Doggen Style ~ Part 3
The final bit of silliness...
● Title: Doggen Style ~ Little Boy Blue
● Author: Isabel77
● Rating: R
● Characters: Vishous, Rhage, Butch, Wrath, Fritz
● Word Count: 3138
● Disclaimer: Based on characters created by JR Ward...not mine.
● Summary: Vishous & Rhage settle their bet.
Nearly an hour later, Vishous sat in the over-stuffed chair in Rhage’s room, reading, Butch was stretched out on the bed and Wrath was leaning against the dresser, his massive arms folded across his chest.
“Christ, how long is he gonna soak in that fucking tub?” Wrath asked, clearly growing impatient.
“I had him pretty relaxed, he probably fell asleep.” V told the king. “The water’s got to be getting cold, though….it shouldn’t be much longer.” As soon as the words left his mouth, splashing could be heard in the bathroom.
“VISHOOOOUUUUUUUUSS!!!!!”
Butch laughed. “I guess he’s awake.”
Three pairs of eyes turned to the bathroom door as it was flung wide and the doorway was filled with over six and a half feet of dripping wet, naked vampire, his skin dyed a lovely shade of blue.
Butch tried to contain his laughter and was doing a piss poor job of it while Rhage stalked across the room to confront V. “I should have known! You never could have just accepted a loss that well….you…”
V closed the book he was reading and laid it face up on the table next to his chair while Rhage ranted. The brother paused when he saw just what book it was.
“You were saying?” V urged.
“W-What’s that?” Rhage asked, eyeing the book rather nervously.
“It’s a book…I know you haven’t read many, but I’m sure you know exactly what book this is.”
“I’ve never seen it before…how would I know…” Rhage said, denying everything, despite the fact that he knew his ass was soon-to-be toast…as well as blue.
Vishous picked up the book again and opened it to page 79. “It just so happens, it’s the book that’s been missing for the last week. The one that proves you’re not quite the stupidest vampire to have ever walked the earth.” V turned the book toward Rhage so he could read the passage in question.
“So what? “ Rhage said with a shrug, wiping away the water dripping from his hair and into his eyes. “So we get that you’re a fucking genius, you know everything. You’re still a week late…you still lost.”
“You’re still gonna go there?” V asked with a sharp laugh as he closed the book and put it back on the table. “You’re still gonna play dumb and pretend you don’t know where I found it?”
“I told you….I’ve never seen it before…”
“Hollywood, never mind the fact that I can smell you’re lying…” Wrath threw in. “But V got the whole story from Fritz, so it’s time to man up, my brother.”
Fritz had returned to the room just as Vishous had discovered the book under Rhage’s mattress. The doggen had been quite distressed when he learned he had unwittingly aided Rhage in his deception. He had only tried to be his usual helpful self when he retrieved the book after Rhage had asked him if he knew anything about the event in Vampire history that the wager was centered on.
Rhage turned to face the king. He had been so intent on giving Vishous a smack-down when he burst from the bathroom he had barely noticed the others in the room until the king had spoken. Though he could not see Wrath’s eyes behind the dark wrap-arounds the king wore, he knew better than to deny anything further. “Fine…” he said with a big, resigning sigh. “I took the book…but I didn’t do it on purpose…well, I hid it on purpose. But I didn’t ask Fritz to get it for me…I was just asking him if he knew anything about the Baron while I was in the kitchen…and you know Fritz, he had to run right then and get the book for me. I hadn’t planned on cheating, but c’mon…when I had the book in my hands….and knew I lost…I just had to!” Rhage turned around to face V. “But you didn’t have to turn me blue!” Butch chuckled from his place on the bed. Hollywood ignored him.
V looked Rhage over with a satisfied, and some-what sadistic smile. “I gave you the chance to come clean when you were in the tub. I said you’d won…fair and square…remember? You could have admitted everything then, but you didn’t…that’s why you’re blue.”
Rhage started to sputter something, but Vishous cut him off. “Relax….it’s not permanent. It should only last a few days.”
“A few days?!!!” Rhage bellowed. “What the fuck am I supposed to do until then? I look like a goddamned, giant Smurf!”
With that Butch lost it, howling with laughter. “What the fuck are you laughing at, Cop?” Rhage growled.
“That’s a good color for you…really brings out your eyes…” Butch managed to spit out before he erupted in another round of hilarity, then he started laughing even harder, tears forming in his eyes. “That’s an awful bad case of blue-balls, though…” That got V and even Wrath laughing. Rhage failed to find the humor in the situation.
“It’s times like these…” Wrath said, still laughing, “That I really wish my eyesight was better.”
“I’m so glad I can amuse you.” Rhage grumbled and turned back to V. “This should more than settle the bet, asshole.”
“Oh no…” Vishous chuckled. “That’s payback for cheating…you still owe me two weeks for the bet.”
“Plus the one week you cheated him out of.” Wrath added.
“What?! No way!” Rhage spun around to face the King. “My Lord, that is so not fair! The bet was for two weeks! And look what he’s done to me! How am supposed to go out like this?”
“Hollywood, you can argue ‘til you’re blue in the face…” Wrath told him, barely managing to keep a straight face. “But it won’t do you any good. You started this, you cheated, you dishonored your Brother. If this was something more serious, instead of some asinine bet, you would be offering Vishous a rythe. I suggest you shut the fuck up, before I double it and make it six weeks.” As much as it pained him, Rhage decided it best to do as was suggested. His King was not one to waste his breath on idle threats.
“Now can we please go down to Last Meal?” Wrath asked, though he didn’t really expect an answer. “Fritz is probably hyperventilating because we’re not all at the table yet.”
“Yeah, I’m starving!” Butch said and jumped up from the bed. “Wonder what we’re having…isn’t this seafood night? Maybe some pan-fried bluegill and a nice salad….with blue cheese dressing…oh, and blueberry pie for dessert!”
“Keep it up, Cop.” Rhage warned. “I may be blue for a few days, but I can make you black and blue for a week.”
Butch just laughed. “Bring it on, Little Boy Blue!” He left the room singing, “I’m blue, da ba dee…”
“See you downstairs, Big Blue.” V said, giving Rhage a slap on his back as he passed.
Rhage was thinking he would just eat in his room when Wrath reminded him he would be expected to serve Vishous his meals, as V had done for him for the last week, effective immediately. The two vampires then left, leaving him alone to grumble to himself.
~ * ~
Fritz had been holding dinner for nearly 20 minutes, waiting for the King’s arrival. Tohrment, Zsadist and Phury were waiting patiently in the dining room for the rest of the Brothers to join them so they could eat. So everyone was happy when the other males finally came downstairs. Now they were just waiting for Rhage.
“You really put dye in his bath?” Phury asked and V nodded. The others at the table snickered. They had been getting filled in on the recent turn of events. All eyes turned to the hall as they heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. As soon as Rhage stepped through the archway, everyone at the table started to laugh.
“V, where the hell are the rest of my clothes?” Rhage asked, attempting to ignore his Brothers’ laughter.
“Gee, Hollywood, why so blue?” Tohr joked.
“Haha. You’re a fucking comedian.” Rhage replied with a heavy dose of sarcasm as he made his way around the table to where V sat. “Where are my clothes? The only things in my closet are my leathers and a few t-shirts.” Which was exactly what he was wearing, that and his favorite flip-flops.
“Are you talking about the clothes that I painstakingly laundered and folded for you yesterday?” Vishous asked. “The clothes that were scattered all over the floor of your room tonight?”
“Oh…yeah…” Rhage answered guiltily. “Sorry about that. I just…”
“Yeah, I know exactly what you were trying to do.” V said, cutting him off. “I bagged your clothes up with all the garbage that was in your room. You’ll have to ask Fritz what he did with them.” Before Rhage could make any comment, V continued, “You won’t need anything else for the next three weeks, anyway. You got your leathers for the street and Fritz has a uniform ready for you for when you’re at home.”
“A uniform?! I didn’t make you wear a uniform!” Rhage exclaimed.
“I didn’t cheat.” Was V’s simple reply.
Rhage was really beginning to regret trying to pull one over on Vishous. He supposed he did deserve some of it, though he thought being turned into a temporary member of the Blue Man Group was more than sufficient payback. “Okay, okay…I’ll go put the uniform on.” He finally conceded. How bad could it be? Fritz was always in full livery, it had to be fairly comfortable. Besides, the old guy looked pretty dapper in his doggen-duds. Without further protest, Rhage went to find Fritz.
“Where the hell did you find a uniform big enough for Hollywood?” Wrath asked, quite curious.
V chuckled rather mischievously. “Fritz had to piece together two or three to make one big enough. The man’s a domestic genius.”
It wasn’t five minutes later that Rhage stormed back into the dining room. “No fucking way, V! No. Fucking. Way.”
“What? Didn’t it fit?” Vishous asked innocently.
“I am not wearing that!”
“C’mon, Hollywood,” Wrath urged, “it’s the same thing the other doggen are wearing.”
“Yeah - the female doggen!”
The entire table burst into laughter.
“Oh man….I gotta see this!” Butch wailed.
“What’s the problem, pretty boy? Afraid to get in touch with your feminine side?” Z taunted with an uncharacteristic smile.
“Let’s see you do it, asshole!” Rhage snapped back.
“Nah…you got much better legs than I do.”
“My Lord…” Rhage turned to the King for support. “Don’t you think this is going a little above and beyond? I mean, c’mon…” He gestured to his blue-tinted skin.
“Not my call.” Wrath replied. “V’s the one you wronged; he’s the one to decide your punishment.”
Rhage closed his eyes and took a deep breath before turning back to Vishous, knowing this was more than likely a lost cause. “C’mon V…buddy…how about a case of Goose and I do the three weeks in my own clothes?”
Dark brows raised in a very dubious expression. “Oh, so it’s ‘buddy’ now, is it? Was I your buddy when you purposely trashed your room so I would have to clean it up? Or when you hid that book under your bed?” When he got no answer, V continued, “No…I think I’ll buy my own Goose, thanks. But if you want to deal, here’s my offer…you can either serve me here at the compound…in your uniform….for the three weeks, or…” Vishous paused for effect, “you serve me for three nights at my penthouse. Your choice.”
Rhage frowned. He’d heard rumors about what happens at V’s penthouse. “What would I have to do there?” He asked, almost afraid to know.
“Whatever I tell you to do…with no argument.” He didn’t mention how difficult it would be to argue with a ball gag in his mouth. “You wouldn’t need the uniform.” He added with a shrug.
Rhage was pretty sure he didn’t want to be at V’s mercy if the rumors were true, but if it ended this all in three days…
“Tell you what - we can even make it one night a week, for three weeks…so you have time to recover in between.”
That definitely made up his mind. “I’ll go change…”
“That’s what I thought.” V said smugly.
Everyone was laughing as Rhage left to don his uniform.
“I can’t wait to see this.” Tohr commented as Fritz and one of the female doggen finally began serving their meal. Butch had been right, it was seafood night, but instead of bluegill, they were treated to delicious smoked salmon and a watercress salad with a lemon-caper vinaigrette.
When Fritz attempted to serve Vishous a portion of the salmon, V held his hand over his plate to stop him. “Oh yes, of course. My apologies sire. Master Rhage should be out momentarily…as soon as he is dressed properly. Though I’m afraid I could not find him suitable footwear on such short notice.” Fritz said, with all the propriety expected of his station, though the sparkle in his eyes gave a hint that he might be enjoying Rhage’s current situation as much as everyone else.
V laughed, “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Fritz. Thank you.”
Just as everyone - except Vishous - had been served, Rhage appeared in the doorway and was greeted by a round of catcalls and whistles. The male struck various poses under the arched opening, figuring if he had to do this, he may as well do it right. He never really minded being the center of attention anyway, he was used to it, and he had to admit he actually looked pretty damn good…if one was into giant blue chicks.
How Fritz got the uniform to fit him, he’d never know. There were a few extra seams, but they were barely noticeable in the solid black fabric that fit his massive torso just right, allowing free movement yet keeping its shape. The sleeves were a little shorter than they should be seeing Rhage’s arms were a good deal long than any female's, and with the brother measuring a healthy six foot eight, the hem of the garment was considerably higher than the proper knee-length the female doggen wore. The blue of his long, muscular legs only seemed to enhance the outfit, and while his black flip-flops may not have been appropriate footwear, at least they matched the rest of his ensemble.
The slap of his sandals could still be heard over the Brothers’ laughter as Rhage sashayed around the table and taking the platter of fish from Fritz proceeded to serve Vishous his meal. “Would you like one or two filets, sire?” he asked with his voice notably higher than usual.
“Two, please.” V answered with a completely straight face. The others at the table could barely contain their laughter.
After V’s plate was filled, Rhage turned to the King. “Am I allowed to eat with the rest of you?”
Wrath shrugged. “Fine by me…V?”
Vishous paused, considering it long enough that he was treated to an are-you-kidding-me kind of look from Hollywood, and then he laughed. “Yeah, I guess...I’d hate to deprive the rest of you of a little female companionship.”
“That’s right…” Rhage said as he walked behind Vishous, his hips swaying. “You know you all want some of this.” He smacked himself on the ass to emphasize exactly what this was. The Brothers all laughed and started with the catcalls once again. As he walked past Butch, the cop flipped up the back of his skirt revealing snug grey mélange Dolce and Gabbana boxers. “Hey! Hands off, buddy! You gotta pay to play with that!”
Butch laughed. “I was just checking to see if you had some frilly pink panties under there.”
Hollywood paused with a thoughtful look on his face. “Hmm…what do you think, Fritz? You think you could find a pair in my size?”
“As you wish, sire.” The doggen replied without blinking eye.
“But not pink…I’m not really a pink kinda guy. Red maybe…or black to match the outfit.”
“Not sure they make ruffled panties in black, Hollywood.” Butch laughed.
“I’m not sure they make granny-pants with ruffles at all.” Tohr added.
Rhage glared at him. “Granny-pants?! Are you saying I have a big ass?” He asked, offended at the thought. Turning around, Rhage patted and rubbed his behind. “Look at that, man…that’s 100% USDA choice. You can only wish you had an ass that fine.”
“Hollywood…” Vishous said with an unbelievable shake of his head. “I think you’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Am I?” he asked innocently. “Am I pissing you off yet?”
“No, you’re not pissing me off, asshole.” V laughed. “But you are starting to turn me on…especially the way you keep smacking your ass.”
“Eww!” Rhage shuddered as he took his usual seat at the table. “You are one sick bastard, V.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” V replied dryly.
As the males finally went about eating their meal the banter continued. “I guess for the next three weeks we should be calling you Holly instead of Hollywood, huh?” Phury teased.
“No…no…” Butch put in, “Rhagina! I’m gonna call him Rhagina!”
As raucous laughter and taunts of Rhagina went around the table empty plates were cleared and Fritz entered the dining room with a tray laden with sweet-smelling dessert. “Oh…that smells fantastic, Fritz!” Butch commented. “What’s for dessert?”
Fritz beamed. “Fresh baked blueberry cobbler.”
The Brothers all howled hysterically, including Rhage. Even though he was the butt of all the jokes and probably would be for the next three weeks he had to enjoy the humor of the situation. As he thought about all the blue jokes, and the girly names, and even the goddamned uniform he had to laugh. Vishous had got him good this time…real good. He looked across the table, aqua blue eyes meeting diamond white, and he smiled. “You know I’m gonna get you back for this, right?”
“You can try.” Vishous replied.
“Oh I will…you can count on it.”
“I do, Hollywood.”
“Rhagina.” Butch corrected.
V chuckled. “I do count on it…I count on you to make an ass of yourself trying to pull one over on me…just like you did this time.”
Rhage shook his head. “That’s not gonna happen again…just prepare yourself, because someday when you least expect it, I’m gonna be there and you’re gonna pay for this…all of this.”
Vishous raised his glass of Grey Goose in a toast. “I look forward to it.”
The rest of the Brothers would be looking forward to it as well. Observing the games the two of them played was better than cable TV and it just kept getting better and better.
● Title: Doggen Style ~ Little Boy Blue
● Author: Isabel77
● Rating: R
● Characters: Vishous, Rhage, Butch, Wrath, Fritz
● Word Count: 3138
● Disclaimer: Based on characters created by JR Ward...not mine.
● Summary: Vishous & Rhage settle their bet.
Nearly an hour later, Vishous sat in the over-stuffed chair in Rhage’s room, reading, Butch was stretched out on the bed and Wrath was leaning against the dresser, his massive arms folded across his chest.
“Christ, how long is he gonna soak in that fucking tub?” Wrath asked, clearly growing impatient.
“I had him pretty relaxed, he probably fell asleep.” V told the king. “The water’s got to be getting cold, though….it shouldn’t be much longer.” As soon as the words left his mouth, splashing could be heard in the bathroom.
“VISHOOOOUUUUUUUUSS!!!!!”
Butch laughed. “I guess he’s awake.”
Three pairs of eyes turned to the bathroom door as it was flung wide and the doorway was filled with over six and a half feet of dripping wet, naked vampire, his skin dyed a lovely shade of blue.
Butch tried to contain his laughter and was doing a piss poor job of it while Rhage stalked across the room to confront V. “I should have known! You never could have just accepted a loss that well….you…”
V closed the book he was reading and laid it face up on the table next to his chair while Rhage ranted. The brother paused when he saw just what book it was.
“You were saying?” V urged.
“W-What’s that?” Rhage asked, eyeing the book rather nervously.
“It’s a book…I know you haven’t read many, but I’m sure you know exactly what book this is.”
“I’ve never seen it before…how would I know…” Rhage said, denying everything, despite the fact that he knew his ass was soon-to-be toast…as well as blue.
Vishous picked up the book again and opened it to page 79. “It just so happens, it’s the book that’s been missing for the last week. The one that proves you’re not quite the stupidest vampire to have ever walked the earth.” V turned the book toward Rhage so he could read the passage in question.
“So what? “ Rhage said with a shrug, wiping away the water dripping from his hair and into his eyes. “So we get that you’re a fucking genius, you know everything. You’re still a week late…you still lost.”
“You’re still gonna go there?” V asked with a sharp laugh as he closed the book and put it back on the table. “You’re still gonna play dumb and pretend you don’t know where I found it?”
“I told you….I’ve never seen it before…”
“Hollywood, never mind the fact that I can smell you’re lying…” Wrath threw in. “But V got the whole story from Fritz, so it’s time to man up, my brother.”
Fritz had returned to the room just as Vishous had discovered the book under Rhage’s mattress. The doggen had been quite distressed when he learned he had unwittingly aided Rhage in his deception. He had only tried to be his usual helpful self when he retrieved the book after Rhage had asked him if he knew anything about the event in Vampire history that the wager was centered on.
Rhage turned to face the king. He had been so intent on giving Vishous a smack-down when he burst from the bathroom he had barely noticed the others in the room until the king had spoken. Though he could not see Wrath’s eyes behind the dark wrap-arounds the king wore, he knew better than to deny anything further. “Fine…” he said with a big, resigning sigh. “I took the book…but I didn’t do it on purpose…well, I hid it on purpose. But I didn’t ask Fritz to get it for me…I was just asking him if he knew anything about the Baron while I was in the kitchen…and you know Fritz, he had to run right then and get the book for me. I hadn’t planned on cheating, but c’mon…when I had the book in my hands….and knew I lost…I just had to!” Rhage turned around to face V. “But you didn’t have to turn me blue!” Butch chuckled from his place on the bed. Hollywood ignored him.
V looked Rhage over with a satisfied, and some-what sadistic smile. “I gave you the chance to come clean when you were in the tub. I said you’d won…fair and square…remember? You could have admitted everything then, but you didn’t…that’s why you’re blue.”
Rhage started to sputter something, but Vishous cut him off. “Relax….it’s not permanent. It should only last a few days.”
“A few days?!!!” Rhage bellowed. “What the fuck am I supposed to do until then? I look like a goddamned, giant Smurf!”
With that Butch lost it, howling with laughter. “What the fuck are you laughing at, Cop?” Rhage growled.
“That’s a good color for you…really brings out your eyes…” Butch managed to spit out before he erupted in another round of hilarity, then he started laughing even harder, tears forming in his eyes. “That’s an awful bad case of blue-balls, though…” That got V and even Wrath laughing. Rhage failed to find the humor in the situation.
“It’s times like these…” Wrath said, still laughing, “That I really wish my eyesight was better.”
“I’m so glad I can amuse you.” Rhage grumbled and turned back to V. “This should more than settle the bet, asshole.”
“Oh no…” Vishous chuckled. “That’s payback for cheating…you still owe me two weeks for the bet.”
“Plus the one week you cheated him out of.” Wrath added.
“What?! No way!” Rhage spun around to face the King. “My Lord, that is so not fair! The bet was for two weeks! And look what he’s done to me! How am supposed to go out like this?”
“Hollywood, you can argue ‘til you’re blue in the face…” Wrath told him, barely managing to keep a straight face. “But it won’t do you any good. You started this, you cheated, you dishonored your Brother. If this was something more serious, instead of some asinine bet, you would be offering Vishous a rythe. I suggest you shut the fuck up, before I double it and make it six weeks.” As much as it pained him, Rhage decided it best to do as was suggested. His King was not one to waste his breath on idle threats.
“Now can we please go down to Last Meal?” Wrath asked, though he didn’t really expect an answer. “Fritz is probably hyperventilating because we’re not all at the table yet.”
“Yeah, I’m starving!” Butch said and jumped up from the bed. “Wonder what we’re having…isn’t this seafood night? Maybe some pan-fried bluegill and a nice salad….with blue cheese dressing…oh, and blueberry pie for dessert!”
“Keep it up, Cop.” Rhage warned. “I may be blue for a few days, but I can make you black and blue for a week.”
Butch just laughed. “Bring it on, Little Boy Blue!” He left the room singing, “I’m blue, da ba dee…”
“See you downstairs, Big Blue.” V said, giving Rhage a slap on his back as he passed.
Rhage was thinking he would just eat in his room when Wrath reminded him he would be expected to serve Vishous his meals, as V had done for him for the last week, effective immediately. The two vampires then left, leaving him alone to grumble to himself.
~ * ~
Fritz had been holding dinner for nearly 20 minutes, waiting for the King’s arrival. Tohrment, Zsadist and Phury were waiting patiently in the dining room for the rest of the Brothers to join them so they could eat. So everyone was happy when the other males finally came downstairs. Now they were just waiting for Rhage.
“You really put dye in his bath?” Phury asked and V nodded. The others at the table snickered. They had been getting filled in on the recent turn of events. All eyes turned to the hall as they heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. As soon as Rhage stepped through the archway, everyone at the table started to laugh.
“V, where the hell are the rest of my clothes?” Rhage asked, attempting to ignore his Brothers’ laughter.
“Gee, Hollywood, why so blue?” Tohr joked.
“Haha. You’re a fucking comedian.” Rhage replied with a heavy dose of sarcasm as he made his way around the table to where V sat. “Where are my clothes? The only things in my closet are my leathers and a few t-shirts.” Which was exactly what he was wearing, that and his favorite flip-flops.
“Are you talking about the clothes that I painstakingly laundered and folded for you yesterday?” Vishous asked. “The clothes that were scattered all over the floor of your room tonight?”
“Oh…yeah…” Rhage answered guiltily. “Sorry about that. I just…”
“Yeah, I know exactly what you were trying to do.” V said, cutting him off. “I bagged your clothes up with all the garbage that was in your room. You’ll have to ask Fritz what he did with them.” Before Rhage could make any comment, V continued, “You won’t need anything else for the next three weeks, anyway. You got your leathers for the street and Fritz has a uniform ready for you for when you’re at home.”
“A uniform?! I didn’t make you wear a uniform!” Rhage exclaimed.
“I didn’t cheat.” Was V’s simple reply.
Rhage was really beginning to regret trying to pull one over on Vishous. He supposed he did deserve some of it, though he thought being turned into a temporary member of the Blue Man Group was more than sufficient payback. “Okay, okay…I’ll go put the uniform on.” He finally conceded. How bad could it be? Fritz was always in full livery, it had to be fairly comfortable. Besides, the old guy looked pretty dapper in his doggen-duds. Without further protest, Rhage went to find Fritz.
“Where the hell did you find a uniform big enough for Hollywood?” Wrath asked, quite curious.
V chuckled rather mischievously. “Fritz had to piece together two or three to make one big enough. The man’s a domestic genius.”
It wasn’t five minutes later that Rhage stormed back into the dining room. “No fucking way, V! No. Fucking. Way.”
“What? Didn’t it fit?” Vishous asked innocently.
“I am not wearing that!”
“C’mon, Hollywood,” Wrath urged, “it’s the same thing the other doggen are wearing.”
“Yeah - the female doggen!”
The entire table burst into laughter.
“Oh man….I gotta see this!” Butch wailed.
“What’s the problem, pretty boy? Afraid to get in touch with your feminine side?” Z taunted with an uncharacteristic smile.
“Let’s see you do it, asshole!” Rhage snapped back.
“Nah…you got much better legs than I do.”
“My Lord…” Rhage turned to the King for support. “Don’t you think this is going a little above and beyond? I mean, c’mon…” He gestured to his blue-tinted skin.
“Not my call.” Wrath replied. “V’s the one you wronged; he’s the one to decide your punishment.”
Rhage closed his eyes and took a deep breath before turning back to Vishous, knowing this was more than likely a lost cause. “C’mon V…buddy…how about a case of Goose and I do the three weeks in my own clothes?”
Dark brows raised in a very dubious expression. “Oh, so it’s ‘buddy’ now, is it? Was I your buddy when you purposely trashed your room so I would have to clean it up? Or when you hid that book under your bed?” When he got no answer, V continued, “No…I think I’ll buy my own Goose, thanks. But if you want to deal, here’s my offer…you can either serve me here at the compound…in your uniform….for the three weeks, or…” Vishous paused for effect, “you serve me for three nights at my penthouse. Your choice.”
Rhage frowned. He’d heard rumors about what happens at V’s penthouse. “What would I have to do there?” He asked, almost afraid to know.
“Whatever I tell you to do…with no argument.” He didn’t mention how difficult it would be to argue with a ball gag in his mouth. “You wouldn’t need the uniform.” He added with a shrug.
Rhage was pretty sure he didn’t want to be at V’s mercy if the rumors were true, but if it ended this all in three days…
“Tell you what - we can even make it one night a week, for three weeks…so you have time to recover in between.”
That definitely made up his mind. “I’ll go change…”
“That’s what I thought.” V said smugly.
Everyone was laughing as Rhage left to don his uniform.
“I can’t wait to see this.” Tohr commented as Fritz and one of the female doggen finally began serving their meal. Butch had been right, it was seafood night, but instead of bluegill, they were treated to delicious smoked salmon and a watercress salad with a lemon-caper vinaigrette.
When Fritz attempted to serve Vishous a portion of the salmon, V held his hand over his plate to stop him. “Oh yes, of course. My apologies sire. Master Rhage should be out momentarily…as soon as he is dressed properly. Though I’m afraid I could not find him suitable footwear on such short notice.” Fritz said, with all the propriety expected of his station, though the sparkle in his eyes gave a hint that he might be enjoying Rhage’s current situation as much as everyone else.
V laughed, “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Fritz. Thank you.”
Just as everyone - except Vishous - had been served, Rhage appeared in the doorway and was greeted by a round of catcalls and whistles. The male struck various poses under the arched opening, figuring if he had to do this, he may as well do it right. He never really minded being the center of attention anyway, he was used to it, and he had to admit he actually looked pretty damn good…if one was into giant blue chicks.
How Fritz got the uniform to fit him, he’d never know. There were a few extra seams, but they were barely noticeable in the solid black fabric that fit his massive torso just right, allowing free movement yet keeping its shape. The sleeves were a little shorter than they should be seeing Rhage’s arms were a good deal long than any female's, and with the brother measuring a healthy six foot eight, the hem of the garment was considerably higher than the proper knee-length the female doggen wore. The blue of his long, muscular legs only seemed to enhance the outfit, and while his black flip-flops may not have been appropriate footwear, at least they matched the rest of his ensemble.
The slap of his sandals could still be heard over the Brothers’ laughter as Rhage sashayed around the table and taking the platter of fish from Fritz proceeded to serve Vishous his meal. “Would you like one or two filets, sire?” he asked with his voice notably higher than usual.
“Two, please.” V answered with a completely straight face. The others at the table could barely contain their laughter.
After V’s plate was filled, Rhage turned to the King. “Am I allowed to eat with the rest of you?”
Wrath shrugged. “Fine by me…V?”
Vishous paused, considering it long enough that he was treated to an are-you-kidding-me kind of look from Hollywood, and then he laughed. “Yeah, I guess...I’d hate to deprive the rest of you of a little female companionship.”
“That’s right…” Rhage said as he walked behind Vishous, his hips swaying. “You know you all want some of this.” He smacked himself on the ass to emphasize exactly what this was. The Brothers all laughed and started with the catcalls once again. As he walked past Butch, the cop flipped up the back of his skirt revealing snug grey mélange Dolce and Gabbana boxers. “Hey! Hands off, buddy! You gotta pay to play with that!”
Butch laughed. “I was just checking to see if you had some frilly pink panties under there.”
Hollywood paused with a thoughtful look on his face. “Hmm…what do you think, Fritz? You think you could find a pair in my size?”
“As you wish, sire.” The doggen replied without blinking eye.
“But not pink…I’m not really a pink kinda guy. Red maybe…or black to match the outfit.”
“Not sure they make ruffled panties in black, Hollywood.” Butch laughed.
“I’m not sure they make granny-pants with ruffles at all.” Tohr added.
Rhage glared at him. “Granny-pants?! Are you saying I have a big ass?” He asked, offended at the thought. Turning around, Rhage patted and rubbed his behind. “Look at that, man…that’s 100% USDA choice. You can only wish you had an ass that fine.”
“Hollywood…” Vishous said with an unbelievable shake of his head. “I think you’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Am I?” he asked innocently. “Am I pissing you off yet?”
“No, you’re not pissing me off, asshole.” V laughed. “But you are starting to turn me on…especially the way you keep smacking your ass.”
“Eww!” Rhage shuddered as he took his usual seat at the table. “You are one sick bastard, V.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” V replied dryly.
As the males finally went about eating their meal the banter continued. “I guess for the next three weeks we should be calling you Holly instead of Hollywood, huh?” Phury teased.
“No…no…” Butch put in, “Rhagina! I’m gonna call him Rhagina!”
As raucous laughter and taunts of Rhagina went around the table empty plates were cleared and Fritz entered the dining room with a tray laden with sweet-smelling dessert. “Oh…that smells fantastic, Fritz!” Butch commented. “What’s for dessert?”
Fritz beamed. “Fresh baked blueberry cobbler.”
The Brothers all howled hysterically, including Rhage. Even though he was the butt of all the jokes and probably would be for the next three weeks he had to enjoy the humor of the situation. As he thought about all the blue jokes, and the girly names, and even the goddamned uniform he had to laugh. Vishous had got him good this time…real good. He looked across the table, aqua blue eyes meeting diamond white, and he smiled. “You know I’m gonna get you back for this, right?”
“You can try.” Vishous replied.
“Oh I will…you can count on it.”
“I do, Hollywood.”
“Rhagina.” Butch corrected.
V chuckled. “I do count on it…I count on you to make an ass of yourself trying to pull one over on me…just like you did this time.”
Rhage shook his head. “That’s not gonna happen again…just prepare yourself, because someday when you least expect it, I’m gonna be there and you’re gonna pay for this…all of this.”
Vishous raised his glass of Grey Goose in a toast. “I look forward to it.”
The rest of the Brothers would be looking forward to it as well. Observing the games the two of them played was better than cable TV and it just kept getting better and better.