The trip back was relatively uneventful. It seemed easier now, that the fog that had been surrounding their relationship had cleared up even just a little bit. Upon their arrival in Caldwell, Butch was immediately met with criticism, and from none other than a now leather clad priest. He stood with arms folded, his green eyes glaring at Butch. The cop's immediate reaction was a sheepish smile. "Are you crazy?!" Ehnvy demanded. Butch raised his shoulders a little and ducked his head, like a scolded child. "Yeah, probably." That response didn't bait Ehnvy any, and he grunted a curse at the younger male. "They had to call me, Dhestroyer, to help take care of shit while you were AWOL." Butch rolled his eyes and threaded a hand through his hair. He needed another shower. Badly. "Well, I mean, you are kind of the "on call" Brother, true? Couldn't have been that bad." The blond clergy man scowled. "On call or not, I hate doing this. Do you have any idea how behind I am now?"
"Oh, calm your tits, Ehnvy." Butch said casually. "I'm back now." There was a moment of silence, and Ehnvy took stock of the way Butch looked presently. Bruises on his neck and his forearms, there was a bite mark, even... His eyebrows knit together, and Butch froze. He knew the priest wasn't stupid, and now he was confronted with the fact that somebody knew. "I bet you're probably sore." Ehnvy said neutrally. Butch's ears warmed, and he cast his eyes to the side. "You gonna just assume that I was the one taking it?" Ehnvy slid his glasses down his nose and gave Butch a "no fucking duh" look that only served to worsen Butch's humiliation at being called out on it. "You couldn't top that male if he strapped a saddle to his back." Part of Butch wanted to laugh. The other part wanted to die of embarrassment.
Vishous eased himself out of the Escalade, having stayed while Butch got out. He needed a moment to collect his thoughts, regain his composure, fuck, he needed more than a moment to get his shit straight but that wasn't gonna happen. With a groan, V made a bee line for the pit. He knew that the minute the brothers heard of their arrival, they would swarm. Questions would be asked, Wrath would probably yell and haul their asses into his office and then after Wrath ripped them a knew one, Rhage would probably start making jokes. The evidance of what they had done was obvious, written all over their bodies in the form of bruises and bite marks.
Kicking open the door, Vishous stepped into the living room and tossed his jacket onto the leather couch parked in front of a huge TV. Before he was forced to deal with the household, he needed a shower. Though, part of him didn't want to wash the scent of Butch from his skin. Fuck. The second Butch popped into his mind, his body stirred, growing hard once more. Shaking it off, Vishous made his way into the bathroom. After starting the shower, he stripped, spotting his phone on the counter, he shot Butch a quick text, In The Pit. Shower. Bypassing the brothers. Didn't feed you to the sharks. Hitting send, he couldnt' help the smile that appeared. He then stepped into the shower, body humming as the hot spray washed over him, wincing when it hit his still healing mark. It had been deep, and wonderful, but it would take some time to heal.
Butch's phone vibrated, and he pulled it out, glancing at the text message. He laughed at the words on his screen, and Ehnvy tilted his head slightly, giving him a slightly inquisitive look. "What the-"
"Don't even ask me, bro. It's all good." The two men exchanged a glance and they both smirked. "Well, have fun! I'm due back at the Church!" With that, Ehnvy dusted himself off and headed off towards the street. This wasn't really his game. He had come to fill in when he was truly needed, but now that the two missing Brothers had returned, he didn't have to stay. Butch stood there for a long time after that, peering out across the compound's yard. He wanted to take a minute to recover, but that was caught short when Rhage literally kicked him in the ass. Butch whirled around and gaped at the blond, who to his surprise, wasn't mad, but smug. "Did it hurt? I bet it did."
"Rhage, I swear to God--"
"Defiled like a flowering virgin. What a shame."
Butch's face turned scarlet. "KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF, RHAGE."
Vishous stepped out of the shower and dried off, wrapping the soft black terry cloth around his waist before stepping into the cool breeze of the pit. He went straight for the kitchen, to the cabinet, to the Goose. After pouring the clear liquid into a squat glass, he looked around, Butch hadn't come home and he hadn't replied to his text. Wait, why the FUCK was he worried? Ah, damn it. Stomping back into the bathroom, he grabbed his phone, Get bombarded? It was short, simple. He had thought that Butch would come when he had sent the first text, he just needed a little bit more time with his male alone before they had to dive into the shit. Vishous, stalling...nah...
Butch looked down at the phone as it beeped again and his eyebrow shot to his hairline. Rhage tried to peek at the phone, only to get shoved away by Butch. "No way, man. Shit's private." Rhage flashed that brilliant smile, which to Butch had always made the blond male seem kind of like a shitty actor in a B list movie. That made the nickname of "Hollywood" all that much more appropriate. "Gotta go." Rhage understood, and for once, did not even bother to crack a joke or be sarcastic, instead, turning to go and leave Butch standing in the corridor alone. His foot steps faded, and Butch turned to head towards the Pit. He shut the door behind him and dropped on the couch, arms spread out as he grabbed the remote and clicked on the TV. "Hey, you miss me?" he called down the hall, grinning in spite of himself. He had a feeling that Vishous was still quite upset, but he figured he would hear all about that momentarily. For now, he was in too good a mood to worry so much.
Vishous stopped himself from letting out a huge sigh of relief as he heard Butch enter the pit and...flop himself onto the couch. With a scowl, Vishous popped his head around the corner and forced himself not to chunk the glass at his male, "What took you so long?" His tone was a bit harsh but the teasing undertone was clear. He walked into the living room and stood in front of the TV, blocking Butch's peepers from the pretty pictures dancing across the screen, replacing them with him in a towel, arms folded over his broad, muscled chest, "A little preoccupied?" As his eyes roamed over Butch's form, lust crept up from behind and tackled his ass like an 18 wheeler. He was instantly hard, aching. Fuck me running.
When Vishous blocked his view of the Sox game, Butch's hazel eyes snapped up and he bit out a curse, looking up at the big male with disdain. "Motherfucker, V..." he groaned. "I was just talking to Rhage." He wasn't one hundred percent serious, grinning in spite of his attempt to sound like an asshole. His grin widened and he rolled onto his back, folding his arms behind his head. "And it's not preoccupied. I TiVo'd the Sox game. That, my man, is not a preoccupation, but an OCCUPATION." But he and Vishous shared that sentiment. He flicked his eyes up and down Vishous' form and his eyebrows shot up. "You have GOT to learn to be less obvious, bud." he said smartly, grinning like a fiend. He rolled onto his side and smirked, looking over his shoulder at Vishous. "But that's cool. I'm irresistible." He paused to chuckle at his own words. Maybe he'd been spending too much time with Rhage.
"Ass," Was all Vishous muttered as he stood there, arms crossed, erection straining, eyes locked on Butch. Damn, he really needed to get his little...problem under control. With a curt shake of his head, Vishous closed his eyes, his stance relaxing as he found himself speaking things he had never thought he'd say, "I want you Cop, this is what you do to me and I no longer have to hide it," His tone was an emotional mix. Lust, love, desperation, adoration. His eyes popped open, diamond orbs glowing as he caught Butch's hazel ones, "Irresistible my ass, look how long I managed to resist," A smirk lifted the corner of his lips, the joke having rolled off his tongue was ease. Well fuck.
Butch peered at him from underneath dark eyelashes, hazel eyes temporarily unreadable. He clucked his tongue at Vishous and simply shrugged his shoulders, rolling back over to face V, though he could hardly think of what he was going to do when he did so. He had officially run out of things to say, and looked up at his friend and lover with a sort of hopeless confusion that was typical of someone deeply wrestling with emotions he couldn't even begin to sort through. What was he supposed to say after all of this? After having run away, after having V come chase him, and then the male taking his male virginity in a hotel room in Boston, and then again in the Escalade somewhere in the wilderness of New York. What now? Was he supposed to tell him that he loved him? He did... But was he supposed to say that out loud? Was that something that they communicated?
Slowly, Vishous closed the distance between himself and the couch, dropping onto his knees as he reached out and took Butch's face into his hands. After he pressed a soft kiss to the other males lips, he gave him a soft smile, followed by short laugh, "Cop, you're broadcasting again," He was desperately trying to stay out of Butch's head, but when the other male had that hard, thoughtful and slightly confused look on his face, it was extremely hard to do. Carefully pulling himself up off of the floor, Vishous met Butch's eyes once more, words failing him as he started towards his bedroom. He was positive that everyone knew they were home, hard not to know something with Hollywood around, and it was getting close to dawn, which meant that no one would bother them until the following evening. After slipping into a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, Vishous shuffled out of his bedroom and walked back into the kitchen, once he'd poured himself a glass of Goose, he made sure to grab a glass of Lag for Butch, walking back into the living room moments later. Downing a little more than half the contents of his glass, he set it beside the couch and eased down beside his lover. Smiling a little to himself, he laid out alongside Butch, burying his face in the other males chest, inhaling deeply, his body visibly relaxing, "It's good to be home Cop," He whispered softly, wrapping one arm around Butch's waist.
Butch watched him with hooded eyes as he moved about the house, getting changed, and then of course, gathering up the liquor. The younger vampire moved slightly when Vishous crouched down beside him on the couch. Words died in his throat as Vishous kissed him, and once he had been released, though Butch had wished for otherwise, he accepted his trademark drink with a muffled 'thanks'. The ex-cop watched with a bemused little grin on his face as Vishous got comfortable, and what got him was that for once, he wasn't the one acting submissive. In the bed-room that of course flipped, because Butch knew, and understood, that his ability to dominate Vishous was next to nothing, and he knew better than to act like he had it in him. Vishous was bigger, stronger, and well fuck, let's face it, just downright meaner. He got his way most of the time, unless he was throwing one of his fits. When that happened it seemed like everyone backed off and let him have his space, and or his demands. Everybody, of course except the one person that knew how to deal with him. Shit, that worked great for the Brotherhood, everyone tended to agree. It meant they didn't have to deal with him when he got into his moods. Butch acted as both the moderator and the sedative, and they were, for the most part, completely cool with that. At the sound of Vishous' voice, Butch looked down, his hazel eyes brightening as he pushed a hand through V's hair. "You're fuckin' right it is."
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