I do not own any part of the Black Dagger Brotherhood. All of that greatness is the work of the amazing J R Ward.
As of 5-22-12 the wonderful GothicBelle has beta'ed this for me. Hopefully this is now easier to read.
I hope everyone enjoys.
Chapter Twelve
'Damn,' V thought. The phone was ringing. Vishous opened his eyes. 'Shit,' both he and Butch had moved in their sleep. He was flat on his back his arm wrapped around the cop. Butch had turned over and tucked himself to V's side resting his head on his chest. This was far to cozy for his own good. It felt good waking up with him in his arms like this.
V had to reach over his friend to get to the phone. V's chest pressed against Butch's as he grabbed the phone. The air around them practically crackled at the contact.
"Hello," it was the King. "Fine. Yes. He looks a lot better. Yes."
The King was always to the point with V and he respected that. V leaned over again and put the phone back on the charger.
"Who was that?" Butch looked right into his eyes. 'Damn him.' He had the most beautiful hazel eyes, the cutest busted nose and the perfect jaw line. And to top all that off his brown hair was all rumpled from their nap. He was just too fucking sexy.
"Wrath," V said not moving. "He wants us up stairs in thirty."
"Something wrong?"
"I don't think so. He didn't give details, but he was cool," V had leaned a little more into Butch.
"I love your eyes," Butch said, then suck in a sharp breath. He jerked up knocking V on his back. "Fuck, I've… I need… Damn I'm going to hit the shower. Um… V, man I'll see you upstairs." Butch rushed into the bathroom and shut the door a little hard.
V couldn't believe it, the cop was into him. Butch had basically told him back when Jane had first come into their lives that at one time he was into him, but V had thought he was just saying that. That deep down Butch would never feel that way for a male, but from his words and actions maybe V wasn't alone in this.
He went to the bathroom door, "Butch, we need to talk about this."
He listened as the shower turned on and leaned on the door. He placed his forehead on the door and waited for Butch to say something.
"No we don't," the cop yelled over the water.
"Yes we do," V didn't care how uncomfortable Butch was with this; it wasn't a walk in the park for him either. He'd been trying for months to make the feelings stop, but it was only getting worse.
"No we don't. We ain't got the time," Butch sounded almost as if he was pleading with him.
"Fine, not now, but we will talk about this," V vowed and went to his own room to clean up.
…
Butch leaned his head on the shower wall and let the hot water run down his back. 'Fuck,' he thought, 'I can't believe I fucking said that out loud.'
'Dammit.' When he'd opened his eyes and saw V stretched out over his chest it had felt so great. Everywhere V touched him he was on fire. Butch had had the best view of V's face to date. And like he said he loved those fucking eyes of his. 'Fuck. I should only feel like this for Marissa, she is my shellan, my life. V is just my best friend, I shouldn't want to fuck him. I shouldn't want anyone but Marissa.'
No more alone time with V. He had to get over this. He had been avoiding it for too long. Butch hurried through his shower making plans to go to church the next night. He needed some alone time and a little praying never hurt. He had to resolve this situation before it got out of hand. Both Marissa and V meant too much to him to hurt them. Or Jane.
…
Blay looked around and knew without a doubt he was headed for the Fade. This was not how or when he wanted his life to end. He had wanted years. He had always thought he'd have more time. That maybe, eventually he would have had a chance with Qhuinn.
Who would look after Qhuinn now? Most likely Layla, Qhuinn favored her, hell he'd slept with her. In his own room and she was fucking perfect. Everything Qhuinn wanted in a shellan. Who was he kidding, he needed Qhuinn, but Qhuinn didn't need him.
"He needs you more than he knows."
"What?" Blay spun around and saw her. In all this white light her black robe was a stark contrast. He hit his knees, "Forgive me."
"I have questions for you. You will answer them truthfully from your heart."
Blay nodded.
"Blaylock, son of Rocke, do you love Qhuinn completely?"
"Yes," there was no hesitation. There was no doubt that he loved Qhuinn with every fiber of his being.
"Would you do anything for me to have him?"
"Scribe Virgin, I would do as you asked without reward."
"Wise answer, Blaylock. Do you wish to mate him?"
"With all my heart."
"I can not change his heart, but if he loves you and you both want this I will give you my blessing. I only ask for one thing, will you do this for me?"
"For him I would give you anything."
"One young every twenty years."