back and looked up at the Cop, his Cop. His stomach
chose that moment to announce that he could not put off feeding any
longer. If he did, things would get ugly and the last thing he wanted
to do was put Skye through anymore than he already had, "I need
to feed," The words were a whisper once more as he struggled to
sit up, "Now Cop..." His tone was a bit harsher this time,
almost panicked.
Butch
lowered his eyes slightly when Vishous dropped into his lap, and he
leaned back against the wall, managing to relax even just a little.
Or...he did, anyway, until Vishous started talking about needing to
be fed. Butch knew he couldn't do it. They had long ago started
fighting this battle. They wanted each other, but they NEEDED female
blood. Butch nodded when Vishous sat up, looking absolutely panicked
by his sudden hunger. He crouched in front of Vishous and took his
jaw in his hand, turning his head up to look at him. "Calm down,
V. I got this. I'll go talk to her. If she's too tired, I can find
someone else. Just sit still and try to calm the fuck down. I'll be
right back." He got up and sought out Skye, who thankfully
hadn't actually gotten around to lying down just yet. She had had to
make a trip to the bathroom and had tried to brush out her hair in an
attempt to look at least somewhat decent after all of this. She was
coming around the end of the hall when Butch found her, and she
paused in her tracks. Butch had not allowed Vishous to see his own
worry over his chosen male, but now, it was beginning to show. Skye
had indeed noted that Butch had managed to maintain his calm
throughout what had to have been two of the hardest days of his
entire life, and now the stress fractures were beginning to show.
There was fear in his hazel eyes, and he looked over his shoulder
towards the kitchen. "I can't--... He needs to feed." the
cop finally managed to spit out. Skye put a hand on his arm and
nodded, proceeding towards the kitchen, and to Vishous. "I've
recovered my strength enough to feed you without harm." the
brunette assured Vishous quietly, offering her services to feed him.
Butch sank down on Vishous other side, one leg propped up, his elbow
resting against his knee cap. "And by the way... You didn't hurt
me." the Chosen whispered. She had heard what he'd said, as
she'd been on her way out when he confessed to it. "Be calm,
Warrior."
Blinking
rapidly, Vishous gave Butch a sharp nod, leaning back against the
wall for support as Butch ran off to find Skye. He felt terrible for
putting her in this position, caught between he and Butch. When Skye
and Butch returned, his vision was blurring a bit around the edges,
"Sorry..." He whispered before he stood up on shaky knees,
advancing on Skye seconds later, unable to hold himself back any
longer. The hunger had become too much as he pushed her against the
wall, one hand tangling in her chocolate brown locks, pulling her
head to the side, exposing the expanse of her neck before he leaned
in and bit down with a low growl. He pushed into her, unable to help
himself as he fed, savoring the rich, sweet taste of her blood, as he
could feel it rolling through his body. What seemed like hours later,
Vishous forced himself to sever the contact between he and Skye,
backing away as he realized what was going on. Eyes frantically
searching for an out, he spun and rushed into the bathroom, cursing
up a storm as he practically slammed the door, hitting the sink
faucet a second later, the cold water against his face calming him
only a slight amount. His entire body was on fire, alive, and in
need, which shocked the living shit out of him, after what had just
happened. Fuck him. A few minutes later, he walked out of the
bathroom, composure gathered as much as he could manage, "Skye..."
He mused softly, eyes on her, "I'm sorry..." He walked over
and carefully scooped her up, carrying her back into the bedroom and
laying her down, "I feel like I have been saying this a lot
lately, but I am sorry for everything...and thank you," He
leaned down and carefully ran his tongue over the tears he had
created, sealing them to prevent further blood loss. Once he was sure
she was safe and alright, he headed out of the room, back to Butch.
He was hesitant at first, but soon found himself pressed against his
males form, arms around him, face buried in his chest, just
breathing.
Butch
watched for awhile as she fed him, and when he was at her throat, her
eyelashes lowered, and she sat quietly, allowing him to take what he
needed from her. The cop had to hand it to her, she had been
incredibly patient with this whole situation. It had been fucked up
right from the get-go thanks to the Virgin's set of standards, but
all things considered, she had taken it well. The poor girl was a
little overwhelmed, physically battered, but otherwise alright, and
she didn't struggle when Vishous picked her up. She could have walked
back to the bed room, it wouldn't have been hard to do, she still had
her footing, but she knew he probably wouldn't hear about it since he
seemed to be so wracked with guilt over things he couldn't help. She
didn't understand him. But Butch did. That was clear. There was a
very deep intimacy between the two males. It was palpable in the air
between them, and somehow Skye knew that Butch would find a way to
soothe him. She didn't doubt that the former cop was pained by this
situation. It was visible in the way he had watched them while
Vishous fed, a sort of longing and loss that Skye knew she'd never
truly understand. She shook her head when Vishous apologized to her.
"It's quite alright." she said with a small smile on her
face. "No offense taken."
Butch
was still sitting on the kitchen floor when Vishous stumbled back to
him, and when he virtually collapsed against him, the fear,
unhappiness, anger, it all vanished, if just temporarily. He could,
and would revisit this situation later and deal with his emotions
when he had time and when Vishous wasn't so torn up. He said nothing,
not deterring Vishous' attempt at contact with him his heart thudding
hard. He was sure V could hear it from his position there against
him. The situation was bad. The way it had gone was worse. But Butch
couldn't be pissed, not now. Vishous hadn't been able to help what
had happened, and as much as Butch wanted to blame someone, there was
no one to put it on, at least aside from the Virgin. Skye was a
Chosen. Her path was dictated to her before she had a say in it.
Vishous had an obligation to the species. It was well understood, but
that didn't make him feel any better. And so, in an attempt to just
get him to calm down, Butch put his arms around the bigger male and
let out a sigh. "It's okay, V... Promise."
Vishous
rolled over with an almost content sigh, wrapping his arms around the
body beside him. Finding the will to peel open his eye, Vishous
blinked a few times, clearing his sleep blurred vision, before he
pulled himself up from the couch and the warmth of his lover.
Shuffling into the bathroom, he used the facilities and then headed
for his bedroom to check on Skye. Part of him felt bad for leaving
the female alone after all that had happened, especially knowing that
she had no one, while he had Butch. Closing his eyes, he took a deep
breath then seated himself on the bed beside Skye. After carefully
studying her sleeping form for a moment or so, Vishous reached out
and brushed his bare fingers across her cheek, pushing a strand of
chocolate brown from her face. In all honesty, she was a beautiful
female, and she was almost fearless in a sense. She only knew part of
what she was walking into and yet, she hadn't tucked tail and ran.
Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before pulling
himself up and heading for the kitchen. After pouring a glass of
goose and grabbing a hand rolled, he shuffled out onto the roof. He
was still in a very bad, very dark place in his mind, but he felt
that things would soon work themselves out. Though, he was willing to
bet things would get even worse before they got better.
They
had managed to talk about it a little. Butch didn't even particularly
want to discuss it if he had the option. When it came to emotions,
more often than not Butch and Vishous were both steel traps. They
didn't much care for discussing their inner workings, as few males
did, but those two shut down like the Pentagon when things got
shitty. Well...it was better than it used to be. Besides, they were
really all the other one had when it came down to it. They trusted
and respected their Brothers, but the two males had been a pair so
long, even before their romantic involvement, that there was a deeper
level of connection. Butch could predict Vishous, when so few others
could, and Vishous had a way of keeping Butch in check that no one
else seemed to manage. He stirred when Vishous got up and watched him
as he left to go check on Skye. A little pang of jealousy pegged him
in the gut, but for the time being he shoved the petty emotion aside
and decided to focus on what was more important. He grabbed his
cigarettes and the vodka, and Butch rolled onto his side, watching
him head for the roof. Damn it all. The cop slung himself off the
couch and plodded after him, exiting out onto the roof. He stood
looking at Vishous for a long time, and then sat down next to him.
They were quiet awhile, and Butch finally spoke up a few minutes into
the disheartening silence.
"Ya
really shouldn't sit up here and brood, yannow." the Bostonian
told him under his breath. "It's only gonna put you in a worse
mood." He had a feeling that Vishous' dark temperament had a
good bit to do with the fact that he thought Butch had to hate him
for this, when in reality, while it deeply angered him that this had
to happen, Butch had reasonably talked himself out of being mad at V
at all. It wasn't like he had a choice in the matter, and despite his
initial bitterness, Butch accepted that it was inevitable and that
they had to try to move through this. "And sitting up here all
night, drinking yourself further into that cloud of pissiness you're
busy floating in, isn't gonna help you any." Butch was not about
to take this lying down. If he let him, Vishous would sit up here all
night, think about it, and push himself further downward into a
spiral that Butch was nearly powerless to stop. "Come on."
he muttered, pulling Vishous to his feet. The cop knew better than to
try to reason with Vishous when he was like this. He was going to
have to force it, which was difficult with Vishous' naturally stormy
disposition. He didn't give him a chance to protest, and pulled him
down from the roof, and back into the penthouse where he physically
insisted they go back somewhere more private to deal with this. He
didn't wanna talk about it, and neither did Vishous. So instead,
Butch defaulted to the most basic need for "human" contact.
He climbed onto the bed, in a room down the hall from where Skye was
passed out, and looked up at his lover expectantly. "Not
happening." he informed Vishous firmly. He was not going to be
given a chance to work himself up after what they had all been
through.
Vishous
looked up, eying his company with half mast lids. He opened his mouth
to argue with Butch, but found that words just were not coming out.
It was like something was sealing off his vocal cords, something
constricting the muscles so they could not contract. When something
was said about him only darkening his mood, he found himself unable
to argue the fact that the cop was one hundred percent right. If
Butch left him, he would, without a doubt, spend the night holed up
on the roof, bottle of vodka in hand. Lifting his glass, he downed
the remaining contents, then dragged heavily on the hand rolled. When
Butch stood and forced him to his feet, Vishous found himself
shuffling behind Butch, allowing himself to be forced into the
penthouse, into his bedroom. Watching Butch climb onto the bed was
mesmerizing, from the motions of him to the deep, almost sadness in
his eyes. In that moment, Vishous finally understood that he was, in
no way, alone in this situation. Butch was suffering, just as he was
suffering and he was more than willing to bet that Skye was doing
some suffering of her own. Groaning, Vishous dropped himself onto the
bed beside Butch, body still as he laid on his back, one arm draped
over his eyes as he savored the deafening silence, "She will not
win," His voice was a harsh whisper as he fought to keep his
composure straight and his emotions in check, "I won't let her,"
Butch
watched him beneath his eyelashes as Vishous moved around and finally
collapsed on the bed beside him. To an extent, it was going to get
worse before it got better, and though that sounded like it was going
to suck big time, he wasn't the type to turn tail and run away when
shit got hard. That was not in his nature. Butch pushed a hand
through his brown hair and rolled to lie on his side facing the
bigger male. He was really having a hard time with this, they all
were. Butch was upset, hell he'd been upset for the past week
straight, and as draining as that was, it wasn't like it was going
away any time soon. Vishous smelled like female, and Butch stifled a
sigh. He didn't like that. It wasn't anything against the Chosen, not
really. She hadn't done anything except what was expected of her to
do, and Butch found it hard to be pissed off at her. What he hated
wasn't a vampire at all, but the situation itself. Maybe the Virgin,
a little bit. She was the one that had stipulated this situation in
the first place, and goddess or not, she had a lot of gall fucking
around in her son's life, just because she disapproved of something
that legitimately made him happy.
He
thought briefly to Ehnvy's commentary regarding the goddess, and he
almost smiled. Even if he was a little eccentric, Ehnvy had chosen
Catholicism over the Virgin's law, and hell, good for him. It'd
probably be the downfall of his immortal soul, but who was to say
that the Virgin was the only goddess out there? God, supernatural
being, what have you...there might be more than just her. Who knew,
really? Butch didn't want to question it. He hated to get involved in
things he didn't understand on the supernatural level. When Vishous
finally found it in him to say something, Butch made a low growling
noise in the back of his throat. "We're not talking about this
anymore, V. Not tonight. We'll get around to discussing this at some
point, but I think all three of us have had it up to fuckin' here
with the whole thing." Butch hovered over Vishous and physically
turned his head towards him. "What you need to keep in mind is
that somehow it's gonna be okay, you hear me? I don't know how, but
it will. So stop. Talk about anything else, I don't give a shit what
it is. Just...anything else."
Slowly,
Vishous pulled his arm away from his face with a soft groan, becoming
oddly aroused as Butcher growled at him. Fuck, he'd really missed his
male. Surprising himself, Vishous felt a small, almost smile creep
onto his face as his eyes locked onto Butch's. His mind was still a
terrible, jumbled mass of thoughts, anger and a deep set frustration,
and he found himself still unable to form full sentences. Though, for
what was running through his mind, no words were really needed. In
that moment, he felt his body stir to full arousal, his mind
vacationing as his body spoke for him. Sitting up, motions a bit
jerky from the goose and haze, Vishous looked right at Butch and
tilted his head, "Could use another shower, true," Not a
question, a statement as he flung his legs over the edge of the bed,
"Join me, cop," A demand this time. All that mattered to
him in the slow, spinning section of time, was the feel of his male
against him, his scent all over him once more. He NEEDED to get the
smell of Skye off of him, though he held no grudge, hate or distaste
for the Chosen. He needed to remember a peaceful moment with his
male, so that later, when his sanity was handling things better, he
could deal with Skye. Standing, he reached out and practically
dragged Butch off of the bed and into the bathroom. Within seconds,
he had the shower running full blast and his pajamas pants laying on
the opposite end of the spacious bathroom. He stepped into his lover,
fingers tangling in his hair as Vishous claimed his lips in a
demanding, devouring kiss.
He
both loved and hated that when Vishous got that demanding with him,
that his immediate instinct was to comply. Butch usually fought when
confronted with orders, and when the orders were of a non-sexual
nature, and not given by Wrath, he had a tendency to buck them. But
V? He knew how to work him. Vishous knew him better than anyone and
when V wanted him, Butch was usually hard pressed to refuse his
advances. When Vishous insisted he join him in the shower, Butch
mindlessly got off the bed and followed his lover into the bathroom,
numbly finding himself removing his jeans. Before he knew what was
happening, he was pressed against the shower wall, and Vishous was on
him. He groaned into the kiss and one hand braced against Vishous's
slick, wet skin, the other hand pressed against the shower's tile
wall. He was immediately struck stupid by Vishous' advances, and
there wasn't a cell in the cop's body that protested to the
attention. He had so sorely missed V's hard touch, his rough way of
handling sex, and the generally animalistic passion with which
Vishous fed Butch's addiction to him. When the kiss broke, Butch
pushed a hand over his short, soaked hair, slicking it back out of
his face and peered up at Vishous, his whole body trembling. His
erection had sprung up immediately, from the very moment their lips
met, and he actually managed a grin. "That's more I like it."
he grumbled, grabbing Vishous' hips and tugging him closer until the
two of them were crushed together underneath the hot spray.
Vishous
groaned and practically collapsed into Butch's hold as he gripped his
hips and pulled him close, "I love you," He whispered, the
words almost inaudible. Pushing himself as close as he could, Vishous
dropped his head onto his lovers shoulder, taking comfort in the
close, fleshy contact. This was what he had been missing, the loss of
this was what had had him torn up and breaking. Though, he'd never
admit that he was close to breaking. Tilting his head a bit, Vishous
licked a line up the cops neck, fighting a grin the entire time, just
before he stole the other males lips once more. Shifting them around
without breaking the contact, he brought Butch's legs up around his
waist, using strength and the wall behind the male to hold them both.
In the position they were in, Vishous could rub himself against the
cops opening, teasing. He was entirely too aroused, and in desperate
need of his lovers contact to worry about foreplay. Grinning like the
son of a bitch he was, Vishous pulled his mouth from Butch's, lips
locking tight on his throat. In seconds, Vishous was deep inside of
Butch, deep in ways that others would never understand. He was in
with fangs and his cock, but there was a deeper level of connection,
a soul shattering deepness that they would NEVER lose.
Hearing
those words made him feel worlds better. "Yeah. Love you too."
he said quietly, making a grunting noise when Vishous picked him
right up off the ground. Well, that didn't surprise him as much as it
should have. Truth be told, Butch was a big guy, always had been, but
Brothers put a new spin on 'big'. Vishous was taller and stronger
than he was, and even supporting Butch's solid 200lbs of body weight,
Vishous didn't seem bothered. Butch braced his hands against Vishous'
shoulders and looked at him with smoldering hazel eyes. He
practically trembled with the weight of the need, and frankly, he
would have told Vishous to quit fucking around even if he had tried
to initiate foreplay. There were times for sensual and slow, but now
was not the time. Now, they needed a fast, hot, tension dispelling
fuck. Something to take their minds off the situation, something to
make everything feel right again, even if it never truly would be
quite like it was. Butch was okay with the altered existence. Skye
was a part of their lives now and it was going to be different, but
perhaps not in a bad way. Butch refused to think on it any more than
that. When Vishous put both his cock and his fangs into Butch's body,
he seized, a feral growl erupting out of his chest. The blood dripped
down his shoulder and slithered between them to pepper the shower
floor with diluted red droplets. He panted briefly as Vishous pushed
himself fully into his opening, stiff against the back of the shower.
As V got his length in, Butch's hand wrapped around his own erection,
stroking the hardened length as his lover pumped into the tender
opening where divine pleasure lay.
The
sound of wet, naked flesh hitting flesh filled the bathroom as
Vishous worked himself in and out, fighting the urge to scream his
pleasure. No need to disturb their company. Pulling his mouth away
from Butchs' neck, he licked the puncture holes and stole his lips
once more, in hopes to muffle the strangled sounds he was making.
Digging his fingers into Butchs' ass, Vishous growled something
fierce, his thrust becoming harder and faster. It was like someone
had clipped the stings that seemed to have been holding him, freeing
something, unleashing pent up frustration of all kinds. What seemed
like seconds later, Vishous tore his mouth away from Butchs' lips,
his head falling back as he pumped, exposing the slick expanse of his
neck, "Now," He growled, his body shaking, "Now,"
As the word left his mouth, his release exploded from him. He finally
stilled, letting Butch's legs drop to the shower floor. His arms
stayed locked around the other male, his head dropping onto his
shoulder once more as the water rained down around them.
Butch
strained against him, his palms pressed flat against the shower wall
as Vishous laid into him. There. That was the Vishous he knew. He may
have been very careful with Skye, he may have respected her, but here
was the abuse that Butch had gotten used to. He'd not only grown
accustomed to it, but he had learned to enjoy the rough
ministrations. The brunette cop grunted against the kiss, knowing
better than to be too loud with Skye in the house. Even if she was
still asleep, Butch knew from experience that when he and Vishous got
into that raucous state of affairs it was sometimes hard to control.
The feeling of his lover really tearing loose, really pushing the
limits sent Butch into hysterics, and his own hand pumping against
his own erection sped up until he felt himself on he brink. However,
he knew the rules. Vishous was in control here. When Vishous gave the
okay, he snarled, fangs bared, and he released, the spasms jerking
him all over until Vishous put him back down. Butch stood unsteadily
on his feet there for several moments, his knees shaking, and when
Vishous nearly collapsed against him, Butch held him tight, the hot
shower droplets clinging to his eyelashes as he looked down.
That...totally did what it needed to.
