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One downside to being a giver is that it’s hard to ask for what you want.
Wolfwood finds that he so easily bends for Vash, throwing all self-preservation to the wind because the guy looks at him with those sparkly blue eyes and a smile that’s just for him. It ranges from mundane things like filling up their canteens or not rearranging a guy’s face for looking at Vash the wrong way, to more serious things, like not killing someone.
Wolfwood is a man of God, living to serve or whatever. And maybe there’s a small, self-sabotaging piece of him that doesn’t think he deserves to ask for things, to make requests. Desires stay lodged in the back of his throat, so habitual now that he forgets they’re there.
Yet, when Vash asks, “Nick, what do you wanna do?” he doesn’t know where to begin. He wants Vash to consume him, drown out the rest of the world so it’s just them. He wants Vash to fuck him, to reduce him to the same blubbering mess he makes Vash. Yet, that nagging part of him reminds him that he doesn’t deserve it-- he has no right to ask for anything, especially not from Vash.
The want gets worse the longer Wolfwood tries to temper it. When they fuck, he imagines it’s him being smothered into the sheets, gasping Vash’s name as he cums with no hands, being filled to the brim. He imagines what it would feel like for Vash to come inside him. Would he be able to feel the cum as it shoots out or would he be too lost in the pleasure? He wonders what it feels like after, to feel bereft of something inside him as he basks in the afterglow. He imagines feeling Vash’s cum drip from his hole, warm and sticky as it soils his underwear. He daydreams about getting railed against his motorcycle out in the open, or getting fingered in a grimy saloon bathroom.
He gets lost in the fantasy so often now, that Vash begins to notice.
“Nico, are you listening to me?” Vash jabs Wolfwood’s shoulder, yanking him back to the present moment, the small cafe they’re sitting in.
Wolfwood takes a long drag on his cigarette to clear his head, “Yep, definitely.”
Vash frowns, kicking Wolfwood’s shin under the table, “Liar.”
“Hey! Don’t kick me, asshole.” Wolfwood hisses, reaching to flick Vash’s forehead. He doesn’t bother to dodge but whines all the same when the finger strikes him.
Vash rubs his forehead, “What’re you thinking about so hard anyway? You’re gonna give yourself an aneurysm.” Wolfwood wants to tell him the truth, but it gets stuck to the roof of his mouth.
“Just thinkin’ about you.” He half-admits, tapping his cigarette over the ashtray.
Vash rolls his eyes, a smirk playing on the handsome curve of his mouth. “Sure, sure.” He must see something in Wolfwood’s face because his eyes take on a sort of knowing look. “Wanna get out of here?” His tone is low and goes right to Wolfwood’s dick.
Wolfwood finishes his cigarette, stubbing it out in the ashtray. “Yeah, let’s go.” He pays their tab and follows Vash outside, into the blanketing heat of the planet. Vash greets people as they walk back to the inn they’re camping at, but Wolfwood’s mind has already wandered back to his fantasies. He’s been half-hard this entire time, and honestly probably all day every day since this itch settled under his skin.
Once inside their room, Vash corners him against the door. Wolfwood’s back presses into the wood, caged in by Vash’s hands on either side of his head. “Okay, spill. What’s up with you?” Vash presses, making eye contact that’s too overwhelming.
“What do you mean?” Wolfwood replies as nonchalantly as he can. He reaches up and unbuttons Vash’s coat halfway.
Vash frowns, “Every time I turn around you’re in la la land. There’s something on your mind, and I wanna know what it is.” Wolfwood pulls a cigarette out of his pocket. He doesn’t light it but he just needs something to hold between his teeth. After a moment, Vash sighs, gazing away from Wolfwood with dejected eyes. His hands start to slip from the wall, as if he’s given up on getting an answer from Wolfwood. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna tell me.” He says, and it sounds like he’s been rejected.
Wolfwood grabs Vash’s real hand with a frustrated noise, unable to tolerate the look on his face. “I don’t... Know how to say it.”
Vash raises an eyebrow, “Is it a bad thing?”
“Well... No.” Wolfwood rolls the cigarette from one corner of his mouth to the other. He can feel himself getting hot around the collar.
“Then what are you hiding it for?” Vash asks quietly, brushing his metal fingers over Wolfwood’s burning cheek.
Wolfwood’s resolve is crumbling hilariously easily. He’s at a crossroads– Vash wants to know, but Wolfwood doesn’t feel like he deserves it. But, he also wants to give Vash what he wants, which is to know. God, his head is a mess. “Fuck needle-noggin,” He swears, shoving the cigarette back in his pocket, “I... I want you to fuck me, and I can’t stop thinking about it.” He glares at their hands, Vash’s gloved fingers pressed between his bare ones.
“Oh,” Vash hums, “that’s it?”
Wolfwood looks back up at him, frowning as his cheeks burn. “I don’t like askin’ for stuff.” He admits. Vash nods like he understands the weight behind those words, the why of not asking. He doesn’t say anything about it, leaning forward to kiss Wolfwood gently. His lips are gentle and knowing, and it makes Wolfwood squirm.
“Let me take care of you then, hm?” Vash smiles, the corners of his eyes scrunching up in mirth. It’s a smile that brings Wolfwood to his knees every time. He nods, and Vash kisses him again, heavier and deeper. Wolfwood’s head knocks against the door with the force of their lips, but he doesn’t care. He lets Vash take the reigns, as this part still feels normal. Vash has always liked to undress him, dragging his lips over the newly exposed parts of Wolfwood’s skin as he goes. This time is no different, and Wolfwood is stripped to his boxers and socks in just a few minutes.
Vash sucks on his throat, in a spot that wouldn’t be hidden even if Wolfwood buttoned his shirt all the way. He knows it will leave a mark, and he can’t wait for the idiots they come across to see this claim Vash has on him. Vash tugs Wolfwood’s underwear down as he sucks another mark, letting them fall around his ankles with his pants. “Go lay down,” Vash murmurs, licking his lips as Wolfwood steps out of the puddle of his clothes.
Wolfwood wants to help Vash undress but is too flustered for all of Vash’s stupid garments. So he lays in the center of the bed as he watches Vash strip. He’s mesmerized by the ease by which Vash gets his clothes off, exposing his scarred flesh and lean body. He leaves his prosthetic arm on, but otherwise, he is completely nude as he joins Wolfwood at the bed.
Wolfwood can’t help but feel awkward suddenly, not sure what to do with his hands now that their roles are reversing. Vash dips down to kiss him, tongue pressing into his eager mouth. Wolfwood reaches between them, giving Vash’s dick a few strokes. He’s fully hard already, mirroring Wolfwood’s own arousal. Vash moans into his mouth as Wolfwood’s thumb rubs firmly over the slick head of his cock, hips rolling forward eagerly. Vash moves back to Wolfwood’s neck, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses all over as his hands wander. Fingertips caress through dark body hair, almost tickling him as they follow the trail to the thicker hair above his cock.
Vash’s hand gently circles Wolfwood’s dick, giving a slight squeeze and tug that makes him hum, the first touches sending a ripple of satisfaction through him. Vash grins at him again. “Nico, can I eat you out?”
“You don’t have to,” Wolfwood murmurs, though the idea sounds nice.
Vash rolls his eyes like it’s the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. “I know I don’t have to. I’m asking 'cause I want to, dummy.”
Wolfwood clears his throat, trying to sound nonchalant as if his dick isn’t twitching at the idea. “Go on, then.”
“Roll over,” Vash tells him, and Wolfwood situates himself on his elbows and knees, ass up for Vash’s ministrations. Two hands, one cold and one warm, squeeze his cheeks before sliding up his back, putting pressure between his shoulders. “Relax your arms, just let go. It’s comfier like that.” Vash says softly, coaxing Wolfwood’s shoulders down to the mattress.
Wolfwood huffs a laugh, “Yeah you would know huh.”
Vash pinches his ass. “Yeah, well you’d already know this too if you weren’t so stubborn.” Wolfwood glances over his shoulder with a frown and sees Vash lick his lips as he looks down. Just the sight of Vash looking at his ass should not be as hot as it is, but Wolfwood feels his mouth run dry. He bites his lips as those hands press his cheeks apart, fully exposing his hole and taint. Vash says nothing as he dips down, showing no hesitation as he licks long and heavy from Wolfwood’s balls to his hole. It’s wet and feels a little wrong, but Wolfwood easily adjusts to the sensation as that tongue circles his hole like it’s some kind of delicacy.
Wolfwood always wondered if Vash was exaggerating his reactions during sex, not realizing just how sensitive this little body part really was. A few licks and he’s already breathing heavier, breaths puffing out in almost moans. Vash’s thumbs tug as if he’s trying to open him wider, making filthy noises as he slurps around Wolfwood’s back door. He hums too, sounding like he’s having the best meal of his life. Wolfwood has the urge to hide behind a smart-mouthed comment, but it dies in his throat the moment Vash’s tongue presses into his hole. It feels so weird, but so good at the same time.
“Fuck,” He moans, toes curling as Vash presses his tongue in and out, occasionally lapping around the rim and his taint.
“Like it?” Vash asks, thumb rubbing over Wolfwood’s hole.
Wolfwood nods against the sheets, “It’s good. Can see why you like it so much.” He laughs breathlessly, groaning when Vash’s tongue returns, heavy and wet. It slides back and forth quickly, making his thighs shake, before dipping in again. After a few long minutes, Vash pauses again, pressing a wet kiss to his hole. Wolfwood peeks over his shoulder again. Vash meets his eyes with a smile, lips and chin shining with spit. Wolfwood drops his head back down, feeling scalded by the tender affection in those eyes.
“You’re cute, Nico,” Vash coos, fingers rubbing over his slick hole.
“Sh-shut up,” Wolfwood grumbles. The fingers massaging over his ass get a little bolder, one pressing in slowly. This, at least, Wolfwood is a little used to, having fingered himself a good dozen times. However, Vash can reach deeper, not impeded by the awkwardness of having to reach around oneself. His one finger slowly presses in and out, and soon enough Vash’s mouth returns too, tongue dancing around the rim as his hole is fingered. He moans when Vash presses another finger in, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets to ground himself.
He doesn’t know how long Vash finger fucks him, the slide of them made easy by his spit. It’s slow as if Vash isn’t trying to make Wolfwood come but rather just enjoying the sensations. When Vash’s fingers finally do rub against the right spot, Wolfwood gasps around a moan. “That the spot?” Vash asks as his fingers roll back and forth against it.
“Yeah, fuck,” Wolfwood huffs, “fuck that’s good.” He admits, nearly delirious with the molten pleasure that makes its way to his head. He hears Vash laugh and almost misses the question.
“You want me to fuck you, Nico?” His voice is in Wolfwood’s ear, breath hot as his fingers keep going.
And God, he has never wanted anything more.
“Yeah, ah,” Wolfwood moans, shivering as Vash’s fingers leave him.
“Roll over again. I wanna see your face.” Vash asks, guiding Wolfwood’s hips as he flips. He doesn’t know when Vash found the lube, but it’s in his hand dribbling it over his cock. Wolfwood watches, slack-jawed as Vash coats his dick, letting out a soft moan as his fist rolls over the tip. Vash grabs Wolfwood’s thighs, pressing them apart and back so he can settle between them. His cock rubs wetly over Wolfwood’s hole, and he groans when he realizes Vash is taking his sweet ass time just rubbing his dick against his taint.
Wolfwood reaches to smack him and misses. “Don’t be a tease,” he growls. It ends up just sounding pathetically desperate.
“Sorry, sorry,” Vash laughs. He leans down, catching Wolfwood’s lips in a messy kiss. It’s brief, just enough to wipe the pout from Wolfwood’s lips. When Vash leans back, his cock is pressing against Wolfwood’s hole with intent. He pushes in so slowly, and Wolfwood loses his patience.
“Fucking do it, needle-noggin!” He barks, trying to yank Vash forward with his legs. Vash apologizes again but rocks all the way forward and, “ffffuck.” Wolfwood is breathless, choked by the feeling of Vash’s cock inside him like it reaches all the way to his throat. Granted, Vash did have a larger-than-average dick, but it felt even bigger once inside. Vash rolls his hips back and forward again, punching a moan from Wolfwood’s gut.
“Okay?” Vash asks, hands holding Wolfwood’s hips for leverage.
“Better than okay,” Wolfwood blurts, huffing a laugh. “Now c’mon, don’t be gentle. Show me how good you can fuck.” He manages to egg him on with a mostly even tone, enjoying the way Vash seems to register the challenge.
“Bossy,” Vash accuses, leaving Wolfwood no room to reply as he reels back and slams his hips forward. He sets a fast pace, and his aim is true even in this situation. His cock batters Wolfwood’s prostate, shattering what was left of Wolfwood’s bravado. He moans openly, tugging Vash’s shoulders down to hold onto him. Vash mouths at his neck, nipping and sucking here and there as he fucks like a machine.
Wolfwood’s cock throbs between them, bouncing in a little puddle of precum on his stomach. He wants to touch himself, but he knows he’d blow instantly. He knows Vash has enough stamina to force him into an orgasm with his cock alone, and he wills himself to be patient for it.
Vash grins down at Wolfwood, looking much like an enthusiastic puppy, “Is it good, Nico? Mmmh, am I doing it right?”
Wolfwood moans as Vash’s cock drags over his prostate again, “Shut up, you-- you have eyes, don’t you?” He’s a fucking mess, tanned skin flushed and shining with a thin layer of sweat. His cock is so hard it could cut diamond, and this guy has the audacity to ask if he’s doing a good job. Vash just laughs, seemingly doubling his efforts. His hands clutch Wolfwood’s hips tightly, probably enough to bruise and match the marks on his neck. He moans freely as he fucks into Wolfwood’s hole, carving himself a home within him.
Wolfwood suddenly doesn’t know how much longer he can hold on. It feels good, too good. A weird emotion surges within him, feeling undeserving of something so good. He doesn’t understand how Vash can feel like this all the time and not combust. His head falls back against the bed with a groan, feeling boneless and helpless to the onslaught of pleasure that beats into him like a drum. Each thrust has him seeing stars at this point, and Vash has started whispering nonsense into his ears.
“You feel so good,” Vash moans, grinding his hips against Wolfwood as he fucks forward. “When you were thinking about this, were you imagining it like this?” Wolfwood nods, unable to make any sounds other than those of pleasure. “Wanna make you feel good,” Vash murmurs, rolling short, deep thrusts that grind as hard as he can against the limits of their bodies.
Wolfwood’s cock twitches with each push of Vash’s hips, steadily leaking onto his stomach. It feels like he’s never going to cum and like he’s been coming for the past few minutes. His body is strung out on pleasure, the sear of it making him dizzy. His own voice sounds different in his ears, the wanton sounds of sex spilling from his throat like he’s in a porno.
“You gonna cum for me Nico?” Vash asks, sounding like he’s on the edge himself. All Wolfwood can do is nod, feeling the building wave about to crash over him. Vash fucks him harder, “Cum for me, Nico, you can do it.” He practically begs for it, and Wolfwood can’t deny him anything.
“Oh, fuck!” Wolfwood cries out, his core throbbing as he cums all over himself. It feels like it lasts forever, chest heaving as wave after wave is pulled from him. His body trembles, damn near convulsing as he comes down from it, cock throbbing against his stomach as it tries to spend the last drops of cum. Vash moans above him, cutting through the cloud of Wolfwood’s orgasm. “Come inside me,” Wolfwood says suddenly, grabbing his own cock in his hand. It’s sticky with his release, but he doesn’t care. He strokes himself sloppily as Vash keeps fucking him, already feeling a second orgasm creeping up.
Vash pants above him, slamming his hips over and over. “Ah, Nico, I’m-- I’m gonna cum,” He whines, gasping as it hits him. He’s loud when he comes, always is, but it somehow feels even louder like this. Wolfwood can feel Vash’s cock throb inside him with each pulse of his orgasm, with each spill of his cum. It’s enough to catapult Wolfwood over the edge again, moaning loudly as white shoots onto his chest.
Everything turns fuzzy as Wolfwood lets his cock go, feeling akin to a rag that’s been wrung too many times. Vash gently rocks into him still, slow and languid like he can’t bear to stop. Somehow it's comfortable and too much at the same time. Wolfwood blearily raises a wet hand to Vash’s chest, making him stop. Vash settles over him, dick still plugged up his ass. His weight is grounding as Wolfwood catches his breath, the room around them coming back into focus.
When Vash’s soft cock finally slips out of him, Wolfwood sucks in a breath. It feels wrong to suddenly be so empty. “Fuck...” Wolfwood mumbles, ass clenching around nothing as he readjusts.
Vash kisses his cheek, “Sorry, that part always feels weird.”
“S’okay,” Wolfwood murmurs, hugging Vash close to him with shaky arms.
They’re quiet for a few minutes before Vash starts to stir again. He tries to weasel out of Wolfwood’s arms, but Wolfwood tightens his grip. “I just wanna grab a towel,” Vash says, a laugh hidden in his voice.
“Later,” Wolfwood grumbles, “stay.” Vash stays, holding Wolfwood in his arms like he deserves to be there. Under the intoxication of post-orgasm bliss, Wolfwood starts to entertain the idea that maybe he does.