Friday, September 21, 2012

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.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Life's Greatest Questions: Chapter Seven

Vishous hit the floor with a thud, eyes snapping open as he blinked up at the ceiling, who the fuck was banging on the door? "Go the fuck away," He snarled as he carefully collected himself from the floor, eyes immediately landing on Butch, who was still passed out on the couch. Scrubbing his hands down his face, he laid back down on the couch beside Butch, burying his face in the other males chest, just breathing in the scent of his male. The violent pounding continued. Growling low, Vishous pulled himself off the couch and started across the room, "What the good God damn do you want?" He snapped, yanking the door open, eyes going wide for a brief moment as he saw Wrath standing on the other side of the door, "Oh," Well, that was inteligent, "Yeah, Oh," Wrath barked, green eyes glowing as he addressed Vishous, "You and Butch, my office, now," Vishous did the only thing he could, he gave a nod and shut the door as Wrath walked off, the heavy fall of his shitkickers fading as he left. Groaning, Vishous walked back over to the couch and laid back down, once more burying his face in Butch's chest, "We should have stayed an extra day," He muttered, rolling his diamond eyes up to study his lover.

Butch opened one eye when he heard the banging on the door and when Wrath stood in the doorway, commanding that they get to his office right this second, he grunted a curse, laying there another minute or two when Vishous returned to the couch.  "I knowww..." he drawled, rolling to sit up.  "But we knew this was coming.  Shit..."  He headed back to his room to throw something on, pushing a hand over his dark brown hair as he waited for Vishous.  Once the other male was game and ready to go, they trudged to the main house and into the office, where they were met with Wrath's predictable death stare.  There was a long pause between the three males in the room, and Butch finally sighed.  He wanted desperately to just tell Wrath to get the bitching over with, but he didn't dare, knowing they were in enough trouble as it stood.  Wrath narrowed his eyes behind his wraparounds in enough time to see Butch visibly grimace.  "You two fucked up big time.  You especially, cop."  Butch stood stoically despite his initial flinch, and folded his arms over his t-shirt clad chest.  "You got nothing to say?"

"Nope." Butch replied a bit stiffly.  He knew what he'd done, even if he hadn't thought it through at the time.  "We had to call Ehnvy for the love of God." the King snapped.  "And do you have an idea how much of a pain in the ass it's going to be to hear that fucking priest bitch about it for the next few years?"  Butch actually smirked, which only pissed Wrath off that much more.  "You created a goddamn mess!"

"I know."  the cop said quietly.  "But part of fucking up is learning not to do it again." 
Part of him wanted to tell the King to quit the shit, but he knew better, he and Wrath didn't always see eye to eye, but he respected the hell out of his brother. Vishous took a deep breath as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a hand rolled, lighting up as he struggled to keep his composure. Fighting the sudden need to take a step toward Butch and back him up, Vishous met the King's glowing, nearly blind gaze with his own almost white orbs, though no words were spoken, he knew the King understood what he was getting at.

"Starting tonight, you two will be pulling extra patrol," He paused a moment and then added with a grimace, "Separate patrol,"

Vishous's jaw nearly hit the floor, but he managed to keep his mouth from falling too much at Wrath's statement. Fuck, the King wanted them separated, more than likely to avoid another incident, or distraction. Wrath was many things, but stupid and careless were not among the aforementioned. Giving a sharp nod, he pulled hard on his hand rolled and exhaled with a sigh, his entire body tense, fingers nearly crushing the cigarette.

"I don't want distraction in the field, and I do not want to hear that the two of you went behind my back," Pushing his glasses up, Wrath pinched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath and slid the glasses back in place, "Vishous, you are off rotation for the night," He turned his attention to Butch, "And you, you will be going out with Rhage and Phury tonight,"

Vishous had to bite back a curse as he realized that tomorrow night it would be him and Zsadist. They all knew that the brother had issues, fuckin' hell, they all had issues, but they all knew better than to get in Z's way, the male had a temper that rivaled his own.

"Are we clear?" He snapped, standing to his full height, fists settling on the desk with a thud.
Stamping out his hand rolled in the small glass ashtray the King kept in the study, Vishous gave another nod, "Crystal. Fucking. Clear."

"Good, now get the fuck outta my office,"

Butch's jaw went tight, but unlike Vishous, he had long ago learned a little more control over his reactions.  As a homicide detective, one had to learn to keep their mouth shut, their face stony, and their composure solid and impervious.  His broke, of course, but in a situation like this, his police training took the reigns and instead of flipping out, like he damn well wanted to, he swallowed hard and did as he was told.  When Wrath told them to get out, Butch made a face, and whirled around on the toe of his shoe, going out the door.  They paused for awhile outside the office, and Butch looked back at Vishous, looking mildly distressed now that they were out of Wrath's sight.  "This is kinda my fault, and I know that.  But for every fuck up there is a definite way to fix it.  Let him cool off, and this'll go away."  With that, he turned and took off at a trot for the Pit.  He threw on his leathers, stocked his weapons and headed to find his partners for the evening.  This was bullshit in more ways than he cared to count.  He and Vishous were great out there together, and had been even when they had kind of taken that next step.  Wrath's temper was to blame for this one, and Butch wanted none of it.  But what choice did he have?

Vishous didn't say anything for a moment, eyeing Butch in thought. He had a very valid point, they followed Wrath's orders and it would all blow over before they knew it, but the less rational side of him was having a hard time stomaching the thought of not being there should something happen. Taking one final deep breath, Vishous reached out and squeezed his lovers hand, "I don't care how this sounds, just be careful," He let go of the other males hand and cupped his face, pressing the softest of kisses to his lips. He followed Butch into the pit, flipping the TV to the recorded Sox's game, he had nothing better to do, why not catch up?

His eyes lids were heavy, his body stiff, but his mind racing as he laid there, trying his damned to focus on the TV screen, anything to take his mind off of his worry for Butch. Shit. He'd lost count of how many times he'd gotten up for more Goose, it had gotten to the point where the bottle was beside him on the floor. Having spent weeks without him, then a day with him, just to have him away again was killing him. As much as it pained him to say it, he was a mess without Butch. He really was the dark to his light. "Oh fuck me," He groaned, his attention snapping to a bright light.

"Vishous, son of the Bloodletter and myself," The Scribe Virgin greeted him.

"Oh, hi Mom," He muttered, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

She seemed to let the sarcasm slid, moving on to her reasons for showing, "I cannot allow this...thing, between you and him. You are a warrior, and my son. You were born to breed,"

Yep, that did it, his jaw hit the floor, as did the bottle of Goose that had been half way to his lips when she popped into the Pit, "Oh no, no you do not get to announce yourself as my mahmen and then try to tell me just how the fuck to live my life,"

The figure beneath her robes began to glow, a soft white light at first, before it bled into a retina blistering fire ball, "You will do this Warrior, I have no doubt of that. Should you choose to ignore your call, you will lose your lover for good," With that, she vanished, gone as quickly as she had come.

"Oh, motherfucker," He growled, his entire body vibrating with anger and the need to kill something. Looking down, he noticed the broken bottle and the clear liquid that had saturated the rug, forming a dark puddle on it's already dark surface. Deciding that the spill wasn't of any importance, he beat feet into the kitchen, grabbed a brand new bottle and popped the bitch open, swallowing more than be probably should have been able to. This shit was just fucked, what the hell was she evening thinking? Who the FUCK did she think she was? Oh, yeah, that's right, the Creator of the race and well...him, "Just fuck," He groaned, tapping into his own (much smaller) stash of the same red smoke Phury smoked daily. Shit. After rolling a few fatties, he checked his stash of hand rolled and headed the couch once more. This time, the TV stayed blank, the screen black as his mood, the sound of silence all that kept him company as he smoked, and drank, hoping he would just pass the fuck out, wake up in the morning and realize this was all just a fucked up dream. Not likely, but one could hope.

Butch stumbled into the Pit just before daylight, and the minute he entered the house his whole body was on the alert that something was terribly wrong.  There was a chill in the air, a sudden, desolate emptiness.  He couldn't prove it, but something terrible had just transcribed.  He saw the broken bottle first, then Vishous on the couch, and his whole body went rigid.  "What happened." he more or less demanded, far too on edge to ask questions and be nice.  Good cop bad cop routine was out the fucking door, and he wanted to know what the deal was.  Once Butch worked the story out of his lover, he stood on somewhat weak knees at the news.  "So.  You're telling me that the Virgin came in here, and despite the fact that nothing has been harmed by what we are doing, that we are just...not allowed to do this anymore." he stated more than asked.  "Because she said so.  That's the reason, hm?  As fucking usual."  Butch stormed into the kitchen at that point and took a generous shot of his lag, setting the bottle on the counter with a sharp 'click'.  "And what is this bullshit about you being meant to procreate?  So is every last goddamn one of us, and so far the only one that has been even mildly successful at doing so is Tohrment, and we all see where that went!"  He hadn't meant to be crude over the issue, but dammit, what was the justification here?  Just because they physically COULDN'T make a baby, that was the issue.  With the others, even though they had failed to do so, there was at least biological possibility.  He returned, fuming hot now, unable to contain his temper anymore.  "So then what the fuck are we going to do?"

Vishous tilted his head against the back of the couch, looking at the ceiling with blood shot eyes. His body was numb, his mind calm, though as the scent of his male, all fired up flooded his senses, his body lit up like the fourth of July. Though, that was quickly squashed as he realized just he was going to do. His mother was giving him no choice, his lover and best friend was going to hate him, but worse than the hatred, Butch would be hurt. The thought of hurting Butch caused his stomach to cramp, his lungs to burn, his vision to weave. Lifting his bare hand, he reached out to the other male, "I don't know Butch, for once, I don't fucking know," It killed him to lie, but perhaps the lie would save them in the long run. He was physically and mentally exhausted, not to mention completely stoned and blissfully wasted. Pulling himself up from the couch, movements jerky, clumsy, he turned to face Butch, giving him the full force of his diamond eyes, though blood shot as they were he wasn't sure how affective that would be. He reached out and stumbled, arms gripping Butch's shoulders as he caught himself. Once Vishous had righted himself, he spun Butch around and back him into the couch back. Leaning in, he brought his lips to the other males ear, eyes closing as he breathed in the wonder scent of Butch, "I...I can't say it Butch," His breath came out a warm whisper as a fine tremor started in his feet and worked its way up his body, "Say it cop, I need to hear you say it," He prayed that his cop understood what he meant as he stood there, front pressed to the other male's front, body shaking as he fought the hurricane of emotions that roared to life inside his body.

Butch stood and watched Vishous move around, his motions jerky and irregular.  He was messed up bad, wasn't he?  He'd smoked, Butch could tell that from the pungent scent in the air, and while that didn't bother him, what did bug the piss out of him was the fact that his mother had driven him to this, and all over something that Butch, hedonistic Catholic school boy that he was, felt she should have had no place involving herself in in the first place.  That really, really jerked his chain.  When Vishous came at him like that, he instinctively went on guard, and when he felt his back meet the cool dry wall, he sucked in a quick breath, which he held the minute V's luminescent eyes bore into him that way.  That wasn't fair.  When Vishous looked at him like that, Butch knew he stood not a snowball's chance in Hell, and even as fucked up as V was at the moment, the older vampire knew that.  Butch could certainly say that at the end of the day, he was not a person that was so easily manipulated.  He was a cop for Chris sakes!  Or was.  And you didn't pull one over on cops in this city.  But Vishous knew what strings to pull and what levers to tweak to get whatever he wanted, and some part of Butch secretly resented him for that.  The grip he had on his shoulders got Butch's attention, and his hazel eyes snapped up, his pupils dilating.  He knew what Vishous was asking, but he couldn't face it. 

Vishous was asking, essentially, for his permission to do what the Virgin wanted.  The thought made Butch want to slug Vishous in the jaw.  He was asking Butch to say that it was okay for him to disappear and stick it in a Chosen, to fulfill his biological purpose of procreation.  Bile rose in his throat, though it was more nerves than anything else.  He was faced with a difficult decision, and as she thought about it, what choice did he have?  The Virgin had threatened his life if Vishous didn't do as she said, and Butch knew what would happen.  His death would be violent and quick, and Vishous, at that point, would be no good to anybody, the Brotherhood least of all.  It was a sacrifice that they had to make, and they were at a dead end fighting a battle they couldn't win.  The only way out was over the fence, so to speak.  The cop knew what he had to do, he knew what he had to say, but still, the words died in his throat as he opened his mouth to respond.  The feeling that he would burst into flames was not doing him any sort of favor, and finally, he choked out a response.  "It's okay, V." he said, his voice full of gravel in an attempt to satisfy Vishous' request, though he was fully aware that neither of them appreciated the idea.  "I know it fucking sucks, but you gotta do what she wants.  Being apart for awhile is better than..."  He choked back the urge to just punch a brick wall.  "Permanently."  The word tasted like corrosive acid in his mouth.  "We both know what you have to do.  So just go do it, goddammit!  Or she'll hella sure follow through with that promise she made, we both fucking know it." 

Vishous opened his mouth to tell the cop that he loved him, but the words never made it as the breath exploded from his lungs in a blinding rush. The grip he had on Butch's shoulders went slack as his arms fell to his sides, eyes on the ground. Everything inside of him was screaming to fight this, screaming that there was another way, that he couldn't hurt his male like this, "Butch," His name came out a gasp as the comfortable numbness in his body became terrifying cold. Unable to meet the males eyes, Vishous turned on his heel and went straight for his bedroom. Tomorrow night, he would go to Wrath, explain to the King what was going on and why he would be unable to patrol. The thought that he might not be back, unable to fight, see his brothers, was another set of crippling thoughts, though still, none of the pain compared to even the thought of losing Butch, how would things be tomorrow, when he left. Butch. Alone. Pushing the door shut with a thud, he didn't bother with the lock, if Butch wanted in, Butch would find a way in, locked or not, he walked over to his bed and collapsed. The rich, spicy scent of the cop lingered in his bedroom, on his skin, in his nose, etched into his very beging. As he lay there, completely fucked up, a single tear trailed down his cheek, falling onto the satin pillow case beneath his head. Until Jane had died and he thought he'd never seen her again, Vishous had never shed a tear. After Jane was returned, he swore he would never shed another, and here he was, saline now sliding down his face at an ungodly speed. He had a horrible feeling that when all was said and done, things would never be the same between them.

Butch watched him leave, and for once, just let him go.  He stood motionless against the wall, unable to breathe, unable to even form a coherent thought.  He sank down against the wall, his arms resting on his kneecaps.  He wanted to scream, he wanted to cause destruction, but strangely, he couldn't do any of that.  All he could do was sit there, staring into space, feeling like he had just completely had everything inside of him ripped asunder and left visible on the pavements.  Being implanted with the Omega's essence had been much less painful than this.  He wanted to go to him, but how could he?  After just letting him walk away like that...  Butch felt lower than dirt, and all he wanted was to go into a dark hole somewhere and vanish.  He'd have a lot of time for himself, that was for damn sure.  Despite his roaring emotions, Butch got up and went to his room, not a ripple one in his whole persona at this moment.  He'd have all the time in the world to break down when he was alone, but right now, he needed to hold it together for both of them. 

He could forget about sleep that day.  Not in a million years did he even stand a chance of getting any rest with this going on.  Butch laid on his back most of the afternoon, staring at the ceiling, mentally preparing himself for what was going to happen.  By the time evening came, Butch had been up for hours already, and had already showered, preparing himself to go do something, anything at all, as a form of distraction.  But first...he had to get through what might be the most god-awful goodbye he would ever have.  Butch had no idea when he'd see Vishous again.  Maybe never, if the Virgin truly decided to be vindictive.  But it was better this way.  Vishous could create more like him, help the race.  Butch could stay here and fight for the Brotherhood, to help preserve what Vishous would create.  The thought of it crippled him, but here again...he had no other choice in the matter.  Swallowing a long string of curses, Butch proceeded out into the living room.  Vishous, he knew, was going to tell Wrath what he was doing, and following that trail, Butch blindly wandered the property until he found himself at the door of the main house.  When he entered, he knew everyone already knew.  The air was thick and heavy in here, and Butch almost choked trying to breathe.  Even Rhage looked a bit severe, standing in the hallway, his arms folded.  Butch knew this was hard on him too.  Butch and Vishous were great friends with Rhage, and over the last couple of years they had formed quite the trio.  With Rhage as close to them as he was, he knew the blond male was taking this hard, even if the only sign of it was his steely expression and rigid posture.  Frustration burned in his teal eyes, and Butch chewed a bit hard on his lip.  He gave Rhage a smack on the back as he passed, and Rhage looked up for a minute before turning to go.  Butch finally tracked down Vishous after a small search, knowing his notice had been given to the King.  He paused in the hallway, only a foot or two from Vishous.  The silence could have been cut with a knife.  Butch finally made his move, though, and before he had given Vishous time to do anything about it, he crushed their mouths together in a smoldering kiss that lasted as long as he dared before pulling away.  "Even if you never listen to me again for the rest of our god forsaken lives, Vishous, listen good right now, you hear me?"  His hazel eyes were bright, but he didn't dare release any of the emotional tension.  Not here.  The weakness wasn't very Warrior-like.  "I love you.  I don't care what you have to go and do, because it's for the best, true?"  His dam was cracking.  "I don't hate you for it, I never could, no matter what you fucking did."  Deep breath, he reminded himself.  "I just...  I wanted you to know.  And if you can get back, just know I'm here waitin' on your ass, as always."  Yeah, he was sufficiently sure this was what dying felt like.  "So do what you have to.  I still love you."

Vishous hadn't found an ounce of sleep during the day, his mind to restless to find peace. When the sun finally set, he found himself lying in bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling as he thought of all the reasons that staying in bed would be his best option. The only reason he could think of, and though it was enough for him, it would not be enough for anyone else, would be so that he and Butch could stay together. Gathering what was left of his sanity and composure, Vishous pulled himself out of bed and dressed before making his way to Wrath's study.

 The King was not happy with what he had been told, though, that was no surprise, seeing as himself and every other member of the brotherhood was just as pissed off. They were limited on Warriors, meaning that they could not afford to lose him, but at this exact moment, he had no choice. At least, not at that moment, he would figure something out, he always did. Leaving Wrath's study, he practically stumbled into the main living room, freezing as he saw Butch approach. They had not spoken, or seen each other since last nights little incident and now, here Butch was. He was going to do one of two things, bitch him out like he should have last night or tell him that it would all be okay. Turned out, it was the second one as the cop stepped forward and crushed their mouths together. Vishous swallowed a moan at the sudden, heated contact, savoring the taste and feel of his lover. Fuck him, he would not cry again, not after his break down last night. When Butch pulled way and spoke, he could have sworn that his heart actually stopped beating, his breath catching in his throat as Butch said those three little words. Who would have thought that three tiny words would make all the difference in how he handled this. Not only had Butch just dropped the L word, but he swore that he would never hate him, "Butch," His name came out a harsh whisper as emotion choked him, he hadn't wanted things to end this way. His mother had just fucked them both in a way that he never could have thought possible. How did she expect him to go and do as she demanded when his heart clearly belong to someone else. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and exhaled, whispering, "I love you too," He hadn't meant to say the words, knowing that his conformation that he did, in fact, love the cop would only make this all that more excruciating. Opening his eyes, he pegged the cop with his diamond gaze, taking in the look and scent of his lover one last time before he vanished, reappearing in the Sanctuary.

"I knew you would see things my way," A soft voice mused, the Scribe Virgin showing herself seconds later, "This is for the best, son mine. The pain of a broken heart eventually fades,"

Fighting back a growl, Vishous pegged her with his, now glowing, eyes, "Do not speak to me about a broken heart, my shellan was taken from me, shot down like a fucking deer, and then you give her back because you feel guilty, then she fucking leaves! Now, now you want me to stay here and procreate for you! Forcing me to walk away from that final shot of true happiness because he is male," At that point, he was seeing red. A lot of fucking red, "We played this game once and you lost, I promise, you will lose again," Before she had the chance to defend herself, Vishous was walking past her and into the Chosen's chambers, listening for any sign of preparation. If another Chosen was offered as a sacrifice, he was going to lose his shit more so than he already was.
He didn't make it far before a small female approached him, "Warrior," She greeted, eyes a soft, bright shade of green as she peered up at him, "How fair thee?" Her voice was like liquid, flowing with an almost sing-song under tone. Choosing not to take his anger out on the female before him, he greeted her in return, "Chosen," He inclined his head. At that moment, he decided what he was going to do. No way in hell was he going to stay in the Sanctuary, no fucking way.

"She has talked of you, talked of how you would be the one,"

Ignoring the comment, Vishous asked her for her name.

"I am the Chosen Skye,"

"Well, Skye, as I am sure you've heard, I am the Warrior Vishous,"

"I've heard a great deal about you Warrior, I know more than I probably should. Please forgive my inquiring mind,"

"Nothing to forgive, my life story isn't exactly a secret,"

She smiled then, a soft, welcoming smile, "It is a pleasure to meet you,"

Vishous gave another nod and then proposed his plan. He could have sworn her entire face lit up at the thought of leaving, that intrigued him to a degree. This female seemed almost fearless in his presence, something he hadn't seen in another beging in well, never. Except for Jane and Butch, the thought causing a pang in his chest. Carefully reaching out, he took her hand into his and within seconds, they were standing in his room at the penthouse. He couldn't take her to the mansion, not with Butch and the brothers there, not for what was going to happen. Being here would soon put her in her needing, and the sooner that happened, the sooner he could get this done and over with. Just to do it again. Fuck.

"Warrior?" Her voice sounded almost concerned, "You don't want this, do you?"

Dropping himself onto the foot of his bed, he looked around the room, wondering if his discomfort and anger were that noticeable, deciding it was best to be honest, he nodded, "Not in the slightest,"
 She stepped forward and laid a hand on his forearm, "There is a way around this," A small, almost devious smile graced her soft features, "I do not agree with the way things are, and I have spent many years trying to find a way out, though I failed to do so until now, I did find that there is always a loophole in the Virgin's demands and stipulations,"

Vishous met her eyes, his stare intense, her determined, "Go on,"

"She wants you to procreate, to bring more warrior's into the world, warrior's such as yourself," She paused, "If you produce an offspring, you have done as she asked. You will bring either a warrior, or a Chosen into this world, there for, you have upheld your end of the bargain," That devious smile returned, though it quickly faded into something softer, "I have long wondered what it would be like to bring a child into this world, to be a mahmen," She gave his forearm a soft squeeze, "So, what say you Warrior Vishous,"

Vishous was taken back by her words, her careful planning and intense calculations. There was enough intelligence and cunning in her to rival his own. With another nod, he placed his hand over hers, "Alright," He told her, his gaze down cast as he sat there, Skye standing before him.
"Now, warrior, it is time for you to take my vein, your beautiful complexion is paling,"

His eyes went wide at her words, fear suddenly bubbling to the surface, "Skye..." He started, pausing as he struggled for a way to explain his feeding habits to her. Such a kind soul did not deserve what he would give her.

She shook her head, chocolate waves dancing around her face, "I am yours from this moment on, it doesn't haven't to be anymore than this between you and I. I am willing to do whatever you need to make this situation tolerable, so, whatever you need, you may have,"

 In that moment, his mind was made up, with this female, he would do his best to be gentle. There would be no rough sex, no manhandling, though she was strong, he did not want to break her, not in any way, "Thank you," He whispered before he pulled her up against him, settling her between his legs as he reached up to brush his gloved fingers across her cheek, "Thank you, for everything," Tilting her head to the side with a soft tug of her brown waves, he exposed the pale grace of her neck before biting down.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Life's Greatest Questions: Chapter Six

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."