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Vash weaves to the side, dodging the blow from one of his brother’s million knives. He is tired, so tired. His limbs ache, and there is pain radiating from his hip, and he’s pretty sure he’s bleeding from somewhere. When he whips around to face Nai again, the hair falling in his face is read. And wet.
“Give up Vash,” Nai snaps, impatience in every syllable.
Vash looks across the space at his twin – has to look up because Nai stands tall and Vash is leaning on his thigh with his prosthesis – and he has to blink hot, viciously angry tears out of his eyes. His glasses are cracked.
“I don’t want to fight you, Nai!” Vash shouts. His voice is more cracked than his glasses.
“Baby brother…” Nai is using that voice, the one where he lays down the law, explaining what is right and wrong, that a note in the middle of a sonata is a high C and not a mid E.
Vash hates what that voice does to him.
“...We don’t have to fight Vaaaaashu.” Nai whips another string of knives towards him and Vash leaps aside. “Just come to me, baby brother.”
It breaks Vash’s heart, but he shakes his head.
“You know I can’t do that Nai.”
“You’re so stubborn Vash. Always so stubborn.”
Vash rushes him, crashes into Nai, lands a blow to the soft part of his abdomen. Nai’s eyes go wide – bright and vicious and sad all at once – and Vash hates that he hurt him.
They’ve been fighting for hours, they’re both exhausted, and Vash just wants it to be over.
“Nai, please…”
“Vaaaaashu…”
Nai weaves a hand into Vash’s hair, fingers wrapping around the longer blond strands on top, and Vash offers his twin a smile. Nai smiles back.
It’s OK, they can get through this. It’ll be alright, and Vash will find a way to save everyone –
And then Nai closes his fist tight and smashes their foreheads together. Vash knows pain – searing, sharp, all-consuming – and then he knows nothing.
***
Vash wakes feeling groggy and sore. He blinks – everything is out of focus – and squints at a tiny green sproutling, its pale, delicate stem jutting boldly through the loamy soil.
A plant. A real plant.
Vash blinks again, clearing his vision. There is another seedling, just beside the first sproutling, a little bigger, with a second pair of saw-toothed leaves. Vash frowns.
Another plant.
Vash rolls over with a groan, and now, he’s blinking up at his brother. Nai smiles down at him sweetly, eyes glittering like Vash hasn’t seen them do in years.
“Good morning, little brother.”
“Nai…” Vash tries to sit up – grunting with the effort, he feels so stiff – but Nai places a hand on his chest. Vash glances past his twin to the mirage of greenery that surrounds them, a million shades of photosynthesis. “Where are we?”
“Eden,” Nai intones the word like a blessing. He casts a hand upwards, gesturing to the canopy of branches, the swirl of leaves and flora and life, the likes of which Vash hasn’t seen since they were children. “It could be like this everywhere.”
Vash stares, awestruck. He can feel the pulse of the greenery growing around them, under them, the very soil alive with roots systems carrying nutrients, fluids, messages… it’s amazing. Vash’s natural fingers flex in the soil beside him and he is seized by the insane desire to simply dig into the earth and root himself here. Surely, this is heaven.
And then Nai’s words have his heart throbbing with misery.
“You mean, it could be like this everywhere, if I let you get rid of all the people?”
Nai shrugs.
Shrugs.
Like it doesn’t matter, like millions of human souls are nothing more than dust to be swept aside, and Vash lifts his hand from the ground and thumps against his twin’s chest.
Nai arches a pale eyebrow at him. Vash knows the blow didn’t hurt; he never could bring himself to harm his brother.
“I’m not going to let you do that Nai.”
“And I didn’t bring you here to argue about it, Vash.” Nai moves quickly, straddling Vash’s thighs, quick fingers working open his coat and peeling away his shirt. “I want to help you.”
“Nai, what –”
“Shhh… more than a hundred years with humans and none of them knows how to take care of you. And why would they, when plants need each other in order to heal.”
Vash wants to snap and argue, or pout perhaps, to voice his disagreement with a passionate speech. But Nai clearly isn’t paying any attention, so Vash doesn’t say anything. Nai spreads open Vash’s coat, peels away his shirt, and unfastens his fly. His smooth brow furrows as he looks at Vash.
“Oh, my sweet brother…” Nai’s hands feel huge on him, long fingers tracing over the shapes of old wounds and the divots of scar tissue, until he reaches one of the thick, bark like growths which spans between two of Vash’s ribs. Nai snarls, teeth clenched.
“Nai-”
“You are hurt.”
“It was years ago –” Vash starts to protest.
Nai does not listen. Vash can feel his twin’s rage, sees the anger inscribed clearly across his face, and if what Nai needs right now is to take that anger out on Vash, then Vash will let it happen. He can cope with Nai’s moods, his outbursts, his temper; he always could.
Nai squeezes tight around Vash’s ribs, and Vash feels small – just for a moment – even though he and Nai are perfectly matched in form and scale. Nai’s thumb pushes at the edge of the bark. Vash winces. And then Nai rips the offending growth from his body.
Vash screams. Nai leans over him, covering him with his body, pressing him deep into the rich soil that pillows them, and eats the noises directly from Vash’s mouth.
“Look at me, little brother.”
Vash fights through the sheen of tears obscuring his vision to meet his brother’s eyes. Nai is glowing, his skin illuminated from within, and Vash tries to scry meaning from the patterns which still seem so alien to him.
It is their biggest difference – beyond injuries or temper or missing limbs or rival allegiances – because Vash has never been able to access the world of flora that his brother is part of.
“Plants need each other to heal, Vash,” Nai says, lips brushing Vash’s with every word. “How did you never realise that?”
Vash grits his teeth, eyes squeezing shut, because it hurts. It hurts so much. His skin feels like it’s on fire, almost worse than his original injuries. Nai is touching the wound, the open flesh of his side, wetness trailing after his fingertips. Vash arches his spine, screaming in silence.
“Healing is a process, little brother,” Nai declares. “You can’t ignore it in the hopes it will fix itself.”
“Nai- please –” Vash has no idea what he’s asking for, only that he needs to speak or he’ll scream again.
“Don’t fight it, Vaaashu.”
Vash either loves or hates the way his twin drawls his name, but he can never decide.
“All plants want to help each other. Let me help you.”
Vash claws at the ground, his brother, anything, with his prosthesis. Nai grabs his forearm roughly, fingers sliding between the struts of his ulna and radius in a way that makes Vash feel lurchingly sick and hot all at once.
“Stop fighting, Vash.”
“But it hurts!” Vash whines, like a child.
“Where?” Nai sounds genuinely confused for a moment. “Where does it hurt?”
Vash snaps his teeth at his twin, and scrabbles to push Nai away. He tugs roughly at the remains of his clothes, trying to see the wound. If Nai is really going to act like he didn’t just rip a hole in Vash’s side then Vash will show him. Vash puts a hand on his ribs and –
Oh.
Nai is smirking now, his smile prideful and smug, and Vash stares down at himself to find new skin – pale pink and smooth and soft – spanning the gap where there was bark before.
And it doesn’t hurt. He takes a deep breath. It doesn’t hurt. What he feels instead is the absence of the grating sensation of the rigid bark which he’d grown used to. There is skin moving over the muscle instead, flexing with him as he breathes.
“How?”
“I told you,” Nai says, stepping close. “Plants need each other to heal, and this is Eden.”
Vash takes another deep breath, marvelling at the way it feels. And it’s not just the lack of injuries. Here in this place, the air itself is green and alive. Vash digs his bare toes into the soil – when did he lose his boots? – and groans at the heavenly feeling of being fed just by standing still.
“You look so peaceful here Vash.”
Vash opens an eye. Nai is watching him closely. Vash takes a breath, Nai does too, and for a little while they just match their breathing while Vash drinks the air around them.
“I have to get back,” Vash says, glancing about for his coat.
“No you don’t.” Nai’s voice is hard, his tone serious. “There is nothing for you there.”
“Nai, stop.” Vash sighs, annoyed that his twin is once again being so obtuse. “I have friends, people who need me.”
“I need you,” Nai replies.
“What for?” Vash huffs humourlessly. “I’m a failed plant, remember?”
“No!”
Nai grabs for him, Vash twists out of his grip, and suddenly they are fighting again. Vash doesn’t have any weapons, and Nai isn’t using his knives. They go rolling over and over in the loamy soil, foliage brushing over them, sproutlings momentarily crushed as they grapple each other. Nai gets a hand in Vash’s hair, and Vash knees him in the thigh. Nai bites at Vash’s lip, and Vash wraps an arm around his brother and tries to haul him off balance and away.
Nai presses him down into the soil, pinning Vash there with his whole body, and Vash’s buck does nothing to dislodge his twin from atop him. Nai is a strong, solid line of heat above him and suddenly Vash feels hollow and too light – like he might float adrift on the breeze if Nai lets him up.
“Nai…” he whimpers, confused.
“That’s it, little brother. It’s alright, I’m here.”
Vash stares at his twin, up-lit by the blue glow from his floral pattern, and then his gaze drifts to his own hand around Nai’s bicep, his fingers, the soft, greenish swirls that spiral and weave under his skin like beautiful never-ending fractals.
“Nai!”
“Shhhh…” Nai breathes the words across his skin and Vash shivers. “You’re blooming.”
“I’m- what?”
But Vash knows. He doesn’t need the croon of his twin’s explanation, the proud words of praise for his beauty, because he can feel the change happening under his skin, the way heat unfurls inside him, his cells turning towards the sun to seek light and joy and nourishment.
Only there is no sun, and the thing Vash’s body is attuning to is his twin.
“Nai-!” Vash’s voice wobbles. He feels little again, suddenly terrified of things happening to him without his control or consent. For a moment, Vash expects to see shackles around his wrists.
“I’m here.” Nai strokes strong fingers through Vash’s hair, down his cheek, cradling his jaw. “I’m here, little brother. I’ve got you.” Nai presses closer, not a spare mote of space between them now. “Just let go.”
Vash is hyperaware of the hot track a tear makes down the side of his face. He screws his eyes up. Hears it splat to the soil beneath them.
And then he feels with senses far finer than those of the body he inhabits, the way the water and minerals are absorbed by the soil, of the network of roots which stretch out to find them. The greenery around him vibrates with life and energy, communicating with each other, growing stronger as they drink his tears.
This is the world that Nai wants, the world he has built, and Vash would give anything to stay in it with him.
Well, almost anything.
“No. No Nai, I have to go.”
“Stay,” Nai begs, pleading, desperate.
“I can’t.”
“But you must. I need you, Vash.”
Vash wishes he could tear himself in two. He opens his mouth to reply, takes a deep breath of green and living air, and Nai kisses him.
Vash opens for him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He parts his lips and makes space for Nai’s tongue in his mouth, moaning softly as his brother licks into him, trying to consume him. Vash kisses him back, sliding their lips together wetly and tracing the line of Nai’s teeth with his tongue. Nai tastes sweet and fresh, like spring flowers Vash doesn’t know the names of, and his lips are plush and velvety against Vash’s own.
When Vash blinks again, he realises he had his eyes closed, and that his hand in Nai’s hair is glowing, brighter and bolder. Patterns roam over his skin, blending with Nai’s wherever they touch.
“Nai. I have to go,” Vash whimpers against his brother’s lips.
“Stay,” Nai says instead, like it was a question which needed an answer. “Grow Eden with me, Vash.”
“I can’t,” Vash mumbles into their kiss.
Nai hums wordlessly. Vash kisses him deeper, licking up into his twin’s mouth, taking his turn to drink down all of Nai’s delicious flavours and subtle moans. The soil is so comfortable, so nourishing, and Vash feels more energised than he has in years. He arches up against Nai, loving the feeling of his twin braced over the top of him, trying to align their heartbeats again.
“Remember when we did this?” Vash says.
“We were kids,” Nai purrs.
“Mmmm… but it was nice to feel close to you.”
Nai ruts down against him, pressing Vash’s hips back into the soil, and Vash gasps, because suddenly heat prickles across his skin, sweat like condensation beading along his limbs, his leaves, his brow.
“It wasn’t like this when we were kids,” Nai growls against Vash’s lips. Vash whines, nodding.
It wasn’t. But Vash can’t think of a reason to stop, because every slide of Nai’s skin against his own feels amazing. He is energised, vital, and the feeling of strength is only more emphasized with every breath.
Nai’s lips vanish, trailing down Vash’s throat, and Vash whines and tries to grab for his brother, pulling him back up for more kisses. Nai wraps a hand around Vash’s prothesis and snarls.
“I hate that you didn’t look after yourself. No one looked after you.”
Nai,” Vash whines, “that’s not fair.”
“Shhh….”
Nai distracts him with a kiss, and it works. Vash drinks the green air and kisses his twin. He revels in the slide of their bodies together, all hard muscles where they tense and rut, and soft skin and plush pads of fat as they give into each other. Nai keeps his grip on Vash’s prosthesis, forcing his arm up over his head, and when Nai’s middle finger slides between the struts again, Vash squirms.
“Nai –”
“This has no place here, little brother,” Nai growls, “but I don’t want to hurt you, Vash. You don’t know howe precious you are.”
“I’m not –”
Nai kisses him deeply.
“You’re smart, but you’re stupid. Stop trying to talk about things you don’t understand.” Nai licks over Vash’s mouth, and Vash arches up into him again. “You don’t need this, not now that the greenery is awakening you properly.”
Vash wants to ask what Nai means, but he is being kissed and he feels overwhelmed. When Nai shoves the back of his prosthetic hand into the soil, he doesn’t question it. He doesn’t question the strange tickling, sliding, crawling sensation across his arm, around his arm, between ulna and radius, because he’s too busy matching breaths and heartbeats with his twin. Vash watches the way Nai’s pupils dilate as they get closer and closer together, waiting for that perfect moment he remembers so many times from their childhood, when they could exist in two bodies but perfectly in sync.
Nai cups Vash’s face with both hands, their foreheads touching, white-blond hair blending with messy yellow. Vash smiles at his brother, reaches for him, but he can only stroke one palm down Nai’s cheek.
“N–”
“Don’t struggle. You’ll hurt the little ones.”
“What?”
Vash twists, cranes his neck, and feels a chill of horror slip down his spine when he sees the sproutlings which are growing up through the gap between the shafts of his prosthesis. Their tender leaves unfurl over him, shoots winding around his wrist and up his fingers, thicker roots twisting all down his arm to the elbow, anchoring him to the ground.
“Nai!”
“You can’t leave,” Nai explains, beseeches, pleads. “You’re too important. I need you.”
For some unfathomable reason, the words make perfect sense. Vash takes a deep breath, green flooding his lungs, his pores, chloroplasts. Of course he should stay here with his twin.
“It feels good, doesn’t it, Vash?”
“Mmmm…”
“Eden will always feel good for us. We’re plants. Plants need each other.”
“I’ll always need you,” Vash says dreamily. It’s true, but he’s not sure why he’s saying it. He breathes deeply again, but he feels lightheaded nonetheless.
“You bloom so prettily, little brother. Let me take care of you.”
Vash feels hot all over, sticky, too empty and too full at the same time. He tries to breathe but still feels dizzy, like he’s not getting enough oxygen. Which is impossible, because the air around them tastes fresh and sweet. There is green everywhere, the flora making all the oxygen he needs, but with every breath Vash just feels hotter and more confused.
“Nai…” he whines plaintively.
“Oh, little brother. You’ve never bloomed before.”
Nai leans close over him, lips brushing Vash’s cheek, a thigh sliding between Vash’s own. Vash presses up into Nai’s warmth, even though he’s so hot already, because Nai is – has always been – a reassuring presence, someone Vash can rely on to help him. Solid ground.
“Don’t be scared Vash.” Until Nai told him not to be, Vash wasn’t scared. He clings tight to his twin with his free hand. “Let me help you.”
“Please,” Vash whimpers.
Nai’s smile is proud and sweet, a lovely smile, and Vash shivers with delight that he made his brother smile like that. Nai always looked at him like that, even when they were teasing each other, even when Nai affectionately called him dumb or told him he was ridiculous. Nai never really meant it, because Nai always smiled for Vash, and Vash knew he was special.
Vash’s breath catches in his chest as his brother starts to map his body. Strong, warm hands run from his pinned shoulder down across his chest, smoothing over old wounds and new skin. Vash knows he looks human, but also doesn’t. People have stared, wanting to know why Vash doesn’t have nipples, where his navel is, but Nai doesn’t have questions. He just licks a stripe up the column of Vash’s throat, fingers drifting down between Vash’s thighs to stroke the soft bulge of his bud.
Nai squeezes, tenderly, but the shock of pleasure has Vash flinching, struggling against his bonds. Nai strokes down over the thin, sensitive skin again, and Vash keens between clenched teeth. He feels like he’s going to implode at any minute, because he’s overheated and still can’t breathe properly.
“Do you feel it, little brother? Eden all around us.” Nai strokes the back of one knuckle up and down, over Vash’s swollen bud and across the softness of his tummy before sweeping back again. “Feels good, doesn’t it? You should stay here with me. We’re gonna have so much fun getting your flower to open for me.”
Vash blinks. He feels too warm, and like he should say something more than just, ‘please Nai, I don’t know what to do.’
“But–”
“But what?” Nai croons. “No buts. Just stay here and let me take care of you. I’m the only one who can.”
Vash frowns. He’s sure that’s not right. He’s sure there are other people –
People.
Like a sudden ice bath, Vash shivers all over, shock and anger racing each other for control of his voice and limbs.
“No. I have to go.”
“Go where?” Nai isn’t crooning now. His voice is steely cold, like his knives. “Back to your precious humans?”
“Yes. They need me, Nai.”
Nai snarls.
“And what about what you need, Vash? Are you just going to keep killing yourself for them when they don’t care about you?”
“I have to!” Vash shoots back. He struggles against the sapling which is growing up between and around the struts of his arm. It does not move to release him. “Nai, please–!”
“But I need you,” Nai pleads.
Vash stares at his twin, those same eyes, that same face. He might have always been the crybaby, but now Nai’s eyes are wet with unshed tears. Vash takes a breath – he can reason with his brother – and another wave of heat and dizziness assaults him. He shakes his head, trying to recall what it was he was going to say. But Nai kisses him before he can speak, body rubbing against Vash’s, and it feels really good.
Nai is solid and heavy on top of him, but when he rolls his hips against Vash’s, there is an unfamiliar softness which presses between them. Vash whines into Nai’s mouth. He wants to ask, to get answers from his brother who has somehow always known more than him about everything, but he can’t bear to stop kissing his twin.
He grips Nai’s hip with his free hand, pulling him close, and Nai bites at Vash’s lips and grinds his crotch down over the top of him. He’s soft, fluffy, warm, and Vash whimpers his confusion.
He and his twin are so alike, a beautifully matched pair, but Vash has nothing between his legs but the soft weight of his bud, more swollen now than it has ever been. But Nai has something else.
“Nai–”
Nai growls into his mouth, rutting against him.
“Nai… I wanna see.”
Nai makes a feral, delighted noise, one hand grabbing tight around Vash’s wrist, and Vash feels a tremor run down his arm as his green whorls twist to align themselves with Nai’s own blue. It’s fascinating.
“Vaaashu,” Nai purrs, “yes, let me show you, little brother.” Nai kisses Vash again, then rests his forehead against Vash’s own. “I am so happy you’re finally here, blooming just for me. We will be together always.”
“Nai… you know I can’t stay –” Vash starts, but Nai is still holding his wrist, and then suddenly there is something warm and indescribably soft under Vash’s fingertips.
Whatever he was saying can wait, because when he strokes the cone of fuzz with his palm, Nai shudders bodily, his eyes going dark and half-lidded.
“Nai?”
“It feels so good, Vash.”
“Oh!” Vash strokes again, and Nai groans warm and wet against his lips. “Everyone deserves to feel good, he says sweetly as his brother’s shoulders begin to shake. Vash wraps his hand further around the fluffy shaft which has sprung up from Nai’s opened bud and Nai’s jaw hangs open, eyes falling completely shut. “It’s OK Nai, you can let go too. I’m here.”
“Vash…”
Nai collapses overtop of him all at once, and Vash wishes that he had both arms free so that he could hug his twin. Nai needs a good cuddle like no one Vash has ever known. But Vash’s only free hand is pinned between their bodies, stroking and tickling the warm fluff of his brother’s flower. Nai pants, face pressed into the curve of Vash’s neck, and Vash turns his head to press a kiss to Nai’s temple.
Vash knows he has to go, that he is needed back out in the world, that the journey to get back to his friends will not be easy, but there is a thrill in having his brother – his powerful, wonderful, passionate twin – laid over him like a blanket. He wonders when was the last time Nai got to have any comfort.
“I missed you,” Vash says simply.
Nai ruts into his hand, thighs squeezing and pressing Vash down into the soil, into the greenery around them. Vash takes a breath of the sweet, damp air around them. It should make his head clearer, but it doesn’t.
Instead, he is distracted by his twin shuddering atop him, groaning his name, and the smooth powdery sensation which coats Vash’s hand where he strokes his brother’s flower.
“Nai…?”
Nai sits up, leaning away from him, and Vash is instantly unhappy with the distance. It’s been so long since he had his brother this close. But the moment he reaches for him, Vash ends up staring at his own hand and the fine coating of powdery yellow pollen which covers it.
Nai’s pollen.
The soft bud he’d been feeling is open, split along invisible seams into three thick and fleshy sepals. The inside of Nai’s bud is very, very pink. Jutting from the centre of Nai’s open bud is a thick cone of white fluff, a warmer rosy colour in the centre, and each tiny feathery hair is tipped with yellow. Vash rubs his fingers together, spreading the incredibly smooth texture of the pollen between his fingers. Nai groans at the sight.
“Vaaaashu… you don’t know what you do to me.”
“Nai?”
“So beautiful, little brother. You’re so perfect.” Nai grabs his wrist again, and slaps Vash’s hand over his tummy. Leaving an imprint of Nai’s pollen on Vash’s skin. Vash feels suddenly very, very warm. “I have waited so long for you, Vash. So long.”
“I’m here now,” Vash reassures him softly.
A moment later he is horrified with himself. What happened to leaving? To getting out and helping his friends? To protecting everyone from the destruction his twin will rain down on the human race the first chance he gets?
But then Nai rolls his hips again, the flower between his thighs quivering, and Vash’s vision swims. He’s so warm still. It’s so hard to concentrate with all the greenery around them turning the air into a pheromone-rich mist. Vash feels likes he’s drinking it more than breathing.
And the drag of Nai’s body against his is wonderful, intoxicating, amazing. Vash’s skin lights up everywhere they touch, and the coiling green patterns echo the shape of the handprint Nai placed on his tummy. Nai rocks his hips, hands braced on Vash’s ribcage, and Vash feels like he is going to explode. His bud throbs, a tight, swollen feeling deep in his belly. He arches his spine, head rolling back into the soil.
It feels amazing, but he doesn’t understand what’s happening, or what he should do, and there is a nagging feeling at the back of his mind which tells him he shouldn’t be doing this.
Nai’s fingers skate up over his chest and Vash keens as two digits hook into his open mouth. He moans.
“My sweet little Vaaashu,” Nai croons. “I know you want it, I do. But you’re not ready yet. You cannot properly bloom while those useless humans still hold you in their sway.”
Vash blinks up at him, vision hazy. Why is his vision hazy? When did he lose his glasses? Nai strokes his jaw, his cheek. Vash wants to kiss him again. He arches up off the soil, still anchored by Nai’s weight over his thighs and the clusters of sproutlings binding his prosthesis.
Nai’s fingers slip from his mouth, and he traces a wet line down Vash’s chin and along the sensitive flesh under his jaw.
“So close, baby brother.”
Nai is right there, his lips mere microns away, and Vash tears himself up and away from the shrubs and seedlings and vines growing all around them and crashes into his twin. Nai weaves strong fingers into his hair, pulling him close, melding their mouth together until Vash’s universe is nothing but the shape and sensation of Nai’s tongue stroking his, his twin’s lips sliding and pressing over his own, their bodies wrapping around each other so tight that nothing can come between them. Vash can taste his brother’s longing, and he knows he himself is no less desperate.
And then Nai’s sharp, clever fingers find the second piece of bark-like scar tissue, and he rips it from Vash’s side.
Vash screams. Screams into his brother’s mouth, bites at Nai’s lip and tastes blood which is sticky-sweet like the sap of a tree. He tries to yank his brother’s hand free of the gaping wound in his side but he can’t feel his left hand and Nai is holding tight to his other wrist.
“Breathe, little brother.”
“We’re twins,” Vash grits out. It’s easy to fall back on be petty when in pain. “I’m not little.”
“Shhh…” Nai nuzzles into the crook of Vash’s neck again and Vash hates that he likes it. It feels sweetly familiar. “It’ll be alright, Vash. You can heal now.”
Vash tries to draw breath, grits his teeth, tries again. He hurts like being stabbed, like Nai’s many blades are trying to rip him asunder. He’s hot, dizzy, in pain, and he’s kissing his brother because Nai is here and despite everything, Vash misses him. Nai sinks into the kiss, pressing his body close over Vash’s, rubbing his flower against the swell of Vash’s bud.
Vash groans.
“That’s it, Vash, bloom for me.” Nai’s voice is low and sultry in his ear, and Vash shouldn’t like it. “Your pollen will be so potent, I know it.”
Vash shakes his head, tries to hold Nai’s face to look at him, and brushes his brother’s cheek with the soft, scarred residual stump of his left arm. An arm without a prosthesis. An arm without a plate fixed to bones and flesh and nerve ending so he can even use his prosthesis. Vash opens his mouth – to shout, to scream, to give voice to the perplexed rage bubbling up inside him – but Nai turns his face and kisses the tender skin, pale lashes fanning across his cheek.
“My beautiful, perfect brother,” Nai purrs. “You are free now.”
“Nai–” Vash realises that he doesn’t sound angry, his voice cracking on his brother’s name. Hot tears spill down his cheeks and he doesn’t know why.
Nai pulls him up, out of the soil, and holds him tight. Their legs tangle as he wraps both arms around Vash and hugs him as closely as he can.
“You are healed, Vash.” Nai sounds close to tears himself, though Vash has never seen his twin do anything so human as cry. “Plants need each other.”
Vash blinks, trying to remember why he was fighting with Nai, why they ended up here. It feels important. It feels far away.
“You need me?”
“Oh, Vash…” Nai drapes himself over Vash’s front, and then they are back in the soil, the greenery closing around them, myriad leaves and fronds brushing over their bodies. All the touching makes Vash shiver. “Of course I need you.”
Vash kisses Nai likes he’s hungry, groans as his twin rolls his hips again, pressing the soft shaft of his flower against Vash’s bud. Vash aches somewhere deep inside in a way which is entirely unfamiliar. Vash turns his head, blinks at the nearest sproutling with its neat, bright leaves, and sees his cracked glasses glinting just beyond.
He was supposed to–
Vash sits up suddenly, or tries to, but Nai is rubbing against him. The air is heavy and thick, and Vash feels dizzy again, so he lies down again.
“Stay here with me,” Nai purrs. “Let us grow Eden together.”
Vash frowns. Trying to think makes his head hurt.
“No. No, I have to go- I have to–” He tries to breathe deeper. He feels hot, queasy, confused. His tummy cramps, and makes a noise. “Nai… what’s happening?”
Nai blinks at him, and then he laughs. It’s this soft, sweet little chuckle, like Vash’s distress is funny. Vash wants to hit him, knowing he won’t; he hates hurting his twin, and anyway, he feels too weak and sluggish.
“I forgot that you only know how to eat like a human,” Nai chuckles, “that’s why you haven’t flowered yet.” He strokes down Vash’s chest, their patterns aligning in real-time as they touch. “Your body remembers, but your head is stupid.”
“Nai…” Vash complains. His twin always was the cryptic sort, even when they were kids.
“It’s OK, little brother. I know what to do to make you bloom.” Nai strokes the pads of his fingers along Vash’s throat, and Vash whimpers. “Thirsty boy.”
“Huh?” Vash blinks. Why is he so dizzy? So confused? So warm? Everything feels strange, and his insides feel squirmy.
“Just lie back, Vashu.” Nai uses both hands to press Vash’s shoulders into the rich loam. “My perfect, beautiful brother.”
Vash blushes at the compliment, but he can’t tear his eyes away, because Nai looms over him, thighs straddling him, squeezing around his ribs. Vash stares, his remaining hand trailing up his brother’s hip, as Nai’s knee comes to rest beside his head.
“Nai…?”
“Drink.”
“What?”
Nai slides a hand down the fuzzy length of his flower-shaft, pressing in up towards his belly. Vash’s eyes go wide, because at the base, he sees the trio of sepals laid out flat against Nai’s skin, but there, in the deepest part of his brother’s blooming bud, is an opening. Vash’s throat clicks when he swallows, mouth suddenly parched.
“Plants need each other, Vash. You need nectar if you’re ever going to bloom properly.”
“But I–” Vash has no idea what he’s supposed to say. He can’t look away, fixated on the soft pulse and clench of swollen, tender flesh, slick and shiny. Nai’s chest heaves with breath above him, like it takes all his effort to wait there until Vash opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue.
“Oh, Vashu…”
Nai’s fingers weave into his hair, clenching into a tight, painful fist. Vash doesn’t mind, just tilts his head and hangs his jaw, because it’s Nai, and giving in to Nai just feels so right. Nai moans, his other fingers sliding from his pollen coated flower to his sepals, and Vash whines at the sight of his brother spreading himself open.
A shiny golden drop of nectar rolls along the edge of his opening, and Nai sighs in relief as he watches it drip onto Vash’s waiting tongue.
“So perfect, little brother.”
Vash moans. Nai tastes amazing, like the memory of sunlight, and instantly he wants–
“More,” Vash begs, “Nai, please–!”
“Shhh…” Nai strokes through his fringe, his hold gentling. “Don’t worry, Vashu… we’ll get you nice and full so you can bloom properly.”
Vash feels squirmy, like he should not be listening to his brother saying those things to him, but his head swims, and another bead of nectar is waiting, tantalising, and Vash whimpers. Nai spreads his sepals wider, fingers shiny with nectar, and Vash arches up to meet him.
He gets in one good lick, conforming his tongue to the shape of Nai’s opening, and then Nai pulls his hair again, knocking Vash’s skull back into the soil.
“Naaaaai–!”
Nai smiles, eyes dark behind his lashes, pride flooding his cheeks.
“Pretty desperate, baby brother,” Nai goads softly, and then his thighs are relaxing, knees sinking into the loamy soil, and Vash doesn’t have to strain to reach him.
Nai’s flower rubs the tip of his nose, and then he is being engulfed in the heavenly aroma of Nai’s nectary. Vash whines at the same time that Nai moans, pushing his tongue up between Nai’s fingers and his sepals, dipping into the slick folds inside his twin, throat working to drink him down. Nai purrs and groans, rolling his hips. His fingers scratch through Vash’s hair, tilting jaw face up until the position is perfect.
“That’s it, Vash. Good boy.” Nai’s free hand skates down Vash’s ribs, smoothing over his tummy, until he reaches the hot, swollen flesh of Vash’s bud. “Just a little more, baby brother.” Nai flicks at his bud, and Vash moans at the frisson on pleasure and pain which has him digging his fingers into the soil. “Drink deep.”
Vash opens his eyes – he’s not sure when he closed them – and tries to look up at his twin. Nai is glorious, a resplendent vision of soft blue and pink-flushed cheeks. His flower shivers, a mist of yellow pollen hanging in the air between them and clinging to Vash’s eyelashes. Nai bites his lip, grinding himself against Vash’s mouth, and Vash shivers. He swallows and swallows and laps at Nai’s opening and licks as deep inside his brother as he can.
The inside of Nai isn’t smooth. He’s ridged, and Vash laps up his nectar like waves on the beach, intoxicated as he tries to memorise each of his twin’s ripples. Vash reaches for Nai, pressing his palm over his brother’s heart, letting their patterns align, and breathes with his twin.
The air is clear and sweet. Each breath comes easy. Vash’s whole body quivers with energy, but he feels calm. His skin glows green, the light around them pulsing softly, and Vash groans.
Nai drags his fingertips across Vash’s bud again, and Vash kicks out, digging his heel into the ground as hot liquid pleasure pours down his spine.
“Pretty little brother… are you ready now?”
“Hnnngh–” Vash moans against the base of his brother’s flower, licking deep into his nectary. “Nai…”
“I’m going to love watching you bloom, Vash,” Nai purrs. “But I want to be able to see it.”
Nai gets off him, and Vash wants to cry. But Nai pauses, a hand wrapped around his flower, and Vash moans as his twin spreads pollen all over his face. The pollen sticks to Nai’s nectar and stains Vash’s skin. Tacky yellow fingers trail down Vash’s throat, squeeze for a moment right under his jaw, and Vash moans.
“Such a mess,” Nai gloats, and bends down to kiss him.
Vash wants to sink into the kiss, but his skin feels electric, and he’s hyper-aware of the trace of pollen and nectar Nai leaves all down his front. It’s distracting. The bud between his loins pulses and throbs and Vash can’t focus on something as simple as kissing his brother back.
“Naaaaaiii…” Vash whines.
“Greedy.”
“Don’t tease.”
Nai arches an eyebrow at him.
“Don’t pout, little brother.”
Just to be obnoxious, Vash juts his lower lip out even further.
Nai bites it.
“You’re such a menace!” Nai snaps.
“But you love that about me!” Vash replies happily.
“Yes,” Nai’s voice goes soft at the edges, mossy. “I do.”
Nai sinks back down to kiss him, and Vash sighs and relishes in the weight of his brother over him, the languid heat which rolls through his body every time they slide against each other. He can kiss Nai and breathe without bothering with his airways, his patterns pulsing as oxygen seeps into every cell. It’s heaven. Nai tries to pull away, and Vash clings tight, one arm around his waist. Nai leans up on his elbows and arches an eyebrow at him.
“Clingy.”
“I missed you,” Vash mumbles against his brother’s chest.
“I wasn’t the one who made you leave, Vash.”
Vash swallows the half-formed words in his throat, eyes stinging hotly. He shakes his head, because he does not want to relive what happened all those years ago. He doesn’t want to think about being separated from Nai for so long.
“I shouldn’t have indulged you so much,” Nai says heavily. “All your little fancies and foibles… look where they got us.”
“I’m sorry,” Vash sobs.
Nai runs a hand down his front, stroking the skin over his ribs which is now smooth.
“At least I was able to fix some of the damage,” Nai croons. “We’re not supposed to be apart, you and I.”
“I know.” Vash screws his eyes shut, willing his tears not to fall. “I know that now.”
Nai sighs heavily.
“I’m just lining up to get my heart broken again when you leave.”
“Nai!”
Nai rolls his hips, grinding down against Vash’s bud and the shock makes Vash cry out.
“You were the one begging to leave, little brother,” Nai snaps bitterly. “Isn’t that what you want?”
“No–!” Vash hates himself the moment he says it. He can’t lie to Nai, but he’s not wholly lying. “I know I should go… but I want to stay. I want to be with you.”
“You– really?”
“Nai… of course.”
Nai’s eyes burn brightly as he presses his forehead to Vash’s, his smile sharp at the corners, his patterns pulsing and hot to the touch. When he rocks his hips again, Vash almost screams in pleasure and frustration.
“Well then, why don’t we grow Eden together?”
“Yes, Nai... yesyes–”
Vash lets himself cry as Nai kisses and nips a trail down his body towards the overheated centre of his bud. He tightens his fingers in his twin’s hair, clinging rather than controlling, and sobs as Nai mouths over his bud, finding the edges of his sepals and beginning to tease at those thin divots. Vash has no idea what will happen when he flowers, but he’s going to find out. And as long as he can keep Nai here, in Eden, with him, then everyone else will be safe.
If Vash gives himself to Nai, then Nai won’t care about the humans any more.
Vash thinks about his friends, the lives they’ll lead without him, but free from the ever-present threat of Nai’s violence, and then gives himself up for lost.
Nai’s hands wrap around his thighs, spreading them wide. Vash bites his lip and looks at his brother, but has to look away quickly. He feels so exposed. Nai groans proudly, but Vash presses his face into his own bicep with his arm curled over his head.
“You’re gorgeous, baby brother,” Nai murmurs softly.
“Naaaaaai–”
Nai retaliates by dragging his tongue along the join between Vash’s thigh and his hip. Vash whimpers.
“Oh, oh look at that,” Nai sighs happily. “You’re ready, Vash. Such a pretty flower.”
Nai licks his bud again, right along the edge of one sepal, and just as Vash thinks he might completely lose his mind with the intense pleasure of it, the pressure breaks.
Vash takes a breath, feels light and nutrients sweeping into his pores, and sighs into the sensation of rain after a lifetime – several lifetimes – of dry desert heat. Nai’s breath is warm and wet across his skin, and Vash exhales in unison with his twin.
“Oh Vashu…” Nai purrs. “Exquisite.”
Vash reaches for his brother, forgetting for a moment that he doesn’t have a left arm.
“Nai–” he demands, waiting for his twin to meet his eyes before continuing. “Come here and kiss me.”
Nai’s smile is a thing of delight and joy, and Vash sighs at the relief which washes through him at the sight. His twin is happy, contented, and they are together and safe. Nothing else matters.
Nai moans hungrily into his mouth, hands moving to squeeze at Vash’s hips. Vash closes his eyes, because it’s easier to ignore quite how hot he is that way. It doesn’t seem to deter his twin though, and Nai licks the sweat off Vash’s throat and purrs.
“So sweet, little brother. But I’ll bet your nectar tastes even better.”
Nai’s hand drags down over his tummy. Vash quivers. Everything feels so different now, but it’s scary. He breathes as his brother starts to touch him, and his head is clear, his thoughts calm, and Vash smiles as he feels the gentle hum of the million sproutlings which surround them. The flora whispers with their leaves, the soil vibrating with innumerable messages which flow between root systems. Vash’s hand slips from Nai’s shoulder and he digs his fingers into the loam.
“The shrubs are speaking to me.”
Nai chuckles, but it’s sweet, indulgent. He curls his fingers, their tips sliding into Vash’s body, and Vash relaxes deeper into his loamy bed.
“Of course they are, baby brother. You are the most beautiful plant to ever bloom.”
Vash blushes, because relaxed or not, Nai’s praise is so genuine that it makes Vash want to cry.
“You don’t want to look, Vash? Never mind, I’ll look for us both. You’re gorgeous. So pretty and pink inside.” Nai shifts, and Vash feels the way his flower quivers in pleasure, even though his shaft is untouched. “And opening for me so perfectly.” Nai strokes something inside him which makes Vash moan loudly. “Does it feel good Vashu? Tell me.”
“Nnnnn- Nai!”
Vash shakes his head, turning to nuzzle into the crowded leaves of the nearest shrubbery. A vine tickles his cheek. Nai does something with his fingers, something deep inside part of Vash he didn’t even know had an inside, and the whole concept of words and speaking becomes completely inaccessible.
“Oh, pretty flower. You’re so desperate for me.”
“Naaaaai…” Vash whines. It’s the only sound he knows how to make.
And it seems to work, because Nai’s weight settles over him, warm and heavy and perfectly in synch. Their patterns throb and pulse in perfect unison, and Vash can tell without looking at them, that the whorls and tracks of his and Nai’s markings flow from one to the other seamlessly.
“Look, baby brother. Look at us.”
Vash opens his eyes, but it’s hard to tear his gaze away from Nai’s pale gaze. It feels like forever since his twin looked at him like that, and Vash doesn’t ever want to go back to whatever happened between them since then. He wraps his fingers into Nai’s silken hair and crashes their mouths together.
Nai moans, his whole body thrumming with it, and when he rolls his hips, Vash matches him perfectly. Nai’s pollen laden shaft drags along the quivering length of Vash’s pale, fluffy flower, and Vash sighs into the kiss. Never can he remember feeling so safe, not even when they were children. Nai covers him, there is good, rich soil at his back, and the air tastes divine. Vash smiles to himself, licking at Nai’s tongue as his twin presses into his mouth, and lets himself drift in a happy cloud of sensation and pleasure.
He matches his twin thrust for thrust until Nai grabs his hips and pins him to the loam. Vash smiles, gazing up at Nai’s face as his brother pants and shakes, staring down at their flowers rubbing together. Vash feels hazy, happy, peaceful. It feels good, but not desperately so, not like when he was drinking Nai’s nectar like a plant in danger of desiccation. Vash feels like he could do this forever.
“How does it feel, Vash?”
“Nice,” Vash sighs.
Nai gapes at him, hips stilling.
“Nice? Nice? Fuck- we can do better than ‘nice’ little brother.”
“But–” Vash doesn’t know how to explain that watching Nai lose himself in pleasure is really good for him. Nai is in his element, because his element is greenery and pleasure and Vash, and Vash has missed seeing Nai happy.
“If we’re going to grow Eden together, baby brother, then ‘nice’ isn’t enough.” Nai shifts his weight, kneels up properly, and Vash whines, hating the sudden lack of contact. But Nai’s big hands smooth along his sides, grounding Vash once more. “I’m going to cover you in my pollen, Vashu.”
That’s what makes Vash look down finally, because he remembers being pretty much covered with his brother’s pollen already. The sight of the two of them together – matching soft flower shafts, both flushed from loins to sepals, their thighs shiny with slick nectar – has Vash’s breath catching in his chest.
Nai rolls his hips, dragging the length of his flower along the soft folds of Vash’s opening, and Vash moans as sight and sensation align themselves.
“Feels good?”
“Nnnnnnai–!”
“Good,” Nai croons. “Gonna get you so wet, little brother. Fuck you nice and deep, grow Eden together.”
“H-how?” Vash gasps. It’s not even that he cares, it’s just that Nai’s voice is doing things to him when his brother’s tone gets all low and gravelly like that.
“Like this.”
Nai grabs his wrist, but the force isn’t really necessary, because Vash moans as he wraps his fingers around his brother’s flower, fondling the soft fuzz, rubbing the silky-textured pollen between his fingers. Nai shudders above him, panting, and Vash wriggles in delight at being able to affect him so. Nai wraps both hands around Vash’s hips, hauling him into his lap, and Vash whines at the stretch as his thighs drape open over Nai. But Nai just chuffs proudly.
“Pretty flower. Here, let me tell you all about pollination, little brother. The birds and bees are nothing compared to us.”
“Nai…” Vash complains, because he’s stroking Nai’s flower and Nai should not be talking like they are in school.
“Pretty flowers hold sweet nectar,” Nai says in a honeyed tone. “And yours is the prettiest flower.”
Nai’s fingers slide back into him without resistance, but this time Nai presses in deep, deeper than before, and Vash gasps at the feeling of being full. Nai rocks his hand, thrusting, delving, the pads of his fingers rubbing over ridges just like the ones Vash was so keen to lick. Vash pants, fingers squeezing tight around Nai’s flower because he wants to keep his brother as close as he can.
When Nai withdraws, Vash snaps his teeth instead of whining.
“Needy,” Nai teases. “Look, little brother. Learn something.”
Vash only turns his head because Nai’s free hand is in his hair, directing his attention. So he watches.
He watches as Nai hovers sticky, shiny fingers beside them over the rich, dark soil. Between blinks he realises that’s his nectar. Light glints as the nectar beads, flows, and Vash feels the drip when it falls to the soil. He stares.
Part of him, but over there. And he can feel it, because the soil is alive, the greenery around them in breathing, and they’re all connected. Vash aches somewhere in his loins, his belly a molten mass of pleasure and wonder, and Nai pets soothing across his open nectary.
“Don’t worry, little brother, I’m not going anywhere. Here, give me your hand.”
Vash does – and why would he not, when Nai has never steered him wrong before – and feels like giggling when Nai takes his wrist and shakes Vash’s hand back and forth. A little cloud of pollen – Nai’s pollen – drifts from his fingers.
A pollen grain, tiny, yellow, unassuming, swirls in the air and lands on the shiny drip of Vash’s nectar. It clings there, supported by surface tension, and then Vash watches as the surface dimples and the pollen grain in enclosed completely by the thick, rich nectar. He blinks.
The nectar grows, shifts, moves. The dot becomes a seed, the seed breaks open, a shoot appears, thickens, fattens. Another shoot, this one twisting downwards, tiny hairs creping from it into the soil; a root. A lead unfurls, tiny and perfect.
Vash can feel the sproutling, taste the messages in sends out under the ground, and he warms towards the tender little vine.
“We grew it together,” he whispers, and Nai turns Vash’s face to meet his gaze, and kisses him hard.
“Let me grow Eden with you, little brother,” Nai purrs. “We’ll make it so beautiful.”
Vash reaches out, brushes pollen along the edge of the new vine’s leaves, and smiles. The vine likes him, he can tell.
“Does it work with my pollen too?”
Nai yanks Vash further into his lap, and Vash groans at the feeling of his sepals being spread wide, the entrance to his nectary forced open by the tip of Nai’s flower shaft. Nai wraps a free hand around Vash’s flower, and Vash whimpers.
“Why don’t we find out?”
Nai is beautiful above him, glowing blue and shining like he’s the sun itself. Vash feels deliciously warm, completely safe, perfectly adored. Nai groans as he fucks into him, each pollen coated strand of fluff dragging through Vash’s nectar. When he pulls back, he is sticky, and soon Vash’s thighs are sticky, and every time Vash reaches for his twin, he leaves dusty yellow fingerprints of pollen all over them both. Nai pulls up Vash’s thigh, lays it over his chest, but he’s too far away to kiss. So Vash yanks his brother down, folds himself in half, and wails into Nai’s mouth as Nai ploughs into him.
“How does it feel now?” Nai asks him, but Vash can only gasp brokenly against his lips in reply. Nai smirks. “That’s it Vashu, so perfect.”
“N- N- N…” is all that Vash can manage.
“Just me and you in Eden, baby brother,” Nai growls. “We can do this forever.”
Vash squeezes his twin, clenches muscles he didn’t know he hand and holds Nai tight against him, inside him, as pleasure builds in his core. Nai is panting, condensation beading along his shoulders and across his chest, glinting in the light. Nai breathes in what Vash exhales, and Vash drinks down the oxygen his brother feeds him like a starving man.
He feels hot, full, amazing.
Nai wraps sticky fingers around Vash’s flower and Vash has no willpower left to resist at all. He tumbles over into his orgasm with his brother’s name on his lips, fingers clutching at the back of Nai’s neck to keep his brother close as his flower swells and blooms ever further, every fluffy strand stiffening for a moment as he comes.
His pollen puffs out in a cloud, golden yellow, powdery and fine. It hangs in the air around them swirling on the eddies of their breath, clinging where it settles on glistening skin and damp hair.
Nai’s pale blond hair in the same colour as Vash’s, and Vash giggles. Nai glares at him.
“Could you not laugh at me while I’m still fucking you, little brother?”
“But Nai,” Vash entreats, “now you look like me.”
Nai groans into his mouth, hips stuttering for a moment before he thrusts in deep and grinds his flower shaft inside Vash’s nectary. Vash throws back his head and whines.
“Sensitive?” Nai gloats, like he knows.
Vash claws at his twin, and Nai licks and nips at his fingers in retaliation.
With the next thrust, Vash quivers, every nerve alight, but he doesn’t want his brother to leave him. He wants Nai inside him, deeper, more, whatever that means.
Vash wraps both legs around Nai’s hips, anchoring his twin in place, and Nai gasps and grunts, eyes going unfocused and dark.
“Nai…” Vash begs, and Nai snarls, and kisses him.
Nai comes with a last, bone-shaking smack of his hips, and Vash feels the way his brother’s flower swells and stiffens, each frond pulsing with pollen which clings and smears inside him. Nai pants, fighting for breath, chest heaving and patterns throbbing along with Vash’s racing heart. Around them, the greenery rustles, new flora sinking their roots into the soil from every drop of nectar and pollen, each joining the silent song of life.
Vash smiles, woozy, and then a trickle of warm wetness drips and slides down his thigh.
“Nai?”
“Hnnngh- ha- ungh… it’s not like you’re the only one having fun Vash,” Nai half-moans, half-mumbles.
Vash bites his lip, but Nai kisses him again. He works his hand down between their interlocked thighs, lets Nai swallow the moan he makes when his fingers brush against his own spent flower, and then passes the place where they are joined together to slide past Nai’s open sepals to tuch the opening of his nectary.
Nai groans.
“You’re so wet, Nai.”
“Coming from you…” Nai leans up on one elbow and smirks. “I love you, Vash.”
Vash purrs, sinking into the soil. He knew that, he always has, but hearing it makes him feel giddy and soft. The movement pulls them apart from each other as Vash relaxes, legs unwinding, and Nai eases himself from Vash’s body, settling close beside him.
Vash watches as his brother strokes a hand over the nearest stand of grasses and leafy vines. All the flora preen under his touch. Vash pouts.
“Jealous, baby brother?”
“No,” Vash lies.
“Don’t worry Vashu, I will pet you too.”
Nai does as he promised, and Vash finds himself drifting in a happy haze of sleepy satisfaction as his brother strokes warmly down his front. Each time he touches Vash’s flower, Vash shivers, but when Nai slips his fingers down to Vash’s nectary, Vash groans. He feels loose and warm and wonderful, and Nai’s skin tastes amazing as Vash nuzzles into his brother’s chest and shoulder.
After a moment, Vash feels wetness trailing from his brother’s fingers across his skin. He blinks, gazing down at himself, watching as Nai marks his tummy with swirls and dots of nectar, drawing a pattern through the yellow mist of pollen which has settled over Vash’s skin. It’s kind of pretty, symmetrical, heart shaped… Vash’s skin feels hot and tingly.
“What are you doing?” Vash asks, still woozy from the force of his orgasm.
“Shhh little brother,” Nai murmurs softly. “I’m working.”
Vash yawns, his eyelids feel heavy. His everywhere feels heavy, especially where Nai is drawing symbols on his lower belly, right above his crotch. Vash wonders if he’ll get a better answer out of his brother when he wakes up.
“Sleepy,” he mumbles.
“Rest then,” Nai purrs, pressing a kiss into his hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Promise?” Vash is sure there’s a reason it is important to make sure Nai stays here with him, but he can’t remember what it is.
Nai leans in close, kissing Vash’s forehead. Vash sighs happily.
“Promise.”
Vash snuggles closer into his brother’s side.
“Playing with flowers is fun,” he mumbles, and falls asleep.
Nai looks down at the shape of his sleeping twin, his bud shrinking and furling in on itself now that he is sated, the pollen coated fertility symbol drawn in nectar on his belly, and grins.
Flowers are fun.