Life's Greatest Questions: Chapter Eight

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?

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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.