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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Apr 12, 2012 22:18:58 GMT -5
Taken form at the Penthouse after leaving the Pit. Basically spending a whole lot of time staring off at nothing on the balcony. This had been where Butch had saved his ass the first time. First time he'd ever had affection from a male that'd felt good, honest, true. His mind went back inside, not his body though. Couldn't bring himself to bear thinking about what'd gone down there.
Not now.
Maybe not ever. Fuck, that male had given him more than anyone could ever guess. What the hell was tripping up his mind? Where were the feelings coming from again? Did he really want to be intimate, like that, with Butch? Those strong arms that'd held him in some of the darkest moments of his current life. Hands
that'd reached out to his, grabbed on for a one up, touchin him more intimately? Sure he'd been enthralled at the power in that body, even when he was still a human, would it satisfy this craving now clawing it's way to his surface?
Eyes closing at the thoughts, willing his body not to harden Frok the mental movie he had going on upstairs, fuck if he only knew. Yet he was happily mated to Jane, she had that quick wit, also perfect hands, had done more than any female ever for his libido. Annnd back to Butch, his head falling to his shoulders at the same time he felt his phone vibrate.
Didn't want to face Jane, really didn't want to face anyone but he checked the fucker anyway.
Text from Cop. Natch. Meet at the graveyard.
Pulling himself up onto the banister, arms out to the sides, head a mess of fuckery he let himself drop. Wind rushing by, freefalling through space, nothing to do but way for the ground to come and ear his sick ass up.
Nope. Chicken shit he was, last minute had his atoms scattering out and away. Reforming a few feet from Butch's brother's grave. The breath he took was deep as it was long. Didn't think to fuck with his hair or clothes. Just stood there staring at Butch's back. Proud, strong, same male as ever. Fuck, what was there not to be into?
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Apr 12, 2012 22:23:38 GMT -5
Was looking down at Mike's headstone. Simple, as his brother, yet strong and solid. Like he was before the cancer. Spinning the cross in his hands, sensed someone behind him and stiffened, then caught scent of turkish tobacco and vamp and knew it was V.
"Hey." Turned to look at him and frowned, "What the hell man? You went catwalking in a wind tunnel?"
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Apr 12, 2012 22:38:29 GMT -5
Hand-roll in his teeth, ran his gloved curse through his hair and forced a grin. "Naw, just doin' a little flying." Took a step towards Cop, fingering the last part of that smoke. "How you holding up Bro?"
Looked alright, always, but the question was valid. One thing they had in common was burying feelings. Course, he'd be keeping his way, farther than six f__t under.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Apr 12, 2012 22:43:10 GMT -5
Shrugged, "Alright I guess." Ran his fingers over his hair and sighed, "Just hard you know?" He palmed the top of the tombstone and then looked at the small hole in top for someone to leave some flowers.
Glanced at Vishous and for a moment, the Brother seemed far away until he clipped back to him. "Want to help me with something? Your going to need to let the glove go."
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Apr 12, 2012 22:58:39 GMT -5
Watched every move, burning this into his mind then burning that away. Fuck off V now was not the damn time. If ever there was a moment to be his usual self it was here and now.
"Sure, not even gonna ask my man. True." Taking his glove off, hoped Cop would be too into what was doing to notice anything else. After his hand was bare, put the stub of his smoke out in his palm and waited.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Apr 12, 2012 23:03:51 GMT -5
"Mike? Its Butchie. And this is my best friend Vishous. No, scratch that shit. This is my brother Vishous. And he made this" held up the cross, "for you."
He reared up his arm and slammed that cross into the tombstone, cracks spidering out in the granite from the impact. "And this way Mike, you have the blessing of both worlds.The world we had as kids, and the world I live in now. This makes you a part of both." He wiped tears and stepped back to look at Vishous, "Make sure it stays there man."
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Apr 12, 2012 23:19:02 GMT -5
Can we say 'Holy Fuck!' because he'd seen some shit in his day, but that took one of the prizes for biggest spiritual impact. Eyes on his ...damn.. brother, glow starting to light the area up. Nodded once then stepped beside Butch and bowed his own head for a moment. The prayer was Old Language side facing them, under his breath he repeated the words in the same.
Reaching his uncursed hand out, then gripping Cop's shoulder he laid his curse on the grave stone. Steam rose up from the rock, water releasing as he made the metal one with stone. Light burst around them briefly, casting their forms in shadow behind them. Then, it was done, yet he didn't release Butch's shoulder.
"Makes sense, your a strong male Cop. True." Raised his eyes to meet those hazel ones as he spoke.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Apr 12, 2012 23:23:56 GMT -5
Nodded and looked over at Vishous trying to read what as in the vamp's eyes. Too much, and not enough to figure out what he didn't want to, "What's going on V? I keep telling me its my own damn fault for being such a jackass last week. But no, its not is it?"
Looked over at Vishous' hand on his shoulder. "What the fuck is going on?"
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Apr 12, 2012 23:29:09 GMT -5
Removed his hand, whoa and some. What the fuck to say to that? A couple steps away, then turn so his face wasn't all open to Mr Perceptive.
"Now's not the time, we're here to say goodbye to your brother. True?" Lit another hand roll, mind numbing out from all the fantasies he'd run through the past week. Really? That fucking long? Damn sick motherfucker. Made him feel like slamming his head into a tree.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Apr 12, 2012 23:37:55 GMT -5
"Yeah. But that brother," pointing to the still smoldering headstone, "I can't help anymore." Walked up and put a hand on Vishous' shoulder, "This one, I can."
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Apr 12, 2012 23:44:37 GMT -5
Shook his head, dragging long on that smoke. "You don't wanna know Cop. Really fucking don't."
Though that touch sent a vibe along his spine, phantom but it was there. Not like he was getting hard for the guy, yet. More like he was feeling that old familiarity with him. "You remember when you first laid with Marissa?"
Whaaaattt the fuck! Where had that even come from?! He wanted to snatch the words out of the air, stick em in his cursed hand and make em ash. No turning back now.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Apr 12, 2012 23:48:45 GMT -5
He recoiled, stepping away, hand snapping away. He glared, shock registering right along with the what the fucking hell, and nodded, "Yeah. What of it?"
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Apr 12, 2012 23:55:48 GMT -5
Leaned his head back, such a sick bastard. Fuck him if he wasn't working on pushing Butch away rather than keep the close and personal they had going on.
"Chill Bro, I happened in. One of the boys was about to play lookie loo and I closed the curtain." Damn, thing about being who he was? Didn't lie. Never had a need to. Turned around and faced Butch then made eye contact. "I had feelings for you, more than Brother. Course you knew that shit. I'm... well fuck if it's not back again." Ripped his eyes away and started walking. "I'm gone, later man."
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Apr 13, 2012 0:01:18 GMT -5
Grabbed Vishous' arm to stop him, "Why? V, we worked this out a long time ago. That night at the penthouse? I did that for you. But that was the end of it. Why are you getting all twisted up inside again man?"
He sneered and his voice went deadly serious, "I will fuck your shit up sideways if you are even thinking of being in an alley with a chain, a death wish on your brain. You got me? I lost one brother, I won't lose you. But V? We can't go back there again. You have Jane, I have Marissa. And" His voice cracked, "I love you man. Always have. But not like that. I'm sorry. But not like that."
He let go and looked away, jaw tight, a tick there as he ground his molars, "Tell me what to do." Cranked his gaze back to his, "Whatever you need to get your head back to where it needs to be."
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Apr 13, 2012 0:10:57 GMT -5
"You can't do shit, don't you get it. I'm the sick motherfucker, it's all on me." Man was he feeling that one too, now he couldn't even look in Cops eyes, or face. "Buried for you, for me feels like the shit won't ever go away. True."
Moved away, but couldn't bring himself to leave. Wasn't angry so much as confused and mindfucked hard.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Apr 13, 2012 0:31:36 GMT -5
Cursed and hissed out a growl in frustration, "Vishous. You have got to let this shit go. Go home to your shellan and fuck her until I'm no longer in the mix." Looked at him, "What do you want? You want me tell you I feel the same?" Stepped up to him and met his eyes, "I don't man. Never did. That night? In the Penthouse? When I did those things?"
He hated to say it, "It didn't mean anything to me sexually. It didn't do a damn thing. But what did matter? Is I would do anything to save you man. Even something that made me feel ashamed. If would help? I would do it a thousand times more."
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Apr 13, 2012 0:42:15 GMT -5
Oh fuck, reeling mentally as well as wavering just a little on his feet, this wasn't real. He wanted to fuck himself up, not because of the feelings he'd thought; yes thought, were back. Oh hell no, he was fucked because....
"Damn it man. I did all this to you and your still my best friend?" The pain in his eyes was something new that ran to his chest, solidifying the real truth. "Shit, your such an amazing friend." Small shake of his head. "You fucking masochist, being someone like MY friend. You should be the one into abuse, true."
Now that he was feeling it, the real way he was about Butch, the humor was back and his lips twitched. "Want me to loan you a whip, maybe some candles?" Chuckled, then bit his own lip.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Apr 13, 2012 1:04:22 GMT -5
Barked out a strained laugh, "You are sick fuck. Go home to you shellan." Glanced at him, "Don't go this path again. I'll always walk with you. Beside you, in front and behind. But V" gave him a pained look "It hurts that I can't be what you feel I need to be." Put a hand over his heart, "And I hate to see you hurt man."
Couldn't say anymore and walked towards the Escalade. He had to tell Marissa. No more secrets after Mike.
And hoped like FUCK she would understand.
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Apr 13, 2012 1:13:14 GMT -5
Smirked, though damn it finally, after all this time he knew what those feelings really were about.
"You know, on the real? I think I've just never had a true relationship with another male. I mean the brothethood, sure, but kept my distance..." About to really dig into himself when his phone went off. Picking it out of his pocket, 911 from Zee.
"Bro, Zee emergency? He wasn't on rotation." Locked eyes then took to the air.
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