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((ROLEPLAY/FAKE!!!)) My family was killed in the raids and I've sworn to ahvenge them. SV willing, I will not rest until it is so. ((//RP-SL posts 21+ Mature Content @Dehstruction//))

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[The muffled sound of each round leaving the chamber and hitting the clothed, resin-infused gel target was satisfying. More satisfying was the fact that the new rounds didn't mushroom flat the instant they hit. No, these bore straight in, /then/ bloomed like a fucking orchid, shredding more tissue as it corkscrewed home.

Rhage and Phury tripped on these little beauties one night doing Scribe knows what, and brought a couple three or fourteen dozen cases back to the training center to play with. Flipping the release and slapping another full clip into place, I slid off the safety and raised the gun one handed, aiming at the center of the "torso" for a kill shot.]

Ah damn, G, you'd have fun with these babies, wish you were here.

[Letting out a slow breath, I called the target to me. Nothing else mattered in this moment; I was intently focused, finger on the trigger, hand steady. Slowly squeezing off another round, the gun kicked, tipping the barrel up barely enough to make me reline the sights and place the next bullet just shy of top dead center. Another round slammed home a hair above the last. The next drove deep a finger's width below, followed by twelve more shots in rapid succession to cluster around the center, shredding open a fist-size hole in the gel. Like chucking mini cannonballs into sheetrock.

Empty casings rained to the floor like so much metallic confetti, their tinkling unheard through the echo of each shot and the thick scent of gunpowder hung heavily in the air. Clip after clip I unloaded, the target no longer held any semblance of a head and torso, but more like some congealed mass glued to the wall.  With each round sent off, I missed my partner all the more.

His cocky grin as he gave matter-of-fact about angle and trajectory, velocity and where I needed to make improvements.]

Damn smart ass, tellin' me how to shoot a fucking target.

[The words barely mumbled from my lips, because yeah, I needed improvements alright. That night, the one where everything blew up with Qhuinn and Grahve, I spent days wide awake cursing myself for fucking up, and my nights weren't any easier. The lockdown had been lifted, much to everyone's relief but mine. Rotations were still ongoing, but we were minus a.. body. Grahve never showed up for classes or training sessions; my last words to him, I thought said it all. We were good. Grahve and I. All that I meant was that I didn't see less of a male/rotation partner in him than I did before that night.

The last round cleared the chamber, leaving a hot slide wide open and empty. Without missing a beat or losing sight of the mangled pseudo meat sack, my thumb rubbed over the release, dropping the empty clip to the counter and picked up another, slamming it home. Loading the next bullet was second nature, as easy as blinking, as was the pull on the trigger, sending a health dose of lead poisoning on its way.]

I'll show you how to shoot a motherfucking target, G.

[Imagining my partner getting in the zone, his hand steady in that flippant, matter-of-fact without rubbing it in way of his. Or the same way he handled playing any number of Xbox or PS4 games, he could wipe the floor with any one of us and then turn right around and offer to call Fritz for drinks or food and bring it in himself.

Going through a full case of ammo in under 30 was killing time. And the more rounds I burned through, the more the gelled target started looking like one of V's melted-n-mutilated phallic candles (do not ask me how I know. Please, for the love of the Scribe, don't).

Grahve's voice tickled my mind: "... little high and to the left, partner. Let it breathe……"

My hand shook at the sound, focus was being lost in the memory that taunted my mind. And drug my last words out again. What was it about them? Or was it /about/ them? Lowering the gun to the table in front of me and sliding the safety on after clearing the chamber, I inhaled deeply, my chin hitting my chest as my head dropped.

Fuck. What if Grahve thought I meant Q and I were good and when I told him to go, he took it as I was no longer wanted to be his partner? The look on the male's face, the kind that was full of hurt and feeling like he'd been tossed aside and given up on.. God damn it!

Raising the gun, more casings rained around me, my focus all but gone now and my only saving grace was that I knew I was alone when I lost it. Hands shook enough to send at least five rounds into the backstop.

Wherever you are, man..

Redoubling with a deep breath and pushing the feelings aside, I gathered the anger and the hurt and drove it all through the next two boxes of rounds, leaving the target looking less like the aforementioned phallic dream of V's and more like a jellied wookie that had been attacked by an army of rabid squirrels. And I still had another half case of ammo to burn through before First Meal…]

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#BlowingOffSteam #BondedBrothers #SL Co-written @CorruptSoulless and @Dehstruction

Crhis: [I was getting bored as fuck. My hands healed without complications, as if there would have been any, and that left me with a whole lot of time to think. Which was a bad deal for anyone around me at the moment. My self-imposed seclusion was driving me nuts (ironic, right?), and I needed an outlet before I was worth even less to the Brotherhood than I felt. I’d avoided the training center and gym like the plague, not wanting to take the chance that I might run into Qhuinn. Luckily, for me, I had holed myself up at the dorms while he stayed up at the manse. It made for an easy way to stay away from the awkwardness. It would be better that way for a day or more, I kept telling myself. Get my head on straight and all. But I couldn’t sit around any longer an /do/ nothing.

Mind made up, I changed into a set of training gear and headed down the tunnels, trying to squelch the mental commentary. It didn’t help. At least I wasn’t arguing with myself.

Fuck it. If I see him, I see him. Just a trainee heading for a workout, keep in shape til we can get out and kill something.. Just going to pump iron or run or.. whatever I could.

Down one tunnel, left turn, through the door and one more long row before I came up to the double set of doors that led into the training gym. Taking a deep breath, I shoved one door open and went in, my mind clearing and focusing on the reason why I was here: to train and fight Lessers.]

Blay: With determine step I walked towards the gym for a good workout. I was ready to work off some pent up energy. Wrapping my hands up as I walked and I rolled my shoulders a bit to warm them up, this lockdown was getting on everyone’s nerves. Even Tohr was getting growly and if he was getting growly things had gone far since the male was the most even tempered person any of us knew. But I was feeling good, it has been a long time since I felt this carefree and it made me more energetic than was good for any male in the mansion to feel for to long especially when on lockdown. And that was another thing for Wrath to get his head around and lift that shit. Yes  his shellac had been threatened but we couldn't stay cooped up forever because he was scared. Who the fuck wasn't scared to a point, we all were. Until then it was up to each and everyone of us to stay busy. To keep ourselves as relaxed and entertained as we could and that was a task on it's own to deal with when a bunch of warriors and trainees were left to fend for themselves and boredom took over. Entering the gym pushing the door open with my shoulders as I finished wrapping my hands. “Nice.” I flexed my hands a few times making sure the straps weren't tight and sitting well. A grunting sound had me looking up and all the way down the room barely visible around the pillar were Crhis. I walked towards him with a smile, perfect a sparring partner. “Hey man. How's it going?” stopping in front of his treadmill rolling my arms and shoulder as I spoke to warm them up. “How about blowing off some steam with a round of man-to-man sparring session?”

Crhis: [One foot in front of the next. The sweat dripped freely down my shoulders and neck after an hour plus on the treadmill. Logging in more than twenty miles, I was still wound out tight but pushing it through. Another fifteen clicks and I’d go work out the free weights. Snapping the towel off the rail of the treadmill, a quick wipe off, toss to the side with the last one I’d soaked and pushed on until my legs went rubbery.

Slowing the machine down just a notch, I grabbed the bottle of water and slugged it down, adding it to the accumulation that would have Fritz humming with glee for something to clean up. Another few miles rolled by as I worked to keep my mind empty and focused on one foot in front of the other, the things the trainees had gone over in class the last time and how exhausted I could make myself before dropping into bed.

That, I was not looking forward to. And only because my mind wouldn’t shut off. Movement from the corner of my eye got my attention, the male standing there with a grin on his face none other than my cousin. Killing the motor of the treadmill, I dropped to a standstill on wobbly legs in under two breaths, hands grabbing the rail long enough to step off.]

Hey man, I’m doing. [I swallowed a few breaths and glanced over at the sparring mat then back at Blay and chuckled as I took up another clean towel and did a quick wipe down.] Heh, yeah, that sounds good, why not?

Blay: Laughing lightly I watched Crhis get off the treadmill with wobbly legs, it was obvious by his rubber legs and the sweat pouring of the male that he had more than a decent warm up. “Maybe we should have you chug down a gatorade and a protein bar or something for a few minutes before we get started. I don’t want you to go down to hard to fast, it takes away from the joy beating your ass.” I say a huge grin on my face to show I’m being a smart ass. Without waiting for a reply I walk over to the small snack bar area at the other end of the room opening the fridge there and grabbing a drink for the both of us and a protein bar for Crhis. As I turn around the male is already there standing there leaning against the bar counter waiting to be served. I hand him the drink and bar leaning back against the opposite counter and open my bottle of water taking a sip. “So, how’s things? Classes and shit. I’ve heard that Z and Rhage are busting your balls extra much now when there’s a lockdown.” There was so much pent up energy everywhere that everyone was doing their damndest to get that shit out so they wouldn’t go nuts, Z and Rhage had been going hard on the trainees in class.

Crhis: [Food was the last thing on my mind, but since I didn’t want to put up a public fuss I nodded and followed Blay to the snack bar.] Gatorade sounds better than water right now.

[And it did. I chugged water like it was going out of style, but something with taste would hit the spot for now. Taking the drink and protein bar, I cracked the top off the bottle and took a long pull, the cold liquid soothing the dry burn in my throat.]

Classes are good, brutal but needed. [Nodding once to Blay's comment, I had to agree with him. This was my first lockdown and I had to say it was boring as shit. Working out daily was a given even without rotations in order -I'd had plenty of days off and still worked out like I was up next- but with no other outlet, it was bordering on driving me batshit crazy.]

Rhage throws some badass moves around and Z's wicked skills with explosives and the mechanics of it all are only what I /wish/ I had a fraction of skill in. [Tearing into the snack, I made short work of the bite-chew-swallow routine and tossed the wrapper in the recycle and finished off the Gatorade.]

Blay: Something was off with Crhis or rather I knew what was off, everyone knew but I sure as hell wasn't going to bring it up. He didn't need that, he needed to blow some steam off and then chillax with a few comedies or pool. I could suggest that later if the male showed an interest in wanting to hang out. For now this would do for the both of us. I kept the conversation going until he finished his protein bar and drink. I was surprised that he didn't argue and try to get out of it somehow. ”Yeah, Z is killer with the explosives next to V for sure. I swear he gets off on it almost as much as his Shellan.” I say chuckling at mummy own joke. As for Rhage, no one can take away from him that he doesn't know how to throw a punch or two because he does. He's badass! They are great fighters! Damn I miss being out there on the streets.” I walked over to the equipment shelves as I spoke grabbing what we needed only to dump it on the bar top. “You ready to get your ass kicked or what?” I grin wagging my brows.

Crhis: [I nodded at Blay's comments on the Brothers, each thing he said was true about them, and the underlying adoration for the males shone through. I fully concurred.

These males that took the time out of their days and nights to train individuals to fight in this war against the Lessening Society and the Omega, at the expense of time away from both their families and being on the streets protecting the race. Each and every trainee aspired to throw in and do the same. Some just towed along more baggage. Like me.]

I feel ya’, cuz. Nothing pumps the blood like a night out hunting.

[Looking through the equipment the male dumped out, I nodded to myself in approval and flashed Blay a cocky smirk and teased.]

Who says you can lift your boot that high to hit my ass?

Blay: Snorting out a laugh at Crhis cocky and joking attitude I threw a few air punches and ended with a high kick for no other reason than to show off. “I think I can handle myself just fine, even for the half old male I’m becoming.” I say winking at Crish punching him on the shoulder so he rock back on his heels. “Get yourself ready, kiddo” I drag the word out to emphasize it and trigger him a little. I know that Crhis been feeling off lately, racking himself down and taking the blame for loads of shit that wasn’t his to feel guilty about. The whole thing with his family wasn’t just extremely sad but was still affecting him negatively. I was glad my parents had taken him in when he had no one else and that we were given a chance to become each other’s family now. I knew he had what it take to become a fine warrior if only he would let go of the past and not let it keep eating him from the inside out. I was going to help build him up, get his confidence back so he could let the past go and move on, or should I say, I’d try by becoming the brother maybe both him and I needed. “Come on, warrior, get your ass up in that ring and fight like your life is depending on it!” I Jumped up parting the two ropes raising my eyebrow at him in a ‘are your coming or not’ question.

Crhis: [Blay's taunt and minor showcase moves made me grin a little behind the gruff snort I let out. He was trying to make me feel better, but even that wouldn't bring them back, nothing would. I had the last few years to play the self-guilt card, and frankly, it was getting old and worn like a favorite jacket or boots. Eventually it needed replacing by something better, more durable.

Following Blay and stepping into the ring, I worked for a minute to focus. Training. That's why I was here: to train with the Brothers and help in the war against the race. The Omega and his spawn of baby powder minions needed eradicating, and who better to exterminate them than us.]

Right, cuz. Hold on to your fangs. This is gonna tickle a little.

[Bracing my feet and bouncing on my toes for balance, I gave a few air punches to stretch and then gave Blay a nod.]

Blay: And so the dance began, I let Crhis get a few good punches in and get his head in the game, doing so by tapping him a few times to in those sensitive places if for no other reason than to get his head in the game. Crhis had a temper and we all knew it and tapping into that would make sure he put whatever fuckery going on behind him, at least for now. I could see the second I managed to get him annoyed, his eyes sparkled and he gave me that look, and chin out. He came at me and got me good before I ducked under his next blow only to get him in his left side. “Oh, come on little man, is that all you got.” I teased urging him on not standing still but moving around waiting for him to come at me. I was breathing hard but smiling, this was fun and getting Crhis to wake up and liven up some instead of seeing his mopy face was a bonus. And then when the opportunity open I charged him going for a quick jab to the jaw and then his opposite side.

Chris:  [Like a well choreographed dance, we dodged and punched, hit the mats and rolled back up to spin and kick, losing track of time. At first I thought Blay was humoring me by letting me get in a few good connecting shots, but I knew better when he’d started darting back in with hits that spoke of year’s worth of experience.

Watching mine cousin and trying to anticipate his next move took my focus off dwelling on what had plagued my wellbeing over the past days. And I was glad for the distraction because I almost didn’t catch Blay’s move in time. The blow to my jaw caught me square and the subsequent hit to my ribs knocked the wind out of me, knocking me off balance and pissing me off with the ribbing.]

I’ll show you a little man. [Spitting sideways without taking my eyes off my opponent, I growled low and launched where I thought Blay would next bounce to, catching the male above the belt with a shoulder and took him down to the floor in a wild sprawl, his flippant retort cut off. The warrior’s body flatbacked with a cursed grunt and on the next breath flipped in a twisted backwards somersault, my arm caught in the bend of his body and torqued around behind me before I could peel my nose off the matting.

It felt like a loaded semi had parked over my real estate, my shoulder and arm a screaming burn of muscle. Gritting my teeth and trying to twist my way out from underneath, it wasn’t happening; my redheaded cousin had locked himself down hard and I was going nowhere.]

FUCKER! [My free hand slapped the mat in forfeit of the session and just as instantly the pressure eased off the burn, air rushing to fully inflate my lungs with a bruised ego fueled chuckle. A pair of feet filled my vision and an offered hand up, which I took with another grumble, knocking my fist to Blay’s and turned to swing the circulation back into my arm and shoulder. Walking back to the small bar and grabbing two fresh bottles of water, I handed one to Blay and snagged up a clean towel to wipe the sweat off my face.]

You’re gonna have to teach me those moves of yours, cousin. Especially that backwards flip twist. That could be a real bone buster with more torque.

[The crack of the plastic bottle caps filled the silence for a moment while we rehydrated and caught our breath before getting into a heated discussion on the finer points of takedown maneuvers.

Which ended up in more demonstrations.]

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#Part2 #NightIn

#Part2 #NightIn Co-written by @ToTheGrahve, @Dehstruction and @Qhuinn_BDBFM

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Qhuinn:   *Lockdown was a shit show and then some, especially when the only ones unaccounted for were Crhis and Grahve.  Their fellow trainees told Cop that they were headed out to the Iron Mask last time they spoke to them, and that’s where I was heading right now.  Scattering my molecules into the cool night air, the landscape below me blurred into one until I slowed as I got closer to my destination.  Taking form in the darkest part of the alley behind the club was easy enough since human eyes couldn’t see shit back here.  

I headed into the club and straight up to the VIP section.  Nada. Standing by the window, overlooking the dance floor, mismatched eyes scanned the entire club and still found nothing.  Fuck.  The only place I was yet to look were the bathrooms, and if they were there… Yeah.  Shit was about to go down, and there was no telling which way it would hit the fan.

I turned and waved a hand at the waitress throwing her off.  Okay, I wasn’t my usual self, but I wasn’t here to drink and pick up ass.  I was here on a mission, and as I made my way to the back where the bathroom stalls were, I closed my eyes as the scent of sweat and sex hit me.  A low growl vibrated through me and it wasn’t the good kind of growl.  No. I was fucking pissed off.  

As I stood at the entrance of the men’s bathroom, I contemplated my next move.  Check every stall to see if they’re in it?  I couldn’t sense them here, but I hadn’t been with either of them for about a year, so I wouldn’t sense them.  Fuck.  There was no way I was about to interrupt them if they were at it anyway.  Choices and all that.

Leaving them to go back to the mansion on their own wasn’t an option.  Not with the threat out there.  They could handle themselves, but Lash was a tricky bastard, and I wasn’t leaving anything to chance.  I made up my mind to hang around the far entrance of the bathrooms to see if they emerge, and as I leaned back against the wall, my phone vibrated in my jacket pocket.  It was Cop letting me know that Crhis and Grahve had returned and were both in the dorms.

I let out a curse and headed out the club and back to the alley, dematerializing back home*

Crhis: [Pushing Grahve's head down into the mattress, my pace slowed a fraction, just enough to shift closer and then it was all consuming once again. The scent of sex so thick in the air you could carve it up; my hindbrain throwing warning bells that the door was unlocked and the peanut gallery beyond the walls could hear everything from the grunts, groans, quiet demands and growls to the shattered lamp that we'd managed to fuck off the end table. Bedding strewn about as half the furniture haphazardly rearranged, the outside world was strangely shut off.

I didn't think: I fucked. My partner was twofold that. Shunting my hips hard into G's and wrapping an arm around his waist, I pulled him back up against me and clapped my free hand around his throat with a growl. Sweat slicked skin greased the two of us, my hips beating an up-thrust tempo that drowned out everything around us.]

Grahve: My body was a riot of sensation. It was all that mattered. Not the room. Not the walls. Not anything outside them either. My fingers were a tangle in the sheets as I clung to the mattress, nearly ripping the pillow in half with my fangs as I tried not to cry out. My cock was a hard line against my thighs and abdomen, my balls aching for release as I held off and rode wave after wave of pleasure.

Crhis pulled me up, the hand at my throat maintaining the control I was plenty ready to let him have. I mean, wasn’t that part of what this night had been about? My partner, needing to let loose and take control. Points to me for being a fucking /excellent/ facilitator.

A moan dragged itself past my lips as the male thrust into that sweet spot, and damn if I didn’t nearly lose it. I may have been pinned against the slick heat of his body, but my hands were free to do whatever they damn pleased, and one of them wrapped around my aching length, stroking to match his thrusts.

The air shifted, and reflexively my eyes went to the door. My hand went still as shock punctured the erotic haze. Qhuinn stood in the doorway, one hand on the door handle, the other a fist as those incredible dual eyes stared at us. A part of me whiplashed into fear; if Q possessed any of the bonded male urges Crhis had I was about to see another ass kicking. Or my death. But another part whispered at me that even now, the male looked good. Great. Hot AF.

…fuck.

Qhuinn:   *I followed the scent of sweat and sex which led me to the dorm room that chilled my blood.  From the scent and the sounds I knew who was inside, but I opened the door to look and the sight that greeted me filled me with the kind of anger I didn’t know I possessed.  My hands clenched into tight fists as I watched my male… Crhis… fuck Grahve like his life depended on it.  

Grahve noticed me standing in the doorway, and seeing him at the fine turn, about to explode had my cock rock hard and throbbing in my leathers.  Lifting a finger to my lips and winking to silence him, I stepped inside the room and silently closed and locked the door.  

Leaning back against the closed door, arms crossed over my chest, I watched the two males and stayed quiet for them to finish.  I wasn’t about to begrudge them their pleasure, but I wanted Crhis to know I had been here for the grand finale.  

I focused on Grahve’s face and blocked Crhis out completely, because I knew if I didn’t, this would end in bloodshed*

Crhis: [My nuts ached with the deep burn of a hard release begging off, but like all things lately, I was in for the longest haul I could ride out. Gripping G's hip and growling something that didn't make any sense, the change in his posture tipped his pelvis enough to let me drive harder and deeper than before.

All other thoughts were locked away, compartmentalized and just…. gone. Fingers dug into the meaty flesh of the male's side, my head dropping to his shoulder as a rush hit me full on.

The tip of my cock tingled, balls sucking up deeper and I knew this release would net the both of us a little breather; we'd been fucking since double tapping the female at the club, and that started as soon as we were able to demat from the compound to the club. Blinding sensation rode my shaft and made laps around my boys before shagging my spine with the endgame. Some deep-throated grunt echoed between our heartbeats and bellowed curses bounced off Grahve's shoulder while my hard grip held him firm in spite of the jackhammer-pounding my hips were tattooing his ass with and poured the contents of my balls into him.

Minutes passed.. or had it been hours into dawn?.. before I caught my breath enough to slide my hands over my partner's skin and… wait. Grahve hadn't moved, at least not that I'd consciously felt him. Drawing back and shifting to my feet with a stretch, I reached down and smacked his ass.]

Food and a hot shower, yeah?

[When Grahve didn't immediately reply, I looked up, half expecting to see him face first on the bed asleep, or, I don't know, something. But it wasn't G I saw.

A universe of emotion ran the gauntlet through me, breaking down the locked door like a racehorse bursting through the gate. Possessiveness. Anger. Surprise. Envy. Anxiety. Sadness. Guilt. Hope. Every one of those bastards were neck and neck jockeying for first place.

My pulse picked up and it wasn't from the marathon fuck sesh I'd just been in. Those green and blue eyes seared into mine as my heart dropped.]

Qhuinn.

Grahve: I wish I could say my climax had been as earth shattering as Crhis’, but damn, when a third party was staring you down with sex /and/ murder in their eyes, it was hard to stay in the mood.

My body ached at my partner’s release, at the heat and friction of him, but I didn’t find my own, instead waiting for the male’s train to roll into the same station I was delayed in; Oh fuck, I’ma Die Central. Even as he slid away from me, as the connection broke, I knew the instant he became aware of our voyeur. A stillness swept the room, the quiet before the storm. Then his name.

‘Qhuinn’.

It didn’t matter that it was one word; there was so much feeling behind it, so much complicated emotion that I almost winced to hear it. Then I was shifting off the bed, standing between them. Buck naked, still hard, covered in sweat. And other things. I’d never, ever, been in a more awkward situation.

“I… should go…”

I think? I mean, I dunno what the fuck I was supposed to do but Qhuinn walking in on us making it like bunnies wasn’t how I’d pictured ending the night; and I still didn’t wanna die. No guarantees I wouldn’t yet either as I snagged up a sheet and tried to wrap it around my waist, taking one tentative step toward the door.

Qhuinn:   *To say my life had been one shitstorm after the next was the understatement of the year and boy oh boy it wasn’t done with throwing whatever it could at me.  As I watched Crhis and Grhave fucking to their heart's content, well, Crhis anyway, I felt nauseated.  The rollercoaster of emotions that filled me had me spinning so damn bad, I was sure the contents of my stomach would make an appearance on the floor.

The look on Crhis’s face when he saw me, was priceless.  My name leaving his lips in a heart stopping whisper, was filled with emotion and that told me all I needed to know.  The anger that filled me was subdued by a sense of dread.  A whirlwind of emotions made an appearance long enough to have my mind reeling and then some, until all the emotions left and only one remained.  Disappointment.

I wasn’t sure who I was disappointed in.  Crhis… for fucking Grahve, or myself for thinking Crhis and I had more than we obviously did. Who was I fooling anyway thinking we had something more.  The word MINE formed in my mind and I quickly scowled it back into hiding.  That word had no place in this fucking room and nor did I.

There would be no judgement from me.  Scribe knows I’ve had my fare share of sexual partners before and after Crhis.  My mismatched eyes had been set on Crhis the entire time but as Grahve spoke my eyes shifted to him, pinning him with a cold look*

Stay where you are.

*My voice cold and emotionless.  My heart raw and aching as I turned my focus back to Crhis*  Yes, that’s my name.  5 gold stars for you.  Thanks for keeping me entertained.  Who’s next?  

Crhis:  [Grahve's voice barely registered that he was still in the room but all I could see was the male with blue and green eyes who consumed my every day and night time thoughts.

The same male that told me more than once that he wasn't giving up seeing other people to go exclusive. And as a kick to the gut with that little reminder, we hadn't been together since even or spoken to each other except for training and classes. So Qhuinn couldn't have been looking for me; he'd been looking for my partner.

Whom he'd just walked in on me fucking.

This night wasn't going to end well, as if it started that way back at the club. All the emotion that flooded me moments ago had drained dry just as fast, leaving the familiar tick of anger that had always been my go-to. But as I spoke, even that steam fizzled out and I felt hollow.]

What the fuck? No one's next.

You thought I did this for your “entertainment”? Fucking Scribe.

[Growling a low curse and shaking my head, I started looking around for my clothes to get dressed. I figured I'd leave the two of them to discuss whatever between them and I'd hit the showers down in the training center.]

Grahve: My hands stalled for a moment as I tied the sheet, then managed to finish it. Swallowing down a fresh flutter of nerves, I stayed where I was, my hands falling to my sides and balling into fists. Qhuinn’s tone was frigid, the coldest I’d ever heard him speak, let alone to me. Yeah, I wasn’t a fan, but considering the situation I wasn’t altogether surprised.

The emotional tension in the air wafting from one male to the other was almost painful. Made worse from me being the man on the outside looking in. Nothing /I/ said was going to help them right now; not even when I could sense that this feuding hurt them both. Couldn’t they see this? They wanted each other… they just didn’t know ‘how’ to want each other.

“Look, clearly you two need to talk this shit out. Preferably without me in the middle ‘or’ me on the floor, bloody and in pain. Unless you’d like a referee. Could probably do that,” I added, wondering if I was starting to ramble. Probably was. Side effect of being nervous as fuck. “Just cause, well, you two clearly only have eyes for each other and I reckon if I actually shut up long enough you’d forget I was here anyway and I could just walk out…”

At the looks on both their faces I shut up. One, because I didn’t wanna bleed any time soon, and two, cause I was now gonna use that idea and get the fuck outta here the second they were too busy dealing with each other. There was only so much awkward love and sexual tension I could handle in a room this size.

Qhuinn:   *My mismatched eyes reflected my mood as I gave Crhis a once over while he spoke.  Some part of me wanted to rip him to shreds while another part of me cursed about this situation being partly my doing.  I’d been avoiding Crhis for months and I’d gone out of my way to treat him like any other trainee.  Nothing special, right?  Well, fuck.  He was special and the crystal clear fact that right now he didn’t know how special, was on me.  I made him believe he meant nothing more than a fuck here and there.  

Truth was, I started pulling away from him because he started meaning too much to me.  I thought putting distance between us would do the trick to get my mind on a different track, but the way I felt right now, while and after seeing him with Grahve was a ball buster reality check.  

The only problem… I was too fucked off to tell him any of that.  I could feel my body vibrating on a level that spelled doom, and it took a few moments and a couple of really deep breaths, while Grahve was yacking, to get my shit together enough to let out a cold, but not life threatening reply to both the males in the room*

Both of you will get dressed and sit your fucking asses down.

*Before Crhis got a chance to object, I added*  It’s not open for debate.  Sit the fuck down.

*Once both were dressed and sitting on the bed, I walked over to the far corner of the small dorm room and crossed my arms over my chest.  My tone dropped from cold to almost luke warm*

The mansion is on lockdown.  We have all the time we need to sort this out.  Let’s start by stating the obvious here.  I’ve been fucking both of you and I see you’ve been fucking each other too.  There was a time that I would be impressed or interested in joining this party, but that time has long passed for me.  I’ve always been a straight shooter and a heads up would have sufficed, but since you two fucks choose to do what you please, it’s time I tell you how things are gonna go.

*With arms still crossed over my chest, I started a slow pace from wall to wall*

Whatever this *waving my hand between the two males* is, now is the time to tell me how serious it is.

Crhis: [Ice blue eyes flashed up to the male's blue and green ones, a very fine, FUCK YOU I'M OUT on the tip of my tongue ready to drop at the male's feet and be on my way. I'd only half heard what G had said, something about “having eyes for each other” was about all that filtered and I kicked it into the file folder I labeled NMB - Not My Biz. Between them was just that: between them. And I’d only suckered myself into the middle of shit I wasn’t ready to deal with.

But something held me in check and to say I took my sweet time getting dressed would have been overkill. Clothes had been flung far and around and with less thought than it took to blink; neither Grahve nor myself had any other thought in our minds once the door clicked shut behind us.

Dropping my ass on the bed, the only piece of furniture in the room that was big enough sans the floor, and finished lacing my shitkickers, my arms crossed my chest in a tight knot as I stared ahead to avoid looking at the hulking body that was making grooves in the hardwood. Whatever the warrior had to say to Grahve wasn’t something I needed to sit in and play witness to. Add to the fact that my partner looked less than pleased at being ordered around like some young. It didn't set well with me either. Grahve was pissed; aside from pointing it at Lessers and acting on it, it wasn't a look I wanted directed at me.

Surprisingly, it didn’t feel like it was. Go fig.

All manner of retorts filed a long line to answer Qhuinn. From Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me who I can and can’t fuck? to, Why do you even care? Or this one, None of your fucking business, you fuck who you want without a ‘courtesy heads up’, so why should it matter who I fuck? Why are you putting Grahve through this? Are you going to fuck him in front of me now as payback? Propose to the male? Fuck.. the shitstorm brewing in my mind of what could possibly be blurted out without thought made me put a lockdown of my own on my mouth until I could sort shit.

Damn Lassiter and his talks about keeping shit cool and thinking things through. Mother. Fucking. Angel. Anger. Therapy.]

This was the first time we....

Grahve: “Not,” I cut in over Crhis (assuming he’d been going to say what was on the tip of ‘my’ tongue), “that it’s /any/ of your business.”

Sure, I had self preservation instincts, but I also had this handy thing called a spine. Playing the meek and mild child seated on the edge of the bed was /so/ not happening. I’d been hunting Lessers and the like by myself for decades. I was a fighter, a soldier, before I’d even come to Caldwell. And getting caught between these two males and their bucket-of-Bonded-Male-fuck-it was working my last nerve.

Getting up, my hands fisted at my sides to stay ready lest ‘someone’ attacked. I glared.

“You wanna talk about not sharing when you literally started screwing me without ever once telling me or Crhis the other was a bed buddy of yours? Fuckin’ hypocrite much? You don’t get to come in here all wounded soldier and talk down to him, to us, like we’ve betrayed you or done something wrong. YOU set the rules for this game, buddy,” I growled low. “And now you’re pissed off ‘cause we’re playing exactly how you showed us. You wanna be done with games and all this shit?”

I thrust a finger at Crhis, the guy I’d taken a bullet for and would again, while staring down Qhuinn, the Brother who’d dared take a chance on some smart ass, gun toting stranger. My heart ached as my voice wavered.

“Fucking /m-mate/ him. Otherwise you’re just a bastard that wants to have his cake and eat it too.”

I took a step away from the bed, away from them both, and let out a shaky breath. Staring between them, I tried to ignore the fear. Not the fear of pain or injury, but the fear of loss. I cared for these males, more even than I cared for myself, but if I was in any way what was tearing them apart? Then I had to remove myself from the equation. If they couldn’t make the call… I could make it for them. It would be my last gift; the hope that I could help mend whatever was broken.

Qhuinn:   *The tension in the room hung like a thick rope around my neck.  Crhis’s actions didn’t match his voice or his words.  He was aggressive on the best of days and the aggression oozed off him now, but Grahve…  This little fucker went from 0 to 100 with an attitude to boot.  

I had a good mind of shoving my shitkicker up his ass, but he had a point.  I was the one with the commitment issue and it has always been better to fuck around with whoever, rather than get too close to one person who can end up crushing the living breath from your lungs when things went south.

Walking over to Grahve, I poked my finger at his chest  My voice dripping with warning*  Get the fuck out.  Now.

*Without waiting to see if he left, I focused on Crhis*  You didn’t answer my fucking question.  How serious are things between you and Grahve?

Crhis:  [My eyes widened then narrowed. What the fuck did Grahve just say? Yeah, I didn’t find out until after the fact that Qhuinn was fucking both of us, and that was when the warrior dropped the little bomb that he wasn’t giving up his extracurricular with Grahve. When all that stopped between us, and the less than subtle ignoring I’d gotten from the male during outside training and classes, I came to accept that Qhuinn had made his choice in my partner. Didn’t have to like it, but whatever. I accepted.

Not one of my brighter ideas to fuck my rotation partner, but no way to turn back from that now. We’d both gone into that little activity heavy handed and willingly participated without reservations. I stood in a rush, ready to break between the two of them if fists went to flying; G did take a bullet for me, and I’d be damned to hell if I wasn’t going to have his back if shit headed south for any reason. Most of what my partner said was what I too had thought, but kept my mouth shut. What I couldn’t get a grip on was that fact that my mind still trying to reel around what Grahve said about mating. Which had to be a joke. Right?

Only.. neither male was laughing.

The instant G stepped back for a breather my own lungs deflated, my body taking on a prickly feeling, but I still kept an eye on the two of them. Just in case. And yet, Q still made another move to my partner, this time telling him to leave before turning those mismatched eyes on me.]

You know, I think I did answer that. But since you must have missed it, I’ll be gracious enough to say it again. [I caught Grahve out of the corner of my eye, standing back like he was waiting for something. To jump in, or to bolt, I didn’t know.] I got this, G, we’re good.

[I never looked away from Qhuinn as got in his face and spoke.] It was a one time thing. First time. /Only/ time.

[The words stung more than I thought they would have, but it was simple truth. Grahve was my partner, my (only) friend and I wasn’t going to jeopardize that by making more out of our quick-n-rough romp than it was. Qhuinn could very well end up being my fucking kryptonite.]

Grahve: That… hurt a lot more than I thought it would. With Crhis’ affirmation I should go I turned for the door, but not before catching my partner’s final words. It felt like a blow, my head twitching as I sucked in a breath then shook it off.

It was the final kick in the ass I needed to open the door and step out, shutting it quietly behind me. Mercifully the trainee area was quiet, no one around to witness my walk of shame back to my own room as I took one unsteady step after another.

My hand curled around the door handle but stopped there. The idea of going into the double room with only myself as company seemed positively atrocious. Leaning forward, I rested my head against the hardwood and closed my eyes. The past ten minutes played out in my head, a dizzying re-run that only made my stomach flip and turn harder.

Was that it? I’d walked out. They both wanted me to leave. We were… done.

I gasped at the sharp punch to my gut, the ache around my heart.

“What the fuck…”

...if this was love, connection… then I was glad I hadn’t bothered with it most of my life. It hurt in ways I didn’t know how to heal. Bullet wounds needed stitches and bandages, but this? I didn’t know what medical tools or equipment could excise this ache.

Pushing back from the door, I turned and strode toward the exit. Pushing all that messy, painful emotion to the back of my mind, I closed the door on it and locked it down fuckin’ tight. With any luck, about fifty drinks would help me forget where I hid the key.

Qhuinn:   *The air shifted as the two males exchanged words and glances.  Two males who clearly cared more for each other than Crhis was admitting.  Not my fucking problem right now.  I wanted this shit show to be over with.  I wanted out of this room.  Without turning to watch Grahve leave, I felt the sting as the door closed. That fucker grew on a male and he had worked his way into some resemblance of feelings in my life.  

Whatever.  It was fucking over now.

Aggression and irritation exuded from Crhis’s life force.  Our faces were mere inches apart and I was tempted to grip the back of his neck and crush my lips to his, but instead, I curled my lips over my fangs, growling the words*  Yeah, fucking right.  

The anger on Crhis’s face stung because deep down I knew I was the cause of all of this. I was the one who pushed him away. Whatever transpired here with these trainees tonight was nothing more than two single males fucking, and I had no right to be pissed off about it.

The question now…  Do I still want this to work with us.

#NightIn Part 2 - #BondedBrothers

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#TraineesNightOut #Part1

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Crhis: [Pushing open the door to the room I used to share with Vincent, I disarmed, cleared and did a quick cleaning of my weapons before locking them up. Normally I'd take my time cleaning each piece as a way to keep my mind off the one who invaded my waking moments. Those piercing blue and green eyes, tall and broad of shoulder, corded muscles that bulged and flexed with strength, all tied into a V that only drew the eye lower and left nothing to the imagination of what lie concealed behind tight leathers…..

Shaking the thought from my mind with a growl I half cut off, I paused only long enough to glance over at the empty bed across the room and remind myself that Vincent was no longer a working concern for any of my outbursts. The night had been undeniably rough, even for us. Too many of the Brothers took a on the last rotation, V and Murhder taking the worst of the night's tally. #Phury was on point though, his Chosen were lined up to offer feedings to those in need. Wrath put a hold on rotation until further notice as well as training and classes.

Didn't mean the facilities were off limits. The target range was welcoming and that was when I hit up Grahve for some target practice. The male was a crack shot and then some. When we finished littering the floor with casings we agreed to clean up and hit the Iron Mask for a change of scenery. That was why the hurry-up-n-wait on cleaning my pieces.

A quick shower and clean clothes 20 minutes later, my feet hit the path to Grahve's door.] Yo, G. You ready?

Grahve: There was definitely a plus to having my own room. For one, walking around buck ass nude after a shower was excellent. Two, I had more room to spread out. So while my rumpled bed sheets and drooled on pillow sat to one side, the neatly made bed on the other held my outfit. You can take the word ‘outfit’ with a grain of salt, by the way.

I wasn’t what you’d call ‘fashion savvy’, what with clothes being one hundred percent the last thing I ever worried about while travelling the world. So long as I had some on my back and covering the fun bits, that was fine with me.

What had blown me away was that trainees actually got a salary from the Brotherhood. On top of being incredible fighters, they also acknowledged that if you were going to risk your neck for the race and learn how to blow shit up while being shot at, you probably deserved some funds on the side. Can we say ‘Legends’?

I hadn’t exactly done much with said salary though. The odd new piece or tech to upgrade my weapons, sure. Otherwise? Nada. Until the clothes. And wouldn’t you know it, apparently the doggen were thrilled to help out with this. It was some magical doggen (probably Fritz) that had somehow gotten my measurements and purchased not one but FIVE sets of black jeans, several shirts, tanks and dress shirts, all in varying shades of black, grey, white, and interestingly, green. Like, a dark green.

It was the green I donned tonight, with a white tank underneath, and the black (duh) jeans. Shit kickers laced, hair mussed and grinning like a tool, I yanked open the door for Crhis a few seconds after he knocked.

“Let’s do this! I don’t think I’ve been out since Gangnam Style was a thing. Did Lassiter ever hear about that one? Surprised it didn’t get blasted through the manse six times a day. You look good by the way.”

‘Good’ was probably an understatement. Crhis looked edible. I wondered if the doggen shopped for him, then stopped shy of asking. Crhis probably had style before he got to the manse.

Crhis: [A laugh, genuine, and freeing of sorts, burst past my lips.] Gangnam is old school shit. It has its place I guess. Let's just hope Lassiter doesn't follow us down there with a serenade escort.

[An’ holy fuck.. as I took in the male, Grahve was decked out in some slick threads. The male made shit look good. I was taken aback a little by his compliment but covered with a smirk.]

Thanks man, just casual prowling attire. I'm ready to let fucking loose. [The pit of my stomach clenched at the little reminder hidden in the back of my mind on the specifics of /why/ we were both dressed to attract attention: I needed to get my mind free of Qhuinn. The friendship Grahve and I forged was a gift from the Scribe, it just took me a while to see it. Shifting my focus to the plan ahead, I tossed a grin to my partner and dematted to the Iron Mask.] 

Grahve: I was hot on Crhis’ molecular heels as we ghosted down to the Iron Mask. It almost felt weird to be out on the streets of Caldwell and /not/ feel like a walking armory, but here we were, both looking good and ready to play instead of kill.

Appearing in the alley beside the club, we stepped out and beelined it for the door. Security took one look at us and nodded, stepping aside to let us pass. The heavy thump of the music, the kind that threatened to change the very rhythm of your heart, greeted us as we paused on the threshold, taking it, and every human, in. I whistled long and low.

“Damn, sometimes I forget just how intense these places get,” I mutter, knowing full well Crhis would hear me. “Why not just make clothing optional?” I add, eyeing a few human men and women that were wearing, if you believed the labels, clothing. Scraps was probably closer to accurate.

Gliding past the dancefloor and its assortment of depravities to take a private table, with a view, I flagged down the waitress with a winning smile. She dimpled, taking in a deep breath that lifted her cleavage at least two inches.

“Sweetheart, can I please get ten shots of whatever you wanna surprise me with.”

“Sure thing,” she purred, looking to Crhis. She tried to be subtle in the up and down glance, but there was only so much subtlety involved when you were eyefucking someone to within an inch of their life. “Are there more of you coming?”

“No doll. They’re all for us. In fact, if you see us both sitting here with empty glasses, probably a good idea to just bring another round, cool?”

I didn’t wait for her to answer, instead sliding into the booth and sinking into the leather with a happy sigh. Happy if I didn’t imagine what exactly could end up on these leather seats…

“Hope you didn’t mind that drink order. You hunting yet?” I muse conversationally, eyeing my partner as he watched the dancefloor.

I didn’t blame the waitress for visually devouring him; he looked edible. She wasn’t the only one to notice either. Sitting at a private table and looking like Crhis did, you could see every man and woman for ten feet considering their prospects for the evening. If the male wanted to forget about the past, he was going to have more than enough distractions for the night.

Crhis: [The fresh air of Caldwell was instantly missed the second we passed over the threshold and into the club. The mass of writhing bodies reminded me of a headless snake whose carcass was still enjoying motion. Add in some oppressive heat, both of temperature and human hormones, thumping noise that vibrated the very air and you'd have the Iron Mask in all it's appeal. My wingman was spot on with his verbal assessment.] Got that right. Wonder if they ever air the place out.

[The waitress wasn't bad on the eyes but a little more suggestive than I was hungry for at the moment. Though I wasn't here to turn down a free offer either and settled in the private section reserved for the VIPs. As Grahve dished out the liquid order, I spent the moment seeking out something I could start with. And there was a lotta fish to choose from.] Nah man, it’s all good. I might have died of thirst if you weren't with me.

[I flashed the male a smirk and continued perusing the live menu, picking out a few appeteasers. The waitress came back lickitysplit, popping the shots down left and right, her heavily made up eyes dragging over Grahve and then focusing on me. The rubberband she called a shirt was definitely getting more of a work out than Gold’s Gym and 24 Hour Fitness combined. A little suck n’ fuck with a side of mind scrub might do for starters.] I am so def hunting… 

Grahve: Flashing a smile of thanks to the waitress, I eyed Crhis as he made a sexual grocery list. Reaching for the first shot, I threw it back without waiting, swallowing the burn with relish.

“Just a heads up, if you don’t help me drink these, I /am/ going to drink them all myself.”

And that was about all the warning the male was getting as I grabbed up another glass.

“Have you decided on any front runners? I mean,” I grinned, lifted the shot in a toast and downed it as well, “...is there a type you’re running for? I’m also new to the idea of wingman signals so you may need to run over a few with me,” I add, winking over at my partner and thoroughly enjoying myself.

Finding targets with Crhis? No problem. Finding one night stands? Well… it wasn’t gonna be for lack of volunteers at least, so maybe all I needed to do was sit back, smile and wave as he plowed his way through the Iron Mask? And hey, I was /totally/ fine with that. If my job at the end of the night was to carry his sex stained drunk ass back to the manse, I would. I’m just that good a friend.

Crhis: No ya don't. [Growling in teasing irritation at the threat to be left dry before I'd found the right dish, I reached over and grabbed a shot, shotgunned it, slid the empty aside and grabbed another. The liquid shot hit my gut with a spread of warmth that lasted all of 3 seconds. One or two more and it wouldn't even register.

A pair of C cups strapped into some fake leather mini-vest and skirt caught my eye. And apparently I'd caught hers.]

Yeah, man. 8 o’clock, with the long red hair.  [She was tall without the aid of heels, and when my gaze made it back to her eyes, she knew she was hooked and I was doing the reelin’ in. The female slowly made her way free and headed toward the bar, and the private bathrooms, looking over her shoulder only once.]

If I'm not back in 10, order another round. This first one won't take long. [I grabbed up two more shots and barely tasted the burn that rode my throat like I was about to do to the redhead.] 

Grahve: ‘This first one.’

I bit back a smile as I shook my head, grabbing another shot as I watched the male stalk after the female like a lion after a gazelle. She sure as shit wasn’t gonna be frolicking across the sahara after this.

“Hey honey, you want some company?”

Glancing up and to the side, all I saw was chest. Lots of it. Barely clad chest. Which matched the barely clad hips. In fact, I was willing to bet both strips of material that encircled her waist and her cleavage were in fact identical. Can we say hourglass?

“That chair happens to be taken,” I murmur, tilting my head toward Crhis’ seat. “However, my lap is free?” I offer with a charming smile that was only slightly undercut by the devil in my eyes. Whoops?

She took the hint, smiling as she turned and lowered that shapely rear into my lap. Her scent wasn’t obnoxious like so many others here; she’d put just enough to compliment herself and no more. My nose could appreciate the consideration. Her hair was an auburn mane, silky smooth, and now that she was settled right over the most interested part of me and off those heels, I knew she barely reached my chest. I’d never thought myself the type to play with dolls yet here I was…

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

She bat her lashes and smiled. “Cherise. Yours?”

“Gray,” I replied smoothly, pulling on an old name from a long dead past. “And do you charge, Cherise?”

She swat my chest with a playful harumph, still smiling. “No, sugar. I like to find the interesting ones and see what happens.”

“You think I’m interesting?”

“I think you ignored every single set of eyes that came your way to focus on your friend. Oh wait,” a look dawned on her face, “are you into him?”

Crhis: [My feet crossed the floor space, dodging bodies and a bouncer, after the redhead and met the tall female in the dimly lit hallway. Without a word or a second glance she pushed the door open and I followed her in. Half a second was all it took for the female to turn and drop to her knees, peeling my zipper down to free my thick cock and go to work. Hot wet lips wrapped around my head as I let out a hiss, clamping my mouth closed to keep my fangs from doing a show-n-tell and let my head drop back for a few deep strokes.

Which turned out to be a mistake. Blue and green eyes danced behind my lids, attached to Red’s mouth; all that was missing was his scent. And the way his hands knew how to work an orgasm from my balls. Yeah, no. This wasn't gonna work the way I wanted it to, but I was still gonna let one loose. Easing the female back up with a sexy grin, I spun her around and laced an arm about her waist, pushing my hard cock up under her barely-there mini skirt. Thank fuck she wasn't the gabby-type, and she still qualified for a brainwash chaser before I was done tucking myself in. Standard Protocol.

Well whad-ya-know, no panties. Imagine that. My cock slid through her drenched folds until my shaft was buried balls deep, then deeper, pushing the air out of her lungs. Nothing about the next five minutes was slow or clean. My hips hammered hard and furiously, the female’s  gasps and moans echoing off the walls of the tiny room enough to elicit the only DND needed.  

Fuck she was tight, her pussy clenched and sucked my dick with as much talent as her mouth, her juices dripping down my shaft to my balls. Those bright green eyes looked up at me in the mirror and all I could think of was she wasn't who I wanted. But fuck that notion. Fuck any of it. I was here to fuck and drink. And I'd already had a drink. I added to the growing mess, my balls tightening and sending my release as I pulled roughly from the female and coated her ass and pussy with a deep groan.

Before Red could ask for my name and number, I scrubbed her mind, replaced it with a wild ride with a random tatted biker-type that ended on /her/ terms, tucked myself back in and slid out before she realized she was alone.] 

Grahve: “What?” I laughed, shaking my head. Even as images of Crhis, and Q, danced through my head. Half naked. “No, we’re partners.”

“Oh, like Cops?” I felt her tense the whole way through. Smiling a lazy smile, I reclined a little further in the seat, shifting her in my lap so she could rub over my crotch. It was a pleasant weight, the friction making me momentarily forget about waiting for Crhis to return.

“Cops are no fun, but I am.”

Signalling the waitress, I ordered another round, as well as a drink for my new lap warmer. She preened under the attention, accepting the drink and downing it in one go. As she set down the glass, I parted my lips to comment only for her mouth to find mine, her tongue slipping in and letting me taste the fruity cocktail, mixing with Goose. And of course, Crhis returned.

Breaking off the kiss, I licked my lips and grinned over at the male. Though I had a pretty good idea what he’d been up to in the bathroom, he did not look satisfied. His eyes did another sweep of the floor, looking for his next meal as I tilted my head, stroking a hand down Cherise’s bare side like she was a lap cat. Later, I’d make her purr.

“Have another drink. You look like that didn’t help at all.” Nudging a glass closer to the male, I then indicated the brunette in my lap with a charming smile. “Cherise, this is Crhis. Maybe you could help keep his lap warm too?” I offer, looking up into her eyes with a cajoling smile, not at all surprised when she pressed a kiss to my lips then looked to my partner with an equally hungry look.

“A girl really can be spoilt for choice, huh?”

Crhis: [Prowling back to the VIP section, I passed up offers left and right. I don't indulge in the overly drunk or strung-out, or the females who's scent says they're fertile. Yeah, not adding to the population with a rat. Hard pass. I'd rather my balls turn blue and rot off, thanks.

Zeroing in on our table, a small smirk turns my lip at the prospect my partner hasn't been lonely while I've been away. My own mini-tryst was less than satisfying, and I was beyond hungry at this point. The little cherry sitting in Grahve's lap looked better than the crumb I'd just had.

I flashed the female a bright smile, hiding fangs and lifted the drink G sent sliding my way in cheers.]

N’ who said you had to choose, sweetheart?

[Hell, I was game to tag team the female if my partner was down. Two was always better than one.] 

Grahve: Well /hello/. I hadn’t even thought of it that way, but now that Crhis had dropped the thought in my mind I couldn’t shake it. Looking up at Cherise, I didn’t need to be a mind reader to know she was hands down all in on ‘that’ particular plan. Here she’d been thinking she might just get one of us; now we were offering two.

“My companion makes a good point,” I agree huskily, leaning forward to brush my lips against her bare skin. “No one said you had to choose.”

Cherise shivered at the attention and the prospect, her eyes half lidded as she gave Crhis a sinful smile.

“Mmm, you two must be good partners. I think I will need help finding my way to the bathroom. Can you show me where it is?”

Chuckling softly, I finished off my series of drinks, throwing back each shot one after the other. The burn was gone and I felt good. Warm. Light. Free. Shooting Crhis a grin and a wink, I slid my hand under Cherise backside and helped her off my lap. From what I could feel, her panties were lace and damp already.

“Lemme show you the way sweetheart. Hate for you to get lost.”

Crhis: Smooth, G. [Grahve was the only one who heard me, I made sure and waited as he tossed back a Benjamin's worth of shots and get a little handsy with the female. From the looks of it, my partner was pleased with what he felt, and that was good enough for me.

Cherry… Charli.. Cherise-whatever her name was all for playing ball in our game which made it a sweeter deal.]

Two is way better than one when its us, gorgeous. We never disappoint.

[I stepped back and played escort to the private restrooms, watching the way the female's hips swayed while my cock grew hard and thick behind my jeans.] 

Grahve: We were barely through the door and she had my shirt off. Far be it for me to complain, but I stopped her short of disrobing me completely. My hands found hers, pinning them above her head as I backed her into a wall, growling softly. The shiver that ran through her was all desire as she bit her lip, leaning in to tempt me into a kiss.

My jeans barely contained my arousal as I licked at the inside of her mouth, her tongue dancing with mine before I broke off and spun her. Facing Crhis, she reached for him, drawing him closer as I watched over her shoulder. He was all kinds of ready to rock n’ roll, his fly doing an admirable job at having kept his hard on contained so far.

Tearing my gaze from Crhis, and Cherise’s hands eagerly unbuttoning the top of his jeans, I ran my eyes down her back, sliding my hands around the curves of her breasts and waist. Without a thought I indulged my curiosity, sliding up the material of her skirt to reveal panties of a dark lace and satin. They were going to make this floor look /great/.

With a gentle hand I parted her thighs, widening her stance as she bent over and ran her tongue over my partner’s length. Fire burned through me, my cock hard and ready as I freed it from the denim prison. Sliding the lace material sideways, I couldn’t help but look up, meeting Crhis’ eyes again as I pressed myself to her slick, wet entrance and pushed in. I tried to swallow the groan that rose in my throat, eyes half lidded as I sank in all the way.

Crhis: [The little face time Grahve was getting with the female was more of a turn-on than it should have been; I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up with a lasting impression of the backside of my zipper on my cock for a while after all was said and done. When they finally came up for air, Cherise turned and wasted no time in giving me a taste of my partner.

The soft growl against her mouth made her pant and with that small break I eased her south with a gentle push, her quick nimble fingers peeled my jeans loose to free my arousal and then she was all kinds of hot wet mouth. My fingers did a lock ‘n-twist into the female's hair, tugging her in tight and smooth about the time Grahve's eyes rolled back as he sunk balls deep.

Spit roast trainee style never looked so good. Two strokes in and we'd built a rhythm between us over a pile of Cherise's fine threads decorating the floor. Slurping and gagging from between my thighs met with the wet slapping from the other end, the scent of sex thick enough to eat wrapped around us all.] 

Grahve: I’d never done this before. That said, I looked forward to doing it again. ASAP.

The female was hot, wet and tight, three of my favorite things. Gripping her hips firmly I picked up the pace, Crhis matching me as I pistoned in and out of her. My cock throbbed, balls aching to release even as I held off, drawing out this moment for as long as possible.

Looking up from the brunette’s slender back, I couldn’t help but watch my partner. If I’d thought he looked good decked in nice threads and prowling the floor, he was fucking glorious now. His head tilted back, the hard ridges of his hips just visible above Cherise’s bobbing head, the shirt just high enough to tease with the abs he was rocking.

And before my brain could stop itself, I was thinking of Qhuinn, of Crhis and Qhuinn, and the sight the pair of them would make together. My hips bucked of their own accord as I groaned, the mental picture pushing me closer to the edge than I’d wanted to be. Sweet fuck, the hell was wrong with me?

Cherise’s body clenched around me as she sucked and swallowed around Crhis, and as I watched, I lost whatever rational thinking my brain had left. My eyes stayed locked on the male as I thrust harder, letting go of the inhibitions and the tiny voice telling me I was crazy. So fucking what? If this was crazy, that was cool. Pass me a fucking straight jacket.

My climax rocked through me as I released, baring my fangs as I swallowed down a growl that would’ve made our human friend go running. The frantic thrust of my hips slowed, milking the last of the ecstasy as I watched my partner come to a similar finish, panting hard.

Crhis: [Holy fuck, this female could suck a bowling ball through a garden hose and call back for seconds the way she was working my length. And who was I to deny what a pretty lady asks for. The tip of her tongue worked circles and then some around my tip, urging my release up from my balls with a little help from her petite hands.

Scribe strike me down if the look on Grahve's face didn't have my mind working overtime on shit I really didn't need on my plate right now. Like how fucking good he looked as he pumped his load into Cherise. It was erotic enough to let my own load loose down the female's tight throat with a barely restrained growl, eyes locked on Grahve in barely contained hunger.] 

Grahve: As the three of us came to a climactic standstill I panted, finally ripping my gaze from Crhis’ and looking down. Easing myself out of the female, I drew the flimsy material of her panties back into place and pulled down her skirt. Tucking myself back in as she licked Crhis clean, she then brought herself upright on shaky legs.

Without thinking I wiped her mind before she could say a word. Whatever thought provoking comment she’d been about to throw out died on her tongue as she blinked, first at me, then at Crhis. Replacing the last thirty minutes with something vague about a really good threesome, I grabbed my shirt and brushed past Crhis, unable to meet the male’s eyes now as I beelined it for the door.

Shit. Fuck. Shit. The little voice was back. And boy, was he unimpressed.

The last thing I wanted to do was fuck up whatever friendship I had with the male. I’d already nearly jeopardised it without even knowing, sleeping with Qhuinn, and now here I was, imagining what the pair of them would be like. My self preservation instincts were clearly faulty.

Pushing back out into the noise of the club, I paused to get my bearings again, the multiple shots and orgasmic high throwing my scattered brain for a tiny loop. Someone pressed against me, their hands exploring my bare skin, and with a soft growl I disengaged and kept moving toward the door.

Crhis: [My chest heaved with each breath, and thankfully Grahve had the forethought to give Cherise a nice memento of our time because I was doing all kinds of math in my head: how many ways I could make the male cum before sunrise. Only my partner didn't get the same homework. I was so one-track minded right now only the scent of Lessers could have derailed me.

Grahve's backside flashed past me as I reached out and grabbed at him, the light and noise erupting around us a background haze as his growl only fueled my already high sexual need. I gave chase with a quiet growl of my own and caught the male before he made it too far toward the sea of bodies and leaned him back into the wall.

Grahve's scent was still thick in my nose, and the hint still fresh enough on my tongue I wanted a first hand taste for myself. As I leaned in for that taste, the male brushed free of my hold and headed for the door.

And Scribe be damned if I was going to let him walk away like that. Hotfooting it after Grahve, I caught him by the arm again with a low growl and pulled him into the closest semi-private hallway, pinning him with my body. Not giving my partner a second chance to leave, I covered the male's surprised mouth with my own, licking deep as my hips ground against his.] 

Grahve: Holy…

Crhis smelt good, and he tasted even better. In my liquor riddled brain, I was shocked I was experiencing either. When your imagination comes to life, it’s always a bit of a shock.

He stole any exclamation of surprise with the kiss, the warm weight of his body pressing me against the wall. A willing hostage. For a second, maybe more, I didn’t think. I simply melted under the male’s touch and parted my lips, kissing him harder, deeper. When he broke the kiss I was gasping. My body was on fire. And I wanted more.

“Well… uh…” I swallowed and managed a lopsided grin. “That was… unexpected.” Looking around the hall, taking in the throbbing music, the barely clad bodies and total lack of privacy. I looked back to the male still holding me in place. “I’d like to do it again… just not here.”

Crhis:  [Hell yes. The moment was as unexpected and more with all the guilt left behind. Or not quite. But fuck it. Yeah, I did have a few flashes of Qhuinn and Grahve, but I also had flashes of Qhuinn with other males and females alike. He'd made his choice, while it felt like salt poured in an open wound, I thought I was doing a pretty damn good job of self-medicating. So yeah, fuck it.

Grahve was no longer fighting against my hold but rather giving in and clinging on, and it was fritzing me but good. My body was still strung high and tight, juiced for another round that only one of our kind could handle without hospitalization. A nip to his lip and my tongue slid over my own as a low half chuckle half growl came out between us at his words.]

As would I. [I won't lie, I surprised myself with the admission. Before Qhuinn, I had not thought of bedding males regularly; the mismatched brother had awoken something in me that hungered for him more than anyone. Not to say that Grahve was not a hot looking male because he was, in every sense. And right now he was going to get even hotter.]

So let's take this somewhere more private. Like the dorms. [All I was focused was getting back to where there were no prying eyes and far less clothes.] 

Grahve: Beam me up Scotty. I was more than down for that, to the point I had to remind myself not to demat right then and there. Leaning in to steal a last, quick kiss, I grinned then bolted for the door, not bothering to put my shirt back on. After all, it was either going to be gone or destroyed in about two minutes anyway. Why add to the mess?

Hitting the open air of the street with Crhis hot on my heels, I strode to the first alley amid a few wolf whistles and catcalls. I barely heard them, pausing only to make sure the shadows had no prying eyes before I was ghosting out. My molecules moved faster than they had in a long time, my body taking shape again outside the manse and training grounds entrance.

I had all of a heartbeat to look around and confirm there was no one else here before Crhis was there, his scent all around me, and his hands all over me. Uh, yes please?

I had no idea how we navigated our way to the rooms, because for the life of me, all I was aware of was my partner, the feel of him against me, the intense flavor of him on my tongue. My hands did their own exploration, and Scribe damn me if I didn’t want to follow in their wake, with my eyes, my lips and my tongue.

“These clothes’ve gotta go,” I mutter, dragging at the male’s threads before tearing at the shirt, revealing smooth, perfect skin beneath. I growled softly in appreciation, wanting more as my cock strained against my jeans.

Crhis: [The cold night air did little to calm my heated blood as I scattered molecules and followed Grahve back to the compound, bursting through the dorm room doors with as much grace and stealth as a herd of bull elephants in full rut. Kicking the door closed behind us, hands made grabs for clothes: my shirt -Grahve's was already decorating the floor, and who knew denim made such a nice sound when shredded?

Boots hit the woodwork in all directions while our mouths and fangs tangoed the same way as our naked bodies made a haphazard stager toward the bed; the tang of blood and sweet sting of a fang across my lip earned Grahve a low growl and a shove back onto the bed.

Falling over the male and caging him under me, my hips shifted and ground into his; my balls achingly full and tight, the tip of my cock dripping along Grahve's with each passing move between us.]

Get up on your knees. [The command was delivered with a heated gaze and a low growl, accompanied by a bite to Grahve's shoulder.] 

Grahve: I'd never gotten naked this fast in my life. And I was all for setting a new speed record on the regular if this Male was involved. As he ground down on me I moaned, the sound aching with longing. My fingers clawed at his back, wanting more, my cock painfully hard between us.

It was an order, and contrary to popular belief, I was /so/ not opposed to taking it. In the confines of Crhis’ powerful arms I shifted, rolling onto my stomach. With deliberate flare I lifted my hips, slow, grinding and rubbing against my partner as I rested back against his body. The place he'd bitten me ached pleasantly, and I had a feeling I was in for more of the same with the Male dominating this little session.

Looking back over my shoulder, I growled softly, the barest hint of challenge and defiance. He was glorious to look at, and I could feel the raw, hard heat of him pressed against me.

“Any other way you want me?”

Crhis: [It was about all I could do to keep from dropping nut right there; the sight of that firm hard ass propped up and ready just like that had my hand wrapping around my cock as if I could stall the out come. Pun totally intended.]

This'll do.. for starters. [Grinning and running my free hand up Grahve's back I leaned in to scrape fangs over his flesh, my hips doing a back and forth teasing dance move. Slick precum coated enough of the both of us it didn't take much more pressure before I was balls deep with a heavy groan and dropping over the male's back, fangs biting into Grahve's shoulder.] 

Grahve: My lips parted in a soundless cry as the male sank deep into me, my body stretching and adjusting with pleasurable pain that was quickly replaced with just pleasure. Bucking back against him, I rolled my hips and groaned.

I clung onto some semblance of self control as the male sank his fangs into me, my cock twitching against my stomach.

After all, I had a feeling this was only the beginning, and I wasn’t about to give it all up quite so soon…

Crhis: [Holy shit.. my balls were sucked tight, ready to explode. Gripping Grahve's hips and holding on, each breath sawed in and out of my lungs, sending my six-chambered heart into overdrive. Blood thundered through my veins, each beat like a marching step that got closer, louder and louder with each thrust of my hips. Thud.. thud.. Thud.. thud.. Thud.. thud…]

#TraineesNightOut #Part1 #BondedBrothersBDB

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Couple Rounds

#SL Co-written by @Dehstruction and @InADiamondEye #BondedBrothersBDB

Vishous:

Fucking trainees.

Just when I thought I had enough problems…

The irony was the fact the Brotherhood had ‘asked’ for these problems. Join the Brotherhood, we said. It’ll be a bloody shitshow with frequent emotional sacrifices and practically zero gratitude from the race, we said. Cause we sure as shit hadn’t said it would be ‘fun’.

None of these kids had been bred to be a Brother. They weren’t products of Brothers and Chosen, like Mommy Dearest had wanted; they were scrappers from all walks with their own personal axe to grind when it came to Lessers or proving themselves.

No skin off my nose if the kids wanted to fire a few bullets and risk getting killed. Only… Butch had made it my problem when he’d come to me for help. Fucker ‘knew’ I had trouble saying no to him, not least of all because I’d agreed to this dating other people thing. As if I’d reject his request when I was hands down desperate for any lick of attention from the male.

Yeah. If you were reading this thinking I see only the trainees with problems, you’d be dead fucking wrong. I probably have more issues than Time at this point.

Anyway, that was how I found myself in the gym, resisting the urge to slip into the hall for a smoke, eyeballing the trainee with a bigger temper than Wrath. I was also fairly sure the kid was triggering a bunch of feelings in Qhuinn, but I hadn’t bothered to investigate further. One, not my biz if my fellow Brother was into the Young and the Furious, and two, until it threatened to bleed into training and fighting on the streets, I could put a big ol’ set of blinders on where it was concerned.

Not my circus, not my monkeys.

So, that left me with the decision as to ‘how’ I was going to trigger this kid. Granted, subtlety had never really been my strong suit. Snatching up a rolled set of wrist wraps, I pegged one at the back of the trainees head.

“Oi. Squirt. Feel like a match?”

Crhis:

[Shit was so off kilter at times, I didn't know if I was coming, going, or blowing shit up. But one thing that was guaranteed to take the pressure off, was running 100 miles on a treadmill, after burning through 50 reps of squats with 350 pounds draped over my shoulders.  

Fuck the fact that Qhuinn had admitted to bedding Grahve. Fuck the fact it had all but killed me inside to see that admission wrapped around Qhuinn like a goddamned fine silk robe the male wore like a trophy. Fuck the fact I couldn't seem to let it go. And fuck the fact I tried.

The last few rotations Grahve and I had been paired up as a team, forcing me to take stock in what was more important than my pansy-ass feelings for a male that didn't feel the same about me: making sure my partner made it home at sunrise each morning, upright and breathing. /That/ was what was getting me through each fucking night. Once the shutters were down for the day, that was something else entirely different.

Which was why I was burning through a pair of Nike’s every week. Balancing flat footed, shoulders square, I squatted and grabbed the bar with the weights dialed in and lifted. Fuck.. I loved the burn it delivered through my muscles, the lift felt good as I hefted it to my hips, then chest high for a set of arm curls.

The hit to the back of my head brought an instant “FUCKER” from my lips, my grip barely holding the bar for being caught off guard. Fangs bared as I fought the now uneven bar of iron back to balance and let it bounce on the floor with a metallic clang. Blowing a breath out, I whipped around, fangs bared, ready to take the asshole that thought it was funny to the ground and shove a 25# doughnut into his piehole.]

What. The. Fuck. Asshole…

[Only to stop short as the tatted and leather-gloved male stood across from me, looking like he'd rather be cozying up to a lightning bolt. Vishous’s words bounced at me like the weights I just dropped, he was one of the few I had not gone hand-to-hand with yet. Eyeing the glove for a moment, I shrugged. If he wanted to do me in, he'd have done it long before now.

I picked up the set of wraps and worked them into place while trying to catch my breath and dial my temper back a notch.]

Yeah. Let's do it.

Vishous:

I hid a smirk at the kid’s instinctive reaction to turn around and rip a throat out. The whole lotta ‘wtf’ and ‘oh shit’ as he realised it was me was borderline priceless. Not even Mastercard was gonna afford me that shit.

Eyeballing the wraps and putting them on though earned him a lick of respect. There was no hesitation. No fear. Just a simple ‘sure, why not’ that reminded me the trainee was more than ready to get himself messed up if the occasion called for it. Something to remember so I didn’t break his arm for not yielding.

Not wanting to light the kid up, I donned my own set of sparring gloves come wraps that went over the top of the leather. Last thing I needed was a split in the leather and the kid to disintegrate before my fuckin’ eyes. Pretty sure Q would start to care real fuckin’ fast if I dusted his date.

“No time limit. No strike limit. You hit me n’ I bleed? Fuckin good for you. But if you go for below the belt?” I gave him the look the act deserved - the kind that said I’d make sure I wasn’t the only one nut wonder around here. “Well, let’s just say you may not have as much below the belt when I’m done. Capiche?”

Moving into the ring, I rolled my shoulders and twisted my head from side to side. Lifting both arms into a guard, I arched a brow at the kid and beckoned him forward.

“Bring it kid. Show me what you got.”

Crhis: Yeah, yeah, whatever, I got it. [I’d have been lying if I said I didn't have any concerns arm wrestling with this male. I'd seen what that male could do with his gloved hand when it wasn't covered and I had no desire to end up a pile of ash.

V was just as his name spelled out: V I S H O U S. With a capital I-will-fuck-you-up. But hey, training was all about not ending the night caught with your panties around your ankles and coming home before dawn, preferably on both shitkickers.

Stepping into the ring I gave a quick stretch of my neck side to side and dropped into my fighting stance, eyes locked on the bulldozer before me as we slowly circled each other. I knew little about the male except what had been whispered around the compound: he was whipped on a female who left him multiple times (talk about your masochistic tendencies) and something doing with Cop. I had my own issues to blind me, I didn't need the extra drama and distraction of someone else's. This little dance break was just another training exercise.]

Vishous:

I snapped my fist out between one beat and the next. Fast. Faster than any human would ever see. I felt my knuckles connect then darted back, guard high again. Rhage had once accused me of using my ability to ‘See’ in the ring, anticipating moves and patterns. No, Brother. But reading body language and moving faster than snakes strike? Sure. I could do that. And I liked to. Nothing provoked the proud faster than whipping their ego.

“If I leave you bloody and broken, do you want me to have the Doggen cart you back to Qhuinn’s room?” I offer coolly, purposefully prodding, looking for an open wound.

Crhis:

Fuck!  

[Shit. Ow.

Motherfucking male managed to snap two hits to my face before I could blink and left me seeing a black spot in my vision for all of two seconds. Shaking it off and bringing my guard back up and holding tight while blinking my sight back, V’s taunt almost caught me. Damned the Scribe. Did every fucking nosy Nancy know about it?

My feet propelled me side to side, front and back, and in and out, looking for an opening. Keeping my arm tucked low and bowing in, I took a couple jabs toward the male's face -that I knew would get me nowhere- and followed with an opposite uppercut swing that managed to bounce off the Brother's blocking arm.

Unfortunately, when it came to verbalizing shit, it was always too late to remember my filter had never been installed. I was in an all or nothing kind of mood. Even if it meant V would end up mopping the gym with me.]

Don't know what you're talking about. But if you're offering to take me on a date to make up for knocking my ass around, you get to wear the skirt.

Vishous:

Kid needed to work on speed, but fuck, the power was there. When his fist hit my arm with an uppercut I felt it right to the shoulder socket. Shaking off the impact, I gave a cold smile at the flippant response. Trainee had guts, but if he wasn’t careful, we were gonna see what they looked like.

“You don’t know? C’mon now, trainee. You’re talking to the one Brother that knows ‘everything’. Y’think you’re hiding it well?”

I snorted a laugh as I simultaneously let loose a front snap kick, right for the thigh. Dropping and stepping forward, I followed up with an uppercut of my own.

“M’ not sure what’s worse. You pretending to be stupid or actually /being/ stupid enough to fall for the one male that has a preference to fuck anything that moves. If I bought a goldfish it’d stop swimming the second he entered the room.”

Yeah, okay, laying it on a little thick. Q could bang as many people as he liked and get absolutely zero judgement from me; when, where, or how they were doing it was none of my biz. But I knew the reality like everyone else - that male did not like commitment. He liked fun and freedom. If the trainee didn’t shake this feelings shit and fast, he was going to end up compromised on the field.

Not. Happening.

Which meant I got to be the asshole everyone needed and jab a rusty knife into every possible wound this kid had.

Crhis: [He was baiting me. I fucking knew he was baiting me. And I was in a biting mood that was going  to end up with me six feet under or at best temp resident in Jane's med suite. Gritting my teeth, all kinds of shit he “knew” about flashed through my mind. Yeah, I was still suckered sweet on Qhuinn and the blue-green eyed male was still as unavailable as a fucking unicorn fart.

I tensed and growled at the hit to my thigh, the jolt burning up each nerve through my hip to my junk forcing me to cower like a drunk fuck on half a leg. Snarling and keeping my arms up, I managed to half block V’s uppercut. The main force of his blow was deflected but the brunt of aftershock rolled up into my shoulder and neck, snapping my head back anyway. Fuck. If he’d been able to get me square, I’d been lain flat out. Good night.

Shaking my head free of stars and brought my guard back up, working around the male, looking for a shot to get a poke in. I never said where I was looking to poke.]

Like you ‘knew’ Haley was moving out. Again. Just like you ‘know’ Cop is having a fucktastic time with that hot piece Marissa. Yeah, the entire fucking manse has “seen” how that male walks on air around her. [I saw the way the mention of Haley and Cop made V’s tatted eye twitch and his jaw tick. Kind of like the only warning you only got before the rattlesnake popped around and bit your ass.] At least the goldfish has sense enough to stay in the fucking bowl.

Vishous:

Something dark and monstrous tensed inside me the second the kid mentioned Butch and Haley. For a heartbeat I tried to reign it in, control it. Then he kept opening his mouth with words coming out, and they were ‘so’ the wrong words.

My fists moved of their own accord. He should’ve been fucking lucky one of them was gloved. I wasn’t in my right mind to take the glove off, but if it had been off to start with, I wouldn’t have been in my right mind to stop and put it on either. Trainee would’ve been fucking ashes in seconds.

He blocked and moved as I advanced, not caring if he managed to land a hit. I didn’t feel it. I didn’t give a shit. All I could see in my head was Butch, smiling at Marissa, looking happy and moving on. All I could hear was Crhis’ words, over and over again. ‘The entire manse has seen how that male walks on air around her’.

The entire household knew I was a lonely, miserable bastard that had chased away everyone he ever cared about.

A growl ripped out of me. Thunder sans the lightning. The trainee teetered where he stood, trying to maintain a guard through the beating I’d just thrown him. Which I might’ve admired. Had I been sane.

Spinning, my leg swept out to take his out from under him. He hit the deck. Then I was on him, my hands gripping his wife beater, fangs bared as I half lifted him off the floor.

“Keep his name outta your mouth!”

Crhis: [Autopilot has it's benes, but they only cash out so far. V’s first strike came at me faster than his first and I surprised myself that I managed to block most of it; the rest was a blur as the male went psycho derailed freight train.

My dance card was def full because V was all over me, each blow harder than the last. My connecting hits were like bugs on his windshield, not even phasing the brother. And I knew I was making contact because the vibrations from impact lit up my nerves from fingertips to my shoulders and went numb. But I'll be fucked if I was going to let /anyone/ talk about Qhuinn to me that way. What I didn't expect was V's reaction the way it came, and I should have. Because that's how I have reacted. Well, I did once. Sorry, G.

The floor introduced itself in a rush, my lungs let loose in a rush as V's tatted face appeared in blur of vertigo that almost earned him a late first meal rerun if was gonna keep jerking me around. My body felt heavy as fuck, arms and legs as if they had a metric ton strapped to each joint and my eyes were like they'd be enrolled in sandpaper.]

… B..back at you..mother fucker… [Only it came out muffled, sounding more like I'd swallowed a damn medicine ball after a shot of novocaine. I felt myself shoving out of V’s hold but it must have been a dream because the male didn't budge.]

Vishous:

I wanted to kill him.

I wanted to kill him so badly I thought I actually might.

But as the kid gave me attitude and that retort, I leant back. A dose of perspective shot through me faster than an adrenaline needle to the heart. Well fucking done, Vishous. Come here to teach the kid not to get emotionally attached and beat him senseless because you’re emotionally attached.

And they actually called me a genius round these parts...

Letting go of the mince meat I’d made, I stepped back and put one hand to my tattooed temple, rubbing slowly. The headache taking residence was all kinds of ‘sort your shit out’ and a teeny tiny bit ‘Cop is going to kill you for this’.

Well shit, wasn’t like I didn’t deserve a serving after what I’d just put the trainee through. Jane was also going to have my ass.

Bending down, I took a deep breath and slid one arm under the kid’s, hoisting him up until 90% of his body weight was my chore to carry.

“Crhis? You with me?”

There was a grunt. I was taking that as an affirmative.

Moving away from the boxing ring, angling for the door and, Fade help me, the med wing, I swallowed all the angry, hurt, stupid shit ricocheting around in my brain and told them to STFU.

“This is why we can’t afford to feel. To have people. This is what it does to us. Makes us weak. Irrational. Stupid,” I murmur, hoisting the trainee a little higher and adjusting his body against mine. “And even as I tell myself that, as much as I /know/ it’s true…” I looked sideways at the male, feeling at a loss and failing him. Just as I’d failed Butch. “I can’t stop myself.”

I truly was a sadomasochistic bastard. But hey… you can’t spell ‘smile’ without S and M…

Crhis:  Fff.. [..uuck. Being power lifted isn't as fun as you might think. No matter how pretty V looks. I still felt that internal struggle to push away from the male, and not just for the help: his comments hit home and crippled harder than anything he threw at me less than five minutes ago.

Feelings did make you weak. They made you vulnerable. They made you a target. Made /me/ weak, vulnerable, and a target. Then how was it males like Z and Wrath who had females, were no less a male? Shit didn't make sense. Or maybe it was the scramble eggs for brains I was sporting right now that was making it the challenge to see things clearly.]

Dinner first, ass hole… [The half-mumbled smartass comment was my only defense. Lights dimmed and brightened, dimmed and brightened behind my sandpaper coated eyelids the farther V carried me. Med wing? Great.]

Vishous:

Man, this kid had cajones. He was basically meat and bones in a skin suit right now but he still had attitude enough to mouth off. Props to him.

Reaching the med wing, I glanced around and let out a silent ‘thank you’ to whatever deity-esque thing was on lookout right now. It was ‘not’ Jane in attendance but Ehlena, who still looked mortified at the gift I’d brought her.

“We were training. Things got… interesting,” I manage calmly. A quick glance in one of the few mirrors in the suite, and I was pleased to see I was also sporting a few cuts and bruises. So at least what I’d said ‘looked’ plausible.

I was gonna have to start keeping a scorecard for this trainee. If the pair of us could get a handle on our emotional demons, we’d be aces. Maybe that was the key… If Butch asked my recommendation, assuming he didn’t see the medical report on this, it’d be for the kid to be declared combat ready again. It wasn’t like he didn’t have the determination, or the skill. He just needed the fine tuning.

Here’s hoping I could actually help with /that/…

#CoupleRounds #Vishous #Crhis #BDB #BondedBrothersBDB

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[dehstructionbdb]

[The days that followed my fight with Grahve I spent thinking. What a clusterfuck of a mess. Qhuinn had been with us both, and while I'd loathe to admit to even myself I had hoped... what? That the male with the blue and green eyes would suddenly change his mind about who he chose to bed and picked me over anyone else? Right. Damn counselling seshs with #Mary were enough to make me wonder if I was having a gender identity crisis. Fucking pathetic emotions were for the weak.

What did I have to offer the program, the King, and those that chose to use their time to make sure I had the skills to become the fighter our race needed?

I had no one to worry about me. Everyone in my family had been killed. That worked in my favor.

No one to answer to but myself. Less arguments to be had that way. Another bonus.

No one to burden with if I didn't make it home some night. Things were better on this point too. I didn't have a mahmen to stress to the Fade if I came home injured or dead. I no longer had a father to disappoint if I didn't make the top of my class.

No broken hearts. No attached female or mate waiting for news of my well-being or demise each night I went out on rotation.

No wondering.

No waiting. I come and go as I please or need.

Just me.

That's all I had to offer. It would have to be enough.

Making a decision, I grab my gym bag, earbuds and iPod and floor it to the locker room. Stripping down and dressing in work out clothes, I shoved everything in an empty locker, draped the earbuds around my neck and pocketed the iPod.

Turning to round the corner onto the main floor, my eyes swept the empty space. Well, empty of beating hearts save mine. Treadmills lined one wall, pull-up bars to either side and those were flanked by rows of stacked weights. The bench press looked fairly inviting, as did the punching bags.

Adjusting the earbuds and hitting the play button, the beat consuming me more than the words.

( https://youtu.be/dO8e4MUilw4 )

Picking a treadmill and forgoing sliding the key around my wrist, I hit the start button and cranked the elevation to 15 and adjusted the speed to a brisk pace that nearly maxed the machine's capacity, as a warm up.

Intent was to clear my mind and focus on building my stamina and honing killing skills. And forgetting the mess with Qhuinn. Fuck. Qhuinn. Those eyes... No. Nope. He had made himself clear during our last two encounters that I wasn't worth his time. Fine by me. That fit right in with no one to answer to and no broken hearts.

Each step that pounded the treadmill belt spurred me on. Fighting lessers and no looking back.

I had a family to ahvenge.]

[bondedbrotherhood-blog]

Blessings

Written by @ScarredNLethal and @HisBella_BDB

Zsadist:  *The sound of the rain was almost enough to drown out the faintest sound of footsteps below, the cold drops hitting my leathers and ricocheting off. The feeling that I wasn’t alone made the back of my neck twitch, the hand on my forty clicking the safety off and swinging around in the moment of a heartbeat, guns leveled at thin air. My gaze swept the area, nothing was out of place, no humans, no lessers. Just rain. But the feeling that something was wrong was riding me hard. It would be sunrise soon and I was in no hurry to dematerialize back to the manse. Just the same, I stood and slid the safety back on and holstered my guns before letting my molecules fly.

Reforming feet from the front vestibule, the rain was now coming down in torrents, as if the sky had been waiting my arrival home and opened the floodgates to greet me. Tipping my face to the camera allowed me entrance through both sets of doors without waiting; had some serious respect for the doggen that manned the front, rarely did any of us need to wait to be let in.

The moment my boot encased feet touched the carpeting, a high pitched squeal that carried the words “Daddy daddy daddy daddy” barely gave me time to turn around as Nalla careened down the grand staircase as fast as her legs would carry her. My heart swelled and put my bad mood on the backburner. As Nalla’s arms belted around my hips, my gaze swept from my young back up the staircase, looking for my Bella, who was usually right on Nalla’s tail. But my shellan wasn’t there. Bending and scooping up my young, I focused on the spew of words that flowed from Nalla’s mouth, all about the books she wanted me to read her before bed, how her night went, helping her mahmen and Queen Beth with LW, and that Fritz made sure she had a bowl of chocolate and strawberry ice cream with all the trimmings for her dessert.*

Is that so? Seems you have been a busy little female this evening. *The beaming grin didn’t put a pause in the running chatter as Nalla continued on with setting up a tea party date with me, swimming lessons and a trip to the mall with her mahmen, Beth and LW. Back up. Tea party. And me. It had become one of Nalla’s favorite thing to do in our father-daughter time. I’d be killing any male who spoke of seeing me in one of those male sized aprons Nalla insisted I wear to her tea party. Besides, Rhage wore that Little Mermaid shit with pride. Dragon in drag was no different than Lassiter  prancing around in neon yogurt-go-go-whatever pants and a glittery halter top. Go fig.

This tiny female was killing me just as much as my shellan could with a single look. Scribe be favored, I wouldn’t change any detail for the world.* Where’s your … *The thought didn’t have momentum to finish forming the words before my beautiful shellan appeared at the top of the stairs, bringing out the mated animal in me.*

Bella:   *Nalla rushed out the room and down the stairs like a busy bee on a mission.  Z was the last one to return home, and that was not surprising since that was the new norm.  I left her to go see if it was her father, and when she didn’t return, I got up slowly and strolled down the hallway, standing at the top of the stairs and smiling down at my hellren and our daughter.

I gave Z a wink and raised my hand, waving my fingers slowly.  I could feel his need for me and it burned up an erotic desire within me, but Nalla wasn’t ready for bed yet and my hellren needed to eat before we retired to our room.  The rest of the household were already in the dining hall for last meal, but I waited to see if Z wanted to join the family, or if he wanted our meal served in our room.

I met him halfway as I descended the stairs and he picked Nalla up and walked up.  He wasn’t sporting the usual black blood and stench look, but I was sure he would want to wash up before eating*

Hey, nallum.

Zsadist:  Leelan.. *If any creature could take my breath away or kill me with a look, it was Bella. From the eve my eyes first lay upon her, she had captured my soul. Tonight was no different. The off feelings from tonight’s rotation dissipated in an instant as heat licked through my body for my shellan.

The small chatterbox in my arms giggled and set her hands on my cheeks, breaking my heated glance away from Bella. Her touch on my scars and the tainted, permanent black bands forever etched in my flesh no longer made me recoil in self loathing. No, this tiny female in my arms was one half of my whole world. I glanced at Nalla then to Bella.* Have you both had Last Meal?

Bella:  *I smiled at my hellren and joined him and Nalla, placing my arms around him*  We haven’t.  We were waiting for you.  Nalla is ready to sleep, she’s been a busy body all day.  

*I gave Z a knowing smile and winked*  Do you want to order last meal to eat in our room?

*There wasn’t a second’s hesitation and it send a shiver down my spine just thinking about how we will spend the next few hours.  My cheeks flushed and I leaned up to kiss Z*

Zsadist:  *Another rush. My female would eat from my hand and then we’d further wear each other out. I shifted Nalla in my arms to allow me to curl one around mine shellan as she pressed into me.* Then we need to fix that and get this cute little female into bed so she can her beauty sleep.

*My fangs lengthened with an accompanying nod, Bella’s lips like soft silk on mine.* Yes, I’ll call Fritz and have him bring up your favorites.

*Heading to our room, I set Nalla down and picked up the handset, ordering enough food to feed a small army, all of Bella’s and Nalla’s favorites then set to disarming and putting my weapons away with care. I never hid things from my young, but I wasn’t taking chances that she’d get over curious and get into something she shouldn’t and get hurt, or accidentally harm someone else. Wrath and Rhage did the same where it concerned their young.

By the time I was done and changed out of my leathers, Fritz arrived with a cart of food and I fed my females then Bella and I tucked Nalla into her bed before turning our attention to ourselves.*

Bella:  *The spread of food Z ordered was deliciously prepared and proudly fed to me by my hellren.  I felt lights bolts of electric sparks shoot through my body with each mouthful.  The need for my hellren turned into a hungry desire, which we both felt.  Once Nalla was tucked into bed, we returned to our room, and started undressing as soon as the door closed.  

Clothes went flying in all directions, and our shoes landed with a thud in different corners, while our bodies tried to maintain some form of contact.  I gasped as Z lifted me up in his arms and I wrapped my legs and arms around him.  We didn’t make it to the bed.  His full length pushed into me mid air, and then my back was against the wall.  Oh Scribe… he felt so good.  My warm, wet, heat took him in, my walls tightening around his long, thick, shaft as his hips thrusted him deeper inside me.

I tilted my head to the side, giving Z access to my vein*  Nallum… take from me…

*My hellren always wanted to satisfy me first, but I needed to feel his fangs inside me*   Please…

Zsadist: *Closing Nalla’s door behind us, I all but chased Bella back to our room. Sounds of tearing cloth and my female’s intoxicating scent of arousal filled the air as I reached for her, my own clothes lay strewn about as if a tornado had whipped through the room.

Lifting Bella against me, my cock straining to be sheathed inside her, I spun us around to pin her to the wall with my hips. The blunt tip of my cock slid easily through her drenched folds, and with a quick thrust and possessive growl I was balls deep.

The frenzy to fill her rode the scent of bonding spices as her walls clenched my cock like a second skin. Hands gripped her thighs, holding my shellan steady when her voice, her need to have my fangs at her throat.*

MINE!

*Another blast of bonding scent flared off me as my fangs sunk deep, my hips pumping in a rapid rhythm, shooting a ball tightening tingle up my shaft. Marking mine female inside and out with my scent.*

Bella:   *Holy Scribe… My core clenched around my hellren’s cock the instant his fangs split my skin open and his bonding scent enveloped me again. Spasms of pure ecstasy contracted my muscles and released my juices around Z’s cock.  His name leaving my lips in a heated rush*  Zsadist….

*I held onto him, gripping his shoulders as the sensations washed through me and sent my body into a wild, frenzied tremble.  Electric bolts of erotic delight tingled up and down my spine and down to my core.  Z didn’t let up for a second.  He kept up his hard, and bewildering pace, bringing me to another climax, and another.  

Lifting his head before the fourth orgasm gripped me, and I knew what he wanted.  I took only a few seconds to lick a drop of my own blood off his lips with a kiss and whispered*  I love you *and then dropped my head and bit into his neck, delicate white fangs sinking in deep and drawing his sweet essence into my body*

Zsadist:  *Sweet Scribe! Bella’s blood was an aphrodisiac, addicting and powerful. Heat radiated between us as my hips pumped and surged, filling mine female over and over. The noises coming from mine female an erotic music my hips had no problem dancing to.

Over and over, Bella’s core clenched and sucked at my cock, soaking the two of us with her release, her slick walls drenching my length. Pulling my fangs free and licking up the side of her neck to seal the bites, citrine eyes glowed possessively. She needed me. Needed, craved and desired my blood. Offering nalla my banded neck, my hips withdrew just enough to tease and keep her on edge of her next orgasm.*

Nalla… Bite me!

*Bella’s beautiful, sharp fangs struck deep. Praise the Scribe in the Fade! At the stinging instant her fangs dug in, bonding scent flared into the air, my hips slamming hard into hers, balls emptying, marking mine female with my scent inside and out.*

Bella:   *Every cell in my body savored the taste of my hellren, my body moving with his, my core clenching around his cock and milking his release until his hips slowed and he walked us over to the bed.  My lips didn’t leave his neck until we were lying on the bed and he hovered on top of me.  With a gentle swipe of my tongue, I sealed the twin wounds and kissed my hellren with a desire that burned inside me.  Flames licked and teased at my core as he began to move again* Oh… nallum… yes, please… harder….

*I could never get enough of Z.  My body ached for his touch and looking into those beautiful citrine eyes sent a shiver down my spine and straight to my core.  Our bodies moved together, plunging us into a sea of releases as the hours passed by, until we were both completely spent, and our muscles were weak from exhaustion*

Zsadist:  *The hours sped by and it seemed we’d barely begun had it not been for the steady, rapid beat of our hearts and the panting of our breaths, the thick scent of bonding and sex in the air. And still, I could not get enough of mine Bella.

Sated, for the moment, I lay half atop my female, our hips still locked together as my lips found hers in a slow kiss before I eased to the side and tucked my shellan into my chest. Eyes closing, I had the brief thought that I was a damn lucky male. Fingers ghosted up and down Bella’s side and back, her skin smooth like the finest satin as we rested, my mind doing a rare wander.

I was a lucky male. Thrice over. Phury, mine twin, rescued me from the Mistress, and sacrificed his leg in the process. Bella survived being kidnapped, capturing my heart and soul in the process. Little Nalla… sweet, sweet Nalla, the young I never thought I’d have, beautiful and smart as her mahmen, and the one that healed us both. I was.. AM, a lucky male.*

Bella:    *Everything was as it should be.  Z and I… happy and thanking the Scribe Virgin for our blessings every day.  Every night when he returned from rotation, I sent up a silent prayer of gratitude.  This life wasn’t all sunshine and roses, and it came at a price.  We had everything we needed, and more, but it could all change in the blink of an eye, and neither of us ever took this life for granted.  

Our family had suffered pain and loss over the years.  Welsie and her unborn young… Selena…  We also gained so much more than anyone could ever have hoped for.  

I smiled up at Z.  My smile turning to a silent “O” as he grew hard inside me and his hips started moving.  We were in for another round of pure pleasure before we both fell asleep in each others arms*  

#Blessings with @ScarredNLethal   #BondedBrothers

[qhuinnbdb]

The Talk

Qhuinn:   *Layla walked in and gave me her usual light hearted smile.  I got up from the chair I was sitting on next to Grahve, and bent down to kiss her cheek*  Thank you for being here so quick.

*Grahve was half awake as Layla walked up to him and sat on the chair I left behind. I turned and winked at them both before leaving the room to check on Jane.

When I couldn’t find Jane anywhere, I went up to my room to shower and throw on a clean pair of clothes, before returning to the medical wing just in time to see Layla off.

Grahve looked much better and apart from having a hard on, everything else looked back to normal*

You feeling better?

 Grahve:  

Taking a few seconds to work my jaw a little (yeah, the first few sips from the Chosen’s vein had been painfully hilarious, emphasis on /painful/) I gave a slow nod. It wasn’t every day I took a beating from a male that was totally possessive of their partner.

Oh wait…

Looking over at Qhuinn, I tried a few words. I was healing, but fuck if it still didn’t ache a little. Chosen blood could only do so much so fast. I’d have to buy Layla a bouquet of flowers or some shit though.

“I feel less like I got mauled by a rabid male. But hey, that seems to be my thing here,” I managed, looking away. “Somehow ending up involved with people that are already involved.”

I let the statement hang between us a few moments, then finally looked back at Qhuinn. He was just as disarming as the first night I’d met him, his gaze still arresting in its intense beauty. It was unfair, I realised, the feeling foreign to me. I’d never been involved with others. Not like this. Human lovers and a lifetime of travelling had given me no connections. No one to care about. Now I had more than I could count.

I was beginning to wonder just how much I liked it…

“You didn’t tell me you were seeing someone, and look, I get it’s probably none of my fuckin’ business n’ all that shit, but when that other someone turns out to be my rotation partner and we damn near fuckin’ die for each other, then yeah, it starts to get important,” I rattle off, barely hearing the fact I was rambling. Even my jaw had stopped aching enough for me to get that all out. Natch.

 Qhuinn:   *Mismatched eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of me “seeing someone”, and then I eased up.  Most people weren’t as fucked up as I was.  Most people started a relationship and stuck with that person until the relationship ended.  I wasn’t most people.  I had no intention of doing the relationship thing.  It didn’t work with Blay and it sure as hell wasn’t gonna work with Crhis.

At least that’s what I told myself.  Deep down, I knew that I fucked up big time with Blay, and I was about to do the same with Crhis.  Blay had moved on.  How long would it take Crhis to move on?  

I gave Grahve a slow once over, to make sure he was up for this conversation.  At the rate he was streaming ahead, I take it he was up for it*

I don’t do relationships.  I have a good time with like minded people.  I fuck.  It’s as simple as that.  *I scrubbed a hand over my face and sighed*  Do you want me to leave?

*As I said the words, I realized I had to talk to Crhis.  He had to know where we stood and that this wasn’t heading anywhere.  I enjoyed my freedom, enjoyed fucking Grahve and whoever else happened to catch my interest*

Grahve:  

I bit back on my own irritation, surprised to feel it at all. I’d entered into this - whatever ‘this’ was with Qhuinn - under the proviso of no strings. He was fierce, hot, intelligent and a warrior; all qualities I approved of in a partner that could meet me hit for hit. But I couldn’t in good conscience continue that when I felt the bond I did with Crhis.

I was attracted to Q, sure.

But I’d /bled/ with Crhis. For Crhis.

It was a bond I took very seriously.

“Far be it from me to offer relationship advice; I’ve got the emotional range of a teaspoon ninety percent of the time,” I managed, lifting a hand to rub at my jaw and immediately regretting it. “But… don’t fuck up good feelings with good people. We’re our own worst enemies.”

Shifting my legs to hang off the bed, I got the faint hit that I was still, somewhat, drugged. Well, that was fine too. I probably needed that.

“It’s not that I don’t like our horizontal fun time, or think that you’re fuckin’ smokin’. And hey, even Crhis is hands down hot as fuck, but I can’t jeopardise loyalty for a good time. No matter /how/ good.”

And it was really, really good. Fuuuuuuuck. How did I end up in these situations?

Qhuinn:  *Grahve’s words brought a low growl to my lips.  Sure, I could replace him tomorrow if I wanted to.  But I had grown to like this male, and I was about to open my mouth to tell him he meant more to me than a casual fuck, but I kept it shut.

Truth was, Crhis also meant more to me, and Grahve had made it clear that he wouldn’t betray Crhis.  This left me with a choice to make, and there was no second thought spared as I spoke*

I respect that.  Our relationship will be strictly Brother and trainee from now on.

I got up and started walking out, turning and looking back*  You should stay here and heal up properly before you attempt to leave the room.  

*With that, I left and took a deep breath as I headed down the tunnels* 

  #TheTalk  #BondedBrothers

[dehstructionbdb]