Butch
-I walk through the Pit tossing the keys to the Escalade down on the bar followed shortly after by the Sox cap V and I share. Dragging off my suit coat on the way to my room. I take one step inside, look around in confusion and turn a complete about face & walk right back out-
V
Raises half way up from the couch when I hear the door to the Pit open. Grinning from ear to ear as I watch Butch do an about face.
Butch
-I mechanically walk over to the couch and flop down heavily, turning to V- Mind telling me why it looks like Betty Crooker got into a fight with a turtle princess in there?
V
Kicking my feet up on the table, my towel sliding apart some as I do and I look over at Butch “I was bored and had to entertain myself So I called up Nic and we cured mine and her boredom“Shrugs chuckling “But come on,did you look at it all,did some cool stuff”
Butch
I believe I was too dazzled by the … brilliance… -staring straight ahead at the wall-Nic you say?…
V
Shaking my head as I scoot closer to Butch “I’ll take you through a tour of it, Butch” drops my head down on your shoulder once I get close enough to Butch “Don’t wigg on Nic, I dragged her into this, and you know how I get when I have down time”
Butch
-too stunned to have any real plots of revenge just yet- I’m going to have to start bringing you to church with me I think. I’m not sure that I want to see the full extend of the damage…
V
Turning my face into the stone cold neck of Butch flicking my tongue out some till I reach your ear.”I mounted a swing up in there and I will go with you on Sundays as long as I can touch you when and how I want to Butch” Chuckles against your ear right before drawing the thing lobe into my mouth.
Butch
I musta missed the swing through the mountain of cupcakes. -jumping a little at the laugh right in my ear, a chill running down my spine- I’m not sure that a handjob in the middle of a sermin would really go over that well. -relaxing next to you when you take my ear into your mouth-
V
Nallum” Sliding the tip along the whole outer edge and then dipping in deep a few seconds”Then I’ll stay here and give myself a hand job, but you will be missing the fuck out Butch”
Butch
I can agree with you on the cupcake thing I suppose… -losing my thought and turning more toward you, my arm snaking around your waist- Now you are just teasing me. -pulling back and looking at you- You know that I wouldn’t have a problem walking in there with my male on my arm though right? Least not anymore… at one time maybe.
V
Pulls my head up and looks at Butch grinning “See now your starting to see shit my way” Scooting even closer, dragging my heals across the table as I did. A single tatted brow arched as I digested Butch’s words.”You’d be cool with me walking into your church with you? You know that stuff wouldn’t go over too good, but if you ever want me to I will be right there with you Butch” Nods
Butch
I know what it means and I know it would go over like a damn lead balloon. But that shit doesn’t scare me anymore. Hell, I even told Jose about you.
V
Without even realizing it, my whole body jerked up and my eyes narrowed as I almost had my form towering over Butch “What the fuck are you talking about? Your old partner Jose? when, and where the hell did this convo go down? and more important why?
Butch
-scooting over some on the couch and clearing my throat before answering- I ah…well, you see…-looking down at the floor, running my hand to the back of my hair and scratching my neck- Hell, I left you a freaking note when I went out to see him-motioning toward your computer desk, my next words coming out quickly, like ripping off a band-aid- He had some info about my sister’s death. I had to go see him.
V
My heart was pounding rampantly in my chest as all kinds of fucked images of Butch out there with no back up and in the mix of your old life. I couldn’t contain my fangs from elongating as it hit me hard, all the shit that could have went down.”You left me me a fucking note. No what your ass did was wait till I was out of commission to go running off to that shit.” Closing my eyes briefly, I moved from the couch and paced the small length of it, back and forth as I fought to reign in control. The last sentence slowly seeping in. “You did this all damn wrong, I get the need to know what happened but I will tell you now you won’t fly solo on this shit again, your not Butch the cop no fucking more. The enemies you have now are not the leaches of this screwed up society but the very damn evils, you know first fucking hand of that up close.” I stopped and turned back to Butch my diamond gaze glowing in the dim light “I’m not going to negotiate or compromise or anything else on this shit.”
Butch
-Leaning back and folding my arms over my chest as I watch you blow a gasket in front of my eyes- Poor little Butch. Too fucking stupid to be able to go out on his own into the real world. -My eyes going blank as a numbness settles into my chest- Because I am obviously too weak and stupid to be able to avoid a few lesser for one goddamn night. -tipping my head up to look at you- Does that about cover the basics of what you are trying to get across?
V
Arching my tatted brow once again as the underlying and not so underlying sarcasm poured from each words Butch spoke. I mimic the arms across my chest that Butch settled into. “So now you want to make your point with displaying shit I didn’t say, you know not one of those points is valid in my head or close to what I think. I will tell you the facts since you seem to be stuck in a oh poor me state. The facts is, Butch, you are high commodity for the lessers, not like one of us Brothers who they’d like to take out and kill, but your ass is high priced. You out there alone, it would be in no time that back up would be on you and in no time you would be up the proverbial creek without the fucking paddle and a big ass whole in the boat.” Taking a step closer towards the couch, my arms dropping to my sides. “Your good fuck your skills are kick ass but none of us alone can take down what would come after you and we both know at some damn point that fucker will take another shot to get you” My head drops a degree as if the weight of that single statement was like a noose around Butch’s throat.”Not fuck thing to do with your abilities, just the facts the way I see it. I’d trust you at my back against anyone or anything and have, so you know that was a below the belt hit.”
Butch
-I looked down at my hands that seemed to be busy picking at my sleeves. I knew there was truth to what you said but it nagged at the back of my head like an angry kid trying to bust out of his room. My voice came out low & deliberately slow- I’m surprised that you even let me out to go to church if that’s how you see things. Who knows how many side trips I might make along the way. -glancing back up at you for only a moment and then back down- I do have a phone that I know how to use in case I need you to fly to my rescue on your white horse. Not to mention the fact that I can sense the fuckers a mile away. -I licked my lips and drew in a deep breath before continuing- I am a warrior, V. I’m not your shellan. I know the difference in a fucked up sitch and a quick trip to visit an old partner.
V
“It’s not or never was a damn matter of me letting you out, even if you wasn’t my mate, I’d still say the same shit. Fuck you know that.” Raising my head back up, the slow droll of your speech making my spine stiffen. “You hitting places on social stuff, is your deal. You hitting up your old partner that is a damn detective and that was searching for you for a long time. and to add to that, I’m sure you didn’t meet him at church but some fucked up place.” Shrugs my broad shoulders “Just saying some common sense would be cool for you use, not sure you have a clear head when it comes to your sister. But what the fuck do I know, according to you I see you as a puny weakling that can barely walk without me picking you up and saving you.” Nods “And on a white horse at that, fuck I’d think you was more creative then that. But I will put this to rest right now anyway. it was only a couple months ago the King passed it that all brothers go out in pairs and I sure as fuck haven’t been told it’s been lifted. So suck on that shit, Cop”
Butch
-I square my shoulders up and straighten my back to look back up at you- He wouldn’t have said a damn thing to me if you waltzed up beside me and you know it. Somehow the idea of putting the ole mind crunch on the poor guy doesn’t exactly appeal to me. -tilting my head and narrowing my eyes some- Call me stupid if you like but the guy doesn’t deserve that shit He was trying to do me a solid and he knew that I would want… fuck the want, NEED that information. -pointing a finger up at you, my tone becoming heated- And yeah, you are right when it comes to my sister I aint all there. We all have our shit, V. You didn’t see me run off to the caves and take a whole damn liquor store with me. And I sure as shitting wasn’t stupid enough to reveal no deep dark secrets about what the fuck I’ve been doing lately. So just cool your jets on that one. It’s not as if I was out there actively seeking out lessers that could fuck me over six ways from Sunday. There are a few brain cells wandering around up here. I know I’m not some wiz kid genius who knows however the fuck many languages but I’m not a complete fucking back birth. -Takes up residence at the bar. Pouring a drink and lighting up a cig-
V
Lodges a couch pillow at the back of Butch’s head. “Good solution over there cop, maybe I should pick mine up and hit the penthouse.”
Butch
-My head bounces forward at the impact of the pillow and I lose my smoke to my glass of Lag. I stare down at the ruined drink and hold up a hand to flip you off over my shoulder.-
V
Nods grabbing up my leather from the back of the couch.”Yeah, that shits what I expected from you. Have a good soak in your Bottle, Butch.” Heads out into the tunnels.
Butch
Son of a fucking bitch! -I stand up and spin around with the glass in my hand. Throwing it in one fluid motion where your head was moments ago only to have it shatter against the wall with a loud crash. My feet kick into action and I bound across the floor after you. Something in my head cracks wide open at the thought of you in the penthouse with someone else. My bonding scent breaks out like a thick fog. I barrel into your back, thick arms wrapping around you and hitting the opposite wall. I turn you around and bury the pain in my expression behind raw anger. Pulling my phone out of my pocket and shoving it into your mouth- Here! You forgot a phone to call one of your whores. You’re gonna need that or they won’t know to come running.
V
My unlaced up booted feet only made it a few steps before I heard the sound of glass smashing, I rolled my neck slowly between my shoulders, trying to bring reason back into play somewhere in my already way the fuck pissed off head. Before I could react or even turn around, the Pit door was thrown open and in the next second I felt the steel bands of your arms wrap around me from behind, at the same time I caught your scent in the air and then I was slammed like a brick up against the opposite wall. The anger on your face was belied by the scent you was throwing off, and to fuck all I was actually getting turned on and just as I was about to open my mouth and speak, you shoved a fucking phone in my mouth and my mind took a nose dive hard and fast.Calmly I pulled my arm up and out of your grasp, and removed the phone from my mouth only to hold it out to you. Everything in my voice dropped 20 degrees below freezing” Your phone does me no good Butch, I have all my pets #s on back up, come on now your not that stupid are you. With your phone, who am I to call, your church, True.”
Butch
-I batted the phone away angrily and didn’t even give a good god damn when it broke against the wall. Grabbing a fistful of your shirt and turning my head as the image of multiple women ready and willing to do whatever the fuck you wanted paraded through my head. My face twisted in agony and a spasm ran through my body. When I turned back to you my fangs had pierced completely through my lip. I raised my hand and open palmed slapped you straight across that calm as shit face that knew exactly how much of my heart it was ripping out. I couldn’t look at it anymore. I turned you back around, grabbing the back of your shirt by the collar and ripped it to shit to expose your shoulders.- Make sure they see who the hell you belong to while you are fucking them. -I lifted my leg, planted my foot directly on your ass and pushed forward. I could have dragged you back into the Pit, I had every right to, but your attack had fed directly into every fricking fear I had about us. It cut me to the core and the fact that you did it on purpose left me eating my own heart. My head dropped as I turned back to the Pit. I clawed fingers through my hair with an angry shout and ran back through the door.-
V
I seen the images clearly that ran through Butch’s head as if they were my own & fuck I felt all kinds of fool for being responsible for putting them there. I raised my arm to console and stop this shit from going further. As soon as I got ready to I felt the swift stinging across my face, that reaction only brought about my arm to drop and my brow to arch at Butch. I was still yet at that point ready to do the calming stuff but once again all that went out the window when his next action brought a snarl from me. and I stumbled a few mis-steps when you booted me in the ass. I didn’t bother to turn around when Butch shouted or even when I heard the retreading fast pace tracks. My head raised up slowly and in one swift rip, I shredded my torn shirt the rest of the way from my half bare chest, letting it fall to the ground. I could feel every nerve ending firing to life in me as if someone had hooked up battery cables and forced the jolts through me. Turning on my heals I walked with clear purpose back to the Pit. Not one word throughout all this rolled of my tongue, All I could zone in on was the humiliation factor, no one since my pre-trans day in hell at the camp had treated me that way. All of the hits to the face, kicks to the kidneys and any and every fucking where they could reach. My iridescent orbs locked on Butch and before I even realized it, my feet had made the short distance and I gripped my hand around his throat. My head cocking to the side some as I steadily backed you against the wall. With little to no effort, I lifted Butch inches off the ground and then and only then did I finally speak. “You want to hit and kick, then fucking deal with what you get back, Warrior” The last part spoken through gritted teeth. My fingers tightened around his neck, hell I could feel my fingers flexing against the flesh of their own accord. Just as quickly as I grabbed you up, I let go and stepped back one step. “I’m not fucking anyone or was I going to, thought you got that when I had you make it permanent and fucking gave up everyone I was screwing with.“Shaking my head I turned away heading to my room for a damn shirt.
Butch
-I turned when you came through the door- Leave me… -The sentence died in my throat when I saw the look on your face. I watched with some sort of sick fascination as your long legs ate up the distance between us in no time. Your large hand closed around my neck and my hands automatically went to your arm in an attempt to remove it. I felt the wall against my back and couldn’t help but flash to the time that Wrath did this exact same thing to me. I seemed to bring that out in others. I stopped bothering to fight it and simply accepted the loss of breath. When you let me go I dropped to the floor and sucked in air. It took me awhile before I could stand back up again and even longer before I made it to the door of your room. Leaning heavily against the door frame still sucking in air between my words-I know you aren’t screwing around. But you tell me what’s worse. Me talking to my ex-partner without you or you telling me that you are going to go to the Penthouse and leaving me to think what you knew I would? -Closing my eyes and rubbing my fingers over my lids- Nevermind… -I turned and walked into my room. I didn’t want to admit to the searing pain in my chest. I shut the door behind me and realized as soon as I removed my hand that it was the first time in a long time that there had been a door closed between us. I fell down on the bed and draped my arm over my eyes-
V
I knew Butch was there before I even raised my head, I could feel it as sure as I felt the steady beat of my heart. Then I heard the labored breaths Butch took with each word and I finished pulling my shirt on and turn towards the door. My arms hung loosely at my sides, I took in all his words, this time keeping my mouth shut, even after you ran out of words and walked off. Scrubbing my hand down my face I turned and dropped my ass heavy on the foot of the bed. “ah fuck” Dropping my head down low, all I could do was shake it slowly. I replayed every word, and each fucking action through my mind. Growling I shoved up off the bed and and left my room, heading to where most of my shit has found it’s way over the past months. But it wasn’t stuff that I wanted from that room. I stopped dead in my tracks when I seen the door closed, it wasn’t a problem getting in but the point that it was shut. Once again I felt my hands flexing at my sides and I headed to the hall closet and grabbed the block box that took up residence on the floor. Taking it over to the bar, I flipped it open and took out the drill. One by one I went around the Pit and removed every mother fucker door, even the one to the bathroom. Coming back to Butch’s door,I didn’t bother with knocking just like i didn’t bother the first time when I came in here after standing at that cross road in my head. I didn’t glance at Butch instead I shut the door and went about removing the screws that held each plate in place. Once it hung loose I removed it and set the bitch in the hall and did the same to the bathroom in his room and set that one on the hall along with the other one. Once i had my handy man shit done I walked over to the bed with the drill still in hand and locked my gaze on Butch “Alright so, get this, I was fucked up going in that direction but I still stand firm on you heading out to see Detectives, not saying I need to be by your side, but close enough to get to you. Now will you go with the sorry stuff, and yeah after tonight my room will be turned into maybe a computer room or some shit, but only one bed will be in the Pit, and no fucking doors. So we good or am I sleeping on the couch after I take all these doors and my bed to the incinerator and ash it all”
Butch
-I turned my head to the side and squinted like I could see through the freaking door when I heard all the Tim the Toolman shit going down. My confusion was only compounded when you walked through the door with a drill in your hand. But it was all like you’d stepped straight into my brain when you took the door off it’s damn hinges and set it in the hall. It was odd now to have doors between us. I knew that and apparently so did you. I huffed out a laugh and left you to it as you went and did the same thing to even the bathroom door.- No more explosive diarrhea in private for me. -I wasn’t say it to anyone in particular but I looked up under my arm to see you standing there like some scarey movie with that drill in your hand. I chewed my lower lip while I listened to you and swallowed a big ass lump in my throat. The voice inside my head was kicking my body’s ass threatening certain death if I fucking cried. Didn’t stop the glistening effect that you get no matter what the hell you do- I don’t need to talk to Jose anymore. I have everything he had. -Absently motioning to a file on top of the dresser- Not that I can make anything of it. I’m still right where I was with nothing but a hope and a dream of finding the sick fucks. -I heaved in a breath and let my eyes take an extended vacation behind the lids- You know he asked to meet the chick that had tamed my ass? -Finally opening my eyes again to lock my gaze to yours- And with the biggest kick ass surge of pride I’d ever felt in my damn life I told him that he didn’t want to meet my male. That you were one scarey ass mutherfucker. -the corner of my mouth twitched up- Ironic… -Flicking my eyes toward the ceiling and staring at my own reflection in what is apparently a turtle mirror before looking back at you- It’s like they say, V. I would only kick you out of bed to fuck you on the floor.
V
Leaning down setting the drill on the bedside table. I stand back up and watch all flashes of things cross over his face, and holy hell it was like someone was taking my own blade and ramming it straight through my chest. I absorbed each word and when I seen the subtle wetness about your eyes, I about bowed over and started making promises or to say anything to take it away. I took in a kick ass harsh breath when Butch closed his eyes. This was some major new territory and damn if I wasn’t going to tread light as fuck. I stepped over to the dresser and picked up the file that was well worn. Flipping slowly through it, I flinched inwardly when I came to the crime scene pictures, Fuck no wonder Butch was dead set on hunting down the sick bastards I got family loyalty, ingrained in my own blood to save a brother but this shit was done to a kid, not that I had ever dealt with or been around any but any male with even half a damn heart would protect one of those little beings. Laying the file back down and crossing the room back to the bed, this time taking a seat on the edge, right up by his waist.”I bet ol Jose about shit himself when he heard that come out of his old partners mouth” The grin that came to rest on my lips was small and easy.”You know one thing you have now that you didn’t have back at the cop shop, is unlimited access to all the data bases, you can get into them all now, Butch” My hunched over shoulders shrugged slightly.”Don’t know if it will help, but it’s there for you” My head cocked back some and cast a look at the mirror above the bed.”We can take that down if you want, just thought it was kinda cool, tried finding one on black, but fucker wasn’t happening.” Drawling my head back down.”I don’t know who they are that says that whole to fuck on the ground stuff, as long as it’s you saying it and meaning that shit, that’s what matters”
Butch
-I curled toward you when you sat down next to me and had to smile at the memory of my old partner- I almost had to pick the guy’s jaw up off of the floor. I decided it was funner to leave him there gawking like a fool and wondering all sorts of strange things about me instead. -I moved my head to rest on your knee and inhaled your scent deeply. No matter how fucking hurt or mad I might have been there was no stopping the pull in my body to constantly be near you.- I was going to ask for your help actually. Right after I got you to tattoo another line on my back. -My hand dipped back to brush over the spot under my shirt where I kept my continuous count of the years. I followed your gaze back to the mirror and barked out a laugh.- Keep it up there. I like it. -I looked back to your stunning diamond eyes and reached up to brush my over your jaw with what I hoped was a reassuring smile- When have I ever said something that I didn’t mean?
V
I think I must have let out a heavy breath of relief when Butch rolled over to me, but I was too intent on you being next to me again to pay any damn attention to something as meaningless as my own breathing right now. “No doubt, Jose is still drilling over that parting gift of info from you, Nallum” Laying my hand on Butch’s neck when you move your head to my knee. I scoot further on the bed but making sure I kept you right where you was as I did. “One good thing, he knew you was a strange fucker before, now he has proof of how deep that runs” Chuckling as I absently brush my fingers in series of small patterns against your neck. “Butch do you miss all that shit you left behind, the job and Jose and others you probably had in your life? You never really talk about any of it” I managed to pull both my legs up on the bed, making my way fully into the SOB. After all the years of not letting anyone touch, let the fuck alone sleep in the same bed I was in, Now I was a damn addict to the stuff and Butch was my fucking drug. “Just say when, and I’ll add another to it, Butch and you know already know I’ll help dig out any info or foot work to help you” Nods, I relax back against the headboard and cock my head back to look up at the turtle.”Yeah I think it’s a keeper, we’ll be able to get some good angle shots” Chuckling, I lower my face back down and shit if I don’t find myself doing that gnawing on my bottom lip as I try & gauge Butch “You don’t say shit you don’t mean,still Nallum, I know I’m not an easy bastard to deal with”
Butch
Hell, Jose is probably wondering how many times I checked out his ass or something stupid like that. -shaking my head- Like that shit ever even hit my radar before you. -Closing my eyes and relaxing to the always calming touch of your fingers. Shifting as you slide up on the bed and draping my arm over your legs.- I wasn’t… alive back then. -Rolling some so that I could look up at you. Memories of the shitty life I drifted through tumbling through my mind.- I lived in a crappy apartment that rats would be ashamed to call home that was stacked high with dirty dishes and what the fuck ever else. I don’t even know anymore, I was hardly there long enough to do more than sleep. Even that I didn’t do often enough. I pissed everyone I worked with off and beat the shit out of the suspects. They didn’t call me hard-ass because I work out. No one came near me, I was toxic. Working myself toward an early grave at a fast pace. I fucked chicks who wanted to get laid and didn’t want shit for anything else. I screwed up so many damn times that I was under investigation before I ran into your lot. -Tired of craning my neck, I turned my head back to your leg. Closing my eyes and burying nose against you. Mumbling out the side of my mouth- We have more in common than you might think, Nallum.
V
I worked the boots off my feet by using one on the other and they hit the floor with a thud. Laying my head back, my eyes closing as I settle into the relaxed mind set.”it’s a good fucking thing you used those cop techs and made your way here” Shrugging some “I woulda found your ass eventually, had the visions and you had the kings blood in ya, shit was meant to be” Raising my head some a low chuckle rolling out, diamond ones lock on hazel “So you was a whore, Nice” Shaking my head still grinning, I slip my arms around you and lay my head back against the headboard again”Yeah, I am seeing we do, Butch” Throwing a leg over Butch “Tomorrow during the daylight I say we head down into the tunnels to my playground and burn some shit, you game?”
Butch
-Laughing- I’m only here because I’m too stubborn to let things be. Those aren’t really cop skills at work. -wrinkling my brow and twisting to get a good look at you-You had visions about me before you even saw my ass? I thought that shit came later. -a slow chill running down my spine at the thought- That’s really strange. It musta fucked with your head to see me walking through those doors. Is that why you slid into bed with me that first night? -laughing some and poking you in the side- You know I’m always up for a good dose of ‘set the world on fire’. I like being reminded of what that hand can do when it aint rubbing all over me. Makes me feel like a super hero. -Winking up at you and wiggling over to perfectly mesh my body to yours- Night, hellren. -Letting my eyes drift closed. Too drained to want to think about anything else at the moment-
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