Vash still doesn’t believe what he has with Wolfwood is real.
At one point, he didn’t let himself think it would be possible, tried his best to keep up an emotional wall between them and not be delusional about there being a chance that Wolfwood felt the same way. Intentionally created some distance between them by blocking it out of his mind so he wouldn’t yearn like a lovesick puppy—he still did regardless. He made himself believe Wolfwood didn’t want anything from him.
Oh, how wrong he was.
Wolfwood showed him just how wrong he was by yelling at him after a bad run-in with bounty hunters that left Vash worse for wear, bleeding from bullet wounds. It’s the usual argument where Wolfwood wasn’t happy about Vash’s lack of self-preservation tendencies but this time Vash got huffy and questioned why do you care? Vash expected—and deserved—a punch to the face for that comment but instead, he got a bruising kiss. The weight of Wolfwood’s feelings through the press of his lips left Vash crying, blaming Wolfwood for unlocking the part of his brain he was trying so hard to ignore it. Wolfwood kissed him again to shut him up when he went on a spiel about not deserving any of Wolfwood’s affection.
That happened a while ago. Most things have stayed the same between them after they hashed out their emotions (and insecurities). Vash is a bit dodgy about physical contact—now that he can’t play it off as platonic—but he thinks that he’s getting better at it. The same could be said for Wolfwood, who’s not used to it either but puts enough effort for the both of them. It’s mostly in the form of making sure Vash is not secretly hiding an injury or asking him what’s on his mind when Vash gets a pensive look on his face. Vash jokingly calls him ‘big brother Nico’ when he gets fussy which ends with him getting his cheeks pinched in retaliation.
What’s changed is they are more handsy with each other. Before they gave each a clap on the back or side hugs but now they purposely reach out for each other, to hold each other and be comforted by their combined presence.
One night, Vash wakes up from a nightmare. He turns around to face Wolfwood—thinking maybe he can hold him to help him sleep better—and finds him already staring at him. Usually, Wolfwood sleeps like the dead but he somehow heard Vash’s poorly concealed sniffles. Wolfwood takes one groggy look at him and pulls him against his chest. Listening to his steady heartbeat, Vash sleeps peacefully for the rest of the night. He now uses Wolfwood as a personal body pillow every night.
Wolfwood also gets sleepless nights. Vash is a light sleeper so he hears–or feels—the moment Wolfwood snaps awake. He’s not like Vash who openly cries but instead shoves his face into the pillow, likely to hide the feeling of tears falling. Hugging him from behind, Vash coaxes him to turn around. After some effort, Wolfwood turns and Vash sees his face in the dark for a second before Wolfwood buries his face into Vash’s chest. Vash pets his hair as Wolfwood falls back to sleep.
On certain days, one of them feels too much and thinks they don’t deserve the other.
After retiring for the evening at a hotel, Vash can tell Wolfwood was in a mood so he tones down his blustering. When he leaves the bathroom after freshening up, he sees Wolfwood sitting by the open window with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. Vash strolls to stand in front of him. Wolfwood doesn’t acknowledge him and Vash doesn’t say anything. Vash raises a hand to touch him but stops when Wolfwood almost recoils away, signalling he doesn’t want to be bothered. That won’t do.
In response, Vash straddles his hips and sits on his lap. He wraps his arms around Wolfwood’s neck. Wolfwood grunts, hands nudging Vash’s waist trying to get him off but not fully committed to the act.
“Vash,” he growls.
Vash tightens his hold in defiance, wanting to comfort him in a way he knows how. Wolfwood doesn’t say anything else, though his body is tense and his hands only touch Vash’s waist rather than hold it. Vash can feel Wolfwood’s chest heaving against his, parted lips letting out shallow breaths. After some time, Wolfwood moves, arms coming around Vash to hug him back and tucking his head into his shoulder. Vash kisses the top of his head.
Vash likes to think they’ve gotten better at being comfortable with each other since then; it’s something they’re both not used to but they are getting the hang of it. But then he starts thinking about that.
It starts with the staring.
One day while passing through a town, Vash mind spaces out while staring at the back of Wolfwood’s head. His eyes drift down to his broad shoulders, covered in his black dress suit. Vash suddenly wants the clothing to be taken off to see his bare shoulders and immediately stops his train of thought from going further.
The staring continues—at Wolfwood’s hands, waist, legs—and it happens an embarrassing amount of times that Wolfwood notices. He passes it off as one of Vash’s strange habits and flicks him on the forehead for not listening to him when he catches Vash staring off into space (he was staring at his neck).
It doesn’t get bad until Vash’s mind goes the extra ile one afternoon.
Wolfwood is chatting with a shopkeeper to restock their food supply. Not paying attention to the conversation, Vash eyes and mind wander. His eyes end up landing on the Punisher, specifically, Wolfwood’s fingers holding one of its belts. Absent-mindedly, he gazes at the fingers that shift periodically as Wolfwood adjusts his hold while he is engrossed in the conversation.
Suddenly, an intrusive thought enters his mind: those fingers will feel so good inside of him.
Realizing what his brain just imagined—getting off on Wolfwood’s fingers—Vash abruptly coughs, face red. It leaves his heart racing and an ache between his legs. Wolfwood, who chooses the worst time to look at Vash, senses his distress and raises a brow at him asking what the fuck are you thinking?
Vash nervously smiles, rubbing the back of his neck. Nothing!
Wolfwood squints at him in disbelief and turns back to his conversation. Vash sighs in relief. He needs to get a grip before he makes a fool of himself. He doesn’t know if Wolfwood is into that anyway.
A small part of his brain thinks nobody would be into his mess of a body.
So, Vash doesn’t take it any further than that; keeping his thoughts and hands to himself. Wolfwood, on the other hand, does not keep his hands to himself. He always has a hand on Vash. His mind whirls even at the most platonic touches now that he has unlocked another particular section in his brain. Vash likes to think he’s good at hiding it until one evening, Wolfwood starts to get tactile.
Minding his own business, Vash is sitting at the edge of the mattress, relaxing after freshening up. He’s shirtless too; being stuffed in his coat while trekking through the desert on a hotter-than-usual day had left him itching to get his clothes off and feel a breeze on his worn body. His moment of peace is broken when Wolfwood exits the hotel room’s bathroom. Not paying him any mind, Vash continues to enjoy the feeling of his skin not suffocating, that is, until he feels a dip in the bed next to him and a heavy hand splayed over his abdomen.
“Hey Wolfwood, what’s—”
A kiss on his nape stops him, and Vash can immediately tell it’s the hungry kind of kiss. He gasps, heart stuttering while Wolfwood places open-mouthed kisses on his neck and shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their awake. Vash squirms, body reacting to the ministrations.
“Think I haven’t seen you lookin’ at me?” Tone smug.
Vash chuckles, embarrassed. “Aw man, thought I was good at hiding it.”
With a hand on his chin, Wolfwood turns his head towards him to say, “Can’t hide anythin’ from me,” and kisses Vash on the mouth.
Vash relaxes to the feeling of Wolfwood’s lips moving against his, hands reaching to clutch the collar of his shirt. Humming, he opens his mouth to allow Wolfwood's tongue to enter. Vash thinks that he’s comfortable enough if things go further, which, from Wolfwood's heady actions, seems likely. That thought is dashed away when Wolfwood places both hands on his bare waist and suddenly, it’s too much.
Vash tries not to visibly tense when his mind screams I don’t deserve this my body looks like a mess but I want to—
His self-consciousness is immediately noticed; Wolfwood stops his movements and pulls away. Vash whines, leaning forward to kiss him again but Wolfwood dodges and cups his cheeks instead.
“Vash, what’s wrong?” Concern is written all over his face.
“Nothing, I’m—”
“You’re cryin’.”
Vash realizes he’s, in fact, crying. “Ah, don’t worry about it.” He hastily scrubs his face clean.
Wolfwood is going to worry about it. “Did I do somethin’ wrong?”
“No! You didn’t do anything.” Vash reassures. Wolfwood waits for him to continue. “It’s just, I was thinking…” He wrings his hands.
“Do you really want to do this with me?”
Wolfwood responds with a bewildered stare.
Vash quickly explains himself. “I mean! Uh, isn’t there someone else you’d rather do this with? I don’t deserve this plus my body doesn’t look that great…” Words trailing off the more he gazes at Wolfwood’s expression.
Confused, Wolfwood questions, “Why would I want to have sex with anyone else?”
“Uhh…” Vash doesn’t have an answer to that.
Wolfwood continues. “Think of it like this. Do you want to?” Vash nods. “And I want to too, with you. So quit thinkin’ you don’t ‘deserve it’.” Wolfwood pecks the mole on his cheek.
Wolfwood rests his hands on Vash’s waist. “And frankly, I like your body, don’t call yourself a mess.”
Vash wants to cry for an entirely different reason now. “Okay. Sorry for ruining the mood.”
“Nothin’ to be sorry about. We should get some rest.”
Later that night, when they are both tucked in bed and Wolfwood has dozed off, Vash thinks about their conversation. He still feels bad for ruining the moment but decides to work on his insecurities and be ready next time.
As the days go by, Vash psyches himself up to be ready for sex by going over his thoughts and reassuring himself that Wolfwood doesn’t care about the scars and wants him as well. One afternoon has him feeling really good about himself while he’s out restocking his bullets. Wolfwood had stayed in their hotel room which allowed Vash to be alone with thoughts. He considers telling Wolfwood that he’s ready once he returns. Humming a tune, he strolls back to their room.
“Hey Wolfwood!” Vash chirps, kicking the door closed behind him.
Wolfwood glances at him with an easy smile from where he’s sitting on the bed, reading a newspaper. Taking off his red coat, Vash drapes it over a chair and leaves his gun and sunglasses on the table. He joins Wolfwood on the bed.
Resting his head on Wolfwood’s shoulder, Vash asks, “Anything interesting?”
Wolfwood hums, “There’s a group of men that have decent bounties on them. Might be easy to get some quick cash.”
Vash makes a noise in acknowledgement. Setting the newspaper off to the side, Wolfwood moves to stand but Vash halts him with a hand on his wrist and the other on his chin. He tilts Wolfwood’s head, seeing Wolfwood raise an eyebrow at him in question. Vash kisses him in response.
Wolfwood stills for a brief moment, Vash thinks he may have taken him by surprise but he begins to move his mouth against his. Feeling confident, Vash licks Wolfwood’s lips asking to deepen the kiss. Again, Wolfwood pauses for a second and then lets Vash’s tongue in. Vash cups his face to hold him while he tastes and massages his tongue against Wolfwood’s.
Chest heaving from the lack of air, Vash breaks the kiss. He wipes the spit off of his lips with the back of his hand and swings a leg over Wolfwood to straddle his hips.
Having a better angle, Vash plants a firm kiss on Wolfwood’s lips and whispers, "I think I'm ready."
At that statement, Wolfwood’s breathing stutters. Taking that as a cue, Vash wraps his arms around his neck and leans forward. That’s when he notices Wolfwood is not okay.
Wolfwood’s shoulders are rigid under his arms. Another thing he notices is Wolfwood is not touching him. At all. Heart in his throat, Vash pulls away to take a good look at him. If he didn’t know any better, Wolfwood’s expression didn’t give away what he was feeling but Vash can see it—in the way his eyes are bright with lids crinkled seemingly in pain and his mouth slightly downturned while he catches his breath. Vash removes his arms and anxiously hovers over Wolfwood.
“Nick, did I do something wrong?” Vash frets.
Not trusting his voice, Wolfwood shakes his head. His expression is more apparent. Looking down, Vash sees Wolfwood's hands hovering over his waist as if something is holding him back.
Desperate, Vash clutches Wolfwood’s hand in his and tries to get an answer. “Nick, talk to me please.”
Wolfwood swallows a lump in his throat, gathering his thoughts. He briefly meets Vash’s gaze–his dark eyes glistening—and looks away. Vash soothes his thumbs over the back of his hands to soothe him.
Wolfwood wets his lips. “I’m not feelin’ the greatest.” He winces at the vague explanation.
“That’s okay.” Vash comforts him.
Wolfwood huffs hot air through his nose, eyes stormy. “I feel like a damn hypocrite.”
Oh, implying to their conversation the other day, so that’s what this is about. Wolfwood thinks he doesn’t deserve this.
“Hey.” Vash places a kiss on his knuckles. "It’s okay."
"I…” Wolfwood grimaces. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”
Vash releases his hands to cup his cheeks. "I get it. Take as much time as you need." Vash gazes at him in understanding, familiar with the feeling.
Wolfwood leans into his hands and closes his eyes. Vash thumbs his cheeks while the tension slowly eases out of Wolfwood's body.
An idea pops into Vash’s head. "Hey, can I try something?"
Wolfwood hums in confirmation. Pulling away, Vash holds Wolfwood’s hands again and leans forward to touch Wolfwood’s temple with his nose. Vash noses the area and presses a kiss into the skin. He then moves down to nuzzle into Wolfwood’s jawline, his scruff prickling his cheek. Vash does the same to the other side of his jaw and nestles into his neck. Wolfwood twitches at Vash showering him with attention.
"Is there a reason you like shovin’ your face into my skin?" Wolfwood utters.
"Perhaps. It calms me." Vash kisses his throat where Wolfwood can feel his heartbeat, beating steadily.
"'S nice," Wolfwood sighs, shoulders slumping.
No longer tense, Wolfwood wraps his arms loosely around Vash's middle. Vash does the same.
Happy now that Wolfwood is relaxed, Vash remembers a long-forgotten ability of his and decides it’s a good time to show it. He purrs up against Wolfwood’s chest.
"That's a new one." Wolfwood laughs in surprise, intrigued at the vibrating sound. "Have you always been able to do that?"
"Yes, I stopped after I realized humans don't have the cords to make the sound and I forgot I could," Vash explains, sheepish. "Imagine Brad's face when he heard me for the first time."
Wolfwood chuckles at the imagery, tightening his hold around Vash. "Well, you're more than welcome to do it anytime. No issues here.”
Burying into his neck, Vash smiles.
Both men walk into a hostage situation as they arrive in town.
Huddled in an alleyway, they look at the scene: two kids are hostages to a group of goons—six of them—as they threaten ransom money. The ringleader, who is a massive guy with brass knuckles, is restraining the children with one big arm. A woman off to the side is crying, who can be assumed to be their mother as other onlookers are frozen in fear as the group points their guns wildly. Only two marshals are on the scene who look scared out of their wits to stop the group.
Not wasting time to see if one gunman loses their cool, Vash and Wolfwood jump into action.
Wolfwood grunts, “I’ll grab the kids, do your thing and shoot.” Leaving their hiding spot, he makes a run for it.
Having his revolver ready, Vash aims. He fires a shot at the big man's upper arm who lets out a yelp in pain while the rest of the gunmen yell in confusion. The grip around the kids loosens. Taking advantage of the moment, Wolfwood bolts across the sand and pulls the kids behind him. Recovering quickly, ‘big man’ swings a metal fist at Wolfwood. Wolfwood grabs the wrist flying at him and drops the Punisher when another fist comes at him. He goes for a kick straight into the man’s stomach, who stumbles back and falls to the ground.
Vash fires his five remaining shots in rapid succession at the guns the bandits’ are carrying, making the firearms go flying out of their hands and rendering them useless. He quickly reloads his gun, ready if someone decides to retaliate. Thankfully, the gunmen just stare at their empty hands dumbfounded.
Pausing to make sure no one is moving to fight back, Vash hurries to Wolfwood’s side, who is consoling the crying children. The mother rushes towards them
Just as Vash is running across the sand, the guy Wolfwood kicked gets up, ready for round two. This time, however, he pulls out a shotgun pistol hidden in his back holster and looks at Wolfwood who's distracted. Vash panics.
"Wolfwood!" Vash shouts in alarm.
Hearing the panicked tone, Wolfwood turns and sees the firearm. Wolfwood briefly reaches for the Punisher beside him but ditches the idea a split second later to turn his back towards the gun. He hugs the children close, planning to block the bullets with his body.
Thinking of intercepting the bullet, Vash raises his arm to fire. At that range, I'm not going to make it Wolfwood is gonna—
In a flurry of movement, a black wing spawns forward just as the gunman fires, blocking the bullets meant for Wolfwood. Feathers and bullets tumble to the sand. Silence descends as everyone gapes.
Vash doesn’t realize what he did until one of the bandits yells.
"It’s the Humanoid Typhoon!"
Eyes snapping to his side, Vash sees the wing that emerged out of him. He looks up to see the gunman leader staring at him in fear. Vash stares back with a similar expression.
He shouldn’t have done that, not in front of people.
Just as quickly as it appeared, the wing vanishes, leaving behind ebony feathers on Vash’s features. He takes a step back and looks at the rest of the gunmen who are looking at him with a mixture of shock and horror.
Another man shouts. “Let's get out of here! Who knows what that monster will do!”
The men scramble up, kicking up dust as they run away.
Vash’s breathing picks up. I'm not a monster. He frantically darts his eyes at the civilian bystanders who are looking at him with expressions he can’t discern. It’s probably disgust, fear, sadness—monster—he doesn’t know; his vision is hazy. He wants to be far away from here.
Seeing the ordeal, Wolfwood knows Vash isn't too happy about his Plant powers being known. He loosens his arms around the children just as the mother runs up to their huddled form, tears in her eyes seeing her kids safe. Now that that’s taken care of, Wolfwood is immediately in front of Vash, blocking his view of the townspeople. He cups Vash’s face to get his attention. In his distress, his eyes don’t register Wolfwood in front of him.
“Vash,” Wolfwood calls.
There’s no response. Wolfwood is about to call him again until Vash’s gaze meets his. His blue eyes shine bright with tears.
“Wolfwood,” he gasps. “I…”
Wolfwood interrupts him. “It’s okay.” He reassures him.
Vash hiccups. “I thought I wasn’t gonna make it in time…”
“Everyone is okay. I’m okay.”
Face crumbling, Vash grasps Wolfwood’s front and leans to rest his forehead on his shoulder. Wolfwood wraps his arms around him and they kneel on the ground. Public display of affection be damned, Wolfwood kisses his temple and soothes him with it’s okay, you did well, no one is hurt.
Hearing footsteps approaching, Vash stiffens against him. Wolfwood looks up to see the mother of the kids he protected
She gives him a kind smile. “I would like to thank you for saving my children.”
“It’s no problem ma’am. Just doin’ what we do best.” Wolfwood appreciates the gratitude but he wants to get the pleasantries out of the way.
She continues. “I can discuss with the marshals over there to see about getting a hotel room for both of you.” The lady glances at Vash, fully aware of who is he. “Unless you plan on leaving.”
Wolfwood considers it; it would be good for Vash to get some rest.
He takes up the offer. “That would be greatly appreciated.”
Her face softens. “I’ll take care of it.” And walks away.
Sighing, Wolfwood encourages Vash to stand with a pat on his back. “We’re gonna get a room and then you can relax,” He whispers.
Vash shivers, and then nods against his shoulder.
After getting the hotel key and after the townspeople thanked them for saving the children, they headed to their room. It took some time to reassure Vash that the townspeople were more than willing to have them sleep for the night. Vash kept staring into space and winced whenever someone got too close to him. His feathers are still visible on his face, reminding him of what he did earlier. Wolfwood maintained a placating hand on the small of his back to calm him.
Unlocking the hotel room door, Wolfwood ushers Vash into the room first and follows behind. Exhaling a sigh of relief, he kicks the door close. He watches Vash stand in the middle of the room, unmoving. Probably berating himself. Sighing, Wolfwood plants the Punisher next to the door and removes his jacket and sunglasses with his back facing Vash. He drapes the jacket over a chair and turns around, planning to go to the bathroom to freshen up, but halts in his tracks when Vash appears right in front of him—almost spooking him.
“Christ! Warn a guy!” Wolfwood barks.
Vash doesn’t respond nor move out of the way, which has Wolfwood raising a brow. He scans Vash’s face: wild blue eyes staring at him without the barrier of the amber sunglasses, lips parted to let out shallow breaths, and parts of his blond hair hanging down in front of his face, more than usual. Feathers are still scattered throughout his face.
If Vash could be described in one word, it would be frazzled.
Wolfwood places his hands on Vash’s shoulder. “Spikey, you good?”
As if startled back into awareness, Vash throws off his sunglasses and grabs the collar of Wolfwood’s dress shirt, surging forward to kiss him harshly on the mouth. Wolfwood inhales through his nose in surprise, mouth occupied. The motion has Wolfwood stumbling backwards, lower back hitting the table while Vash crowds into his space. Without missing a beat, Vash shoves his tongue into his mouth and Wolfwood lets him. The hands gripping his collar loosen and drift down to the front of his chest, almost clawing his front.
Wolfwood wants to look into Vash’s eyes but they are furiously closed as he moves his tongue against his. He is concerned about Vash’s state for him to suddenly want to make out with him considering what happened less than an hour ago. Maybe this will relax him.
Alarm bells are ringing at the back of Wolfwood’s head but they aren’t loud enough against the whines Vash makes as his tongue massages the roof of his mouth. Wolfwood’s hands move down from Vash’s shoulder to hold his waist, thumbing the area to placate whatever desperation Vash is feeling from the frantic movements he’s displaying. Vash makes a displeased noise and lowers his hands further to grasp Wolfwood’s crotch through his pants. Wolfwood’s dick jumps and so does the noise of the alarm bells.
Needing to catch his breath, Wolfwood breaks the kiss while Vash leans down to attack his neck instead. Wolfwood hisses when Vash’s fangs press into his skin and he grips Vash’s waist.
“Spikey, you need to slow down,” Wolfwood pants.
Vash stops working a hickey and puffs hot air into his neck. “Need you,” he whispers and pecks the bruise he just created. His hands caress the front of Wolfwood’s pants and waist.
Wolfwood swallows back a moan. “Are you sure?”
Vash nods, saying, “I need to forget.”
Wolfwood stops. The alarm bells in his brain are too loud for him to ignore and so is Vash’s behaviour—he’s not okay. He grabs Vash’s wrists to halt his movements. Vash whimpers.
“Vash, look at me.”
Vash catches his breath and leans back. Wolfwood sees the same wild look in his eyes; pupils are not even dilated—he was checked out before they started.
Wolfwood has to handle this carefully. He releases Vash’s wrists and gently cups his cheeks.
"Vash, talk to me. I don’t want to take advantage of you when you look zoned out,” he says thumbing the cheekbones. "I want to make sure you're okay before we go further."
Vash blinks absent-mindedly, arms hanging limply by his sides. Wolfwood thinks he didn’t hear him. He dashes that thought away when something inside Vash snaps. Shuddering, he yangs his head out of Wolfwood’s hold.
“Oh my god.”
Face paling, Vash backs away, putting distance between them. There is some clarity in his eyes—realizing what he has done—but the wild look is replaced with pain. His breathing picks up in his panic.
“Vash,” Wolfwood calls.
Vash hiccups while inhaling, chest heaving from inhaling air rapidly. "I'm sorry Wolfwood, Nick," he stammers. He covers his face with his hands. "I don't know what came over me."
Vash takes another deep breath. "I was going to use you," he mumbles into his hands.
Wolfwood doesn’t understand why that upsets Vash, why he blames himself for seeking some kind of comfort while possessed by his own mind. He would let Vash use him however he likes if Vash wasn't shy about voicing what he wants—he would run across the planet with him, protect him with his life (even if Vash would scream at him if he hears him say that), and stay by his side. Wolfwood has signed up to do all that and more.
“It's not your fault,” he emphasizes.
Vash rips his hands away from his face to look at him hysterically. “Yes, it is!" he wails, eyes shining with tears. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Wolfwood sighs in frustration. “Here I am thinking the same thing but your bird brain takes it to the next level.” He points at Vash. “You’re allowed to want things without feeling guilty.”
Eyes blazing, Vash scowls. “So you would let me manipulate you into fucking me?”
“If that would help you. It’s not like I can’t hear what you’re thinking anyways.” Wolfwood shrugs. “Do you really think I care after everything?”
Vash hugs himself, hunching over to make himself look small. “You should! I’m not—I shouldn’t do that—”
Wolfwood cuts him off. “And I’m saying you should. You can use me however you like." He cringes at his own words, too sappy. "But I want you to be present and not somewhere far away inside your spikey head."
Vash grits his teeth. “How can you just say that when I saw you last week—”
Vash cuts himself off when Wolfwood strides over to him. He takes a step back, ready to bolt, but Wolfwood quickly holds his face before he can run away.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “We both want the same thing.”
Vash stares at him with wide eyes, shoulders sagging as the fight in him vanishes. Tears fall from his eyelids. Wolfwood leans forward and noses his temple over the stray feathers. He remembers what Vash told him before.
It calms me.
“You’re okay,” he whispers, lips touching Vash’s skin.
Vash whines but stays put as Wolfwood nuzzles the side of his head, uttering reassurances. Wolfwood kisses his cheekbone, right on the mole, and traces a path with his lips down to where Vash’s jaw slopes down to his neck. He nestles his cheek into the neck. Vash chokes on a sob, chest heaving while crying. His hands grasp the front of Wolfwood’s shirt.
“Nick.”
Wolfwood shushes him. He leans up to kiss Vash on the nose, who keens, and he rubs their noses together. Some tears get caught between them, damping Wolfwood's own face. He continues to lavish Vash with attention as his other temple is pelted with kisses and nuzzles. Soon, Vash’s breaths even out. Wolfwood pulls away and looks at his tear-stained face; lashes wet and half-lidded eyes downcast. He glances up at Wolfwood with crystal blue eyes. Wolfwood pulls up his sleeve and dabs it over Vash’s wet cheeks.
“You doin’ okay?”
Vash gazes at him, blinking away any remaining tears. The hands grasping Wolfwood’s chest loosen their hold but stay in their place. Wolfwood watches him get his bearings.
Vash trills softly and pitches forward, mimicking what Wolfwood did by nuzzling his face into Wolfwood’s jaw. Wolfwood’s skin becomes moist with Vash’s tears but he can’t complain when Vash chirps, sounds emitted somewhere deep within his throat, that can be described as content. Once satisfied, Vash makes a home for himself in Wolfwood's neck.
Wolfwood rests his hands on Vash’s waist. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Vash hums in response, not moving. Wolfwood backs Vash slowly towards the bed and nudges him to sit down. Still not letting go, Vash complains by letting out a whine when Wolfwood tries to pull away. Wolfwood huffs, patting his side to placate him.
“C’mon, I know you're tired after today,” he coaxes.
Reluctantly, Vash lets go, his pout coming into view. Wolfwood pinches Vash’s cheek affectionately and kneels to take off his combat boots. He feels Vash stare at him while doing so but doesn’t comment on it. Once the boots are taken off, he pushes them to the side of the bed and gets up to fetch Vash’s duffle bag but is stopped by a tug on his shirt. Wolfwood turns to look at Vash who gives him a pleading look. He intertwines Vash’s flesh hand that’s grasping him and brings it up to kiss his knuckles. Vash’s face wobbles.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Wolfwood promises.
Wolfwood releases his hold and grabs Vash’s bag to take out his pyjamas. Going back to Vash’s side, he is about to replace his clothes but Vash shakes his head.
“I don’t want to wear my pyjamas tonight.” Vash plays with his hands, shy.
Wolfwood blinks. “Sure.” He throws the pyjamas back into the bag.
Wolfwood removes his dress shirt and takes off his pants to swap them with sweatpants while Vash takes off his coat and the rest of his clothes, leaving himself only in his briefs. Looking back at Vash who is staring at his hands in his lap, Wolfwood notes his face is still wet and strides to the bathroom to grab a towel. He tips Vash’s chin up to look at him and gently grazes the fabric along his cheeks and eyelids. Vash stares at him with a forlorn look. The towel is thrown off to the side when he finishes.
Wolfwood brushes Vash’s fringe back. “Double dollar for your thoughts? And don’t say I’m sorry.”
Vash licks his lips, eyes skittering to the side as he gathers his thoughts. “I…” Tears well up in his eyes again and he furiously wipes them away. “I want to say thank you.”
“Oh?” Wolfwood beams.
Vash sulks. “Just, thank you. Also, don’t talk like that again.”
“I won’t if you won’t.”
Vash glowers at him weakly but melts away when Wolfwood cups his face with a palm. He nuzzles into it.
Wolfwood pats his cheek. “Alright time for bed.”
After Vash’s prosthetic is carefully taken off, they both lie under the covers. Wolfwood pulls Vash up against his chest. Snuggling into the warmth, Vash wraps an arm and leg around Wolfwood and presses an ear to his sternum, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
In the quietness of their shared presence, Vash lets out a low rumble. They both fall asleep.
Vash wakes up a few hours later.
Moonlight shines through the room’s lone window; the twin suns have yet to break the horizon. Vash yawns, rubbing his eyes as they quickly adjust to the darkness. His head steadily rises up and down from where it’s resting on Wolfwood’s chest. Vash sits back on his hunches and gazes down at the other man dozing.
Wolfwood looks peaceful snoring away. Vash traces his features with his eyes, gazing at his parted lips, the slope of his nose and his lashes. He thinks about their conversation just hours ago.
It’s okay, we both want the same thing.
Vash sighs, still feeling mortified from his behaviour yesterday but Wolfwood’s reassurance has done its job and he doesn’t have the urge to hide himself. Knowing he’s safe in Wolfwood’s hands helps relieve the tension in his mind and body—making him want to reach out more for the warmth Wolfwood is willing to give him.
Vash raises a hand to touch his temples, feeling for feathers, but they are long gone by now.
Sitting cross-legged, he stares at Wolfwood; he could watch for hours. Vash passes the time mindlessly staring (when he should be sleeping) until he feels a hand graze his knee. The snoring has stopped
With eyes still closed, Wolfwood grumbles, “I can hear you staring at me.”
Vash touches the hand on his knee, intertwining their fingers. “Go back to sleep, it’s still early.”
Wolfwood scrunches his nose and huffs. Cute.
“I’ll go back to sleep if you go back to sleep too,” he offers.
Vash chuckles, “Sure.”
He lies back down on Wolfwood’s chest, tucking his head into his neck, and rests a hand on his chest, over his heart. He noses the pulse point on his neck, having Wolfwood’s pulse surround his senses. Wolfwood quickly dozes off again. Vash stays awake longer, focusing on his heartbeat until he too falls asleep to its rhythm.
Hours later when the twin suns have risen, Vash wakens to a heavy weight on top of him and puffs of air brush the side of his face. He whines from his chest being compressed and opens his eyes to see Wolfwood on top of him like a weighted blanket. Wiggling his body, he moves to escape the weight but Wolfwood has a tight arm around him.
“Wolfwood,” he hisses.
All he gets is a snore in his face. Vash would pinch him but his arm is wedged between their bodies and then considers biting Wolfwood’s face to get him to wake up. He quickly decides to act on that idea.
Turning towards Wolfwood, Vash feels bad for what he’s about to do when he sees his relaxed face—would pinch his cheeks instead to wake him up. He inches closer and nips Wolfwood’s nose. Vash waits for a couple of seconds to see if he gets any reaction but there isn’t any. Putting more pressure on the bite, he waits again and there’s still no response. He starts to get concerned after doing this a couple of times, thinking it will leave a lasting mark but then he gets a noise from Wolfwood and he lets go. Groaning, Wolfwood raises a hand, almost slapping Vash in the face to rub his nose.
“Did you just bite me?” he grumbles, confused.
Vash giggles, “I’m kinda stuck here and you left me with no other choice.”
Snorting, Wolfwood rolls off to lie on the other side of the bed. Vash sighs in relief now that his hand and body are free. He looks to the side seeing Wolfwood going back to sleep. Unbelievable.
Vash sits up and watches Wolfwood as he did a couple of hours ago. Another idea pops into his head and he shuffles closer to hover over him—mouth hovering over his neck. He nibbles at Wolfwood’s pulse point. Soothing the bite with his tongue, he bites the area again to leave a lasting bruise. Vash pulls away to look at the teeth marks he left on Wolfwood's neck and purrs as a wave of satisfaction washes over him, knowing that he can leave a mark like that on him.
Vash moves to another patch of skin, mouth open and ready to bite down but is quickly stopped by a hand grabbing his hair to still him.
“You are a menace,” Wolfwood grunts.
Vash kisses his neck in apology and moves away to his side of the bed. Wolfwood swings his legs over the side of the bed and strolls towards the bathroom. The room is quiet save for Wolfwood shuffling around behind the bathroom door. Vash sprawls on top of the bed and stares at the ceiling, thinking of staying in the hotel room all day. It would be nice to relax for the day. Maybe he can suggest to Wolfwood that they can—
His thoughts are interrupted by a shout from the bathroom.
“Did you leave a fucking mark on my nose?!”
Wolfwood must have seen his reflection in the mirror.
Vash stifles a laugh in his hand. The door opens and Wolfwood’s incredulous expression comes into view with a hand pointing at his face. Red teeth marks are visible on the tip of his nose.
“I have to go outside like this?”
“Aww it’s okay Nick, you still look handsome,” Vash consols with a grin. “We can stay inside for the day so no one will see.”
Wolfwood glowers at him. A thought passes through his mind and he marches towards the bed intimidatingly. Vash wipes the smile off his face and scrambles up in a panic.
He yelps, waving a hand at Wolfwood. “I’ll make it up to you!—”
Wolfwood grabs his wrists and pushes him back down on the bed. Pining Vash's hand against the side of the bed and straddling his waist, Wolfwood bends down and bites down on his neck, hard enough to leave his own mark. Vash lets out a gasp that ends with a moan and bucks his hips, heat rapidly coursing through his body.
Wolfwood growls, “Now it’s my turn to mark you.”
A heavy hand lands on Vash's waist while Wolfwood nips another spot on his neck, this time softer. He kisses and suckles the piece of skin making Vash squirm.
Vash pushes against the grip. “Nick, let me move,” Vash pants. “I want to feel you.”
Wolfwood pulls away from the hickey he just created and glances at Vash’s arm which is restrained. He licks his lips and grins. “No.”
Vash whines in response to being denied. Wolfwood kisses his cheek to soothe him and moves to trace his lips along his collarbone. He nips and kisses along the protruding bone, leaving Vash trembling at the attention.
Wolfwood dips further down and flicks his tongue at Vash’s nipple. Vash jolts, arching at the stimulation. Wolfwood smirks as he takes the nub into his mouth. He swirls it around with his tongue and grazes his teeth over the sensitive area that leaves Vash groaning and pushing his chest further into the hot mouth.
Letting go, Wolfwood moves to Vash’s other pec, hovering over the grate. Leaning his cheek on it, he listens to Vash’s heart racing. He plants a kiss over it.
“Beautiful,” he praises.
Vash clenches his jaw to bite back a moan. He wills away the sudden tears in his eyes.
Wolfwood continues his journey, whispering praises against Vash’s skin—pretty, gorgeous—as he leaves pecks over the many scars and pieces of metal on his chest. The display of affection over the patches of skin has Vash trembling and his eyes misty. Vash thinks his skin is unsightly and wants to refute Wolfwood. A voice in his head is telling him to hide but he can’t when his body is being held down.
Wolfwood must have sensed his thoughts as he pulls away to gaze softly at him, thumbing his waist. “How are you doin’?”
Vash steadies his breathing. “Fine, it’s just a lot.”
Wolfwood wipes a tear from the corner of his eye. “Stop me if it gets too much.”
He nods at the request. Wolfwood cups his cheek and doesn’t move away.
“Words, angel.”
Vash blushes at the pet name. “Yes.”
Wolfwood beams and returns to his position at Vash's abdomen. He trails his lips down to Vash's naval, stopping above his underwear where a wet patch is visible between his legs. Hooking a finger under the waistband, Wolfwood slowly takes it off, giving Vash enough time to stop. Vash doesn’t stop his movements.
Once the piece of clothing is off, Wolfwood spreads his legs and settles between them. Vash closes his eyes, shy from being exposed. His slick is steadily dripping onto the sheets.
A hand pets down his bare thigh followed by a kiss on his hip bone.
“You’re doin’ great.”
Vash snorts; he hasn’t done much besides lying on the bed. A finger pad caresses his slit and he unconsciously bucks up towards it. Nostrils flaring, he looks down at Wolfwood between his legs who is gazing at his heat in interest. Wolfwood glances at him as he strokes his fingers along his folds in earnest, wetting his fingers. He rubs upwards towards his clit which makes Vash writhe at the tantalizing contact. Moving down, Wolfwood leaves featherlight touches around his entrance, rubbing his inner thighs, just inches from where he wants him.
Shuddering, Vash starts to grow impatient—wanting him to get on with it—but Wolfwood is taking his sweet time probing his cunt. There is a glint in Wolfwood's eyes when Vash catches his gaze. It has Vash’s body burning, immediately knowing what Wolfwood’s thinking: he wants him to ask for it.
“Nick,” Vash whines, lifting a leg to pull Wolfwood closer.
Wolfwood grinds the heel of his on his cunt in response. Vash moans at the delightful friction and thrusts into it. His walls flutter as he rolls his hips to match the rhythm. The hand pulls away and Vash bites his lips to stop himself from snapping. Wolfwood pets his thigh with the same hand, wetting the skin with his own slick, and stares at him expectantly.
“What do you want?”
Vash sniffles and meets Wolfwood’s gaze. Does he really have to say it?
He grumbles, “I want you.”
Wolfwood grins at him. “Yes but how?”
Vash groans and tosses his head to the side. “I want you inside me.” He arches his hips to emphasize his point. “You’re enjoying this way too much. Stop teasing me.”
“I think you’re enjoyin’ this way too much,” Wolfwood counters.
Wolfwood returns his hand back to his cunt and strokes his folds purposely. Vash’s hips immediately jump at the contact, wanting the digit inside him. A smirk dances on Wolfwood’s face seeing his reaction. A thumb wiggles between his folds and shallowly thrust into him. Vash tries to clamp down on it but it’s not enough when Wolfwood is still not giving him what he wants.
“Nick, I’m literally going to do it myself if you continue being an ass.”
Unfazed, Wolfwood says, “Oh, scary,” and shifts gears to shove two fingers deep inside him.
Vash chokes on a moan, canting his hips. Wolfwood earnestly thrusts into him, building up a rhythm. The fingers shift inside of him, finding the sweet spot inside that has Vash keening. He clenches down, not wanting Wolfwood to leave him for a second.
Maintaining the pace, Wolfwood lowers himself and his grip on Vash’s hand downwards on the bed. Face hovering over Vash's clit, he blows cool air, breath caressing the sensitive bud. Vash lets out a low whine, hips twitching from wanting his mouth around. Wolfwood decides he’s done with the teasing and takes his clit into his mouth and suckles.
“Fuck,” Vash pants.
Dizzy from the dual sensation of the fingers stroking his walls and the wet mouth, Vash heaves at the heat coiling in his gut. Slick builds around the fingers from his arousal and drips down on the bed. Wolfwood sets a frantic pace by pushing his fingers in deep and lapping around his clit and folds. Tears gather in Vash’s eyes; he’s so close.
“Nick,” he warns.
Glancing up from his position between his legs, Wolfwood sees the dishevelled state he’s in; mouth wide open as lets out gasps of air and body shaking. Vash’s vision is blurry from the tears when he looks at him.
“Nick,” Vash warns again. He swallows back drool gathering in his mouth. “I’m close.”
Wolfwood pulls his mouth away to smile at him. “You can let go sweetheart.” And leans back down.
Vash shivers. His hips give up chasing the pleasure, letting Wolfwood’s fingers and mouth do all the work. Wolfwood guides him towards his climax with a flick of his wrist.
Vash throws his head back against the pillows and lets out a drawn-out moan, back arching while pleasure courses throughout his body. Slick rushes out of him and drenches Wolfwood’s face and fingers. Wolfwood keeps his fingers buried inside him, massaging his walls while he rides out the shockwaves of his climax. Vash groans when it starts to reach oversensitivity.
Catching his breath, Vash opens his eyes to see Wolfwood pulling away, wiping the slick off of his face with the back of his hand. Wolfwood catches his gaze and holds it while he licks his hand, tasting Vash’s arousal. Vash gazes at Wolfwood's chest, glistening from the exertion of fingering and licking Vash’s heat. Vash flushes when he feels heat course through him again at the sight.
“How was that?” Wolfwood asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
Vash looks away with a petulant face. “It was alright.”
“Didn’t sound like it was just ‘alright’.”
Vash ignores him in favour of looking at something else. Now that Wolfwood is sitting on hunches, Vash can see the bulge in Wolfwood’s pants and hones in on it.
He voices his thoughts. “I want to touch you.” Vash tugs on the grip Wolfwood still has on him.
Wolfwood pauses and Vash can see the thoughts racing through his head.
Wolfwood settles on, “Nah it’s alright, I can take care of it myself.”
Vash is going to cry from frustration.
He sits up. “No, I want to take care of it.”
There’s hesitation in Wolfwood's eyes. Vash sees the insecurities start to brew in his head. He nearly loses it and wails.
“Nick, please! I want to feel you.” He sobs, insistently trudging on his grip. “I’ve been so good, please.”
Vash can easily break the hold Wolfwood has on him, but he needs Wolfwood to allow himself to have this.
Seeing the desperation on Vash’s face, Wolfwood’s resolve breaks.
Softening his gaze, Wolfwood whispers, “Okay.”
His grip loosens and Vash immediately cups his face, guiding their lips together in a bruising kiss. Biting Wolfwood’s bottom lip, Vash flips their positions, having Wolfwood lie back on the bed. He straddles Wolfwood’s chest, body on full display. Wolfwood inhales sharply at the vision of Vash’s body on top of him.
Vash ruts his cunt down on Wolfwood’s chest unabashed, slick dripping onto the skin. He grabs a handful of Wolfwood’s pec and squeezes.
“You’re so good to me, Nick. Let me make you feel good.”
Wolfwood grasps Vash’s waist to steady his erratic movements. “Okay angel, you can do whatever you want.”
Purring in satisfaction, Vash lifts his hip and shifts down to hover over Wolfwood’s thighs. He tugs down the waistband of the pants, cock springing free, and Wolfwood kicks off the offending piece of clothing.
Vash pets his waist, just shy of where he wants to touch. Wolfwood shivers and throws an arm over his eyes. A blush is visible on his features which Vash finds cute. Wrapping a hand around him, Vash strokes his cock, feeling the weight of it in his hold. Wolfwood lets out a groan.
“Nick,” Vash calls. “I want to see you.”
Wolfwood grumbles, “You’re already seeing me,” but complies. His arm moves away to show his red face. Vash beams.
Having gotten a feel of Wolfwood’s girth, Vash pulls away and shifts his hips up to brush his cunt against his shaft. Wolfwood’s eyes are blown wide at the touch and his cock twitches. Vash continues grinding against him, slick wetting his length. He cries out when the head catches on his entrance. With hips twitching wantonly, Vash babbles.
“Nick, can I? Please, please, I want you inside,” he begs.
Wolfwood squeezes his thighs. “Go ahead pretty thing.”
Shuddering, Vash positions himself over his cock. With Wolfwood’s help, he lowers himself, cockhead breaching his entrance. He claws at Wolfwood’s chest while taking him inch by inch, hand leaving angry indents. Once fully seated, Vash twitches at the feeling of being full—folds spasm around Wolfwood’s cock while adjusting to the size. He feels like he’s going to burst. Vash reaches down to touch where Wolfwood disappears inside of him and looks at Wolfwood while doing so. Wolfwood is trying to pull himself together from the way his grip is going to leave bruises on his legs later.
Spurred on by the heat in his abdomen, Vash spreads his thighs wider and grinds his hips down while furiously rubbing at his clit. He doubles over and cries out when an unsuspecting orgasm hits him. Ebony feathers burst forth from his skin at the intensity, coating his temples and limbs. His arousal drips down his thighs and onto Wolfwood’s lap, mixing with the sweat between their bodies. Vash feels Wolfwood’s cock twitch inside of him and keens, clenching around it.
"Holy shit," Wolfwood rasps.
With half-lidded eyes, Vash looks at Wolfwood's dazed expression. He rocks his hips, still not satisfied.
"Nick, move," Vash slurs.
Wolfwood takes a second to process what just happened, seeing as just Vash pleasured himself on top of him. And still eager for more given his mindless rutting.
Moving his hands to dig into Vash’s plush thighs, Wolfwood draws his legs up and bucks into his tight heat. Vash moans, matching his rhythm with the help of Wolfwood’s hands on his waist guiding him. Sweat drips down his temples as he jerks on Wolfwood's cock. They set a languid pace, relishing each other’s bodies, until a hard thrust hits Vash deep inside. Vash starts stuttering out praises.
“You feel so good—Ah! Please don’t stop.”
Wolfwood's body heats up at the praise. "Yeah?"
Vash nods vigorously. "Yes, you fill me so well." He clamps down to prove his point.
Wolfwood moans at the suffocating heat around his length. "You're going to be the death of me."
Vash mouth twists into a grin through the pleasure. He rolls his hips down faster on Wolfwood’s cock, breath hitching when the ache between his legs makes him light-headed and cunt dripping. His legs grow tired from bouncing so he lets Wolfwood take the reigns. He shakes as his cunt is shoved down and stretched. The tension builds in his muscles and he trembles, needing something more.
“Nick,” Vash gasps, eyes watering. “I can’t—please.”
Wolfwood sits up and kisses his sweaty forehead while bringing Vash’s body down on his lap. Vash hiccups and grabs his shoulder for leverage. Dragging his lips to Vash’s ear, he bites his lobe, then plays with Vash’s earring with his teeth.
“Look at you angel, so pretty for me,” Wolfwood whispers, voice husky.
“Please,” Vash begs, nails scratching his shoulder.
Nosing the feathers on his damp temple, Wolfwood asks, “Please, what?”
Vash surges forward and bites Wolfwood’s jaw, almost drawing blood. His walls tighten around his cock, punching out a groan from Wolfwood.
“Harder," Vash huffs into his neck.
Wolfwood grasps his ass. “Sure thing darlin'.”
Wolfwood lifts Vash off his lap. Vash whines with tears rolling down his face at being empty but is quickly hushed with kisses on his eyelids. Gently laying him down on the bed, Wolfwood settles between his legs and slides back inside. Vash scrambles to latch onto Wolfwood’s bicep.
Wolfwood leans down and pecks Vash's nose. Vash sniffs and wraps his legs around his waist.
“Please!—”
Wolfwood interrupts his plea with a kiss on his mouth. “I got you.”
Pulling out with just the head inside, Wolfwood snaps his hips and shoves his cock inside Vash’s heat. The new position has Vash crying out and clinging to his body. With a hand on Vash's waist, Wolfwood rocks their hips together franticly. Vash tries to push up to match the rhythm but succumbs to the delicious feeling of his walls getting massaged. Desperate for more stimulation, Vash sneaks a hand down between their bodies but it’s slapped away with a growl from Wolfwood. He almost hisses in retaliation but gasps when a hand plays with clit, Wolfwood giving him what he wants.
Vash thrashes, sobbing out, “Nick, I’m—”
Wolfwood rubs into his cunt. “You can let go.” And kisses his sternum.
Mouth open with a silent cry, Vash shudders through his release, leaking on Wolfwood’s cock.
Close to his own release, Wolfwood fucks into him while Vash's walls clench around him through his orgasm.
“Vash, where—”
Vash holds him closer in a vicelike grip. “Stay.”
Groaning, Wolfwood grinds his hips one last time and comes. Vash moans while getting filled, folds fluttering to milk everything Wolfwood gives him.
Catching their breaths, Wolfwood takes a look at Vash’s state—dishevelled with tears and sweat on his face, eyes closed and breathless. Wolfwood noses his cheek while pulling out but Vash spurs into motion and holds him in place.
“Vash,” Wolfwood grits.
Vash furiously shakes his head, opening his eyes to lock gazes. “I said stay.”
Wolfwood looks at him softly. “Okay, let me move us to a more comfortable position.”
With arms around Vash, Wolfwood carefully shifts and sits against the headboard while making sure he stays inside him. Vash drapes himself on top of his chest and nuzzles his face into his neck. As Wolfwood drags his fingers down his back, he feels Vash throb around his softened cock.
Wolfwood raises his eyebrows in disbelief. “Again?”
“Sorry! I swear this is the last one.” Vash squirms in his lap. “Just gimme a minute.”
Vash twists and squeezes around him. Wet pants hit the side of Wolfwood’s neck while he desperately tries to satiate his arousal. Wolfwood’s cock perks up again at Vash’s movements but it’ll be a while until he can go again.
Vash whines in frustration. “I don’t know why I’m like this.”
Wolfwood hushes him. “It’s okay angel, I can help.”
“But—”
Vash stops when Wolfwood spreads his thighs open, exposing his swollen cunt. Wolfwood drags his fingers across Vash’s inner thighs to his heat. Thumbs languidly massage the outside of his slit where it’s stretched around his shaft. Vash bucks when they stroke his bud. It isn’t long until Vash spills on top of him.
Heaving out a sigh, Vash shakes through his last release. He purrs, body satisfied as he snuggles up against Wolfwood’s warm body. Wolfwood soothes his hands down his sides, feeling the soft plumage, and Vash trills softly.
"Are you good now?"
Vash puffs a snort into his skin. "Yeah." He swallows. "Thank you."
Wolfwood kisses the top of his head. "No need to thank me." Vash feels a smirk and then fingers twist one of his feathers on his thighs. "It was an honour fuckin’ an angel."
Face heating up, Vash pinches his waist while Wolfwood barks a laugh. The movement makes Wolfwood’s length shift inside of Vash and they both sober up.
Wolfwood pats his side. “Alright, time to get you cleaned up.”
Vash protests, plastering himself to Wolfwood’s chest, “But you’re so warm.”
“You’ll be warm once you’re cleaned and under the sheets,”
Vash grumbles when he’s lifted from Wolfwood’s lap and winces when slick and come drips out of him. Wolfwood gently lays him on the bed and grabs a towel from the bathroom. Body boneless on the sheets, Vash hums while he is wiped clean of sweat and fluids. Vash makes a grabbing hand motion at Wolfwood when he finishes. Bemused, Wolfwood throws the towel off to the side and climbs into the bed. He scoops up Vash in his arms and pulls the bedsheet over their bodies. Vash clings to him by wrapping his legs and arm around him and shoves his face into his chest.
“Someone’s clingy,” Wolfwood teases.
Vash rubs his face into Wolfwood’s pec, on top of his beating heart that quickens.
“Only for you,” he murmurs.
Wolfwood presses a smile into his tousled hair and they both drift back to sleep.
They end up spending the rest of the day in each other’s arms.