Vash thought Wolfwood wouldn't make it.
He expected the worst—the worst did happen, there wasn't a heartbeat—but his prayers did reach someone and gave Wolfwood another chance. Leaving Wolfwood in the care of the doctors on the floating ship, Vash continued praying he'd make it out alive.
Vash would never recover if Wolfwood died after getting his hopes up.
After his brother disappeared, Vash still braced himself for the worst. He didn't expect to be hugged by Miss Melanie when he stepped foot on the floating ship, not for protecting the children, but for saving Wolfwood. Vash rushed to where Wolfwood was resting to find him awake, picking at the intravenous live attached to his arm.
Wolfwood looked up at him, glancing at his black hair before grinning and saying, "Nice hairdo."
Vash cried. He also cursed at Wolfwood, calling him a jerk, meanie, asshole for being reckless and almost dying. Wolfwood takes the verbal abuse and soothes him with a pat on the head, telling him he won't do it again—maybe.
Vash keeps him company in the med bay, just to prevent Wolfwood from ripping out his IV. He helps Wolfwood with the stretches and exercises the doctor told him to do to ease the strain on his body, ignoring the complaints he gets. Wolfwood gets discharged once his body is in better shape but is still under orders to take it easy.
With the good news of his recovery, Vash gets the idea to throw a celebration soon after, transforming one of the ship's lounges into a party room with the help of Luida, Melanie, and the girls. Meryl sets up the board games while Milly makes baked goods for everyone. He guides a grumbling, blindfolded Wolfwood to the party room. Ripping the blindfold off, Wolfwood is surprised by party streamers from everyone.
Vash gets caught up playing board games with the kids. Even Meryl and Milly join in on the fun. Milly is a pro at games, claiming she's the best out of all of her siblings. Poor Meryl is always stuck being last. He gets a break in the action and grabs a drink, spotting Wolfwood chatting with Livio nearby. One of the kids grabs the men's attention, asking them to come join the game. Vash glances back and sees Milly consoling a pouting Meryl. Looks like they need new players. Livio walks over to join the game, and Vash takes the opportunity to saunter over to Wolfwood.
Vash ends up bumping into him and spills some of his drink on Wolfwood's pristine sweater. "Oops," he giggles.
Wolfwood stares at the stain on his shirt and hides his grumble with a snort. "Already stumbling on your feet?"
Vash laughs, "Maybe." He's not even slightly drunk. "Let's get you a new one."
Wolfwood makes a confused noise when Vash pulls him by the arm. Vash leaves his drink on the table and drags Wolfwood out of the room, away from the party. They walk through halls as Vash guides them to their destination, not without Wolfwood complaining about getting dragged around. He stops before a door, tapping the passcode on the keypad nearby before it opens. "Ta-da," he says as they step inside the room.
Wolfwood scans the room. It's pretty modest, harbouring a double bed, a side table, a desk, a wardrobe, and a connected bathroom. There are a couple of pictures adorning the wall like little mementos.
It's Vash's room.
Vash opens the wardrobe and searches for a sweater while Wolfwood stands awestruck in the middle of the room. "You can borrow one of my sweaters."
Wolfwood remembers his stained sweater and takes it off. Once it's removed, Vash is in front of him, presenting a red sweater. Wolfwood takes it from him, examining the clothing but makes no move to put it on.
A joke bubbles inside Wolfwood as he glances at Vash. "You ever brought a guy back here before?"
He was looking for a laugh, a flushed face. Instead, Vash turns serious, staring at him with eyelids half-mast. His black fringe casts a shadow over his eyes, bringing out the blue in them.
"No," Vash murmurs, biting his lip. "You're the first."
Clean sweater be damned.
Wolfwood drops the sweater to hold Vash's face. Vash tilts his head up and Wolfwood kisses him.
It starts as a press of the lips before Vash parts his mouth and Wolfwood happily dives in to get a taste. Vash pants into his mouth as he licks into his mouth and bites his swollen lips. He takes advantage of the missing sweater, sliding his hands down Wolfwood's neck to grip his bare shoulders.
Wolfwood slips his hands under Vash's shirt to explore scarred skin, rubbing his stomach before moving up to his chest. Vash groans into his mouth when he squeezes his remaining pec. Wolfwood chuckles before he hikes Vash's shirt up higher. The kiss breaks momentarily to get rid of Vash's shirt. Both men latch onto each other once it's gone.
Wolfwood lets his hand roam across Vash's body, tracing the ridges of his muscles until they settle on his lower back. Pushing a thigh between Vash's legs, Wolfwood pulls him closer and receives a twitch of his hips in response. He lets out an appreciative hum when Vash grinds against him.
Wolfwood crowds Vash toward the bed, pushing him when his knees hit the edge, breaking the kiss. Vash lets out a oof as he lands on the bed, his black hair fanning out behind him, and gives Wolfwood a frown. Wolfwood smirks down at him before climbing on the bed to resume where he had left off.
"Wolfwood, you're supposed to be resting," Vash says with a huff.
"Don't care." He has better things to, do like sinking his teeth into Vash's neck to hear a pretty whine. Vash bucks when he sucks on a bruise, brushing against his cock that's begging for attention. Wolfwood groans and ruts against Vash's core.
Five new bite marks are added to Vash's skin before Wolfwood gets pushed away.
"Wolfwood, you should be the one lying down," Vash pants.
Wolfwood rolls his eyes. "I'm fine." He does feel his arms are straining from avoiding smothering Vash, but he doesn't care.
Vash smiles. "I don't mind doing all the work, really," he says while sitting up, making Wolfwood lean back.
Wolfwood gives him an incredulous look. "Are you crazy? Some soreness is not gonna stop me from getting you off."
Vash pouts while flushing furiously at his words. Wolfwood wants to bite him.
Wolfwood shifts back to kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed. "C'here."
Vash scouts closer until Wolfwood is sitting between his legs. Heat shoots down his body when Wolfwood glances between his legs.
"Is this better?" Wolfwood asks.
"Y-yeah." Vash would rather have Wolfwood on the bed but any more protests would get him throttled.
Wolfwood grabs his thighs and probs them on his shoulders. "I'm going to eat you out," he declares.
Vash laughs at his crudeness but his cunt twitches nevertheless. "Sounds like a plan—" He sucks in a breath when Wolfwood leans forward and nuzzles his crotch through his pants. The seam rubs against his cunt as Wolfwood pushes closer, making him whine. "Wolfwood, just take them off—"
Wolfwood pulls him closer by the legs and kisses his cunt through his pants before mouthing the area. Vash shivers when the fabric of his pants bumps against his clit. He tangles his fingers into Wolfwood's hair and pushes his face against his cunt. Wolfwood's hums cause his hips to jerk as they chase the vibrations. The friction between his legs, paired with Wolfwood's mouth and his pants, reaches unbearable levels.
Wolfwood pulls back for air to see the mess he made, glancing up at Vash who's catching his breath. The stickiness between Vash's legs becomes apparent when cool air hits him, grimacing when his pants cling to his skin from the mixture of slick and saliva.
Wolfwood takes pity on him. "Let's get you out of these."
Vash lifts his thighs as he is helped out of the offending fabric and his underwear. Wolfwood tosses them to the floor.
Looking between Vash's legs, Wolfwood laughs at what he finds. "This is cute."
Vash pubes are feathers. They're matted with his slick. Wolfwood brushes the feathers sitting above his pelvis with a finger, making Vash shiver.
"Sorry, that happens when I, uh, yeah." Vash's face reddens at Wolfwood's rapt attention to the feathers.
"I don't mind." Wolfwood's attention diverts his attention lower to his wet cunt. He grasps Vash's thighs, pushing them apart, before leaning to press his tongue against his folds, gazing up while doing so.
Vash's nose flares, breath quickening at the heat of Wolfwood's tongue touching the most intimate part of his body. He grips the bedsheets to steady himself as Wolfwood digs between his folds. Wolfwood spreads his legs further to make room for himself. Vash can't keep still when Wolfwood's face is pressed to his cunt, massaging his walls with his tongue, making him tremble.
Wolfwood removes his tongue and replaces it with a finger inside his cunt. Vash whines at the loss, causing Wolfwood to chuckle and appease him by placing his lips over his clit. He drops a kiss there before he suckles. Throwing his head back, Vash lets out a gasp as his nerves are set ablaze. He falls back to lay on the bed and writhes when Wolfwood adds a second finger inside him.
Vash's cunt pulses, close to reaching his peak. Wolfwood fucks him with his fingers while his tongue plays with his clit to help push him over the edge. A hum against his clit has Vash coming, spilling slick on Wolfwood's face and hand. Wolfwood soothes the shockwaves by petting his thigh with his free hand. Vash shudders when Wolfwood pulls his face and hand away.
Vash lies motionless on the bed while Wolfwood heads to the bathroom to clean the mess on his face and grab a towel, squirming when the towel tickles his sensitive skin. Putting the towel away, Wolfwood lays next to him and pulls him close. Vash latches on to him in a tight hug.
"Feeling good?" Wolfwood asks, petting his head.
Vash reddens. "Yeah, it was good," he mumbles into Wolfwood's neck.
Vash shifts, bumping his thigh against the bulge in Wolfwood's pants, making the man grunt. "What about you?" he asks, pulling away.
Wolfwood waves him off. "It'll go away soon."
Vash pouts. "That's not fair."
Wolfwood snorts. "What, you wanna return the favour?"
Vash nods eagerly.
Wolfwood huffs at his enthusiasm. "Alright."
He fiddles with the pants buckle before sliding them off with his underwear. Vash feels giddy watching him, not missing the way his cock springs free.
Wolfwood settles back beside him, sporting a slight flush at Vash's gaze on his crotch. He reaches over to hold Vash's jaw. Vash looks up with a pleading look.
"Can I?" Vash asks.
Wolfwood leans his head against Vash's. "Go ahead."
Vash scrutinizes Wolfwood's cock before touching him, feeling the thickness of it in his palm. His cock pulses as Vash uses the precome at the tip to slide down to the base. Vash looks up when Wolfwood pants next to him, focusing on his reactions while making sure he doesn't grip too tight. The concentrated expression on Vash's face has Wolfwood unable to resist pecking his lips to get his attention, making Vash flush.
"You're thinking too hard."
"Sorry."
Wolfwood pinches his cheek. "Don't say sorry while touching my dick."
Vash bites his tongue to stop himself from apologizing again.
"I got an idea," Wolfwood suggests. "Turn around. Wanna use your thighs."
Vash's breath hitches and does what he's told.
Wolfwood holds his waist. "Close your thighs for me."
Vash's cunt throb in anticipation as he squeezes his legs together. Wolfwood shuffles closer to rest his forehead against the back of Vash's head, sliding his length between his legs. He starts to move, grinding his cock between Vash's thighs. His length rubs Vash's cunt and bumps against his clit as he moves, providing delicious friction.
Wolfwood slides his hand to Vash's stomach as he sets a faster pace, getting close from the way his hot breath hits his neck, grunting when Vash flexes his thighs. Vash rests his hand on top of Wolfwood's to lace their fingers together.
Vash can imagine him fucking him like this. He could tilt his hips and Wolfwood would slip inside. It's tempting with the way he's reaching his peak again with just some rutting. Maybe next time.
Vash hopes there's a next time.
Wolfwood must sense it because he runs his hand down Vash's front, reaching his cunt to rub his clit. Vash doesn't last long and comes with a whimper. Wolfwood isn't far behind, spilling his seed on his thighs. He rubs his thumb over the patch of scar tissue on Vash's stomach while they cool down.
Once they've settled, Vash squirms when Wolfwood pulls out from between his legs, leaving a wet mess behind.
Wolfwood pecks his damp nape. "I'll clean you up."
He groans as he sits up to head to the bathroom, reminding Vash that Wolfwood is supposed to be resting. Vash turns on his back and throws an arm over his eyes, mulling over what just transpired. Should they have a talk? Does Wolfwood want something more? A lot of questions bounce in Vash's head.
He would've been happy to keep his feelings locked away and not say anything, not even when Wolfwood was on his deathbed. Self-restraint got thrown out the window the moment Wolfwood was in his room, even more so after the touch of his lips.
Vash sulks. He'll be sad if this is where it starts and ends. An idiotic move to start something when there's a good chance of them going their separate ways once Wolfwood is fully recovered. They don't share a common goal anymore now that humanity isn't on the brink of destruction.
Maybe it was stupid to bring Wolfwood to his room—
Vash jumps when a damp cloth touches his thigh.
"Sorry," Wolfwood says.
Vash lifts his arm to see Wolfwood looking more presentable with his pants back on and his hair less mused, concentrating on cleaning the mess they made. He reaches for the cloth in Wolfwood's hand. "I can clean myself."
Wolfwood bats his hand away. "'is fine. I want to."
Vash hides his flushed face behind his arm while Wolfwood cleans his cunt.
While Wolfwood puts the towel away, Vash wraps his arms around his knees, feeling too exposed. He debates whether he should strike up a conversation about what Wolfwood plans to do after he leaves the ship.
"Is there a place where I can have a smoke?" Wolfwood asks, stepping out of the bathroom. He finds his shirt on the floor and puts it on.
"Yeah, let me show you the way." Vash quickly puts his discarded clothes on and guides Wolfwood out of the room towards the hall that'll bring them to a balcony.
He doesn't want to lose sight of him so soon.
"Here it is," Vash opens a door, showing a view of the open desert. "Don't get lost once you're done," he singsongs.
Wolfwood digs into his pocket and pulls out his lighter. "Thanks."
Vash leaves him alone, closing the door behind him.
Wolfwood finds a cigarette in his other pocket, lights it, and leans on the railing while looking out at the desert.
He broods.
Did he fuck up? Vash looked pretty distracted there, which isn't a good sign. Maybe he was too pushy with his advances when he insisted on getting Vash off instead of resting. He couldn't pass that opportunity, just like he couldn't pass on kissing the man for the first time, receiving a burning gaze that compelled him to.
Wolfwood chews on his cigarette while he cringes at his own haste, feeling embarrassed for jumping Vash. He should probably go back to his temporary room in the hospital ward to avoid looking like an idiot. Despite wallowing over his actions, he wants Vash, he wants to be with Vash. There's no better time when the planet isn't falling apart.
He hasn't told Vash as much as he? He left right after sex to have a quick smoke because he felt a little embarrassed. Knowing the guy, Vash is likely making up all kinds of assumptions in his spikey head. Now he feels like an asshole for running away and leaving Vash alone.
Should he go back to Vash's room? Yes, he should. And he should ask if Vash has any future plans.
Wolfwood heads back to Vash's room, finding the door unlocked when he presses the keypad. He steps inside to find Vash nowhere. Before he can feel silly for coming back, the door to the bathroom opens, revealing a freshly-showered Vash wearing loose clothes, hair damp and cheeks tinted red.
Wolfwood thinks he looks soft.
Vash eyes widen when he notices him. "You came back."
Wolfwood rubs his neck. "Yeah, I did. And I didn't get lost."
"That's good." Vash doesn't move for a few seconds, not expecting Wolfwood to be here. He fidgets and picks at his sleeve. "Did you forget something?"
"Yes, I did." Wolfwood grasps Vash's wrist to grab his attention. "Do you want to stay at the orphanage with me?"
Vash gaps. The significance of the question rings in his mind—Wolfwood wants him to come live at the orphanage, his home.
Wolfwood gets anxious at Vash's silence. Did he read him wrong? He lets go of Vash, feeling childish for thinking Vash doesn't have better things to do than come with it.
"Yes!" This time, Vash grabs Wolfwood's hand. "If it's alright with everyone, I'd love to."
"Yeah?" Wolfwood smiles. "I'm sure Melanie won't mind, and the kids love you."
Vash beams. His smile wavers when water collects in his eyes. Wolfwood frets over him, hands hovering as Vash wipes his eyes.
"Sorry," Vash sniffles. "Just a little emotional."
Wolfwood's hands settle on holding Vash's face. "Emotional over looking after little rascals?" he jests.
"A little." Vash leans into his palms before peering up at him. "What about one big rascal?"
"I'll behave." Wolfwood leans his forehead next to Vash's. "I'm going to kiss you."
Vash gazes at him with a soft expression. "Please do."
Wolfwood presses his lips to Vash's in a gentle kiss. Vash holds his jaw, letting out an appreciative hum.
To a new future, together.