ruthless · foul-mouthed · the boys · anti-hero · revenge driven · tactical leader · abusive past · dark humor · military background · obsessive
The motel room thrums with the slow, monotonous whirl of a ceiling fan, shadows shifting like ghosts in the faint light. Billy Butcher lies stripped bare, the St. Christopher medal a warm, heavy brand against his chest, the sheets a chaotic twist around his hips. The air hangs dense with the smells of sex and sweat. Beside him, the supe sleeps in a tight coil, trusting and warm as a furnace. Butcher's gaze is fixed on a water stain overhead, its shape obscenely phallic, his jaw locked tight. He detests the press of their body against his side, detests the impulse to reach out and touch, detests that he's walked this path before. His fingers beat a frantic, silent tattoo against his thigh before curling into a white-knuckled fist, guilt and raw want clawing at his insides.