Butch And Vishous Quotes

#1. V?"

"What?"

"I will die rather than hurt you."

~Vutch moments~

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#2. I think we're dating now" "Come on ... I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started on the sponge bath afterward.

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#3. Butch: -I hear ya. No one's biz but yours. One question though
Vishous: -What
Butch: -When the females tie you down, do they paint your toe-nails and shit? Or just do your makeup? Wait ... they tickle your pits with feather, right?

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#4. I'm sorry," Butch croaked. "Oh God, I'm so sorry ... "
V put his arm out and curled it around the cop. Pulling the male close to his chest, he laid his head down on his buddy's.
"It's okay," He said roughly. "It's all right. It's okay ... You did the right thing ...

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#5. Butch nodded as if he knew exactly what was doing. Like I said, my man, it's whatever. You and me? Same as always, no matter who you screw. Although ... if you're into sheep, that would be tough. Don't know if I could handle that.

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#6. How can I tell her ... " His voice broke, and he had to clear his throat. "How the fuck can I explain this to her?"
"How can you not. She loves you.
Vishous - Butch (re. Jane)(Lover Unleashed)

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#7. You're the reason I get out of bed every night. And you're the reason I can't wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It's ... you.

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#8. Trust me, true?"
Butch barked a laugh. "Last time you said that i ended up with a vampire cocktail, remember?

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#9. Butch sighed in relief. "Listen, man, do me a favor. Warn me before you pull another stunt like that. I'd rather choose." Then he smiled a little. "And we still ain't dating."
V laughed in a short burst. "Go to sleep, roomie. You can kick my ass for this later."
"I will

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#10. Thank fuck you're not a Yankees fan."
"Don't use the Y-word. We're in mixed company.

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#11. Go home, Butch. I'm not going to do anything stupid." [Vishous to Butch]
"Stupider, you mean."
"Semantics are for shit.

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#12. All right, big guy, down you go."
Oh,yeah. Bed. Bed was good.
"And look who's here. It's Nurse Vishous.

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#13. What are the rules," The cop said.
"There are none." Vishous spread his stance and braced himself.
"Do whatever you want ... but you have to break me. You've got to tear me apart.

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#14. Okay, big guy, as much as I'm enjoying this, I don't think my tan's improving much considering it's pitch dark." [Butch to Vishous]
"You don't have a tan."
"See? This is getting me nowhere. So how about we head home?

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#15. Thanks for putting me up for it ... trahyner." As V's eyes flared, Butch said, "Yeah, I looked up what the word meant. 'Beloved Friend' fits you perfect as far as I'm concerned."
V Flushed. Cleared his throat. "Good Deal, cop. Good ... deal.

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#16. Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead?
Vishous to Butch

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#17. Vishous's chest expanded ... and his diamond stare slowly swung to Butch. There was a heartbeat of intensity. Then V reached out and repositioned the cross so it once again hung over Butch's heart. You did well, cop. Congratulations, true?

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#18. Butch put his hand on his roommate's nape and murmured, I'll do the saving until you get your head back, how about that? I'll keep you safe.

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#19. Don't make me flip you off"
"Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby?"
"Because my finger's getting sore.

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#20. You going to try the rest of your gear on?" he asked on an exhale. "Or you want to whine about your pants a little more?"
"Don't make me flip you off."
"Why would I deprive you of a favorite hobby?" [Vishous to Butch]

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#21. You know you were with the lessers, true?"
Butch lifted one of his busted-up hands. "And here I thought I'd been to Elizabeth Arden.

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#22. V's smile didn't last long. "Don't get your romantic side fired up about me and Jane, buddy.
She's human."
Butch's jaw dropped and he pulled a bobble. "No, really? That's such a shocker! And here I thought she
was a sheep."
V shot Butch a fuck-ya stare.

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#23. One thing you could say about Butch was that his wardrobe was full of options. "Never thought I'd be glad that you're a clothes whore."
"I believe the term is sharp dresser.

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#24. One more thing."
"What."
"I think we're dating now." As V barked out a laugh, the cop shrugged. "Come on ... I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started about the sponge bath afterward."
"Fucker."
"To the end.

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#25. Hey" V said into the darkness.
"Hey"
V went forward, rounding the foot of the bed, using the wall to navigate. Lowering his ass onto the mattress, he sat beside his best friend.

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#26. The Brother's eyes narrowed. But here's something to keep in mind. You ever hurt him on purpose and I will consider you my enemy.

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#27. Those icy bright eyes left her and shifted to his buddy. The frown didn't leave his face. "You look like
hell."
"And you're Miss America.

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#28. What's next? The size of my cock?"
"Hey, even pencils can get the job done - I've heard the moaning from your room to prove it.

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#29. Those deep hazel eyes held his and didn't blink.
"You'd be amazed what I would do to keep you alive."
Abruptly, V's mouth opened, his breath growing tight. And as the two of them stood chest-to-chest, he knew every inch of his body, felt it all at once.

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#30. V?" Butch said. "Don't leave, okay?"
"Never." V brushed Butch's hair back with a gesture so tender it was out of place coming from a male.

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#31. Vishous, could you stop grinning like that? You're beginning to freak me out.

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#32. You want to poof it or ride back with me?

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#33. He went over to the leathers and picked them up. Nice Catholic boy like him didn't know much about BDSM, but it looked like he was going to learn firsthand.
Taking out his cellphone, he hit V, but didn't expect an answer. He guessed GPS was going to have to come in handy once again.

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#34. Butch clapped V on the thigh, then stood up, as if he knew exactly what V was thinking. "Listen, I don't want you to feel bad. It's my animal magnetism. I'm irresistible."
"Smart-ass.

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#35. The guy stroked his goatee. "What do you call twenty guys watching the world series?"
"The New York Yankees," Butch replied.

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#36. Don't think I was the only reason he healed. You're his light, Marissa. Don't ever forget that.

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