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They were staying at a town for the for the night, and Vash and Wolfwood decided to check out the local bar. The building was small, and the place was barely half full, but they were looking for crowds the least right now.
"We are gonna go listen to the local gossip!" - Vash yelled, flailing his arms waving goodbye to Meryl and Roberto for the evening. They weren't as used to the tiring and eventful life in the desert and were very worn out by the time.
Sure, they have heard plenty of gossip. They have heard multiple versions of how Vash the Stampede destroyed the neighbor town. When Wolfwood glanced over, he saw the blonde's lenses darken and the edge of his mouth turn into a frown, and he felt his heart was gonna rip into two if he was going to look at that face for a long time. Surely, Vash was a bad influence on his cold and fearful image.
They have sat in silence for 10 minutes already when he suggested getting a drink. Nick stood up to get a pair of glasses, reassuringly patting his friend's shoulder when passing him. From that point, things started to look up.
Time went quickly by. Soon enough, almost no one else remained in the bar. They just continued playing the cards they've snatched from the neighbor table while theirs just collected emptied out glasses.
After they both got comfortably tipsy, Vash had slipped onto the seat next to his friend, to whisper something to him about how the guy from the next table had just told the funniest story, and losing his balance mid step, and landing on the chair didn't stop him from falling on his face neither.
At least he would have, if Nick's instincts weren't fast enough to quickly prop him by his waist with one hand.
-"Hmmp!"- Vash yelped quietly when he felt the strong grip through his thin black shirt.
When he looked up, Nick was hazily looking at him with a questioning expression.
"Are you okay?" -his eyes asked what his mouth currently couldn't.
While he was thinking about wether he should thank or answer him, he noticed how close his face was to Nick's. If he was to lean a few more inches, the tip of their noses would touch, and if he leaned an inch or two more-
"What was he thinking?!?"
"Ugh. Um. Thanks." - his voice was almost whisperingly quiet, his mind completely blank, quickly forgetting what he wanted to say.
Wolfwood's glare lingered on him for a second longer than he would've if he was sober. His face was flushed from the heat the alcohol caused, eyes dark behind the glasses, and Vash didn't know if he was looking at him, or just staring. After a moment passed tought, Nick fished a box out of his pocket, and lit a cigarette without an afterthought.
"-Hey! You cannot smoke in here sir!"- scolded the lady behind the bar, slamming the glass she was wiping on the counter.
He stood up without hesitation, too drunk to make an argument, and too much in need of a smoke to put it out. The bell above the door rang as he left the bar.
Vash was fidgeting with his prosthetic thumb beneath the table, re-revisiting the memory of the feeling of Wolfwood's big hands on his side. His hands made Vash's torso feel incredibly thin, and he wondered how close his thumbs would reach if Nick was holding him with both at once.
Vash wouldn't admit it, but the thought made him shudder. Just a bit.
With the strength Nick would need to lift his gun, it wouldn't take much effort to lift Vash up. He could pretty easily hold him up by his waist. Perhaps throw him to the side if really needed.
Vash would still not admit it, but the nerve connecting his brain to his dick started to feel like it was on fire, and there was a soft buzz under his skin like it was anticipating something.
He never really had the time to get to know someone enough to like them. Sure, he understood what a woman would see in Wolfwood, and he knew he was a skilled gunman, and also the thought of his big hands around his apparently relatively small waist made his brain scramble in a way that he couldn't really explain, but he would be able to tell if he had a crush on his friend, right?
Right?
After finishing his glass and paying their tab, he stepped out of the establishment. The desert night air stinging the hot skin on his cheeks and neck where the turtleneck didn't cover it.
He has to go find Wolfwood. Now.
But Nick was hiding nearby. Vash just had to follow the faint smell of cigarette smoke. He was leaning against the wall a building or two away in an alley. It was just big enough for two people to pass through, but barely.
Vash propped himself against the same wall, and was trying to decide what to say before Wolfwood slipped right up against him and blew the smoke over his shoulder to not bother Vash with the smell, giving a really close view of his neck and collarbones. It made the blonde gunslinger's brain drop all current thoughts.
"Ready to go back?-" Nick whispered, voice rough from the nicotine, pressing the butt of the cigarette against the clay wall while keeping eye contact. Vash couldn't tell if he was teasing, or if he was still under the effect of the alcohol.
"Actually-" Vash turned face-to-face to him, the collars of his jacket almost touching Wolfwood's hair. Despite his open mouth, the words were frozen in his throat when Nick didn't even flinch from the approach. Their faces were mere inches away again and Vash felt his heart beating so rapidly, he feared the other might hear it.
"Yeah?~" Wolfwood tilted his head, questioningly, and perhaps, teasingly a little.
Vash felt his face grow even hotter compared to the desert night's air, and eyeing the ground in embarassment, not noticing the other leaning forward.
"You know, i was just saying-mMH!-"
Luckily, he didn't have to make up a shitty excuse, because as soon as he looked back at Nick the taller man stuck his lips to Vash's very own, holding him by the tall collar of his jacket so he doesnt fall back from the impact.
The kiss was fast and messy as they were both tipsy, but none really cared for it as much as they cared about how they could grasp at the other's clothing at the moment.
"Gosh"
Vash thought. Wolfwood's lips were soft and silky because of the booze, but still slightly chapped from the dry air during the day. He could also taste the cheap whiskey, and feel Nick's stubble scratching at his skin. It was an incredible feeling that made his mind go numb.
When he pulled back for a much needed breath of fresh air, his hands were grasping at the taller man's raven black sleeves. His vision was unfocusing from all things that wasn't Wolfwood at this point. His lips, his hazy eyes that still somehow had a glint of snarkiness in them, his wide open shirt, his messy hair.
Vash felt like if they werent latched onto each other he would have collapsed then and there.
"This fine?"- Wolfwood groaned in a small voice, almost touching foreheads.
"Yeah. Yes! Ofh- hah -course-" - Vash breathed perhaps way too excitedly, still catching his breath. "But i... don't quite have the experience with anything from here on."-he averted his eyes shyly.
He felt a thumb come up to his cheek, hand covering a good portion of his cheek. The gesture made his skin fill with heat once again.
"That doesn't matter wi'me if youre fine wi'it"-he slurred his words together, which eased Vash a bit. He leaned forward and rested his head against Nick's collarbone.
"Diving for the good stuff already?"- he muttered, and the blonde silently huffed out a laugh.
"Is that off the table?"- Vash remarked, face buried in Wolfwood's chest.
"Not if i can do this!"- the other said, grabbing the shorter by the waist firmly and spinning him around with his back now against the wall.
"Aah!"- Vash squeaked upon impact. Mind a mess from feeling the big hands surround his waist. Nick's thumbs were about a few inch apart from reaching all around. "Mmh~" - he eased into the touch.
"Enjoying yourself already?" -he laughed as he dived back for more contact, this time biting the thin stripe of skin between Vash's shirt and jawline.
He felt Wolfwood sucking his skin between teeth and giving a firm massage to Vash's sides while the other was helplessly whimpering into thin air.
"Thats right, keep makin those sounds for me prettyboy!"- Nick groaned into his neck, softly nibbling on his ear.
"Wolfw- ack!"- Vash mewled as he felt him lick at the purple mark. The others might see it tomorrow, and that somehow made this all just more exciting.
Since he had no experience with any of it, he couldn't help but fist at the dark cloth, and moan when he felt something brush against his inner thigh, and absentmindedly rutting up against it a little.
"Hey now, we don't want you to cream your pants and end the party early do we?"-
Wolfwood groaned into his ears. Vash quietly squeaked from the scolding, thinking about the image. Nick making his throat and collarbones into a patchwork of hickeys and bites while he gets off from grinding against his leg, all pathetic. The idea was inviting.
"N-no?"- Vash breathed out shyly. "But-"
"If you really can just not wait,"- Wolfwood leaned back, pretending hes deep in thought -"maybe we have to teach some patience into you"- he poked the blond's chest.
"What do you mean by that?"
Vash was about to ask. He did not ponder for long thought, as he was lifted up into air, back still at the wall, but this time his legs were prompted up by the taller man.
This position did not only made him completely defenseless, with his legs spread so wide, but also feel Nick's erection through both of their clothes.
"Gnh"- he whimpered from the shameless position, "Wolfwood"-
"Shh. You will get what you want"- Nick rasped, leaning back and appreciating the view. "I was right. You do look like you were made for this, weren't you?"- and Vash was about to ask, before the sentence was followed by a slight brush of their hips.
"Haah-"- his eyes fluttered, trying to catch more friction, not noticing the hands now catching the waistband of his pants.
"Can i?"- Wolfwood asked, studying his expression for discomfort, but Vash couldn't even nod faster.
The night air felt even colder against his lower back, fingers caressing his spine.
Nick skillfully removed his pants from one leg, delighted to find the other half hard, and already dripping precum.
"What go' you so riled up? This doesnt look like it happened in the past two minutes~"
Wolfwood groaned with a scolding tone that didn't ooze of any real venom, it just made the blonde's face light up with red once again, thinking about the hands on his waist.
"Well- a-ah! Wolfwo-ngh...-! When you- huff- held me by the waist.. when i fe-aah!!"
Vash was gonna say, but he shivered with anticipation every time the priest rolled his hips and reached to palm at his erection.
"Was this the lesson he was talking about?"
"You mean you have been-ugh.." -a push of hips that made the other let out a dignified squeak- "sitting atta' bar" -another one- "with a hard on because i touched you once?" -he said as he finally freed the moaning mess of an outlaw out of his last restrains, who was quietly whimpering at the cold air directly surrounding his sensitive parts.
"God Spikey" -he gave it a test tug, and watched the other bite his lips in order to stop himself from making too much noise,
"You're pathetic. Have you really not done this before?" -Nick asked from Vash, who was clearly already detatched from reality a little, eyes unfocused and drooling a little.
"Hey, im talkin' to ya!" -he barked, removing his hand from the shaft, which earned him a whimper, and firmly grabbing the blonde's chin and jaw.
"Dont have time,.. always traveling..." He whispered in a high pitched voice before the eyes focused on Nick again.
"Please- Wolfwood-ahh-!-need it, please, need it so bad-hmmpf!" -he blabbered to the Priest's amusement.
"I both don't believe and am completely sure ya' never got fucked before now. Just don' finish before we even start cuz i ain' gonna take pity on ya'." -he snickered, unbuttoning his pants, and finally freeing himself, and smirking at Vash, who had a glaring and drooling like he was about to have the best meal of his life.
"Lets not make him wait to be stuffed full then~"
Wolfwood chuckled to himself.
He aligned two of his fingers at the other's mouth, who took them in without much resistance. He pinned his tongue down and dragged his fingers along his sharp canines, wondering how it would feel like to fuck his mouth against a mattress.
"Cough. Maybe next time."
He experimentally slid his digits along his tongue, as far as it could reach, until his knuckles touched lips to find the blonde completely unfazed by the intrusion. Nick was definitely gonna remember that, and the image made his dick twitch.
He finally freed his fingers and watched the line of spit drip as he smeared some across his jaw.
"Ya read?"
Nick smirked at the already generously out-fucked looking blonde.
"Yes! Yes- Wolfwood-hnn~ need it-! Please-..." -he stuttered, squirming and moaning when their cocks touched.
"Alright, big breath!"
His middle finger easily slipped in halfway, getting a punched out breath of Vash, as Wolfwood eased it deeper and massaged the delicate flesh where he could.
The thing is,
Vash was incredibly hot inside. Wolfwood's head almost started spinning just thinking about what it would be like to fuck him. He was trying to handle him delicately as it was his first time, but the noises and expressions he wore made it difficult not to manhandle him and fuck him stupid right there and right against the wall. To hell if anyone heard them.
Vash was panting and whimpering in a high pitched tone, with his eyes closed and brows furrowed. No signs of discomfort.
"Wolfo-ahnn~ more please-ah!"
He begged, one eye open but not really focused again.
And who was Nicholas D. Wolfwood to deny him?
The blonde got gradually louder as he pushed in another digit, scissoring them and sliding along the bundle of nerves with twice the force.
He was almost content to just listening to the moaning and mewling of the outlaw, until their eyes shot open in a lustful gaze, letting out a loud moan which could easily be heard from a nearby open window.
"Idiot." -Nick scolded, dick twitching against his abdomen- "don' do that if you don' wanna be caught."
He retreated his fingers against the line of protests from the desperate man, who was also quickly silenced when Wolfwood lined himself up against his entrance.
"Hope to hear ya sing like that while i fuck ya brains out prettyboy!"
The priest laughed as he slid in with one swift motion and watching the blonde's eyes roll back into his skull while his back arched off the wall behind him.
"Wolfwood- Wol-haah!- pleasepleasepl- hooah- need it- angh-don'tstop- please"
The sharp sound would have hurt his ears if he wasn't so caught up in trying not to fuck into him at an insane pace, and catching his earring between his teeth.
When the punched out moans and half pleas got too much, even for Wolfwood, he stopped his faithful duty of covering every inch of skin he could reach with teeth marks and saliva, and stuck one of his palms against the other's mouth, feeling the hot, wet breaths against his skin.
"Ya really need to- huff- tone it down Needle-Noggin'"
Nick glared at him, knowing Vash probably won't register the lecturing expression,
"Do ya' want people to find us like thi-haah- this-? To catch the legendary outlaw being fucked in the ass in an alley?"
There was a spark of a light as if the information somehow got to his foggy, fucked out brain, so he continued:
"What would they-hm- think if they knew what a whore you are-ugh-"
He felt Vash tighten up either from the words, or he was getting close.
"Yer rumors would sound very different- ahh!- Spikey." -Nick chuckled- "Vash the Stampede, caught committing blasphemy, hmmm~getting fucked into-fuck- oblivion"
Wolfwood felt spit sticking to his hand, and Vash's breath getting more ragged, more rushed, so he sped up the pace and watched the other's eyes widen and back arch off the wall as his hands edged on ripping his coat apart over his back.
Half out of desire, half out of caution, Nick pressed his lips to the blonde's when he felt the other freeze, hand coming down to jerk him through his orgasm and getting generously coated with his release in exchange.
He felt two hands roughly grasp at the back of his head when Vash realized Wolfwood wasn't about to stop and whined loudly into his mouth while Nick felt around the other's canines and tongue.
It must have been a few minutes but it both felt like forever and barely any time at all until Wolfwood also tipped over the edge and coated the blonde's inside with his seed.
When finally stopping, Wolfwood pulled away from his partner, who has bordering between this world and the next one, eyelashes wet with tears from overstimulation, hair stuck to his forehead from sweating, and hazy eyes glaring at Nick. He gave a final peck to his slightly agape lips which were swollen and angry red from biting, and taking the whole image in, coated with the golden light the street lamps gave, it was the closest thing Wolfwood call an angel. The golden halo of light reflected by his wet hair was just the cherry on top.
When Nick finishied his sentimental line of thought, he carefully tucked Vash back into his pants, trying not to think about the streaks of thick liquied running down his thighs- he gotta clean him up before they go to sleep- and took him on his back, as if the other just passed out from drinking. Surely his flushed wet face said otherwise, but they didn't meet any civilian on their way home fortunately.
"I hope at least yer gonna remember this tomorrow Needle-Noggin! It would be awkward morning otherwise."
He thought while trying to remember where the inn they stayed at was