His eyes opened slowly, his breath catching in his throat as he realized he was wrapped around Butch, one leg thrown over the cop, his arms around his middle, head resting on his chest. As the events of that morning played out in his mind, he found himself moving away from the warmth beside him, trying his damnedest to hide the hard on he was sporting again. Smiling to himself, Vishous carefully climbed out of the bed and shuffled towards the bathroom, having decided he would take a quick shower, give the cop some extra time to rest, shit, after this morning, they both could have used the extra rest.
After he showered, Vishous slipped on a fresh pair of leathers and laid out on the bed beside Butch. Part of him was afraid that the cop was going to freak, the other part of him had no worries. Butch had seemed to really want it, hell, Butch had been the one that said just do it, that he couldn't keep playing games and well, Vishous had delivered. With a soft, contented sigh, Vishous reached out and pulled the cop to him, not wanting to disturb his sleep. Vishous was in no hurry to get back to the mansion, though with both he and Butch gone, they were short on brothers. The whole compound had been worried when V had told them Butch had bounced, they had expected Vishous to find him, but V hadn't really announced his departure, Wrath was going to kill them both when they returned.
Shifting around on the bed, Vishous disentangled himself from Butch once more, lifting an arm and resting it under his head, the other resting on his chest, "Crazy, you drive me fucking crazy Cop," He whispered as he laid in wait.
Consciousness had come back to him slowly. At first he woke when Vishous sat up and moved away from him, but he drifted back off to sleep the moment he heard the shower running. He was pleased to know that the other male wasn't gonna pick up and leave him after all that, making him a literal "hit it and quit it" situation. He woke again when Vishous' bare torso came against his back after his shower, warm and slightly damp still from the hot shower he had just taken. The male could have just purred with satisfaction that he was still there, and laying there with him, nonetheless. He didn't doze off again this time, laying there for a few more moments feigning sleep until he heard Vishous' words. At that, he lifted his head and looked over his shoulder at his lover from that morning, grinning like a fiend. "Oh, is that so, V?" the Bostonian said with a mocking smile. "Then I must've not done too bad of a job at this whole...gay sex thing." he said, not sure what else to refer to it as at this stage. He opened his hazel eyes slowly, blinking twice to clear the sleep from his eyes. His vision focused, and he rolled over, propping up his head with one arm, looking at Vishous with a smirk on his slightly stubbly face. He then made the mistake of rolling to sit up, and immediately realized why he should not have done that. Pain tore through his hips and...other places, and he groaned, rolling onto his side. "God daaaaammit..." Well, he said it was going to hurt later. And boy did it. He looked at Vishous and managed a grin. "You happy? I can't sit." he said, only partially teasing.
Vishous let out a laugh as a smile graced his features, "You asked for it Cop," He cracked his eyes open and stole a peek at Bucth, "And yes, if you must know, you drive me ape shit," Taking a deep breath, Vishous pulled himself up and captured the cops' face in his hands, "I don't know where this leaves us, I don't know what we are," He laid a kiss to the other male's lips, suddenly feeling like he had gone completely soft, "All I know is that I want you, I want this," He pulled away, moved his hand and carefully climbed out of the bed, instantly pacing across the cramped, cheap hotel room, "You do realize that we now have to go back and face the entire Brotherhood," He stopped, back to the cop as his mind started to go a million miles a minute. They were so fucked.
The kiss melted him. Every inch of reserve, every ounce of his predetermined notions was blown away the minute their lips met. He warmed from the inside out when Vishous told him that even after all that, that he wanted him, wanted to be with him. His stomach clenched a little bit at the thought of going back to the Brotherhood, but he shrugged. "What is the worst they can do, V?" he said, leaning back on his elbows, the motion causing the muscle in his chest to ripple. "Wrath will yell and throw a fit, Beth and Phury will give us a lecture, Rhage will bitch for a week or two, and things will return to normal. They won't kill us, they need us there. Probation, maybe, a few extra nights of duty at the worst. His worry was actually Ehnvy. With the two of them gone, they'd have to call the Priest for backup, and there was nothing that Ehnvy hated more than being caught up in all of that shit. He was going to hear it from him, that was for sure. And Ehnvy had the most effective way of making him feel guilty. "It'll blow over." He knew that for a fact. It wouldn't be fun for awhile, there would be questions asked, curses thrown, a lot of bitching and threats of physical harm, but there would be no permanent damage. The question was, were they going to tell anyone what was going on between them? Would they accept it. Butch, personally, was going to wait to say something to anyone but Ehnvy until he knew for sure where this was going.
His head snapped around as he caught Butch's thoughts clear as a fucking broadcast, "Fuckin' A Cop. Shit," He ran a hand through his hair, brushing the black locks back from his face, exposing the tattoos that graced his temple. His head was spinning, reeling in the chaos that clouded his mind, "They'll accept it," He mused softly, expression almost icy, "I know that they'll accept it, but there's more than just that. Wrath is going to rip us new ones for running off, you for disappearing without a word, me for being a dick and then pulling the vanishing act," Another thought crossed his mind and he wanted to throw something, "Knowing Wrath, he'd probably go so far as to make us mentor Blay and Qhuinn. Every body in the Manson knows what is going on between them, it's not a secret though they won't admit too it. Fuck, Cop," He groaned before the pacing started again. They needed to get home and he desperately needed a drink.
The cop scowled at him briefly. "I wish you wouldn't read my mind. That is an invasion of privacy even I am not comfortable with, true?" Now, he and V had not had boundaries before now, and since Vishous had been inside of him in all the most literal ways possible, what boundaries might have been there were totally dissolved. But Butch was funny about mind reading. He didn't like it. It felt like a breach of trust in that respect, like he couldn't have his own mental sanctuary. It annoyed him, but it was nothing worth fighting over. Hell, he may or may not have even meant to do it, honestly. Butch sat up fully, though his whole body roared with pain in protest. "Look, I wasn't thinking that because I'm ashamed of what we did, V. I'm only saying that because...we honestly have no idea where we stand at this point. I was just gonna kinda keep it on the DL until we figured it out. I respect them enough not to try to strain their lives trying to keep up with it, and I respect our relationship, whatever it is, enough to keep it between us, you get me? What we did was private and personal and it needs to stay that way until we get our shit straight." That was the only reasonable way he could think of to explain it. He stood up, and proceeded to where Vishous was pacing, stopping him with a firm grip to the wrist. "It's no one's damn business but ours, eh? At least for now." He turned away and headed to the bathroom to scrub the sweat, blood and...ugh, semen, off of him. He really needed to re-charge. When he was done, he emerged, clean and dressed, and raised his shoulders slightly. "Well...fuck it, let's go. Get this over with."
Vishous held his hands up in surrender, "Well, if you wouldn't broadcast your thoughts all over the room, I wouldn't hear them," There was a rough edge to his voice, causing the words to come out a lot harsher than he had intended, "And I am not saying that they need to know what's doing right now, shit, we don't even know what's doing. There is no need for anyone else to get dragged into this, no information needs to be shared until we have figured this," His hands motioned between them, "out," He stopped as the cop approached him, a pang of worry lancing his heart as he saw the grimace of pain, maybe he'd been to rough with him. Fuck. Vishous gave a slight nod as they cop walked off to shower. When he emerged, Vishous's eyes widen, his mouth watering at the site of the male before him. A smile started to grace his features, but fell as he realized this moment would soon come to an end, with Wrath ripping them a new one and slappin' on a leash. "Guess we're off then..." With that sad, he grabbed his over night bag and headed for the Escalade.
He pulled the SUV into a small corner store parking lot, they needed gas and he needed something to drink. Alright, truth be told, they had been on the road for hours, they could have dematerialized, but part of Vishous had known that anything could happen, making that impossible. The other part of him would have taken any excuse to be alone with Butch. Putting the vehicle in park and shutting it off, V shot a glance at Butch then pulled open the door. He returned a few minutes later with two bottled waters. After getting gas, he seated himself once more behind the wheel and pulled out, "Talk to me cop," He mused softly, anything to break the silence. The place he was falling into was not a good one and he was in no mood for music. What he really wanted was to hear the sound of Butch's voice, "What's on your mind?" His eyes were fixed straight ahead on the road, his grip on the wheel white knuckled. He could feel need coiling through his body as he tried to blocked out the smell of Butch seated next to him. Maybe the road trip had not been the best idea. If this went on much longer, he was going to have to pull over and get some fresh air, because the only thing he could think of as Butch's scent sank into him, was the events that had taken place only hours ago.
They had traveled in silence up to this point, and Butch spent the majority of the time focused on his thoughts, staring absently out the window. He didn't figure it was bothering anyone since Vishous had made no attempts to talk to him up to now. When he made mention of the fact that they needed to make a pit-stop, Butch got out alongside of Vishous, but spent the time pacing circles around the Escalade. It wasn't because he was anxious or upset (unlike his counterpart inside the gas station), it was because his whole body was stiff. That much rigorous pounding the night before had taken its toll on him. God, it had felt good at the time, sure, but the aftermath of his first guy on guy experience was a throbbing pain in his hips and in his ass, much to his embarrassment. Other people were watching him as he did this, but he paid them no heed. He halted when V returned with the water and the gas, gratefully accepting the beverage with a grin and an enthusiastic "Thanks, V." Butch had been hard wired to notice things about Vishous, especially when the male was in turmoil. No one knew better than Butch when things bothered Vishous, and that was probably because aside from Jane, V wasn't one to discuss things like that. Up to now that had been okay. But Vishous was an obvious ball of nerves, and Butch had to admit that he didn't understand why. He personally was dealing with this with nonchalance and serenity.
Once asked about what was on his mind, V was met with a big grin from the spunky cop to his right. "What are ya, my girlfriend?" he joked, leaning back in his seat and folding his arms loosely over his broad chest. "But nah. Nothing real important." What was up with him today? He flicked a pair of inquisitive hazel eyes in Vishous' direction, and just kept on grinning in his easy going way. "Thinking about how sore I am and shit like that. Sitting in a car is a real fucking treat after what I went through." he said, not sounding the least bit bitter about it. In fact, he almost sounded proud, as if managing to handle that at all were a huge feat. Anyone that knew anything about Vishous knew that to be true, especially in a carnal sense. He looked back out the window. "I don't know what the
hell you're so worried about. I told ya what the worst thing that could happen was."
Vishous's gaze shifted toward the cop as he heard him shift in his seat, stretching. When he cracked a joke about sitting, his heart ached a bit and that caught him off guard. He hadn't wanted to hurt Butch, he should have been gentle, being the first. Attention snapping back to the road, Vishous took a deep breath, bad idea. The cops scent invaded his mind, he swerved, "Fuck," Eyes quickly scanning the road, the surrounding area before he pulled over. He rested his head on the steering wheel after his finger hit the button to roll the window down, "I'm not worried about what the brother's are gonna say, or what Wrath is gonna do. Shit..." He trailed off, fingers flexing around the steering wheel, "All I can smell is you, all I can see, think about..." He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. He had wanted this for so long and now it was finally happen, to bad his sorry ass didn't know what to do with it, or how to handle it.
Oh. That was all he could think as he sat there looking blankly at his friend, his expression unreadable, if not a little bit surprised. Butch had to admit that he was very secretly surprised that V still wanted him after all that they had been through. He knew that the two of them having sex was going to do one of two things. It was either going to ruin their friendship entirely, or it was going to force them to deal with their feelings regarding the situation. Dealing with feelings wasn't something that either of them were very good at honestly, but that was the turn that it had taken. Butch was now confronted with the fact that he wanted Vishous in that way, and part of him was really unable to admit that he wanted the male more than sexually. Deep in his gut, Butch knew that he loved Vishous. He knew that in a way, he always had. He had loved Marissa, and he wondered if he might still, but at the same time, what he felt for Vishous was not the same in any sense as what he felt for Marissa. Butch finally glanced at Vishous and took a deep breath. The males dark, potent scent filled him with a sense of deep, intense longing. His gold-flecked eyes flashed to V and he managed a fanged grin. They were kind of out of the way, weren't they? Vishous had pulled over when they were already driving on a back road headed towards Caldwell. No one around...middle of the night... His lips then curled into a smirk. "So...what the hell's the problem?" he asked lowly, clearly not ignorant to the situation.
Vishous slowly lifted his head, sucking in air sharply as he caught Butch's eyes with his own, "Ah...fuck Butch..." He whispered, something inside of him uncoiled, slowly at first then with an almost crippling urgency. His fingers flexed, relaxed and flexed again on the steering wheel as he forced himself to bite back the waves of burning need that rolled through his body. All thoughts of Jane, the brothers, and Wrath had fled his mind as he stared into his cops eyes. Shit. He felt himself growing, straining behind the zipper of his leathers. After a few heart beats of silence, he blinked and looked away, dropping his head onto the wheel once more, "Not so soon Butch..." His voice was nothing more than a whisper, but within that whisper you could hear that strain from having reigned in his control, "We have places we need to be and I don't think you can handle another round..." He paused before adding, "Not the way I want to give it to you," This time, the words were low, husky.
Butch cocked a single eyebrow and tried his best not to smirk. God, this was too easy. Now, he knew the consequences of getting Vishous riled up like that, but the obstinate Irishman in him enjoyed a challenge, and Vishous was, to say the least...challenging. At least when Butch had pushed him to a certain point. The cop leaned back in his seat and folded his hands behind his head, turning his head just slightly to look at Vishous in that condescending, almost mocking way that he practiced. He shrugged, as if to pass it off to nonchalance, even though every fiber of his body ached for another round. He wanted that energy, that deep fulfillment. The primal pulse beat within him, and he swallowed hard, careful not to let the other male see his state of disarray. "Well, ya know what they say." He paused for effect. "The only way to ease the pain of a strained or tired muscle is to work it out some more." He saw that a fitting reply, and said nothing more.
His head shot up as he let out a low growl, when his eyes locked onto Butch's, he was all instinct, no thought. Quickly, Vishous reclined his seat and reached over, pulling the cop into his lap before forcing him down to meet his mouth. When lips collided, he was done for, gone completely. There would be no holding back, the cop was his and the world would fucking know it. He was raw, unleashed male need and he how to ease the ache that followed. Forcefully, he pushed his way into Butch's mouth, groaning when their tongues brushed. His fingers tangled in the cops hair, hips wedge tight to the other males, Butch knew exactly what was doing under his pants. As their mouths worked, Vishous was lost. Something about the weight of the cop above him, not pinning him, but a warm, solid weight pressed into him. Comfortable. His eyes rolled behind their closed lids as he fought not to rub himself against Butch. He would simply enjoy the heat of their kiss...until the cop took over. And Vishous wanted that, at that exact moment in time, he wanted to give Butch something, something special, something so that he knew he would always belong to Vishous. That Vishous was in this for the long run, through tick or thin. And that something was control. He would give the cop control from here on out, let him lead. Sadly, Vishous was sure if something wasn't done soon, he was going to snap.
The pleasure he took from his victory made his whole body tremble when Vishous tugged him across the center console that way. Their mouths crushed together and with a grunt of remission, Butch allowed their tongues to graze. Sparks filled his mouth. Kissing Vishous was like taking an adrenaline shot right to the jugular. His pulse sped up, sending flashes of heat through his consciousness. When he finally got his wits about him and looked down, his breath caught. Vishous wasn't doing anything. He was only lying there on the seat, looking at him expectantly, like he wanted him to... Butch's stomach slammed into a butterfly knot, and for a moment he felt dizzy. He was gonna let him do this? Vishous, the king of all-controlling behavior, was going to let him direct this little amateur porn show they were putting on? That was stupid of him, Butch thought. The cop had no idea what he was doing. The sentiment of it caught up with him, though, and Butch grinned down at his buddy, pushing his hand down to hit the lever that slid the seat back, giving them as much room as they could have. Fuck the niceties, he thought. He wanted release. Hot, window fogging release. The cop looked down at Vishous for a long time and grunted his approval of the situation. With a flick of his wrist, he made short work of the t-shirt he was wearing. The moonlight streamed down through the window, illuminating the hardened muscles of his back and shoulders, the shadows thrown against Vishous' own body. He braced himself on his left arm, on the door jam, and undid his own pants with the other. He managed to squirm with enough finesse to get the jeans off, and then threw them into the passenger seat without much of a second glance. Down to his boxers, Butch lowered his head and bit harmlessly at Vishous' neck, wearing nothing but the cotton boxers around his waist. His powerful body moved in tandem as he moved against V's groin, hardening the length as much as he could. He was teasing, enticing. Once he got V's cock the consistency that he wanted it, he tugged the zipper of his leathers and let the erection spring free. He sat half crouched around it, looking down at it with clear, half hidden hazel eyes. No words this time. There was no need to say anything. Butch slid his boxers down his thighs just enough to provide an entrance, and without a single ounce of tact, was down on him in a second. Tendrils of pain shot up his legs and through his hips, the soreness of last night still aching. Butch ignored it. He braced his large hands against Vishous' shoulders, bunching the fabric of his shirt before pushing it off of him. He needed to feel skin to skin during this. He sat on V's erection for a second, getting a feel for the still alien object inside of him, but once he decided it wasn't going to kill him, he started moving. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the powerful balls of V's shoulders, and in a not-so-strange burst of audacity, looked him in the eye the entire time.
His mind exploded in a bright flash of pure, undiluted bliss when Butch gathered the meaning of his actions. He was giving up a part of himself, and Butch understood that, he took it to what it meant. Eyes open mere slits, Vishous watched as Butch made quick work of their clothes. His eyes widened a smidge, his breath hitching as he watched Butch spring him free, at first he thought the cop was going to go down on him. Gods, he wanted that. He wanted to feel the cops mouth wrapped around his cock, wanted to feel his tongue stroke him. His cock jerked in response to his thoughts, but then he froze.
His eyes widened, breath rocking out of him in a rush as Butch climbed onto Vishous and impaled himself. Vishous's head pressed into the back of his seat, hands locked in a bruising hold onto Butch's hips, holding him down for a moment. His entire sense of control shattered in that second. Having his male locked tightly around him was his undoing. He started to rock his hips, slowly, knowing that Butch was sore from that morning. It took everything in him not to start in with harsh, pounding thrusts. Groans and gasps of pleasure escaped, pushing out of him, burning his lungs, "Butch..." A strangled whisper. He rocked just a little bit faster, waiting for Butch to start moving in against him, meeting his gentle thrusts. This was all about Butch being in control. Another wave of pleasure rolled through him, a grunt followed. He wanted the cops fangs in him, as deep as he could get them, when they came.
He snarled at the bruising grip, though the reaction was not a negative one. The new waves of ache from his hips due to V's touch sent him spiraling, but not so much that he lost control of himself or lost sight of what he was doing. He stalled for a few moments, making petty, inching moves against his lover, as if to just egg him on a little. It was partly a tease, partly Butch getting used to all of this. He knew how Vishous wanted it, he had been around long enough to know that, and he was just about prepared to meet him half way. He wasn't gonna launch himself into full out, unrestrained BDSM or anything like that, but he could give it to him a little rough, just for experiment's sake, right?
Butch unleashed. His careful, taunting movements became full body contact as Butch leaned into Vishous and rode him hard as he could. It was sudden, it was forceful, and it knocked the wind out of Butch's lungs. He gasped, and his nails, short though they were, dug into Vishous' shoulder. The beads of blood welled up and trickled down the other males chest, and Butch, despite his efforts on lower ground, ducked his head to lap up the red streams. He felt his own hardened length welling up as he fucked his opposite harder and harder. Pain mixed with blinding pleasure, and right at the plateau of his climax, Butch drove his elongated fangs right into Vishous' throat. His orgasm ripped through him, splashing against V's ribcage. As the climax continued, Butch bit harder, hooked to his lover like a goddamn bear trap. Hot, dark blood filled his mouth and rushed down his throat, spasms pulsating his cock, his hips aching, his back sore, and every cell in his body sighing with satisfaction.
Shock, amongst other things, tore through Vishous' body as Butch began to ride him, hard. His head was spinning in directions he couldn't track. His fingers dug into Butch's hips, nails biting through flesh to leave small, blood filled crescents against his males skin, "Butch..." He was going to tell him to slow down, to not force himself, but those words died off the second he opened his mouth and uttered his name. When Butch's mouth found his neck and his sharp fangs bit through flesh, muscle, he came unglued. His orgasm tore from him in a blinding speed, spilling into the cop. His eyes rolled, lids blinking. His body shattered apart in white, hot blinding shards of pleasure. Nothing had ever been more intense, more freeing, more powerful. He groaned, his grip on the cops hips loosening, just holding him on top, "Fuck..." Was all he could manage as he laid there in the front seat of the Escalade, completely and utterly blissed the fuck out.
Hearing his name, like a loyal dog, Butch lifted his head. The blood ran down his chin and dripped onto his own bare chest. There was silence in the Escalade as they calmed down, only their breathing filling the space. Butch opened his mouth and his tongue slid forth, cleaning the blood from his lips. He grabbed a towel from the back seat and mopped up the blood from his own mouth, from Vishous' bitten throat, from his bloodied hips, and then finally wiped the wet, sticky remnants of his orgasm from Vishous' stomach. He sat there on the other males lap for a long moment, bathed in silence and moonlight, their eyes locked for an extended second before Butch looked away, trying to mask the grin that came to his face. He ran a hand through his short, brown hair and looked down at Vishous again, pressing their foreheads together for awhile, closing his eyes. Perfection was a hell of a feeling. And he had something now, part of Vishous that he would never part with. He had been trusted with control, and that meant more than any physical gift that could have been given. He pulled away after that quiet moment and slid into his own seat, kicking into his jeans and slipping his shirt back on. He looked at Vishous and with bright eyes, only smiled. "Good luck driving after that. Try not to kill us."
His eyes probably sparkled, his feelings, adoration for the male before him, that strong. Tracking every moment, Vishous stifled a grunt of shock as he found himself hardening again. Shit, that was fast. When the cop had safely made it to his side of the vehicle, Vishous made quick work of stuffing himself back in his pants, not quite ready to see how Butch reacted to him already wanting, no, needing more. Shit, he was turning into a needy bitch. Shaking that thought off, he roughly tugged his shirt back on, fighting a wince at the healing bite on his neck. Though it hurt, he wanted it to stay there. He wanted everyone to know that he belonged to Butch, that Butch was his. MINE. His mind yelled as he hit the lever and moved the seat back up. When Butch started to crack jokes he shot him the finger and peeled out, "Just so you know, there would be no try. I would succeed," He smiled, a 100% real smile.
