So this will hopefully end up as a story comprised of drabbles depicting the life and times of my favorite pairing from the Black Dagger Brotherhood. I honestly think they should have ended up together, and these drabbles are how I think they'd go. Rated M for future chapters, if you don't care for male on male, don't read it, it's as simple as that.

Loosely based off the fanfiction 'True', but the story isn't necessary to understand mine although I highly recommend reading it.

No copyright intended. J.R. Ward is the lady with the power.

Once again, sleep alluded Vishous.

He was plagued with nightmares, a nameless anxiety that followed him into his waking hours and intensified in his sleep. So he chose this. Watching mindless television at three in the morning, hoping not to disturb his sleeping mate in the next room.

This was his third night in a row in which he had gone to sleep only to wake up not half an hour later covered in sweat and the smell of fear permeating through his pores. It was always the same dream, though he could not exactly recall the details of it, he did remember they had something to do with his mother. As if he needed another reason to resent the Scribe Virgin. Talk about mommy issues.

Instead of dwelling further on the meaning of these dreams, he turned his attention back to television screen, seeing with no small about of dismay, that Twilight was on. Fucking sparkly vampires. He quickly changed the channel.

Just when he had settled on watching reruns of the Office, his mate came stumbling through the door.

Wearing their sheet as a cape, and only the boxers he had gone to sleep in, Butch sleepily shuffled over to Vishous, regarding him wordlessly for a second before sighing tiredly.

"Nightmares again?", he said through a yawn.

V nodded. Butch noticed everything, even when V would slip into bed in the wee hours of the morning so that he looked like he'd just woken up right before Butch had. It seemed as though that effort had been pointless though. He should have known better, with Butch having been a cop in his previous life, and being an overall perceptive bastard in general.

"Spread your legs."

Vishous choked back a laugh as he raised an eyebrow at Butch's demand.

"Not for that you pervert," Butch smirked, "now spread em'."

"Yes officer." V couldn't help but tease back. He'd always be his Cop, even when he wasn't technically a cop anymore.

When Vishous complied, Butch sat between V's legs before turning to make himself comfortable against V's chiseled chest, finally tucking the sheet around them and wrapping his arms around V's waist. And lay still.

"What's up Cop?" V couldn't help but ask, not that he minded Butch wrapping himself around him in the slightest.

"Well, you can't sleep because of your nightmares. But I can't sleep without you. So I don't see the point of both of us losing sleep" was Butch's slightly muffled reply as he was already on his way back to sleep, turning his face into his mate's chest and planting a single kiss there before once again settling himself down and greeting the heavy wall of sleep that had been missing in their cold, lonely bed.

V smiled in adoration as Butch immediately began to snore lightly in his sleep. This man, who fought side by side with him against the evils of the world, mostly Lessers mind you, and was completely dedicated to his work with the Brotherhood, always giving one hundred and ten percent of himself in every confrontation they faced, seemed to bring out the softer side of Vishous. Never having had someone who accepted him, who cared for him, who loved him more than in a platonic way, every gesture of affection or love sent him reeling and questioning how he had gotten so lucky as to have found this man.

Why should he fear these dreams? He asked himself. He had everything he needed in order to survive sleeping on his chest. He'd worry about the dreams and their meaning another time. Right now, he's accept the comfort his mate offered, and accept the fact that although he could not control everything, he could control this. The reciprocity of love and warm trust.

And as V silently began to run his fingers through Butch's dark curly hair, he felt the first stirring feelings of peace he hadn't found in three days. He didn't even notice as he joined the love of his long life in a dreamless slumber.

Review if you'd like. This story was for me, always wanting to put words to the imaginings in my mind.