Definitely a part 1 chapter. Hopefully I'll get part 2 up soon! Thank you to all my reviewers, you inspire me to write more and more 3
Heat coursed through Vishous's spine. Washed throughout his entire body and mind until it consumed him completely as he watched his mate duke it out with a Lesser.
No matter how many times they went at it with those pieces of shit, and mind you, it was often, he couldn't stop himself from reacting this way. He felt things that were previously foreign to him. Sure, he had felt pride as he witnessed his brothers kicking ass and taking numbers, but this was different. Because paired with the pride he felt for Butch and his ability to wreak havoc on their enemies, he felt pride over the fact that this man was his. It was his name carved into Butch's back, and it was their bed that they'd retire to at the end of the day. They were a team. And he'd picked a damn fine partner if he did say so himself.
And as Butch finished with the Lesser he'd been trading shots with, breathing heavily and looking around for the next challenge, Vishous continued to stare.
It was seriously a stoke of luck that Butch had been finishing the last one, because distracted as he was with everything Brian O'Neil, he would have left himself open to all kinds of trouble. And no excuse other then the fact that he was kind of, a little bit obsessed with the man standing in front of him.
Probably feeling the intense stare directed at him, Butch finally met his eyes.
Eyes filled with excitement and adrenaline that came with a good fight. A slight smirk gracing his face that came with the knowledge that he had beat his opponent, proving his superiority as a fighter. And there was a little bit of relief as well. And that came with knowing that V was okay. That they were okay.
In becoming part of the Brotherhood, you learned to accept that your life and the lives of all the Brothers, would constantly be put on the line. So after every confrontation, small as it might be, was a small hurtle they got through as partners.
And every time they got into any kind of scuffle, Butch and V would watch each others backs and pray to see the person they loved most in the world when it was over.
Like now.
"Whatcha doing with your mouth wide open like that, V? See something you like?"
He could hear Rhage, who was almost always paired with them for patrols, a few steps behind him, snort.
"Smart ass," V shook his head, trying not to laugh. "Just keeping an eye on my assets, if you know what I mean." Wiggling his eyebrows, he gave into his laughter at the look on Butch's face.
Fucking priceless.
But then his cop's face morphed into an expression he was very familiar with. Uh-oh. This meant war.
Good thing he didn't mind punishment.
And you know what they say... All is fair in love and war. In this case it was a little of both.
