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Sidney and I would like to say that we are extremely sorry about making everyone wait so long for Chapter Four. We would also like to thank all of you for being so patient with us. Between work, home lives and relationships, things have been pretty hellish for the two of us. So, thank you again for your patients, it really does mean a lot to us! Now, I present you with Chapter Four!
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A haze of alcohol had been a helpful way to numb his torn emotions. He had been living off of his savings of the last two years, staying in a hotel room; and not a particularly classy one at that. He'd been living on a diet of scotch and potato chips for about three weeks, and he hardly remembered his first day back in Boston. He was at a bar now, busy with another bottle of the hard stuff, trying to drown his self loathing and disgust at the way this had gone. He had finally manned up and gotten the balls to tell Vishous that he wanted him the way that V had always wanted him, and here he was, pathetic, in a bar...drowning his sorrows like a punk ass. He growled, and tore the cork out of his bottle with his elongated canines when someone pushed him off the bar-stool. In his drunken state, that was an act of war. Butch whirled around, his fist raised, and the stranger took a blow to the nose. The guy stood up, and to Butch's drunken pleasure, was easily twice the cop's size. The huge, hulking bear of a man took a swing at Butch, and the homicide detective swerved, tripping over a bar-stool.
Vishous took a deep breath as he stepped into the old bar, sharp eyes tracking the movements of everyone. He was here for one reason and one reason only, Butch. His cop. Things had to be settled once and for all. He had no right to brush the male off as he had done, he had been a dick and for the last three weeks, almost four, he had been on the hunt for the cop. Sleep had evaded him completely, Goose had been his friend and he only fed when he had been injured on the job. As he was about to settle into a booth hidden in the back, his eyes landed on what was about to turn into one helluva fight. With a curse, Vishous stepped in, collected Butch from the floor and nearly dragged his ass out of the bar. Once outside, he manned the cop into a wall, face inches from his, "What the fuck were you THINKING?!" The last part came out loud, almost a scream as his hand balled the cops' shirt into a fist, "Seriously!? What the fuck!"
The huge bikers fist had been centimeters from Butch's face, about to re-break his already broken nose, when suddenly something tore him completely away, wrenching him out of harm's way, and out of the bar, and into an alley nearby. Butch saw stars from the force of the impact, his back and head now throbbing. It took him a long moment before he could accurately figure out what had just happened, and his blurred vision made it hard for him to focus on the male in front of him. When the initial pain of the hit faded and he felt like he could see straight, the pair of angry, diamond colored eyes bored into his head, into his very soul, and his knees went to water. His mouth opened slightly in an attempt to speak, and he shut it promptly with a click of fangs. Butch was drunk alright, but not nearly drunk enough to make this okay. He had left Caldwell to get away from the bastard, and here he was again, back in his life when Butch was hoping for some release from V's impossible hold. He stared up at Vishous with hazy green-brown eyes, looking suddenly morose. Despite it all...he couldn't say he was angry to see the male. Some part of him had been desperately hoping that that wasn't it. That maybe V wanted him back bad enough to chase him. Turns out, it was true; or at least partially true. Maybe he just didn't want him doing something stupid. His heart sank at the thought.
Vishous had to stop a moment, stop long enough to focus, take in the missed scent of his cop, his male. He also had to stop before he beat the cops face in from the anger that boiled just beneath his cool exterior, "Drunk off your ass, away from home, out in harms way, what the fucking hell were you thinking Cop?" His words were harsh, deep, the anger prominent in his tone. He forced himself to step back before he hauled off and clocked him good, "Fucking A' Butch," He groaned, "What were you thinking, honestly, do enlighten me," Large arms crossed over his chest as he square off and faced the other male, "I wanna know what the fuck was going through your heard when you up and decided you were gonna leave," Vishous pegged Butch was a stare that held so much emotion, they were inseparable.
Butch silently prayed to the Virgin that V would stop looking at him like that. That anger, that intensity, that desperation... It all filled him to bursting, and all he wanted to do was just disappear completely, into darkness, where he'd be safe from those eerie, gorgeous eyes, probing him like some kind of science experiment. Desperation swallowed him. What exactly did Vishous want him to say? That he was running away from rejection like a punk ass little girl? This was getting more and more pathetic by the second. He had a three week head start and Vishous still managed to find him and cornered him in an alley like a rat in a trap. Butch stood up straight when the bigger male released him, though his whole being hurt thanks to that hell of a body check Vishous had just treated him to against a brick wall. "And what did you want me to do, V?" he managed hoarsely, trying to sound like he had a hold on himself. He didn't, and he wasn't sure why he was trying. Vishous knew him better than that. "Stay in that house with you having to go to bed every morning knowing you were right down the hall and I couldn't be with you?" Well, so long as he was ALREADY being pathetic... Might as well polish this off and make it worse, right? Shit sandwich it was, then. "After all this time I finally got it through my head that you were what I wanted and when I get the chance to tell you, you just fucking take off like what I did didn't kill me enough already! Thanks for that, Vishous. Call me what you want, I'm acting like a bitch, I get it. But you fucking asked, didn't you?"
Vishous let out a low growl as his eyes narrowed into glowing slits. His arms moved of their own accord, as he was unable to stop himself from doing what he was about to do. He had meant to open his mouth and tell Butch that he knew he was wrong, knew that he should not have shut him out as he had done, but that was not what happened. Vishous had stepped forward, one hand braced against the wall by the cops head, the other hand tangled long fingers into the other males hair, pulling it roughly as he stole the cops lips in a fierce, but desperate kiss. In that moment he needed the taste, fell, the scent of his cop. Nothing else mattered but that, all of it combined.
He wished that he had had more time to prepare for that. Their mouths were crushed together seconds later, and Vishous had a hold on him that he could not possibly expect to get free of. He wasn't even sure that he wanted to. Fire lit his lips and shot down his neck and into his spine, filling him with heat, need, and an intense combination of things he couldn't possibly hope to understand. For now, it didn't matter. When the kiss finally broke, Butch staggered back and landed with a thud against the wall that he had been thrown into just a minute earlier. He was reeling, feeling overly warm and dizzy, staring at Vishous there above him, his lips just slightly parted, breathing heavily. "Did you come here just to do that...?" he gasped, his fists clenched, knuckles whitening as he forced himself to stand up. "Just hear to taunt me and disappear?"
When Butch broke away and hit the wall, Vishous couldn't help as his eye lids started to blink rapidly, trying to take in and understand the full force of what had just happened. When the cop slid down and spoke, V's eyes tracked him, carefully absorbing his words. He knelt down, arms braced on his knees as he met the cops harsh stare, the words burning deeper than they should, "I came here because I need you cop, I fucking need you. I don't know how to handle this," His voice was low, gravelly as he spread his arms, indicating what was between the, "Fuck, I don't even know what to call this..." His hands landed on the cops knees, eyes down cast, waiting for the cop to brush him off and walk away as he had done, waiting for a solid fist to hit his face, yelling, anything.
Butch's heartbeat hammered against his rib cage, his breath still coming in ragged gasps. The kiss had left him spiraling. He couldn't focus, hell he could barely see. The liquor had a lot to do with that, he was sure. He was drunk, confused, and desperately wishing that he knew what to do. He was brought back into reality by Vishous' hands on his knees. Heat spread from the point of contact, and Butch lowered his head, his chin tucked into his own chest, trying to regulate his breathing. When he calmed down enough to react to this, Butch looked up and tilted his head to one side, the alcohol in his bloodstream making him dizzy and suddenly...quite ready for bed. "Then...call it something tomorrow." he muttered, his speech slurred. "Cause I'm...about to pass the fuck out."
Vishous let out a soft laugh as the cop declared that he was done. He quickly gathered Butch into his arms and headed to the Escalade. He had checked into a hotel just down the way in case he hadn't found Butch or something of this nature had happened.
Within 15 minutes, Vishous was kicking open the door to a semi cheap hotel room and barreling the cop inside. Completely unamused by the whole situation, Vishous laid Butch out on the king sized bed. He made quick work of getting the cop cleaned up. Vishous had taken the care to pull his shows off, shimmy him out of his shirt and get him all tucked in. "Fuck," He muttered as he kicked off his boots, setting them neatly beside the bed before pulling his legs up and laying out beside Butch. They would figure this out, it sure as fuck wouldn't be easy, but they would figure it out. Hopefully, the cop came around or the sun came and went soon because he was in for another sleepless day.
When he was picked up like that, he felt somewhat like a child, being carried to bed after falling asleep on the couch in front of the TV. He felt so good right now, and went limp in V's arms as he got him to the car, the cop's head resting against the bigger males shoulder. He didn't feel a thing when he was put into bed and settled in for the day, only moving once when he rolled over with a grunting noise. He woke long enough to pick up his head and look at Vishous, still just sober enough to identify who was in the bed with him. He blinked slowly, and moved in V's direction. His motion was sluggish and slower than usual thanks to the unbelievable amount of scotch he had consumed, but he managed to get close to him. He got comfortable lying against Vishous' side, closing his eyes again once he was settled. "Don't leave, okay?" Butch mumbled, tugging the blanket up around his shoulders.
Vishous couldn't fight his smile as Butch moved closer to him, his movements slow, clumsy. But he made it, settling into nice and close to V's side. Vishous wrapped an arm around his cop and pulled him even closer, "Wasn't the plan," He whispered before tilting his head back against the wall and closing his eyes. Greatly missed sleep enveloping him. That same calming darkness that had consumed him just before Butch had left him had returned. Sucking him into one of the deepest sleeps he had ever known.
His biological clock woke him right before the sun set. The hatched windows let in almost no light, but the sunset's pale orange glow bathed the floor to the left of the bed. His vision cleared very slowly, and to his surprise and pleasure, he found no headache thundering in his temples, no rising bile pickling his stomach. There was no hangover to be seen, and that had not happened to him in years. When one consumes that much dark liquor one usually pays for it, but not this time! He picked his head up and yawned, running a calloused hand through his short brown hair. He paused to glance down at Vishous, and smirked. He knew what would get the males attention, what would get him up real fast. Butch hovered over the bigger vampire for a minute, a diabolical look on his face. V wasn't normally a deep sleeper, so this was a rare opportunity to annoy him first thing in the evening. He dipped his head, and paused, biting quickly at his ear before darting off the bed before Vishous had a chance to punch him in the mouth. Good morning, indeed!
V wasn't sure anything could have disturbed his sleep, even his his own biological clock chimed. He was content, completely at ease. Suddenly, a sharp but pleasurable pain lanced his ear, causing his eyes to snap open and his cock to twitch, "Cop." He growled, lifting one arm to rest under his head as he watched Butch. A smirked graced his features as he found himself still at ease, aside from the massive hard on he was now sporting in his leathers. Well wasn't this an accident waiting to happen. His smirk faded as his eyes became thoughtful, watching Butch in a very calculating manner. Curious to see how the other male reacted to him.
Butch was right back in his face a half a second later once he figured out that he wasn't getting hit, or body slammed, or any combination of the two. He narrowed his hazel eyes and extended an index finger, poking Vishous in the head. "You are usually so ornery that that would have annoyed you." he said, sounding somewhat accusatory. "But weirdly, here you are, looking at me like prime beef." The minute it came out of his mouth, he realized the mistake and his eyes flicked down to Vishous' apparent erection. His eyebrows furrowed. "This again? Jeez, my man, you've really got some problems first thing." he said smugly. "You're ridiculous. DO something, please?! You're being hella boring right now." the Boston native told his friend/sort of lover, moving to lie on his back.
Vishous gave Butch a sideways glance followed by a short shrug, "If you insist," His free hand trailed down his chest, across his tight abs as he made a beeline for the fly of his leathers. He quickly had them undone and was pulling himself free as he rolled his head to the side, eyes meeting the cops, "Eyes on me Cop," His voice was rough with need as he moved his hand down, then up and over his rounded head before sliding back down his thick shaft. As he touched himself, his eyes never left Butch's even as a rich scent seemed to fill the room. He had only smelled something similar with Jane, this scent though, this was stronger, more potent, masculine. Vishou's hand started to move faster, his body twitching gently.
What he was smelling was arousal. Butch was harder than a diamond in a snow-storm in less than a few seconds. His whole body roared to life when Vishous pulled his cock free. Adrenaline surged, his pupils dilated and he went rigid where he sat. When Vishous ordered him to watch, he felt his mouth go dry. Oh, V had his attention alright. "You better watch yourself, V." Butch breathed. "This teasing shit don't sit well with me." There had been so many of these little episodes. Vishous would entice him, light his senses up like a Christmas tree, and then bail on him. What he wanted was for V to stop playing games, and just take him. Butch wanted Vishous inside of him. He wanted to be brutalized, possessed, really roughed up and owned. That was precisely what Vishous was good at, and Butch wanted a taste of it. Watching Vishous pleasure himself had given him an idea. Now, it wasn't like he had ever sucked cock before, but he knew what he personally liked, and that had to be a start, right? If he did what he knew felt good to him, maybe Vishous would like it too. His hand grabbed Vishous' and pushed it away from his already hardened length. He didn't say anything, but he looked up at him with a strange gleam in his hazel eyes. Without another word, Butch was down, his mouth around V's erection. Wow, this felt kinda funny... Hard, but soft at the same time. His eyes narrowed, but he didn't wanna look like a jackass, so he moved to the next stage. He knew what he liked. He kept telling himself that. To his surprise, he got quite a bit of it in his mouth, and due to some stupid dares, he didn't gag when he got it down deep. He gently grazed the tips of his fangs over the ridges of V's cock, careful not to put too much pressure. Marissa had used teeth, but not too much. Just enough to entice. Butch moved up and down, his powerful jaw keeping the pressure constant.
Vishous saw stares, he saw fucking stares as Butch took over, taking control and sucking him down. His hips jerked up, pushing him deeper into Butch's mouth. He pulled himself up on his elbows, watching the cops every move. He blinked a few times before becoming transfixed once more. He reached out and gripped Butch's hair, pulled him down, "All the way, hold it," Vishous voice was all gravel, deep and rough with arousal. After a moment or so, Vishous pulled Butch up and let him catch his breath before he pulled the cop up his body and stole his lips roughly. Without warning, Vishous flipped Butch onto his stomach, settling in behind him after tossing the cops pants onto the floor. Vishous pushed his length against the back of Butch, letting the other male know just how much he wanted to be there. As he fought back a growl, his fangs punched down. He reached out and grabbed the back of the cops neck, stretching him back as he leaned down, pushing his length harder against him, "Tell me you want this," He whispered, tongue flicking out to tease his ear lobe, then his neck, "I want to hear you say that you want this, come on Cop," His grip
tightened just a bit, his erection grinding into Butch's ass. All naked skin against naked skin.
Strangely, instead of gagging like Marissa used to, Butch found having his head pushed down that way was...arousing. He growled against the silky skin of Vishous' erection, and when Vishous pulled his head up, diamond eyes met hazel ones, and there was a lengthy pause. Butch snarled as V meshed their lips together in a scorching kiss that caused him to see stars in front of his eyes. Before he had proper time to react, Vishous had flipped the ex-cop onto his stomach and has pressing him against the rough cotton of the sheets, the other males hard arousal pressed against the muscular curvature of his back. The rough touch to his neck, his earlobe and his lower back sent him spiraling. He panted V's name under his breath and tipped his head up, looking at Vishous over his shoulder with a pleading, anxious look on his face. "I...I want it." he growled. "Fucking give it to me, I'm done with these games." He narrowed his eyes in V's direction. "I don't care how you have to do it, don't worry about hurting me or whatever it is you angst about. Just...god, Vishous." he moaned. "I can't take this."
A deep, possessive sounding growl worked it's way out of Vishous at the cops words, his vision swam as he heard the words he needed to hear. He reached between their bodies and slowly spread Butch wide, pressing the head of his dick against the other males opening. After wetting two fingers, he reached back down between them, rubbing his fingers against him, slowly, teasingly before replacing his fingers with his dick once more, this time, applying the smallest amount of pressure and then just a little bit more, gradually increasing. When he had pushed himself in just a bit, he groaned, his grip on the cops hair tightening once more as he angled his neck, eyes locked, "I want to see your eyes when I am all the way inside of you," He growled before biting down on the juncture where the other males neck met his shoulder, fangs sinking in as he pushed himself into the cop in one, hard thrust, burying himself hilt deep. His eyes never left the cops as he paused, allowing the other male to adjust. Before he started to slowly rock his hips, he took a few pulls from his vein, then his hips started a slow, sensual roll, bringing him out and pushing him back in, almost painfully slow. But he took his time, savored it as he licked at the bite marks before stealing the cops lips. He wanted his cop to adjust and enjoy, he did not like the thought of hurting Butch. At All.
Oh god. Oh shit. Oh holy mother of fucking Christ. The first entrance of his fingers sent him almost into neural collapse, but that was only a small taste, he found out. When Vishous put his entire length inside of him, Butch clutched the sheets so tightly that the fabric tore slightly. Butch's eyes locked on Vishous' oddly colored ones, as commanded, and when V was all the way inside of him, an impressive feat considering the other vampire's girth, he felt like he was going to explode. His pupils dilated until the color in them almost disappeared and then they constricted to animal like slits amid the field of brown-ish gold. His lips parted, and he made a noise resembling a hiss, his fangs elongating and exposed like ivory needles. As if the entrance wasn't enough to take in, the sensory overload of Vishous's own fangs piercing his shoulder sent him into an unforeseen spiral of pleasure, the likes of which Butch had never in his life experienced. He couldn't even compare this to Marissa's lovemaking. This was nothing of the sort, not even close. It wasn't even in the same ballpark. The teeth grinding pleasure that he was experiencing only increased when V created friction between them with those damnably slow motions of his. Butch didn't even know what he should be doing. He wanted to display some evidence of pleasure, but he was experiencing so many wonderful things right now he didn't know where to start. The kiss was only a mild distraction, and Butch dipped his back into an attractive curve, pulling, welcoming Vishous into his body. He had always heard that a man's G spot was up inside, but he'd never had reason to believe it until now. His own erection throbbed with such intensity that he felt his own pulse in its velveteen shaft. His eyelashes lowered, and he exhaled slowly, Vishous' name coming out in a breathy sigh.
Vishous's hold on his control was wearing thin as he slowly worked himself in and out of Butch. With a groan, he shifted back a bit, then he pushed forward, slamming himself into the other male. He gripped Butch's hip with one hand, rocking himself back and forth, working himself in and out, as deep as he could and almost completely out. With his other hand, Vishous wrapped long fingers around Butch's hard length, the male was so hard Vishous could feel his pulse, "Again," He commanded harshly as he began to work the other male in time with his thrusts, "Say my name again," His hand moved faster, the speed of his thrust increasing until you could hear flesh smacking against flesh.
He arched his back again, having a truly hard time containing himself. It got much worse when Vishous ordered him around like that. Butch never liked anyone telling him what to do, especially not other men, but somehow when Vishous did it, it was just so...erotic. There was yet another example of how things just weren't the same when it came to Vishous. He rolled his hips backwards slightly, taking all that he could get. Vishous' strange rhythm was really getting him going, and the minute that he found Butch's aching erection, the cop knew it was over. He was done for. He cried out this time, his head falling back and his breathing in rapid pants, desperately trying to keep a hold of himself. But if V kept doing this...he wasn't going to last much longer. Against the grain of his gasping for breath, Butch managed to oblige the Virgin son's command. "Vishous." he growled. "Oh god, Vishous...just...keep going. Harder." He was so close, it was only going to take a little while longer and he would reach the ultimate conclusion with what seemed like the ultimate sex partner.
With that softly accented voice reached his ears, his speed increased, as did his breathing. Holy fuck, he was going to lose his damned mind in seconds. With a growl, Vishous increased his speed, the motions becoming jerky as he tried to hold of the orgasm just a little longer. When he couldn't contain himself for another second, Vishous gave one final trust, and squeeze to Butch's length, "Now Bucth, you come now," The last word was muffled as he sank his fangs once more into the cops neck, just as his fangs sank home, his orgasm tore through him, causing starts to explode throughout his vision. MINE! His mind screamed as the room was flooded with the scent of fresh, heavy sex and V's bounding scent. Shit, he'd just marked the cop. He pulled his mouth from Butch's neck, very slowly, stilling above him as he tried to catch his breath, waiting a moment before slowly pulling out and laying out on the bed, eyes on the cop the entire time.
Oh, he was way ahead of him there. The moment Vishous said okay, his orgasm tore out of him and leveled his entire conscious. He let loose, and sat there on his hands and knees, shaking quite violently. He could hardly believe this even just happened. The fact that it had sent him into spirals of disbelief, and yet oddly, satisfaction. He looked up at Vishous, breathing like he'd just run a marathon, and when the older male climbed off of him and laid there on the bed, Butch's knees gave out. He collapsed onto his side and laid there for a long moment, unable to totally comprehend what he was supposed to do now. That was the most amazing thing he had ever felt, he decided. He couldn't ask for better than that. Oddly enough, the only thing he could find to say was: "This is going to hurt later,"
