Lover Redeemed - Part 3

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Qhuay Love FOREVER!

Lover Redeemed

Written By Lily

Qhuinn remained silent during the entire debrief meeting with Wrath and the Brothers. He listened and watched as John, Xhex and Blay recapped the events of the evening, providing a meticulous minute by minute account of everything they could remember, about what had gone down in the alley behind Iron Mask. Qhuinn cringed as he watched the brotherhood's reaction to his nightmare. He felt shame, for bringing this dirty news into The Blind King's home. It was as if everything linked to him was tainted, this hands down, being the most damaging yet.

How was he ever going to get over the fact that his brother was now a dirty, filthy, stinking lesser? A brother, who still bitterly hated him, for what reason, he would never know, but the fucker's sole purpose in his new dead existence, was to now permanently terminate his ass, anyway possible. Once it was over, Qhuinn knew to expect years of therapy ahead for himself with Mary. He would definitely require her professional services and care, to help sought through all the bad shit floating around in his head, that was a given.

When the meeting finished, Qhuinn was the first one out the door. He had stalked directly to the gym, with Blay on his heels, not far behind. He stripped himself of everything apart from his G-Star distressed denims, which always hung low on his cut hips and headed straight for the punching bag, stopping only to snag himself a pair of boxing gloves and to kick off his music. The gym's MP3 system now blared, 2Pac's track, 'Troublesome '96' as Qhuinn strapped up his hands.

Blay watched on from the bleaches, as Qhuinn got ready to start working his frustration out, on the padded bean. 2Pac's lyrics now filled the air… "Young, strapped and I don't give a fuck!" How true those words were, the description fitting Qhuinn perfectly as he continued to warm up his muscles, rolling his big arms around on his shoulders, then cracking his neck from side to side as he got ready to face off, with that big bitch of a bag, that was now ready and waiting to be worked over…hard!

Track after track played on as Qhuinn continued strong. Blay had been watching him for one solid hour, sweat dripping off his golden skin, as hard muscle flexed and corded with each kick and punch. He was so focused on the task at hand, his jaw clenching rapidly with each brutal blow that he inflicted on his target. It was clear that Qhuinn's aim was to pound the absolute fuck out of the padded bean, for as long as his body could hold out before collapsing from exhaustion.

Blay wondered who's face, Qhuinn saw as he continued to pummel the bag with vigor. Was he picturing his Brothers face or was it perhaps, Saxton's face? Probably both, Blay thought, as they now neared the two hour mark of Qhuinn's own private Game of Destruction.

After his life changing confrontation with his brother, Qhuinn still hadn't uttered one single word to anyone. He was now hitting the two hour mark, with zero verbal contributions. Anyone in Qhuinn's current state of mind, would have probably muted out, and reacted in a similar way, if not worse, to this fucked up situation that the poor bastard was currently facing now. So the 'no talking' thingwas completely understandable considering the circumstances. But Qhuinn was not just anyone. He was a male who suppressed shit. Pushed the bad stuff right down deep and bottled it, just like a fine wine. Uncorking would only take place, once said male, was ready to explode and unleash an unholy hell on his target and soon to be intended victim, which would no doubt be his own brother, in no time at all, from the way things were going.

Qhuinn was still going hard, based on the energy he exuded as he continued on with his strategic assault, his precision similar to that of a professional prize fighter. He currently had his long legs wrapped around the bean shaped apparatus, hanging upside down by his thighs, as he continued to lay into the bag with one hand, whilst he clung to it by the chain with the other, punching into it from a side angle, as if it were a set of lesser ribs, that he was trying to snap. He still gripped the padded bean in a death grip between his thighs as he continued throwing upper cuts at the bag, the muscles of his abdomen clenching as he held himself up. Dropping his big palms down onto the padded blue mat, Qhuinn flipped his body over until he was in a crouching position. Looking at him on all fours, feet and palms planted firmly on the ground, Blay couldn't help but see a resemblance between Qhuinn and a big jungle cat, his movements so similar, he was just as elegantly and deadly as the real thing, if not more.

Blay made his way over to Qhuinn. "You done?" He asked, standing over him with his hands now resting on his lean hips.

Qhuinn looked up at Blay, who was now towering over him. He was still flat on his back, hands above his head with his knees bend, trying to replenish the oxygen back into his lungs, a task that was taking longer than he had expected. "For now! Only because, every muscle in my body, feels likes it's ready to snap." He said, with a tiny chuckle.

"You need to get yourself into a tub and soak for an hour. It will help loosen up your muscles, and trust me, you'll feel better for it."

"Is that right?" Qhuinn purred, a sexy grin broadening across his face as he stretched out his arm to rub his hand up the back of one of Blay's thighs. "Any excuse to get me naked, huh?"

"Baby, I don't need an excuse….you're mine now." He eyes locked with Qhuinn's as he spoke. "But as tempting as that is, this is not about what I want right now, it's about what you need, okay? Now c'mon, let's get you into that tub." An affectionate smile spread across his beautiful face as he reached down and lifted Qhuinn to his feet, wrapping one strong arm around his waist, placing a soft kiss to the side of his neck, before walking back slowly with him to his bedroom, for that much needed soak, that would hopefully lead to some much needed rest too.

It had been three weeks since Qhuinn had seen his brother. Weeks of hunting had come up with exactly nothing. He had made zero progress tracking him, night after night. That statistic really messed with his head. Tonight he was patrolling with Rhage and John, and so far no lesser sightings. What was the Omega up to? Lesser encounters over the last couple of weeks had been slow, maybe a couple of sightings here and there, but nothing like it had been like, there for a while. And that went double for his brother too. If that fucker was laying low all this time, then that meant he was planning something big, and timing no doubt would play a critical part in this huge plan of his. So many possible scenarios drifted through Qhuinn's mind as he walked behind his boys. There were so many possible attack opportunities available at his brother's disposal, but there was only one stand-out, one scenario that kept haunting Qhuinn's sleep, night after night. He knew that he could handle just about anything his brother chose to throw his way. But there was only one thing, one fucking thing that would guarantee to bring him to his knees. If his brother was to somehow get his hands on Blay and harm him or worse, kill him, Qhuinn knew, that would be the end for him. If Blay were to ever become a casualty in this sick and twisted game, Qhuinn knew that he would track his brother down until he was dead, and once that was done, he would then willingly follow Blay into the Fade. His existence in life would be pointless without him, that he knew for certain. Enough! He told himself. Quickly expunging his mind of all the bad thoughts that kept plaguing him, he focused his attention on what was most important at that moment instead, and that was finding and killing his already dead brother, before he even got the chance to follow through on his worst fear.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Blay said curiously, tapping his razor clean over the sink as he finished up with his shave. Qhuinn was behind him in the shower, just leaning back against the cool marble tiles, his head resting back loosely on his neck watching him through lowered lids, looking like sex on a stick as he rubbed one hand back and forth over the hard muscles of his abdomen.

"Got something on your mind?" Blay asked, as he watched Qhuinn's hand slowly drift lower, but still well out of reach of his proud hard length, that was now pointing straight at his like a goddamn divining rod, clearly having located its target.

"Yeah, you could say that!" He purred, as he bit into the side of his lip.

Putting his razor away, Blay wiped his face clean before turning around to face the object of his desire. "Anything I could help you with?" He said, now leaning his ass against the rectangular shaped basin, his hands casually resting on either side of his hips, gripping the marble between his palms.

"Yeah, you could say that!" He said again, smiling now, his fangs slightly elongated as his blue/green eyes ran up and down the length of Blay's body that was still wrapped in only a black towel that hung way too long on his lean hips.

"Go ahead baby, I'm listening. What can I do for you? " Blay purred, as his eyes dropped to stare at Qhuinn's growing erection.

"C'mere…and I'll tell you…but first lose the towel" He said, moving forward to open the shower's big glass door.

As Blay stepped in, Qhuinn immediately reached for him and pinned him up against the same wall that he had just occupied, blanketing his hard body with his, as he rested his hands firmly on Blay's hips.

Pressing into him more, Qhuinn took hold of Blay's face and kissed him gently. "I want to make love to you Blay." He whispered against his lips. "Will you let me?"

Blay moved his arms around Qhuinn's thick neck. "No, not here! I want to do this right!
I want you in my bed." Qhuinn whispered, leaning in to kiss Blay again. "I want to feel you properly…" He was sucking on Blay's neck, as he rubbed his hard dick against Blay's own, which was now hard too.

"Ughhhh…" Blay moaned. "What are you saying?" He asked, running his hands over Qhuinn's ass, pressing him closer.

"What I'm saying baby, is that… I want YOU… to fuck ME! Scratch that…no fucking, only sweet-sweet passionate loving." He mumbled against Blay's ear. "I want you to go slow, but deep. Do you want that too Blay?" He said teasingly, running a lazy thumb over one of Blay's nipples as he moved back to face him again.

"Fuck yes…sweet Virgin of the Fade…are you sure?" He said, lifting Qhuinn's chin up so that he looked straight into his eyes. Qhuinn had never bottomed before, so this was a big deal. Blay wanted to make sure that he was certain. After all, the whole 'gay thing' was something fairly new to Qhuinn and he didn't want to scare him and risk anything ruining what they had created together, over these blissfully amazing months.

"Yes, I'm sure baby…but just go slow." He groaned, kissing Blay one last time before turning off the water, toweling each other off for a minute, before moving over to Qhuinn's huge bed.

As Qhuinn straddled Blay's hips, he knew that everything was going to drastically change after this night. What he had planned tonight at Iron Mask was going to definitely guarantee him, an all access, lifetime pass, to 'MISERYLAND' for the rest of his fucking lonely life. He knew that Blay would never forgive him after this…and why should he anyway, when he knew that he deserved all of Blay's hate and everything that was bound to come along with it.

But this night, he was going to savor every single second he had left with him. Qhuinn was going to worship his body, take him and be taken, until they were both spent and utterly exhausted, unable to move. These would be the memories Qhuinn would honor and cherish. Memories he would need to help sustain him through the pain filled journey ahead, a journey he dreaded to his core.

Blay watched Qhuinn watch him, Qhuinn's face was an erotic mask of desire, giving nothing away. He wasn't the usual sexual Qhuinn, the one that usually took control of their lovemaking. Instead this was a gentle and more sensual Qhuinn, something that Blay had not yet experience before, until now. It felt as if everything Qhuinn did, was almost scripted, planned to elicit the maximum amount of pleasure out of him. Qhuinn touched his favorite places, he kissed his neck, sucked at his nipples, lapped at the cut of his hips, something about the spot, always turned Blay inside out, he was doing everything he could to satisfy all of Blay's needs. Qhuinn's touch was more intimate too, as it roamed over his body. His fingers touched lightly over all of Blay's skin, his hands ran down the hard planes of Blay's chest and stomach, in a deliciously slow and torturous caress. Qhuinn's touch was no longer urgent or desperate, but instead it was precise and calculated, an act that was a little unnerving, considering the passionate male that Qhuinn normally was. Not that he was anything less attentive and sexual now, just different.

Blay watched as Qhuinn moved above him in an unhurried rhythm. He couldn't help but feel that something was definitely wrong. He felt a knotting sensation deep down in gut as he looked into Qhuinn's eyes. "Hey…why are you so quiet?" Blay asked softly, cupping Qhuinn's face in both his hands before leaning in to brush his full lips against his.

"I'm not…I'm good!" He said gently, knowing that he was blatantly lying to his face. "Scratch that…I'm here with you, so I'm fucking perfect."

Qhuinn knew he wasn't lying about that, he loved being with Blay, in any capacity. Talking, laughing, fucking, playing Xbox, it didn't matter, being around Blay always made him happy and that was something that he was going to serious fucking miss, guaranteed to sting like a bitch, when it was all gone.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" Blay pressed. "Anything…no matter what it is?"

"Baby, I know…you've got nothin' to worry about." With that Qhuinn stopped the conversation dead, he took hold of Blay's mouth and kissed him with so much raw emotion that they both moaned from its intensity. He wasn't going to let anything spoil this moment.

Needing to be closer to Blay, Qhuinn pressed their chests together, and then wrapped both his arms around Blay's neck and his legs around Blay's waist, he dipped his face in the crook of his neck and continued to move his hips with the same controlled thrusts as before, never once breaking his rhythm. Their bellies slapped gently together as Qhuinn moved his hips back and forth. He pressed even closer now, wrapping his arms tighter around Blay's neck as he continued to ride him. His hips moving at a slow and sensual pace, grinding himself closer every time to the male he loved, sliding up and down his shaft with a graceful ease. Squeezing his eyes shut, Qhuinn could feel the pain and sorrow festering in his heart, at the thought of never being able to touch Blay like this ever again.

"Ughhhh Qhuinn… you feel amazing" Blay groaned, as Qhuinn began moving his hips faster now, riding him harder as his breaths came out in little gasp against Blay's ear. "Ah fuck baby!" Blay groaned again from the intensity of the moment, gritting his teeth, trying his best not to come.

As he continued to thrust his hips, Qhuinn leaned closer, squeezing Blay tighter now as he spoke. "I need you to know something…it's important… I need you to know that I am in love with you…promise me that you will never forget that…" He voice cracking with emotion as he whispered in Blay's ear.

"What? Baby, why are you saying it like that?" Blay asked, panicked drifting into him tone as he gripped Qhuinn closer.

"Just promise me. I need you to promise me." He said softly, trying his best to calm Blay down.

"Okay baby…I promise you that I will never forget." Blay said softly against Qhuinn's neck, his hands snaking around his waist, acknowledging their packed. Once Qhuinn heard those word leave Blay's mouth, he continued to make love to him, with everything he had in him, so much passion, that he thought his was going break apart…from the pain.

It was nearly one in the morning by the time Qhuinn and Blay made it to Iron Mask for drinks with John and Xhex. They had missed out on First Meal, just us Qhuinn had planned. He never wanted Blay to leave his bed, because when he did, then the nightmare would surely begin. He had kept him in his bed for as long as he possibly could. He even ordered their meals to his room instead, so that they could eat together in private. Qhuinn had fed Blay from his own hand until he was too stuffed to eat anymore. His own appetite was shot, and he had used the excuse that he had eaten a big meal earlier on in the night, so that was the only reason for his lack of hunger. Qhuinn made love to Blay again, over and over, but with urgency this time, before finally letting him go. They then showed and dressed in their own rooms before leaving the mansion and dematerializing behind the deserted alley next to Iron Mask.

"Hey, sorry we're late." Blay said, blushing as he looked at John and Xhex, who were sitting closely together, with her long legs draped over his thighs.

"Sure you are Blay." Xhex teased as she ran her thump up and down John's neck. She laughed as Blay blushed even more at her insinuation, which had been spot on too.

As they slid into the well cushioned booth, Qhuinn immediately ordered drinks for the table, opting for some Herradura instead. He needed something stronger to take the edge off his mood that was quickly manifesting itself into something well past pain as he quickly looked over at Blay, just drinking him in. He had sat back for most of the night just listening to the conversation that flowed back and forth, between John, Xhex and Blay. He would occasionally participate so as not to become the focus of one of their topics. He continued to suck back hit after hit of his favorite tequila, trying to numb himself out somewhat, but it still wasn't working. Looking over at Blay again, he knew that this was the only way to keep him safe, and if hating him was the painful price he had to pay, then so be it, that was what he was going to do.

Abruptly he stood. "I think we're going to head off." Qhuinn said, looking over at John and Xhex, as he grabbed hold of Blay's hand. "I'm tired."

"Yeah, I bet you are buddy." John mouthed, as a wicked grin plastered itself on his handsome face, as he looked over at Blay.

"There you go again, embarrassing my boy." Qhuinn joked, lifting Blay's hand to his lips for a quick kiss. "You wouldn't want me to beat your ass now, would you?" Qhuinn challenged. Their banter still playful.

"Yeah, I'd like to see you try boy." John signed, moving forward in the booth, testing Qhuinn theory.

"Yeah-yeah-yeah!" Blay interjected. "You're both big strong males, we get it! But John, stop baiting my boy, because I will be the one beating your ass!" He joked, as laughter erupted all around.

"Yeah right! Later!" John mouthed, giving Blay a wink as they walked away through the mass crowd of patrons.

Qhuinn stopped suddenly, halting Blay in his tracks. He grabbed hold of him by the nape, and pressed his lips down hard on his, catching him off guard. He knew he had surprised Blay when he tilted his head back suddenly ending their heated kiss.

"Qhuinn?"

"Mmmm?" He mumbled against Blay's mouth, going in for another kiss.

"What's with all the grabbing?" Blay asked curiously.

"You complaining?" He asked, as moved to suck at Blay's neck. "Want me to stop?"

"No, I don't want you to stop. It's just that you've been acting weird all night. Are you thinking about you brother, is that it?" He voice was threaded with concern as he took hold of Qhuinn's face in both hands, tilting his jaw up to meet his own blue eyes.

"No baby…I can honestly tell you that at this very minute…" He purred, as he leaned and brushed his hips lightly over Blay's. "that I am not, thinking about anyone other than you. I just wanna touch you… is that alright?"

Blay knew Qhuinn well enough to know that he was lying at that moment, but whatever was bugging him, would eventually surface and when it did, Blay knew that it was not going to be pleasant, not one bit. "Fine then, if that's the truth, touch away!" Blay said with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

"Then c'mere baby!" He purred, before he grabbed hold of the front of Blay's t-shirt and firmly tugged him into a dark and smoky corner of the club. This was it! Qhuinn knew that tonight, was the night that he would drop his bomb on Blay. And that this moment they were having right now, was going to be their very last together, he was never going to get another opportunity to be with him like this, again. No fucking chance, that ship would definitely sail after tonight, yeah sail, far, far away from him, that's for damn sure. He just had to keep reminding himself that this was all for Blay, he was doing this to keep him safe from harm. This was the only way he could guarantee that his brother could never use Blay as leverage against him. But on the flip side if anything was to ever happen, Qhuinn knew, that he was a mean enough bastard, to make it look like he didn't give two fucks about Blay, that way, his enemy would think twice about using him as bate. Perfect logic…right?

Looking at Blay now pinned against the wall, his beautiful mouth, red and swollen from the intensity of his kisses, Qhuinn couldn't help the smile on his face. That was all his doing, and he was proud of it too. He loved seeing Blay all sexed up like that, the male was fucking beautiful to him, with his peachy cheeks all flushed from his excursion, he was one seriously tempting sight. Qhuinn could also see the little and not so little marks that now covered Blay's neck and throat. Something innate triggered that reaction in him, making him unable to fight and resist the urge to leave his mark. Mark his boy, so that all other males knew who he belongs too and if they were smart, they would stay the fuck away from him permanently, provided they still enjoyed and didn't wish to relinquish control of their breathing privileges. That goes double for you Saxton, you prissy fuuuck! It didn't matter though, in a few hours all those marks would fade away and disappear into nothing, just like Qhuinn intended to disappear from Blay's life, until all this fucked up mess with his brother was over and done with…then if he was lucky and Blay gave him half a chance, he would then need to prove his worth as his lover and redeem himself, once more, for the last time.

"Let's get outta here, it's nearly dawn." Qhuinn said, taking Blay's face into his hands one last time, for one more greedy kiss… good-bye!

Releasing Blay at that moment was the hardest thing Qhuinn had ever done in his entire life. He stomach churned, flip-flopped, did somersaults, not to mention, it became the goddamn in-keeper, for a couple of hundred thousand butterflies too. He felt so sick that he literally thought he was going to blow. As Blay followed closely behind him, weaving through the drunken crowd, Qhuinn readied himself as best his could…I'm so sorry…forgive me Blay!

"Shit… I can't… I can't do this!" Qhuinn said loudly, stopping by the wall near the corner bar. His face now pale as he gritted his teeth, jaw muscles clenching so tightly like never before.

"Do what?" Blay enquired, confused by Qhuinn's suddenly and unexpected mood change.

"This! Us! All of it!" Qhuinn motioned between them with his hand.

"What the fuck are you saying exactly Qhuinn?" Blay hissed, his tone now dark and deep.

"It's too much, too soon, all this hearts and flowers shit!"

"Hearts… and… flowers shit!" Blay repeated sarcastically, his body bubbling with anger now.

"I think we jumped into this too quick. We need to step back a bit. Do the friends with benefits thing…maybe…I'm not even sure about that." Qhuinn replied, dropping his bomb, but not quite meeting Blay's eyes as he spoke. Even now, hearing the word leave his mouth, he wanted to be sick.

"Friends with benefits…hmmm…" Was all Blay could express. His worst nightmare was coming true. Unfolding like a pin had just been pulled from a grenade, right before his very eyes. A mess that would no doubt, ensue monumental pain that would be directed all straight at him.

"Blay let—"

"I'm such a fucking idiotttt!" He yelled. "I knew you would do thissss!" He said, gritting his teeth.

"Blay let me—" Qhuinn attempted again, only to be cut off mid-sentence.

"You know something Qhuinn, love can turn to hate very easily. Love is something you constantly work at. You cherish and you protect it with your life." He said, in a choked voice. His hand unconsciously grabbing hold of his t-shirt roughly, fisting the fabric tightly as he rubbed at his chest back and forth, trying to soothe the pain that was quickly surfacing. "But you have no fucking concept of what that means." He continued rubbing at his chest. "We're done! You are N-O-T-H-I-N-G to me anymore! Congratulate yourself…you are now officially, I-R-R-E-L-E-V-A-N-T!"

"Blay wait!" I love you, I need you, please don't go! "I'm sorry okay! Will you let me explain?" Qhuinn pleaded, his voice dripping with anguish. Reaching for Blay's arm, he wrapped one big hand around his bicep. Explain…explain what dumbass? That you just threw away the best thing that ever happened to you… mocked the little voice in his head.

"N-E-V-E-R fucking touch me again! Do you hear me?" Blay growled, his tone ice cold, his blue eyes flashing with anger. Qhuinn instantly released his grip and dropped his arm.
"Don't look so shocked Qhuinn. You'll survive, you always do and I'm certain that you won't be doing it alone!" Blay spat, stalking out of the club, nearly ripping the door off its hinges on his way out.

As Blay disappeared out the door, Qhuinn roared with anger, baring his fangs. Spinning around he hit the first thing he saw, punching a hole right through the nearest wall with brutal force, sending the fancy painted plaster flying in every direction. A gift, from one of the brotherhood's finest!

Shit, now he would have to answer to Vishous. Ever since the death of his family, and the growing demand Wrath faced as The King of their species, Vishous had somehow become his mentor in a way, that was how they had gotten so tight and that was who he was going to have to explain himself too now. Something Qhuinn was seriously dreading. You are so royally fucked, my man! He told himself.

Snapping out of his mini meltdown, Qhuinn noticed that he was now the main attraction in the club. It was as if every single club-goer was staring at him in disbelief, too intrigued by what they saw, his fangs, to turn away. Fuck! Great, now he had to wipe all their memories clean. Fuck my life! Qhuinn thought.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Yeah, who is it?" Qhuinn snapped.

"My apologies for the intrusion, Master Qhuinn," Fritz said, with a respectful bow of his head as he entered his bedroom. "It seems you have been summoned to the Pit by brother Vishous. I have been sent to retrieve you immediately."

Fuck me! "What for?"

"I am not privy to that information Master Qhuinn, therefore if you would be so kind, I will escort you now, as I do not wish to keep the Sire waiting unnecessarily. He said politely.

"Yeah sure, not a problem Fritz my man. Just gimme' me a minute to throw some shoes on, will ya." Qhuinn replied.

"Yes of course." Fritz replied graciously. "I shall wait for you out in the grand hall."

Qhuinn followed obediently behind the little grey haired butler, wracking his brain, trying to figure out how he was going to explain himself to V. He couldn't exactly tell him the truth about his relationship with Blay now, could he? Yeah that would go down well. "Yeah so V, sorry about the whole freak out thing with the wall the other night, but you know how it is, lovers tiff and all, shit happens, true?" Yeah right, like he could ever say something like that! As he neared the Pit, he could hear V's music pumping out loud, literally vibrating the walls.

"Good evening Sire, I had fetched Master Qhuinn as per your instructions."

"Thanks my man!" V replied.

Vishous pinned Qhuinn with a glare, narrowing those silvery diamond eyes. "Sitcha' ass down!"

"V!" Qhuinn attempted.

"Shut it!" He said through clenched teeth. This is gonna be interesting. Qhuinn thought, planting his ass down on V's couch.

V watched him for a minute. Damn the brother was intimidating. And huge too! He reminded Qhuinn of a beautiful but very ferocious black panther. The contrast of those light diamond eyes coupled and surrounded by all that black that was covering his top of head and mouth, was right on the money, he looked just like a scary panther. Looking at V now, Qhuinn could see that he was one pretty male, a male who could very easily eradicate your ass too, should he ever feel the need to do so. He was still dressed in his fighting leathers as he paced the floor, one hand occupying a full glass of Goose, that swished around as he moved, whilst the other gloved hand, the one that you never wanted to get near, rubbed across his goateed mouth, contemplating his thoughts.

"You got anything to say for yourself." V inquired.

"Not really…nah nothing." Qhuinn countered, knowing full well that V knew that he was a lying sack of shit. He could see the brother scrutinizing him with those sparkly peepers, scanning his face, no doubt probably searching for the truth.

"Hmmm! So punching a hole through the wall was about, nothing? What… so you just felt the need to put your own personal spin on the décor? Is that what you're telling me? V said sarcastically as he moved closer.

"It was a mistake. My bad, it won't happen again. I'm solid now!" Qhuinn lied again, not looking at V, but at his new Rocks instead.

"Raise your head boy!" V commanded, stepping into Qhuinn's space. "That shit you pulled the other night, stops right fucking now. You can't afford to get sloppy around humans, it just gets messy. You feel me?" He said seriously, cocking one black brow as he spoke. "We clear? Work your shit out! True?"

I wish! Yeah, easier said than done! "Is that it?" Qhuinn asked, looking at his Rocks again.

"Yeah, that's it." V replied. His tone was now somehow softer as he watched Qhuinn leave. "Q?" V continued, just as he had wrapped his hand around the doorknob. He didn't turn around, he couldn't. He had just blatantly lied straight to V's face and he respected the male enough, not to do it again. "I know you're hurting right now. If you need to talk…about anything…. you know where to look to find me."

"Yeah, thanks V, I'll remember that." Qhuinn replied sadly, as he opened the door and walked out. With his head still down, looking at his Rocks, Qhuinn made his way back to his room in a daze. Was he ever going to stop fucking up? Not fucking likely, mocked the little voice in his head. "Fuck you!" Qhuinn countered out loud, as he continued the long walk back to his bedroom. Fuck my life! Fuck my life! Fuck my motherfucking life!

Stay tuned…Lover Redeemed - Part 4 posted in 1 week.

Thx Lily :[ Grrr! Vamps Rule!