Vash wakes up to a hand combing through his hair.
He smiles unconsciously at the gesture before fully waking up; chasing the hand, asking for more head scratches. Vash hears a snort and opens his eyes to see Nicholas gazing down at him with an exasperated but fond expression.
“You awake, Spikey-head?”
Vash gives him a pout. “Is that how you greet someone when they wake up?”
Nicholas pulls away grinning. “That’s how I greet you in the morning.” Vash huffs at that.
Nicholas strolls towards the bathroom to freshen up before the start of the day. Vash turns to lie on his left side and grabs the pillow next to him—Nicholas’ pillow—and hugs it with his right arm; his left prosthetic is sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. He shoves his face into it and inhales the lingering scent on it, humming in contentment. Vash is about to doze off when he hears Nicholas call him from the bathroom.
“Oi! Are you going to get ready? Meryl and Milly are going to be here in an hour.”
The four of them have been planning a small vacation once the reporter girls had time off and both men weren’t halfway across the desert planet. Meryl and Milly will be arriving soon at Nicholas’ place and they haven’t finished packing.
Vash pulls his face away from the pillow to whine, “That’s more than enough time to sleep a bit longer.”
Nicholas sighs. “Don’t blame me if Meryl chews you out again for not being ready.”
Vash continues hugging the pillow in defiance. He hears Nicholas walk around the bedroom putting various clothes and toiletries in a bag for their trip. He vaguely listens to the noises as he drifts off again, the sounds lulling him to sleep. The sounds soon stop. Seconds later, the bed dips and a head touches his head. Vash purrs at the contact.
“Still pretending you’re a cat, huh?”
Vash snorts and lets go of the pillow to lie flat on his back to look at Nicholas who is sitting at the edge of the bed. Nicholas is fully dressed in casual wear, foregoing the black suit jacket but keeping the white dress shirt and a pair of jeans. He continues to comb Vash’s hair with his fingers and massage his head.
“You’re the one who’s petting me.” Vash snarks back, closing his eyes to the feeling.
Vash has no issues with the head massages, or the petting as Nicholas calls it. Nicholas has been doing it more frequently ever since they’ve gotten together—an unspoken understanding that they care about each other. After getting used to physical touch for the purpose of comfort, Nicholas dishes out as much contact as Vash, mostly in the form of massages to knead Vash’s muscles and old scars. Vash just particularly likes the ones on his head. He definitely has no issues when Nicholas is good at it, untangling the knots on his body, and his deft fingers feel great on his body.
Or maybe Vash likes being touched too much now that he can have something like that— someone like Nicholas.
The head massage leaves Vash feeling fuzzy as Nicholas indulges further. Vash shivers at the feeling of nails grazing across his scalp, from his hairline to the back of his head. Finger pads then rub around his head and trail down to reach behind his neck next to his left shoulder, kneading the area that has Vash sighing in relief. Nicholas’ other head comes to his right shoulder and both hands work through the muscles. Body pliant, Vash feels like putty under Nicholas’ hands.
Vash is so relaxed that when Nicholas lifts his hands to scratch the area behind his ears with blunt nails, he shivers at the tingling sensation travelling throughout his body that leaves goosebumps. He accidentally lets out a breathless moan.
They both freeze.
Vash stubbornly keeps his eyes shut while his face turns red in embarrassment and berates himself for creating a weird mood. How does he get turned from petting? It's Nicholas’ fault that his fingers feel good. But he also doesn’t want Nicholas to feel obligated to do anything more.
Both hands move away from him. Then, a finger tabs his cheek.
“Hey, look at me,” Nicholas says in a soft voice. Vash slowly opens his eyes and gauges Nicholas’ expression—slightly concerned. “You okay?”
Vash gives him a small smile, fighting the urge to avoid eye contact. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
Nicholas looks at him incredulously. “About what?”
God, does he have to say it out loud and embarrass himself even more? “Y’know.” Vash gestures vaguely.
Nicholas saves him from embarrassment. “What? For feeling good?”
He’s not wrong. “Yeah, I just don’t want to ruin the mood.” Vash chuckles self-consciously.
Vash leans up a bit, hinting at Nicholas that he’s going to get up—putting an end to the conversation—but a hand on his chest gently pushes him back down. He gets peeved that Nicholas won’t ignore what happened and frowns at him.
“Nicholas, please just ignore it—.”
Vash stops himself as Nicholas’ hands are back to their previous position behind his ears and scratches. Again. He clenches his jaw shut and exhales through his nose as he feels the sensation again and suppresses a chill. Vash glares at him while Nicholas tries to hold back a smile.
“There’s nothing wrong with feeling good.” Nicholas drawls.
Vash is about to retort but his eyes widen when Nicholas climbs on the bed, swings a leg over his hips and hovers over him. Nicholas leans close to his ear.
“Let me know how good you feel,” Nicholas murmurs.
Vash’s face heats up at the insinuation. He gasps when Nicholas nips at his ear lobe and continues to stroke his head with purpose.
“You don’t have to do this,” Vash rasps out.
Nicholas pulls away and gives him a frown. “Who says I have to? I want to.”
Vash breaks eye contact, wringing his hands. “I don’t want you to feel put off.”
Nicholas pinches Vash’s nose. Vash whines.
“I don't feel ‘put off’. Now quit speaking as if I don’t like you and stop overthinking everything.”
Vash glances up at him through his lashes and smiles wobbly. “You like me?”
Nicholas rolls his eyes. “Unfortunately.” And dives down to place kisses behind Vash’s ear.
Vash lets out a laugh that ends in a shudder as Nicholas kisses down from his ear to his neck—turning his head to give Nicholas more room. Nicholas pulls the collar of his T-shirt down to expose his collarbones and puts his lips on the bone jutting out. Sighing, Vash closes his eyes and relaxes to the soft touches.
Nicholas grabs his waist with both hands, softly thumbing his waist. He continues to kiss along Vash’s collarbone and gives the same attention to the other side of his neck and ear—this time with teeth. Nicholas works a hickey on the sensitive area behind his ear, teeth and tongue leaving a bruise and Vash moans loudly. He feels Nicholas grin at that.
Vash is aware of his body heating up under Nicholas’ ministrations, the slow burn of arousal making him squirm and leave an ache between his legs. He squeezes his legs together when he feels himself growing wet and breathes deeply—pushing away his thoughts from that predicament.
Easing further into the bed, Vash focuses his attention on Nicholas grazing his neck with nips and kisses. The sensations are quite soothing once he gets a hold of himself and they leave him feeling drowsy. Nicholas pulls away from Vash’s slackened body.
“Are you falling asleep on me?”
Vash opens his eyes as he sputters a laugh. “Maybe, I’m just really relaxed.”
Nicholas doesn’t look convinced, furrowing his brows. His eyes skit across Vash’s flushed face and tentative smile. Eyes then peer down at Vash’s thighs which are still pressed together and a small wet patch is visible between them. He hums; Vash flushes.
“At least you’re enjoying it.” Mirth dances in Nicholas’ dark eyes.
Nicholas drags his hands down from Vash’s waist to caress the outside of his thighs. Vash trembles at the heat of Nicholas’ touch and bites his bottom lip. Nicholas’ expression turns serious as his hands touch the hem of Vash’s shirt.
He stares into Vash’s blue eyes. “Can I take it off?”
Vash inhales—it’s not like Nicholas doesn’t know what his body looks like. This time shouldn’t be any different, it isn’t, but he’s nervous. He hasn’t experienced something like this where someone else is giving their full attention to him and wants him to feel comfortable. Wants him to feel like he deserves to have this. Vash pushes away the feeling of tears prickling his eyes.
He stutters out a exhale.“Yes.”
Nicholas helps him take off the shirt. Just as Vash is settling back down on the bed, Nicholas wraps his hands around his bare waist and kisses his sternum.
“Beautiful.”
Vash grips the bedsheet, shivering and holding back a whine to refute him. Nicholas traces the scars littering Vash’s chest with his lips. He leaves a lingering kiss on top of the grate over his heart. Vash pants—dizzy with the emotion that wells up in him at the gesture. Nicholas crawls up to Vash’s level, looking down at him affectionately. Vash tries to blink away the haze in his vision to look back.
Nicholas coos at him. “Let me take care of you.”
Vash absent-mindedly blinks at him, not realizing what he means until he feels hands on the hem of his pants. His eyes widen.
Vash stutters, “You don’t have to.”
Nicholas squints. Vash shrinks back at the gaze.
“I need a verbal yes or no,” Nicholas says firmly with gentleness in his eyes.
Vash takes a second to gather his thoughts. “It’s not what you expect.” Referring to the heat and wetness between his legs.
“I know what to expect.” Nicholas immediately answers back. He continues when Vash gives him a puzzled look. “It’s kinda hard not to notice with the way you sometimes press up against me.”
Vash thinks about the times he has wrapped himself around Nicholas, vaguely remembering the lack of modesty in favour of wanting to be close to him. Ah.
Vash fidgets. “Oh, well, I guess that makes things easier.”
“I still need an answer.” Nicholas huffs.
Vash mulls it over—oh to hell with it. Maybe he can have this.
He nods. “Yes.”
Nicholas smiles and leans down to place a kiss on Vash’s navel, just above his pants. Vash parts his legs and lifts his hips while Nicholas gently takes off his pants along with his briefs and makes himself at home between his legs. As soon as he’s exposed, Vash avoids eye contact while Nicholas admires him, petting his thighs soothingly. Vash can feel how wet he is just from the head touches and kisses.
Nicholas hums. “Could’ve fooled me about trying to sleep when you look like this.”
Vash eye twitches, squirming at the heavy gaze on him. “Maybe I should go to sleep.”
Nicholas glances at him for a second, “Yeah, not happening,” and dives down to lick along his slit, tasting him.
Vash chokes out a moan at the sudden feeling of a tongue being pressed against his cunt and he weakly kicks Nicholas’ side in retaliation. Nicholas just grins and continues lapping. Vash throws an arm over his eyes, breath hitching while Nicholas delves between his folds. He hasn’t been this intimate with another person, let alone someone he’s enamoured with. It leaves him heady and wanting more.
Nicholas pulls away and Vash whines at the loss, hips bucking. A hand grabs the arm covering his eyes and Vash’s hand is placed on top of Nicholas’s head.
“Want to see you,” Nicholas tells him.
Vash locks his gaze with Nicholas, whose pupils are blown wide. He stares at Nicholas’ mouth which is wet with his slick. Vash grasps the head of hair and Nicholas takes it as his cue to lean down again and plunge his tongue back into him.
Vash trembles at the spikes of pleasure from Nicholas teasing and sucking his folds. A particular hum around him makes Vash roll his hips up and whimper. Nicholas pulls away again and Vash almost cries, painfully clutching the hair under his fingers.
Nicholas just laughs.
Vash hisses with tears in his eyes. “Nick, I swear to god—.”
A sharp moan is punched out of him when two fingers replace the tongue; pads stroking his folds, teasing him.
“You were saying?”
Vash bears his fangs at him in annoyance but jolts when fingers tease his clit. Nicholas kisses his inner thigh to placate him. He then mouths a hickey into the fleshy skin.
“Don’t worry Angel, tell me want you want and I’ll do it,” Nicholas utters against his leg.
Vash shudders while fingers continue to brush his wet cunt. He tries to put together a coherent sentence.
“Nnh—Please,” he begs.
Nicholas smiles encouragingly at him. “Please what?”
Vash doesn’t want to say it out loud. A thumb slips between his folds and Vash sniffs, trying to clench down on the finger. He huffs when the finger pulls away.
Nicholas leans up to place a hand on his cheek, forcing Vash to lock gazes with him. “Tell me.”
Too light-headed and throbbing with arousal to care anymore, Vash growls, “I want your fingers in me.”
Nicholas smiles broadly and moves up the bed to kiss Vash firmly on the mouth. Their tongues meet and Vash moans at the taste of himself. Nicholas’ tongue invades his mouth and Vash lets him. Nicholas pulls away leaving Vash breathless and goes back to his previous position between his legs. Fingers touch his slit, purposely coating them with slick, and Vash sighs in relief. Fingers push into his cunt and he keens, arching his back. A hand holds his hips down and fingers start thrusting into him, setting a steady pace.
Vash gets lost in pleasure from the fingers massaging and stretching his walls, openly moaning and panting. Wet noises are heard from the way the fingers drive into him, making him leak from how good it feels. He spasms when they hit a particular angle and cries out.
“There—!”
Nicholas hums in response and bites another hickey on his inner thigh, close to his heat. Vash tenses from the building pressure, lashes wet with tears and hand pulling Nicholas’ hair. A ghost of a breath tickles his clit and Vash jerks against the hold on his hip.
He chokes. “Please!”
Instead, Nicholas nuzzles his face on Vash’s thigh, then rests his chin on it and just watches—seeing Vash become delirious with the need for release as he keeps up with the pace of grinding his fingers into his soaked cunt.
“You look so pretty like this, I could do this forever,” Nicholas tells him.
Vash groans, sounding more like a sob, thrashing his head to the side against the pillow. He pulls at Nicholas' hair trying to pull him to where he wants him to be but Nicholas resists. The bastard. Tears stream down his face—he’s so desperate, he feels like he’s going to combust and Nicholas is taking his sweet time.
“I’m going to kick you—Ah! Out and finish myself!” Vash threatens impatiently, albeit weakly.
Nicholas kisses his hipbone. “Okay, I’ll stop teasing you.” He lifts one of Vash’s legs over his shoulder and leans down to join his fingers to mouth around his cunt and clit.
Finally getting what he wants, Vash gasps and cants his hips up unabashed, desperate to chase his pleasure. Nicholas relents his hold on his hip slightly and lets Vash buck into his fingers and mouth. A hum around him and the graze of Nicholas' stubble sends shockwaves through his body that have him fluttering around the fingers.
Vash feels Nicholas suddenly inhale sharply through his nose and glances down. Nicholas’ dark eyes are on him but Vash also sees something else—his luminescent Plant markings are visible and pulsing throughout his body. At that, Nicholas flicks his tongue with renewed vigour and picks up the pace of fucking his fingers into him.
The frantic pace has Vash clenching down hard and he reaches his climax. Arching his back, he comes with a broken moan, slick gushing out. He holds Nicholas’ head in place, grinding his hips on his face and fingers to ride out the aftershocks. Vash’s body vibrates, purring in satisfaction as Nicholas helps him through it, still buried inside him.
Catching his breath, Vash relents his grip and combs through the hair under his hand as Nicholas pulls out. Vash winces when he feels himself dripping onto the bedsheets. He winces even more looking at Nicholas who's sitting on his hunches; the lower half of his face is drenched and Vash blushes as if he should be more embarrassed about that than what just happened. Nicholas grins at him and grabs the bedsheets to wipe his face clean.
“You liked that, huh? Got you purring and giving me a light show.”
Groaning, Vash covers his red face with a hand. His body is still letting out a quiet hum and his markings are stubbornly noticeable. Nicholas interlaces their hands and moves the hand away from Vash’s face. He looks down at him fondly, using his other hand to brush Vash’s fringe back and Nicholas pecks the mole underneath Vash’s eye. Sighing contently, Vash closes his eyes as he lies boneless on the bed while Nicholas leaves kisses across his face.
Wait.
Vash opens his eyes and peers down at Nicholas’ pants where a bulge is visible.
“Do you need help with that?” Vash asks.
Confused, Nicholas pulls away and follows Vash’s gaze. He snorts. “Nah, don’t worry about that, it’ll go away in a bit. We still need to get ready.”
Vash pouts and Nicholas hones in on it, pecking his lips.
“Maybe later,” he whispers against his lips.
Nicholas gets up from the bed to go to the bathroom and comes back with a cloth. Vash squirms at the cloth touching his swollen cunt. Once cleaned, Vash goes back to lazing on the bed with half-lidden eyes.
“Hey! We still—.”
A knock on the front door is heard across the house and interrupts Nicholas.
“Hey, we’re here! Are you guys ready to go?” It’s Meryl.
Vash snorts at their dilemma while Nicholas pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Why is she here early? She’s going to kill us,” Nicholas laments.
Vash tries to hold back his grin. “If she asks, I’m blaming you.” For once Vash is not the one making them late.
Grumbling, Nicholas grabs Vash’s prosthetic on the nightstand and quickly but gently attaches it to the port on Vash’s arm. He rushes around the room to finish packing while Vash slowly sits up and swings his legs off the edge of the bed. He slouches and his eyes fall shut; he’s even more sleepy than before after being satiated. A hand brushes through his hair and he trills at the touch.
Nicholas kisses the top of his head. “Get ready, I’ll slow Meryl down.” He glances at the soiled bedsheet. “Also, take off the bedsheets and bring them to the laundry room. I’ll clean them when we get back.”
Vash hums in reply. He grabs Nicholas around the waist before he can move away and shoves his face into Nicholas’ inviting chest, nuzzling into it. Nicholas lets him indulge for a couple of seconds until he can’t keep Meryl waiting before she breaks down the door. Vash’s arms fall away as Nicholas steps back. Nicholas lightly pinches Vash’s nose.
“C’mon you big baby, you’ll get to sleep in the car.”
Vash gives him an exaggerated frown. “Okay, I’ll meet you at the front.”
Nicholas ruffles his hair which replaces the frown with a smile. He grabs their bag of belongings and is soon out the bedroom door.
Vash pauses for a moment, then stands to get ready for the day.