Butch stepped out from the shower leaving the warm fog spread through the bathroom, fully enjoying the feeling of freshness and lack of lesser´s remains in his body - all thanks to the king´s strict order not to endanger their previous mission by inhaling any bastard on the farm. Not that he didn´t want to, he just couldn´t be sure how things will turn out for them back there and now? He was glad he obeyed, because after the long time he was finally feeling a little bit like a normal person without any pos-shits to deal with.
Well, the time off was sometimes a good thing.

He grabbed the towel from the railing, drying himself off and then covered his waist, so he could stood in front of the mirror for a few seconds discovering the all familiar features, broken-healed nose and tired eyes. He was still uneasy and angry about the three remaining girls. The brothers considered them probably dead, but they weren´t giving up a hope too soon. Z, Phury and Rhage were out there, looking for them, maybe with some miracle, they will be found. Otherwise Butch couldn´t imagine how they´ll tell their parents and family. Why they were able to save the six of them but not their children?
Fuck. This was getting on his nerves.

Why the motherfuckers did hold them there anyway? There was no evidence of further harm nor any kind of gaining information. And with such an important hostages, why there were only two guards? If there was any assault, he would think it was a simple trap.
Butch shook his head leaving the thoughts to be rubbed off by another towel ending on his shoulders afterwards. He heard a door opening with a muffled sound somewhere deep in the Pit, but he didn´t get out to meet the person right away. Instead he took some time for shaving, giving some extra cologne on the neck and cheeks and finally at least putting on his jeans. Like that without any T-shirt on, barefoot, he proceeded towards the small living room leaving light footprints visible on the floor behind him.

"Hey," he greeted his roommate while finding him lightening his handmade cigarette on the couch, moving his head a bit as for the saying hello back to Butch.
"How did it go?"
"What?" Butch closed his eyes with irritation.
"The conversation. Mannelo… seen us making up on each other, you forgot?"
"No." Just in the moment, when he wanted to jump on the other vampire and seriously injure him, V decided to continue, "he wasn´t in his office."
"No hell."
"Do you care so much?"

Vishous gazed him like a deer on the hunt, but behind that stare Butch very easily found the doubt and him being possible… touched by the matter? It wasn´t like Butch was ashamed for what they do – they were two grown up men after all, could do whatever they want. Actually, his opinion was that brothers wouldn´t give a single shit to whom they are fucking with anyway. Either it is woman, man, or a goat. But the idea of them finding out so soon was still something Butch would like to avoid.
"I want to have clear in my own head before telling anyone."
Silence. Not so good choice of the words, eh?
"I mean, I don´t want to…"
"You have to explain nothing," V interjected exhaling a grey cloud in the air above his face, "I still can´t believe you´re doing this crazy shits with me."

Said in different words it could be formulated as another sentence sounding like: I´m waiting till you´ll come to your senses, so you could leave me and find some woman of worth, which would be so better option than wasting your time on me.
USED: just few weeks developed vampire-feelings-don´t tell translator.
"I know, it would be a lot of harder to perhaps return to Marissa or any other woman, if they know."
Butch shook his head from side to side in disbelief. So it was like this after all, V really thought that Butch just took him as a play?
"I´m here with you, ain´t I?"

He looked up at him, when cop moved in front of the couch resting his ass on the table and his hands on the other vampire´s legs.
"Why can´t you just believe that I want to be with you?" their eyes were holding onto each other, connecting a lot of more than only their stares, producing a heat somewhere more south on Butch as he just noticed.
Well, look at me for god´s sake, you ´re making me horny only with your gazing.
"Can´t you read my mind?" was the one question cop had never imagined to ask, but still it was the best way how to show him, convince him and the one he actually just gave out with his own mouth.
"You sure?"
No. "Yes."
Few second happened nothing.

"Take my hand, it will get stronger this way."
Butch did that and seeing V close his eyes, he followed in doing the same.

Suddenly he felt something like drifting away from the room, from the present, or whatever, where he was. A little scary thing, but it passed quickly. He reminded himself what he wanted to think about, because well… this was his first and only chance how to convince the idiot that it was possible for him to be attracted to Butch – that this was no game for him. He wasn´t just experimenting, even when he was still kinda confused.

He liked the bastard, no matter where the realization will lead them, no matter what his straight self was saying on the thing. It just happened.

In the same moment as Butch got a hold of his own mind, he knew, Vishous could see whatever he wanted him to see. So he showed him. Their first kiss, the shock and fear, the realization, the attractiveness afterwards, all doubts that got to hunt him ever since. As he stepped out from that memory, he felt that Vishous tensed. He quickly continued.
Commodore.
Butch visualized the moment, when he got completely lost in all the kissing, the pressure, promise of pleasure and violence, touching of brother´s hands, feeling his breathing against cop´s skin, him getting hard, embarrassment, passion, kissing and touching again leading all to massive orgasm, which he recalled like all over again in the past days. More pictures like this – against the bar, in the bed…

This is how I see you – he let to slip the sentence in his mind and shoved him the same scene, in which they were truly in. Sitting on the couch, Vishous had to saw himself in the Butch´s thoughts with a burned out cigarette in his gloved hand and holding Butch with the other one. Cop leaded him towards his face, his black hair sticking on every side, looking like the softest thing on the Earth, moving down on his eyes - closed, hard cheekbones lines looking so goddamn hot with his lips slightly parted. Sitting there with legs spread, leather and black covering the muscles underneath – he was a god.
Butch tried his best, so he could give everything in that picture.
That´s how I see you.
Fucking perfect.

OOO

Vishous blinked, his eyes opening wide enough for them to jump out of his face and go for a quick walk. Hell, what he has just seen? He was sitting right before his best friend, holding his hand, seeing his face full of honesty – stating obvious - that everything he had served him ten second ago was real.
"You want me?" It sounded more like a statement than a question, or more like a wish.
"What a fucking genius here…" Butch laughed, lowering his gaze on his groin. "Can´t you see?"
Ok. This was enough for the evidence.

Vishous didn´t move slowly or gently in the time, he just crashed against his cop like a damn tornado, lifting them both up, lips on lips, chest on chest, Butch´s hands taking off his T-shirt in the process of turning towards a room – his room, as he soon found out by almost falling over some book on the ground. He tossed the man on the bed, settling on the top. His tongue broke into Butch´s mouth with no effort at all as he moved his gloved hand between their bodies and stroke down-up with his fingers just in the right place to hear cop moan.
"I want to have you…" he breathed out, struggling not to just tear the fucking jeans off of him, "in my mouth…"
"Shit." Butch grabbed his hair, pulled, when his back stretched on the mattress copying V´s movements down there.
"Do you allow me to do that?" He squeezed a little at the place where were his testicles, causing Butch gasping for air and even more tightening his grip. Fuck it, if V cared for his hair to be plucked at the end.
"I want to taste you, Butch."
Another moan.
"Do you like what I´m doing?"

They broke apart to meet each other eyes. Butch was breathing through his mouth like he was just in the middle of marathon running for his life. His forehead covered in sweat.
"Answer, cop."
"Yes," he groaned.
Vishous continued to stare at him, but slowly he reached towards the bell to undone it. He was perfectly aware of how he had to look to his partner with that burning hunger inside and eyes full of madness and desire.
"I won´t hurt you." I won´t do anything you don´t want.
Butch´s husky voice gave the words: "I know" right into his mouth, when he connected his lips, penetrating inside. The jeans were moving away from the scene by the V´s guidance and then suddenly there was nothing more to cover the big pulsing erection with. Butch´s cock stayed fully exposed to V in all his glory.
"You´re big… just as I thought."
"Fuck, V…"

Vishous liked to hear his name. Oh, god, how he liked it!
"Don´t turn away. Watch me." Like the last time.
He pushed himself up and little down, finding place between Butch´s legs opening for him. Enjoying the view for a moment. Both his hands rested on the sides of cop´s hips. He then saw Butch´s cock giving a twitch, his whole abdomen tensed in a rock, eyes glassy and lust visible in the dark brown.
"I´m going to take you in, Butch."

Well, there was definitely no negotiating about that seeing him only staring at his own erection almost touching V´s face. His goatee tickling the soft skin. Vishous bent down using his tongue to lick down the one drop appearing on the tip. Diamond eyes never leaving those in front of him.
"V, please… I can´t… no more…"
This wasn´t a sign of a sudden turn of event with Butch collecting his shits and leaving the room –oh no, this was the plea, the plea made by a desperate man, who was on the edge of the wave.
"Not like this, buddy… not like this."

Before his words could be even absorbed by the gasping vampire beneath him, Vishous took Butch in his mouth making him tilt his head back into the pillow with a force. The help came also from his left hand, he started to stroke him in the sync of his sucking, kissing... Shit, he used his fangs as well. Carefully, not to make too much damage, only to produce more hard breathing, body tensing, gasping for air, slamming into mattress.

Butch let out a scream that could be heard like very well in China by now.
Unfortunately it didn´t last any near the time V wished to. He wanted to enjoy the moment, for once not giving only pain, but pleasure to one he cared about. Ignoring his own need to experience the same completely. This was no anonymous woman leaving with tears at the end of the night. This was Butch. His best friend. His companion. His Pyrocant.
All he was ever longing for.

He wanted to give him everything.
"Come for me, Butch. Come for me, now."
And he did. All over himself and V´s hand, which were still touching the tip, stroking it with the finger. More groans came. Butch had his eyes closed the whole time he was orgasming, opened them only, when he realized that Vishous was licking the white seed from his length.
"Jesus… Chris´…"
"Tasting you as I said." He met with V´s cocky smile spreading across his face.
"V…" Butch moaned.
"What cop?"
"You´re… shinin´…"
Vishous looked at his hands with a surprise finding it to be a truth.
"You do that to me."

He let Butch take a rest in the sheets, filling his lungs with fresh air, they didn´t get during the process.
"This… eh… amazing," he said finally, his body giving the last tired shaking. V didn´t do anything as cop lifted himself to kiss him on the lips a minute later taking in the mouth his own taste.
"Now," he addressed him planting the hand on the side of V´s neck. "My turn."
"Wha…"
Suddenly V´s legs got tangled with Butch´s, his gloved hand, which he was steadying himself with, shoved of and he somehow in the matter of one heartbeat appeared down in the bed with his man kneeling in the exchanged position.
"My turn," he repeated himself.

Vishous stayed pinned down be the weight of the warrior, who sat on his legs avoiding him to move, his cock touching the bare abdomen.
"You have to tell me… what to do, eh? You know I´m a rockie here."
Looking in his eyes, he found there doubt – not connected to what he was about to do, but rather to how he is going to do that. He was convinced about the first part. More than ever.
"You don´t have to," V objected. The panic that filled him with the thought of Butch seeing all his scars down there or his tattoos almost overwhelmed him for the second. He didn´t feel prepared to tell him now. Not when everything was so fucking wonderful. Not when he needed to throw this amazing memory away to recalling once again a good known humiliation in the camp.

He wouldn´t bear the shits, if Butch would turn away from him disgusted. Not now.
"I want to, V. You can´t even imagine what you´re giving me every time," cop was holding him by his wrists, his skin shiny in the light, confirming his words to be true. "Please, let me, trahyner."
The time froze in the second and so did Vishous with it. He sucked the breath in, but didn´t exhale.
"Yeah, I know what that word mean…" Their eyes followed each other without blinking. "My beloved friend…" He left the words sink in. "Let me get closer to you."
That wasn´t only request of the physical nature. He was saying him to open up. He wanted all of him.
"I don´t want to ruin this, Butch. I´m not…"
"Come on, V, stop acting like I´m a fuckin´ doll," he didn´t let him finish, "I know what you like, or at least I think I know… you don´t have to pretend anything. I won´t run away, I promise." He smiled.
Fuck, you will run, cop, trust me. And it will kill me.
"Just tell me what should I do. Give me some hints here."
He moved with his words on the tongue against V´s muscles, rubbing his newly erection against brother´s hot skin.
Shit.
"Turn the lights off."