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Vishous and Butch	By : vishouslover Category: A through F > Black Dagger Brotherhood Views: 10887 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make any profit from these characters or writing about them. They belong to the all mighty J.R. Ward, along with the series Black Dagger Brotherhood from which the characters are from. I just like to play with them on occa

Chapter List
- 1-Vishous and Butch
- 2-New Possibilities and a Shower
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A/N: This is obviously not canon. In my version Butch and Marissa don't kinda hook up at Haver's when he's recovering. Instead, it was awkward and she doesn't stay long. This will clarify some of the story below. :)

Also this is a second chapter, extending a Oneshot I wrote a long time ago. You should read it before you read this one.

To all those who read that one, I really enjoyed writing these characters and decided to revisit them.

Enjoy :)

Butch ached all over. He felt like he was coming down from one hell of a bender. The thing was, he couldn't remember touching a single drop of Laguvulin last night. Besides, his brain was in a whole other place than his body. While his body was stiff and creaked, his head was floating. He felt rested, so definitely not a hangover. It was more like he'd worked out for three days straight.

He rolled over in his silk sheets trying to get comfortable. He had a dull pain in his neck and had to prop his head on his arm to relieve the pain.

Slowly memories filtered into his brain. The Omega, and the fun little something left behind in Butch's stomach, his recovery, Vishous bringing him back here, and -

The bed dipped as a heavy body repositioned. The smell of Turkish tobacco and dark spices wafted over. The scent tingled his nose, traipsing down his neural pathways until his cock twitched.

He figured he'd better open his eyes and confirm what his brain was trying to tell him.

One lid up, then the other. Yup, there was his best friend, naked, and sprawled out like he didn't have a care in the world. Flashes of what had happened between them ran through his head: writhing bodies, hard and straining for release. They had found it to. Butch had let V fuck him. In the moment it had felt right.

Now in the dark aftermath, he felt raw and unsure of himself. He wanted afterglow, not insecurity. There was no denying he loved the Brother, but Butch never saw himself as gay. Ever.

As if he could sense Butch's internal panic V rolled over and reached for him. He draped a big muscular arm over Butch's side. Then the nuzzling began. V burrowed into the hollow of his neck and emitted a low purring. Butch smiled. He couldn't help it. One, it made him feel wanted, even if the male was asleep, and second, Vishous would never admit that he cuddled at night. He wondered if V had ever spent the night in the same bed with any of the -

Bad idea. His blood boiled just at the thought of Vishous with anyone else, male or female.

Funny, he never liked V's sex life before, but he had written it off as a dislike for BDSM. Now, when he was really honest with himself, he just didn't like V with anyone. Other than him, obviously.

Feeling confused and restless Butch inched out from under the weight of Vishous' limb. Sitting up made his head spin, but he sucked it up and pushed to his feet. They were leaden weights as he padded his way over to the bathroom.

He closed the door behind him before cutting on the light. His eyes watered. He blinked several times before his eyes cleared.

In front of him he locked eyes with his reflection. Tilting his head to the side he checked out what was doing on his neck. Two puncture wounds were healing. The thought of those long fangs entering his skin had his lids dropping and his mouth opening. He needed more air, there wasn't enough in the small bathroom.

He had wondered what it would feel like to be bitten ever since he moved in with the Brotherhood. Hell, he thought about it before that, on the night he first met Marissa.

Marissa.

“Shit,” he muttered. He hadn't thought about her since she visited him at Haver's while he was recovering.

He felt like a jerk. He had thought she had been avoiding him for the past several weeks, not answering her door or returning his calls. She explained, in that cold quarantine room, that she was unaware of any of his attempts. He had been speechless. She left awkwardly when he just stared at her. He had wanted her for months, and now she was telling him that she wanted him too. The only thing that stood between them was miscommunication. But, when the time came he said nothing and she walked out. He hadn't seen her since.

When he closed his eyes he could still smell her ocean breeze scent. He braced his hands on either side of the sink and leaned his weight onto his arms. Marissa was everything he wanted in a woman. She was drop dead gorgeous, regal, and obtained a kindness that rivaled the saints in heaven. She was exactly the kind of woman he always wanted but never thought he was good enough to get. Still didn't.

Butch pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand and cursed. Marissa made him wish he was someone else. Someone who didn't drink so much, or have a hot temper. She made him feel like half the man or male she needed. He wasn't sure that he would ever feel strong enough or cultured enough to deserve her.

Then there was V. That male drove a huge wrench into the situation. Or was Marissa the wrench? Butch couldn't tell anymore.

Vishous and he have been tight since day one. His heart ached thinking about the male in the other room. The Brother never liked to show emotion, but it was written all over his face before. He had been worried about Butch, and when things got heated there was uncertainty plaguing his features.

Butch was torn between what he was supposed to want and what he was inherently drawn towards. The closer he got to V, the more he obsessed about Marissa.

He scoffed, who would have thought he'd be a human in the middle of a vampire love triangle.

“Cop?” the scratchy voice behind him sent tingles down his spine. He hadn't heard the door open. But that didn't surprise him. “You alright?”

He nodded, keeping his back to the male. His heart sped up as he heard soft footsteps move further into the bathroom. The shower cut on. Then Butch could feel V move up behind him. They were so close he could feel the heat radiating off of the other male.

They just stood there for a minute, close but not touching. He could feel hot breath ghosting over his neck and shoulders. Butch knew the battle they were in and he hated it. V wanted reassurance that all was good between them.

He lifted off of the sink and leaned back until he made contact. V's chest was hard beneath his back, and he could hear Vishous release a sigh of relief. Slowly arms wrapped around him. Their naked bodies were flush and slowly Butch relaxed.

“I'm tired,” he said into the silent void.

“You've been through a wringer, true.” V leaned in and kissed the healing bite mark on Butch's neck. “I shouldn't have bitten you. You need your strength.”

Butch went rigid. He wanted to protest. He tried to find away to tell V how he felt without yelling at him. He wasn't a child to be coddled. Plus, he had told V to do it, and he didn't regret it.

Vishous squeezed him slightly, “You should get some more rest,” then he stepped back. The rush of cool air between them made Butch want to scream.

He turned around. V avoided his eyes and moved for the shower.

“V?” he gritted out.

The Brother ignored him and shut the shower door behind him.

“Vishous?” he said again, praying for a response.

In a dead voice V replied, “S'all good, cop. Just go back to bed. I'll crash in my own room for the rest of the day.”

Fuck. That.

“What's your problem?” He hated the neediness in his voice. But he was damned if he was going to let V drag himself into the world of his own personal insecurities

“You've been through enough. You don't need me to complicate shit. I'll just go-”

“No.” His breathing picked up. “Don't go.”

“Butch,” he paused like he had trouble putting what he had to say into words. “Don't let anything that happened last night stop you from... getting what you want.”

Butch just stood stock still. V was stepping aside to let him be with Marissa, if he could be with her. He thought about it. Once the sun was down he could get in the Escalade and drive over to Marissa's. He'd force the butler to let him in and he'd demand to see her. Then he'd tell her what? That he loved her? He wasn't sure he did.

If he did that then the door that was opened last night between him and V would be closed, and could never be reopened. His chest felt like someone had taken an axe to it. Chopping its way deeper until it destroyed everything, including his heart.

“What if I want you?” he heard himself say.

A tense silence filled the small room. The only sound was the spray of water beating down over V's back.

He waited. When there was no response he walked over to the shower, and opened the door. What was inside made his heart stop.

Vishous' massive body was under the shower head. His head was bent down, eyes closed, and he was breathing as if he'd just run a marathon. From the shower a thick, pleasant scent was emanating. Butch breathed deep.

He stepped inside and closed them in together. The shower wasn't made for two people, especially not two males with hulking shoulders. He had to squeeze in, with mere inches to spare. The closer he got the stronger the alluring scent became.

“Vishous,” he whispered. His throat was tight and he still felt raw, but he needed to explain it as best he could. “I want you. It's just, I'm battling my own demons right now. I need to feel like a man in control of his own fucking life. I feel adrift.”

Piercing diamond eyes looked at him from under a dark brow.

Butch continued, “I don't have a purpose. You and the other Brothers have something to fight for, while I sit around here in clothes I don't pay for, and wait.”

V opened his mouth like he wanted to interject, but Butch waved his hand to stop him.

“Sometimes I feel like a pet. Like I'm some stray you picked up. Now that I've been bathed and don't shit on the rug you let me have the run of the house, but that's it.” He thought V would laugh, but instead he stared at Butch intensely. “V, sometimes all this makes me feel like I'm not a real -” He couldn't say it. He couldn't admit that being a kept man was not being a man at all.

Standing outside of the shower spray made Butch shiver. Or maybe the shivers were from spilling his guts.

“What can I do to help?” At least the cold, distant voice was gone, but replacing it was concern and understanding.

“I want to do the ancestry regression. I know you said its dangerous, but I need to know.” He braced for a fight.

V nodded solemnly, “Okay. If you're sure, then I'm on board.”

“And if the results show I have a close relative of the vampire variety I-”

“Will wait to cross that bridge, feel me?” V cut in. The last part cracking with his voice.

“Deal,” he smiled a little. “Should we shake on it?”

Vishous rolled his eyes, and tried to hide a smirk. Then he leaned in and said “I have a better idea.”

When their lips met Butch could feel his skin catch on fire. V tugged him under the spray. The water was hot and ran over his shoulders and down his back. He had nearly forgotten that they were both naked. Now, he was painfully aware of it.

He pressed his whole body against V and backed him up until he was pressed against the tile wall. Vishous hissed as his ass hit the cold surface. Butch swallowed the sound and took advantage of the opening. His tongue slid into V's mouth and explored. The taste of the other male wound him up tight. He had never imagined that it would be like this, so intoxicating, so exhilarating.

Their skin was wet and slippery. Each movement brought his nerves to life, reaching for V. Their bodies slid against each other in an erratic rhythm that made his cock throb. Vishous was similarly effected and their erections began to rub together.

With a growl Vishous broke their kiss and began to nip down Butch's neck. He sucked at the spot he had kissed earlier, making Butch's knees go slack.

“Mmm you tasted so good,” V murmured against his hot sensitive skin. He shuddered. “I want to taste all of you.”

Images flashed through Butch's head. V on his knees in front of him. The thought made his eyes roll back in his head.

“You want that, cop?” The bastard had put the images in brain. He couldn't bother being mad about the invasion into his thoughts, he was lost to sensation.

“Yes,” he replied in a voice so gravelly he barely recognized it.

He could feel a smile against his neck. Then Vishous began to make his way down his body. He nipped at one nipple with a fang and Butch's hips surged forward. He peppered nips down his stomach and inside his thighs, until V was crouched in front of him inside the tiny shower. Butch's cock was standing straight out and begging to be inside V's-

Diamond eyes locked with hazel as V's mouth parted and sucked in the head of Butch's cock. Butch's eyes slammed shut and his head fell back. Vishous's mouth was hot and wet. Butch had never felt so many sensations at once. The patter of the water hitting his shoulders and running down his body, the cool tile his head rested on, the tingle of hands roaming up his thighs and stomach and the tight sucking of V's mouth.

V sucked on his head then pulled him out to run his tongue down his shaft. As V made his way back up he dragged a fang to the head. Butch yelled out in pleasure. The sharp, near sting, sent jolts up his spine. Then V returned to sucking Butch's length into his mouth. Butch's hips wanted to push his cock in the rest of the way, but he restrained himself.

Sensing that he was holding back V pushed forward and took him the rest of the way in. When Butch hit the back of V's throat he cried out. He snaked his fingers into the black hair plastered to V's skull.

As Butch raced towards a climax he couldn't hold his hips in place and thrust forward. V growled in approval. The vibrations of the sound traveling up his cock and into his balls.

“Fuck, V. Don’t' stop.”

He fisted V's hair as he thrust forward again. He was awarded with another growl. The vibrations sending him over the edge. He thrusted over and over into V's hot mouth. Vishous never missed a beat. He moan around Butch's cock.

Only when Butch felt warm spurts of cum hit his leg did he realize V had been stroking himself. He snapped his head down and watch the last bit shoot out. V's gloved hand had done the job. The sight of V pleasuring himself while Butch was balls deep in his mouth had Butch climaxing.

“I'm gonna-” he didn't finish. His words melded into yell of pleasure as he thrust forward one last time and his seed shot down V's throat.

Boneless, Butch collapsed against the wall of the shower. He couldn't catch his breath. As he dragged lungfuls of air down his throat he could smell V's bonding scent. However, mixing with it was another fainter scent. It seemed to be coming from him.

As V stood up next to him, the vampire smiled at him. “Guess I'm not the only bonded male around here, cop?” he gloated.

Butch smiled back, then slammed V into the wall and kissed him. Butch could taste himself and he moaned. If he had fangs he'd bite Vishous here in the bathroom. He wanted to mark him. Mine. The though shot through him and there was no denying it. V was his, and he'd never let the other male forget it.
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