[There's something that he and Wolfwood have in common, Vash has learned. For him, it was a matter of keeping people at arm's length. If getting close to him was a recipe for disaster, then he'd never once try to use their names. There were only a few exceptions to that list. Wolfwood had long been one of them — and that had only grown more true as he'd shifted to a first name basis.
And while Nick might have had his own reasons, it had never been lost on Vash that he deliberately used nicknames in the place of actually addressing someone. It was just another one of the myriad ways he and Wolfwood had proven to be two halves of a broken whole. But that barrier had long since fallen away for them. Now, they were more than accidental comrades, or anything like that.
They were friends. Lovers. Perhaps something more. And nothing made that more clear than the fact that Wolfwood willingly called him by name. More than anything he'd felt that night, the mouth against his skin, the fullness he feels now, that fact is what threatens to throw him over the edge.
But he's been out of the moment for far too long. He focuses in just as Wolfwood pulls out, leaving him to briefly wonder if he's fucked up. But no, his cock slides back in just as quick, filling him once more with that indescribable fullness. His body arches upward immediately, a keening noise leaving him as the waves of pleasure ripple through him. The hand against Wolfwood's back tightens, biting at the skin just enough to leave dents in it.]
Yeah, Yeah, Nick. Just like that.
[It's a bit disappointing, how close they both already are. Trying to draw it out much longer would be a fools errand, but he hopes Wolfwood will try anyway. Anything to have just a few extra seconds with him.]
[You'd better believe he's going to damn well try. He's not going to stop just at one measly thrust of his hips. Hell, he isn't going to want to stop after just one orgasm. Vash has shown his proclivity for getting it up again pretty much instantly, which leads Wolfwood to believe he has stamina befitting someone who is nonhuman. Meaning...their only limitation here, probably, is how long Wolfwood can last and, well.
Wolfwood isn't exactly a normal human himself. Superhuman, in essence. And he's decided that unless Vash protests, he's going to keep going until one or the other of them can't go any more.
Vash's gentle praise only serves to spur him on further. He can feel his own cock leaping deep inside Vash, equal parts begging for stimulus as much as release, yet he's forcing himself to restrain it, if only for just a few moments more. Please, he just wants...to be like this with Vash for a bit longer.
His movements are jerky. Sloppy, and uncoordinated. It takes a little bit for him to find his rhythm, his thighs quaking as each errant twitch sends shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. There's a moan of Vash's name on his lips, reverent and low, as he rolls his hips and rocks back into him again. Soon, that tenuous movement becomes a proper rhythm, slow and languid and purposeful. And...for as much as he kept imagining that he would fuck Vash into a smear on the mattress in a way that was rough and punishing, he's...not doing that.
As corny as it sounds, they're not just having sex. They're making love. And it makes Wolfwood's chest ache as he envelops Vash with his body, this time seeking to kiss his lips like before as he moves.
His friend. His lover. Boyfriend. Vice.
There's irony in a man doomed to hell falling in love with an angel.]
[Over the course of 150 years, Vash has met with a great many souls. He's made connections, some more literally than others. He's felt the minds of his sisters, fused with them in an attempt to heal their wounds. There have been people who have invited him into their home, broken bread with him, shared a drink.
And yet across those many, many decades, Vash has never felt a connection like this. He's never felt so known, so welcome, so loved, at least not in this capacity. He's had family and friends, but never a partner. Never another part of his soul. It's the exact sort of dribble that he knows Wolfwood would roll his eyes at, but in the privacy of his own mind, he can think as much.
In that same vein, he can't help but wonder if he actually deserves the croon of his name, even as he selfishly drinks down that kiss. Even as his hips rise to meet each thrust, filling the air around them with a carnal sound. Wolfwood treats him like an angel, some divine thing. He's used to being seen as divinity in an abstract sense, thanks to the gospel of the plant worshippers. But even as he thinks it, he knows that whatever they've cobbled together is different.
It's mutual. Because even as Wolfwood sings Vash's praises, the opposite has happened. This is a holy man above him, and every moan feels like a confession. Every embrace feels like salvation.]
Nick - [His chest feels tight, in the same way the heat in his abdomen feels like it's about to explode outward. Of course he'd be the type of person to tear up in bed. He can already hear the grumbling but -] Thank you. Thank you.
[Over the course of a century, home has become much more abstract. Until tonight.]
[If Wolfwood could possibly hear Vash's thoughts, he would be comically gagging at what he's thinking. It's all incredibly sappy and sincere in a way that he seems to reject. That sort of thing isn't his style. It isn't the way he chooses to live. If he were this sentimental all the time, he would have been killed long before he ever woke up in this world.
But that's just it, really. In spite of all of Wolfwood's posturing, every time he claims to be above it all, the reality is that this is what he craves. In a perfect world, their lives would be peaceful and idyllic. They would be able to simply live without worry of strife, and could be together without the looming shadow of what new disaster tomorrow is going to bring. Wolfwood would be able to grow old with Vash knowing that everything he'd done in his life had been worth it, since it lead up to this moment right here.
They still have work to do, back home. Far be it from them to think that this could be their happily ever after when the planet remains locked in a perpetual battle that Vash has found himself right at the center of, with Wolfwood bringing up the rear. Even here, it lingers in the back of his mind, leaving him to wonder what the point of all of this must be. Why allow it to happen, knowing that it could be torn away at any moment?
It's because...he thinks, he's realized that this- too- is worth fighting for. The way he feels when he's with Vash, like this. It's not unlike the love in his heart he clings to when he thinks of Hopeland. Livio. Things and people he would gladly throw away his life for. Vash...he's become something precious to Wolfwood, someone that completes him in a way he never thought could be possible for someone so fundamentally broken. While part of him can't help but push back against the notion that something like this relationship could be at all on the same level as the things he's spent his whole life trying to protect, the fact remains that there's no going back from this point onward.
Vash thanks him. He thanks him, and then stutters out an apology.
Wolfwood, in contrast, breathes out a softly amused huff as he brings Vash a bit closer to himself, his lips still grazing the corner of his mouth as he suddenly picks up the pace. Those slow, languid thrusts suddenly turn quicker, rapid pistoning of his hips that press Vash into the mattress underneath, as if trying to eke out just that much more contact before the two of them need a break.]
Shut up. [It couldn't be said more fondly, his voice thick with arousal as he whispers it against Vash's ear.] Don't apologize. Just- ah...feel it. Enjoy it.
[He hits Vash in a particularly good way between words, keening a sound into his ear that Vash has likely never heard the man make before, reserved only for him.]
[Shut up he says, and Vash does the exact opposite. He sputters out his laughter, delighted and boyish. It's the only noise he can think to make when the rest of him feels so overwhelmed. Even the tone he takes, thick with his enjoyment together, thrills him to the very core.
The pace increases, and Vash's own hips stutter in their efforts to meet Wolfwood. He falters, and falls back into the mattress, toes curling into the fabric of the sheets. Surely, surely he can be forgiven for simply taking it in these last few minutes. His fingers do clutch at Wolfwood's back, or tug at his hair. And of course he sings the man his praises.
The heat grows. It grows until he thinks it might consume him, immolate the both of them until there's nothing left.]
Fuck - Nick. Nick please -
[And then it's too much. It bursts, a racing wildfire that leaves him gasping at first, then outright sobbing onto Wolfwood's shoulder. His cock, for a mercy, does not grip tight against his partner, nor does it make the same horrid mess before. The rest of him does not grant that same mercy, all but drenching Wolfwood and their connected thighs with that sticky, sappy mess.
Their new bed may or may not be ruined. Vash doesn't give a damn. He's too busy whimpering into Wolfwood's skin, tears spilling down and mixing with the sweat they've both accumulated.]
[Wolfwood wishes he had something more eloquent to say, but that's just the type of guy he is. Better with actions than words. Every time Vash starts to laugh while they're doing this, he feels like his heart is going to explode out of his chest. It's like he's experiencing something genuinely exciting, a real, human connection that transcends anything he's felt before. And, really...it's the same for Wolfwood, too.
It's not rare to sleep with someone. It is rare to feel like you've truly connected. It's a feeling he doesn't want to take for granted, just as much as he can't help but lament the fact that it's ending so soon.
But...they have time here, don't they? All of a sudden, they have all of the time in the world.
Just as Vash can't hold on for much longer, Wolfwood is feeling his body give out on him. He hasn't peaked at all yet, so it's a miracle he didn't bust the second he slipped inside Vash. He thinks it might be because he's so laser focused on him and wanting him to feel good that it's hard to feel too selfish in that regard, even if his very chest burns with desire and need all at the same time. And in those last few moments, he doesn't care that Vash lays back and simply takes what he's being given. It means that Wolfwood can focus all of his efforts on making Vash feel good, angling his hips just right so it hits him in the deepest, most sensitive places he has. Choking on a moan when he feels the way Vash's length curls around his own at the base, squeezing gently, encouraging. The two of them become a chorus of nonsense sounds and moaning, of stuttering each others' names in ecstasy.
Then, just when Wolfwood is certain he isn't going to be able to take any more, Vash snaps, his whole body rocking into him like a coiled spring suddenly released. He can feel it as he cums, the way he soaks him with his release, and if it weren't for Vash holding onto him so tightly, he might be afraid he'd slip right out. Thankfully, there's no possibility of that. Not when Wolfwood buries himself to the hilt and catches his teeth along the side of Vash's neck, his back arching and every muscle in his shoulders tensing as he- finally- feels his own orgasm race like lightning through his entire body.]
Vash...Vash-ah--!
[He does not even think about trying to pull out. He doesn't...ponder, if that could be a problem, or what it could mean, or anything. He stays as deep as he can get and he fills Vash with everything he has, his body pumping into him rhythmically in echo to the way Vash's own body convulses and tightens around him. All the while, Wolfwood too is whispering Vash's name like a prayer, like he's confessing every sin to him he's ever committed, his entire body somehow tense and trembling all at the same time.]
[Vash might have thought that it couldn't get better than the orgasm that rips through him. Somehow though, the moment Wolfwood begins to fill him with his own spend, it does. He's felt deliciously full since the moment he felt Nick enter him, but this brings a whole new level. He tightens around his beloved, as if to draw the moment out that much longer. To hold it all in.
(Wolfwood might be worried about other implications. He needn't be. Like many other species, Vash could be considered a genetic dead end.)
As they both begin to come down, Vash's hands rise. He cradles Wolfwood to him, keeping him both on top and inside. If they're going to do this again, it doesn't make sense for him to go far. And if they're not? It isn't like Vash wants that lingering closeness to end anyway. He savors every whisper that Nick utters, believing for once that he's deserving of all the worship and adoration that thickens his voice.
Eventually, he lifts a hand to wipe at his face. A few stray tears have streaked down his face. Of course he would cry. But while they're here, he pauses to cradle both of Wolfwood's cheeks, angling his face upward just enough to meet his eyes. He presses a kiss to the side of his nose, over both eyes, and then on his forehead.]
Nick. [It isn't a command. Just a reverent whisper of his own.]
[It’s a good thing that Vash clutches him close like that, because he would have complained if he tried to pull away, much less pull out. He can feel that oversensitivity tingling on the edges of his senses, a pleasant ache in his groin that makes him want to keep moving even though he’s too exhausted to do anything else but lay there for now. Between the two of them, their combined strength and stamina is unparalleled, so Wolfwood has to ask himself why he feels like he’s just done this for the first time ever regardless. There are two wolves inside of him, one that’s going to want to fuck Vash again in like ten minutes, and another that wants to go to bed like a grandpa.
For now, he’s content with this. With laying his weight, heavy and final, across Vash’s front with Vash’s legs pincered tightly around his hips. He’s still inside him, the warmth so potent it’s almost searing, and it makes him want to sink into it and never resurface. His eyes flutter just as he feels Vash move underneath him, prompting a low sound from Wolfwood that’s briefly questioning, at least until he feels the Independent planting gentle kisses all over his face. It’s stupid, but while Vash started crying a while ago, it’s…that that finally causes Wolfwood’s own eyes to sting, his throat flexing as he swallows around the lump that’s formed there.
There’s so much he wants to say, he feels like, but it simply won’t come to mind. He’s numb with pleasure, delirious with satisfaction, and completely stupid with joy. He feels stupid over how much this man means to him. This man he was always meant to usher to his doom.
How the fuck is he supposed to go back home like this? How is he going to survive it?
He looks lost in thought, as he gazed down at Vash. As he leans in to brush their lips together. Then, for just a brief moment, his brows upturn and his expression tightens, like he’s going to start crying himself. He doesn’t- at least not in so open a way as Vash- at least not yet. But the feeling remains, as he speaks what’s on his heart, too drunk with pleasure to reconsider uttering it aloud.]
I love you. So fucking much. [He brushes some of Vash’s tears away with his thumb, his voice pitching an octave lower as he whispers between them.] You hear me?
[Vash's limbs feel heavy. Even holding Wolfwood's face feels like a herculean effort, though one he undertakes without complaint. He sweeps some of the hair from his face, before allowing his eyes to slip closed. He could sleep like this. Could keep going, too, but a lazy contentment is steadily starting to slip into his bones.
One eye cracks open when he feels Wolfwood start to respond. The other flies open the second he realizes that something is wrong. His lips part to ask after him, to make sure this moment isn't falling apart -
- and then press into a line the second Wolfwood speaks.
It isn't like Vash isn't in the same boat. He loves Wolfwood, has for weeks now. But like any other moment of closeness, it scares him. Risk rarely came with reward for him, and he fears this will be no different. Even worlds away from their problems, they were still at risk.
But if he wanted to run, the moment to do so had long passed. His hands slide down to Wolfwood's back, gripping him tight enough to cling. He knows that Wolfwood will figure it out, the latent resistance. The feeling of not deserving it. They've done this song and dance before. And this time, he won't turn away.
His face buries itself into the crook of the Punisher's neck. If he closes his eyes and holds tight, nothing will happen. They'll be okay.]
I - [A ragged breath here, thick with tears.] I hear you, Nick. I love you, too. So much.
[There is some part of him, deep in the back of his mind, that worries that by saying it aloud, he's doomed them both. People like the Humanoid Typhoon and the Punisher...they don't get to be happy. They don't get to have this. It feels like a fluke just to have each other.
And maybe, in some way, Wolfwood is kidding himself. This couldn't be sustainable back home, not with their very existences at odds with one another. He's setting himself up for failure and heartbreak at some point in time, but perhaps if he's lucky, he will grow old and die in this Grove long before any of that comes to pass. But that, he knows, would be the selfish cowardly way out. He'd be abandoning everything he's worked for all these years...the orphanage. The kids.
He can't do it. He won't.
But right now, with all of that physically beyond his reach, he's going to instead turn towards what he can have. He's sure of his decision the moment Vash wraps his arms around him and hugs him close, burying his face into the side of his neck. Right away, Wolfwood reciprocates, pressing his lips to Vash's temple. He'll be able to feel the tickle of his scruffy five-o-clock shadow against his cheeks, as well as the curl of his fingers now that they've once again found the back of his hair.]
...g-guess it's...official now, huh? [He murmurs against Vash's ear, nuzzling him with the bridge of his nose.] Get to legally call you my boyfriend.
[Blinking hard, he feels his own unshed tears finally spill over.]
[Here's the thing. At the end of the day, Vash would never ask Wolfwood to choose between the orphanage and himself. It isn't a question — the children would come first. It's the same with how he would, in the end, turn himself over willingly. If there was a chance to make things right back home by subjecting himself to Knives, then he would gladly take it.
But like with Wolfwood, he does his best not to think about it. Right now, there's no way to fight against the powers that have them trapped. And even if it would hurt, in the end, to go back to the way things were, it was as an old scholar had once said. It's better to have loved and lost, than never loved at all.
The soft laugh that leaves him is heavy with the exhaustion settling into his limbs. He knows he should get up and at least clean but... certainly he can't leave now when Wolfwood has just said something like that.]
Mmhm. Written into the great book of laws here now. Vash the Stampede and Nicholas D. Wolfwood are legally boyfriends.
[He doesn't know Wolfwood has begun to cry until he feels that first splash against his skin. Part of him instinctively wants to ask after the man. He fights the urge down just barely, ultimately assuming it better to not draw attention to his grief. Instead, he thumbs away those tears.]
[Wolfwood feels it too, of course. A deep seated satisfaction has seeped into his bones at this point, making it hard for him to think. To want to move...or do anything. But he figures they have plenty of time for that. It's not like anyone is going to come kicking in the door looking for them any time soon, and he figures since he delivered Angelina off to somebody else for the night, it's obvious he doesn't ant to be interrupted.
Sighing, Wolfwood doesn't hesitate to let his head fall into the curve of Vash's palm the moment he reaches up to brush his tears away, whether it be flesh or metal. He's okay- these aren't tears of misery or grief, but of relief. Relief and acceptance and...joy? Is that something he can feel? Maybe. Maybe just a little.
Maybe it's okay to be happy. Just for a little bit.]
N'that case... [He shifts his head up just a little, angling it just so he can look Vash in the eye. His own are still a little watery, a bit weepy. He doubts Vash would ever tell anyone though, so he doesn't care.] That means I'll be stayin' a while.
[Permanently, more like. He already moved his whole damn bed in here, what do you want from him-
He lays another kiss against Vash's cheek, slow and lazy. Part of him wishes he'd thought to pull the covers over them both, but they're not even positioned ON the bed properly anyway...so maybe that doesn't matter.]
Plenty of time to do whatever you want. I'm all yours.
[At that, Vash can only blink. His brows both lift and pull together, a mirthful if confused expression. Ever the giggler this evening, a tittering, slightly off-pitch laugh leaves him. Wolfwood moved his bed in, and somehow that wasn't permanent?]
You mean that wasn't already the case?
[Still shaking his head incredulously, Vash stretches himself out as best as he can. The wince comes almost immediately. Comfortable as he is, and content with the warmth of Wolfwood's cock still inside him, both of their spend is beginning to rapidly cool. In Vash's case, it's becoming stickier than ever.]
If you're all mine then... [He knocks their foreheads together, wincing as he tries to coax them both into sitting up. It's hard, given just how sleepy he feels, but he'll regret it all the more in the morning.] How about runnin' us a shower.
[A bath would be nicer, but trying to squeeze the both of them in there was only going to end in disaster.]
...damn. Was hopin' you'd suggest we just go to sleep like this instead.
[Which, you know, WOULD lead to even more disastrous results. Vash's semen is so sticky he's pretty sure it would fuse them together by morning, and Wolfwood is not interested in testing the limits of his dick's ability to stay attached to his body.
If Vash is going to be the first to sit up, though, then Wolfwood will do the same and pull back reluctantly. It's going to take him a second, oversensitive as he is, but given how slippery it all is down there...it isn't hard for him to pull out. Hopefully Vash isn't too embarrassed if he indulges in watching the way he slips free, only for his own release to immediately come oozing out in the wake of the emptiness. He just has to resist the urge to go back in for seconds like a freak-
Wolfwood exhales a guttural sigh as he sinks back on his haunches, his hair hanging in his face.]
Yeah yeah...alright. But I'm smokin' like, a whole pack as soon as we get out.
[He will not, he will smoke maybe one or two. Vash is just going to have to put up with having a smoky house if he's going to have Wolfwood here, sorry-]
'm surprised you didn't light up the second you finished, honestly.
[True to form, Vash squeaks as Wolfwood slides out. Likewise, he can't help but share a downward glance, almost mournful as he watches the cum pool out of him. It feels like such a waste, especially on their clean sheets. Unlike his lover, however, he can't resist the urge to at least have a taste. His fingers slide downward, collecting some of the slick onto his fingers.
He knows he's taking a risk, meeting Wolfwood's eyes as he does so. He's just as likely to get shoved back down into the pillows. But to hell with it. He wants to see the man's reaction as he wraps his lips around his fingers and savors the taste. It isn't quite as bitter as before, perhaps in part due to the sweetness of the sap-like spend that it's mingled with. Either way, it almost tastes good as he swallows it down.
The digits are pulled out with a sharp pop a few seconds later, at which point Vash practically flings himself from the bed. He tells himself he doesn't want to make more of a mess, to have to wander into the snow for spares, but really, he just doesn't want to chance getting dragged back down.]
Of course it's a risk. It's a hella big one, because the instant it dawns on Wolfwood what exactly it is Vash is doing? He swears to god he could get it up again right here and now if he wants to play that game. As it stands, it's all he can do to just sit there and watch as Vash scoops some of Wolfwood's own spend out of him and pops it into his mouth like he's sampling candy or something. The wave of arousal it floods Wolfwood with is unreal. It's unfair.
And then Vash has the balls to suddenly jump up right after that, leaping off the bed with the kind of energy most people who just got fucked wouldn't be able to, but luckily for him he isn't most people. Wolfwood snaps his head over as Vash's feet thud to the floor, and it's only seconds later that Wolfwood practically tumbles off the bed in hot pursuit.]
[Vash is absolutely cackling as he runs into the bathroom. He practically slides on the tile, nearly falling on his ass as he slows to a stop and tries to get the water running. It's a matter of seconds before Wolfwood comes in there, and the least he can do is get the water running before he's getting shoved up against the wall. Or getting the shit beat out of him, whichever.
By the time Wolfwood does make it in, Vash has found a way to pose sensually across the rim of the tub. His left leg is pulled up and positioned under his chin, while the right is spread wide open. Good luck beating him to death when you're too turned on to keep going, Wolfwood.]
[Bold of you to think he couldn't successfully do both, Vash.
Wolfwood is hot on Vash's heels, though he very nearly crashes into the doorframe on his way into the bathroom as it is. They're both lucky that this house is warm because sprinting through it butt naked in the dead of the kind of winter the Grove is locked in is not a great idea for anyone-
When he finally makes it there, Vash has the water turned on (smart) and is perched on the edge of the tub like he's expecting to be ravished right then and there (less smart). He's left standing there dumbly in the doorway, his fingers twitching at his sides like he's not sure how to handle himself.
Because yes, he is horny, why do you ask.
He stalks into the bathroom...and shuts the door behind him.]
Mmhm? [The hum is practically singsong. His head tilts playfully, corners of his lips curling upward in an almost catlike grin. There's a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, laid bare by the stare he has Wolfwood locked in. On the outside, he's somehow the picture of calm and collected.
On the inside, his body screams with want. It takes everything in his power not to glance downward, to instead tip his gaze up higher as he tilts his head, exposing the already bruised column of his neck. He's absolutely asking for it, and he feels no shame about it either.]
I was just going to take a bath in here, but if you'd like to join me... [He flutters his lashes up at the man.] By all means.
[Vash you're lucky I rolled such a high number which has saved both of you from a certain death upon these bathroom tiles.
They only just had sex, and Wolfwood's eyes are raking down Vash's body as if trying to undress a man already completely naked, except now he has the prospect of seeing him both naked and wet. Of course Vash is being goofy about it, because he would not be Vash if he weren't, and if Wolfwood weren't actually concerned about accidentally hurting him somehow, he would have pounced on him already.
Instead, he approaches slowly like a tiger stalking its prey, looming over Vash as the water runs. He regards him for a long moment, legs still spread for his viewing pleasure, very much aware that his own dick is trying to wake back up.
God damn it.]
There's just barely room for both of us, dumbass. [...] ...but we'd fit if you had your legs on my shoulders.
[Vash is well aware of the effect he's having on Wolfwood at present. His tongue darts out of his mouth, wetting his lips teasingly as he angles his head to the opposite side. His gaze does travel downward, over the sculpted planes of his torso to the messy hair that trailed down his belly and onto his groin. And yes, he absolutely stares, just waiting to see the effect he had.]
Startin' to think you're awful fond of having my legs around you, Nick. [He finally stands up, stretching his arms over his head languidly. He is absolutely showing off, which should say something about just how much Wolfwood has bolstered his confidence. You'd be hard pressed to believe that he was only just bashful about his scars.]
Because here I was thinking we could just shower.
[Nevertheless, he places the plug in the shower, then sinuously slips into the tub. The tile is cold enough to disrupt his movements, leaving him both wincing and muttering to himself but -
He sure does spread his legs to invite Wolfwood in.]
[The thing is, there's a lot for Vash to look at too on Wolfwood that isn't just his twitching cock. He didn't exactly take any special care or time in cleaning himself up...literally at all between the bed and coming in here, which means his skin is still glistening wet, even though the air is causing it to become dry and tacky pretty quickly. Never mind the fact that Vash apparently jizzes honey or something, which means he's also very sticky. My man looking like a honey glazed ham down there-
He doesn't seem overly bothered by it- beyond the way it's gotten caught in his hair, you can imagine how that must feel- and is instead focused on the way Vash is posturing for him like a proud peacock as he stands up and starts to fill the tub instead of turning on the showerhead. Oh how easily our minds are swayed...
It's funny, because no doubt this bathtub is just of normal size, meaning they're not going to easily fit together. It would probably work better if, like...they weren't facing each other? But Vash is out here like. Presenting, and Wolfwood's monkey brain is in control, so guess who is climbing into the tub facing him like an idiot. There is NO ROOM for their legs, they're both too long, and poor Vash is going to have to stretch as far as he can for Wolfwood to even fit between his knees. Never mind Wolfwood, who will be lucky if he doesn't keep hitting his ass on the tub faucet.
He makes a face now that he's here, looking up at Vash to the tune of the water steadily filling the tub.]
[Their height isn't all that different. What stands out between the two of them is Vash's apparent lithe build compared to Wolfwood's bulk. Not that Vash himself is particularly scrawny, just that his jacket does a halfway decent job of obscuring the more thicker parts. None of that helps their current predicament.
It is... honestly ridiculous, the position they wind up in. Vash can only stare at Wolfwood for a handful of seocnds, his own feet up by his ears, before bursting into laughter. He reaches out, grabbing hold of the other man's arm and giving one sharp pull. With luck, he'll slide right on over without kicking Vash anywhere unmentionable, and get the idea that he's supposed to slide up with his back to the Independent's chest.
[Yeah they're both stupid. Wolfwood wishes these bathtubs were bigger, but it's not like this house wasn't sprung up on a whim by Vash's request through some sort of magic bullshit, and he doubts Vash was thinking about asking for a fancy bathroom at the time. He got the bare minimum, if that, and now they're suffering the consequences.
Sigh.
Anyway! Vash is laughing at him and Wolfwood is pouting, like-]
W-what?
[What did you expect him to do! Why are you laughing-
But then he's suddenly being pulled forward, the water sloshing around them as he feels his body slip on the slick ceramic. He is damn lucky he rolled high, otherwise he would have cracked his nose on the edge of the tub doing this. Instead, he somehow manages to get turned around successfully without killing either of them. Amazing!
Now he's leaning back against Vash's chest and, oh. That's...really nice. He actually flusters because of it, and Vash may notice the Punisher's ears turning red.]
[If Vash notices it, he has the decency not to say anything. The mischievous smile he wears does turn a little soft, but with his face concealed behind Wolfwood's shoulder, that's a secret he'll be able to take to the grave, thank you.]
It's better, right? [He angles his head so that he can rest his forehead against Wolfwood's shoulder. A slow exhale leaves him, deep and content. His hands shift in the meanwhile, the prosthetic wrapping around his waist, while the one of flesh settles above his heart.] I definitely like it.
[He punctuates this much with a kiss to his shoulder blade, one that he promptly nuzzles into.]
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And while Nick might have had his own reasons, it had never been lost on Vash that he deliberately used nicknames in the place of actually addressing someone. It was just another one of the myriad ways he and Wolfwood had proven to be two halves of a broken whole. But that barrier had long since fallen away for them. Now, they were more than accidental comrades, or anything like that.
They were friends. Lovers. Perhaps something more. And nothing made that more clear than the fact that Wolfwood willingly called him by name. More than anything he'd felt that night, the mouth against his skin, the fullness he feels now, that fact is what threatens to throw him over the edge.
But he's been out of the moment for far too long. He focuses in just as Wolfwood pulls out, leaving him to briefly wonder if he's fucked up. But no, his cock slides back in just as quick, filling him once more with that indescribable fullness. His body arches upward immediately, a keening noise leaving him as the waves of pleasure ripple through him. The hand against Wolfwood's back tightens, biting at the skin just enough to leave dents in it.]
Yeah, Yeah, Nick. Just like that.
[It's a bit disappointing, how close they both already are. Trying to draw it out much longer would be a fools errand, but he hopes Wolfwood will try anyway. Anything to have just a few extra seconds with him.]
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Wolfwood isn't exactly a normal human himself. Superhuman, in essence. And he's decided that unless Vash protests, he's going to keep going until one or the other of them can't go any more.
Vash's gentle praise only serves to spur him on further. He can feel his own cock leaping deep inside Vash, equal parts begging for stimulus as much as release, yet he's forcing himself to restrain it, if only for just a few moments more. Please, he just wants...to be like this with Vash for a bit longer.
His movements are jerky. Sloppy, and uncoordinated. It takes a little bit for him to find his rhythm, his thighs quaking as each errant twitch sends shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. There's a moan of Vash's name on his lips, reverent and low, as he rolls his hips and rocks back into him again. Soon, that tenuous movement becomes a proper rhythm, slow and languid and purposeful. And...for as much as he kept imagining that he would fuck Vash into a smear on the mattress in a way that was rough and punishing, he's...not doing that.
As corny as it sounds, they're not just having sex. They're making love. And it makes Wolfwood's chest ache as he envelops Vash with his body, this time seeking to kiss his lips like before as he moves.
His friend. His lover. Boyfriend. Vice.
There's irony in a man doomed to hell falling in love with an angel.]
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And yet across those many, many decades, Vash has never felt a connection like this. He's never felt so known, so welcome, so loved, at least not in this capacity. He's had family and friends, but never a partner. Never another part of his soul. It's the exact sort of dribble that he knows Wolfwood would roll his eyes at, but in the privacy of his own mind, he can think as much.
In that same vein, he can't help but wonder if he actually deserves the croon of his name, even as he selfishly drinks down that kiss. Even as his hips rise to meet each thrust, filling the air around them with a carnal sound. Wolfwood treats him like an angel, some divine thing. He's used to being seen as divinity in an abstract sense, thanks to the gospel of the plant worshippers. But even as he thinks it, he knows that whatever they've cobbled together is different.
It's mutual. Because even as Wolfwood sings Vash's praises, the opposite has happened. This is a holy man above him, and every moan feels like a confession. Every embrace feels like salvation.]
Nick - [His chest feels tight, in the same way the heat in his abdomen feels like it's about to explode outward. Of course he'd be the type of person to tear up in bed. He can already hear the grumbling but -] Thank you. Thank you.
[Over the course of a century, home has become much more abstract. Until tonight.]
Fuck, I'm so close. 'm sorry -
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But that's just it, really. In spite of all of Wolfwood's posturing, every time he claims to be above it all, the reality is that this is what he craves. In a perfect world, their lives would be peaceful and idyllic. They would be able to simply live without worry of strife, and could be together without the looming shadow of what new disaster tomorrow is going to bring. Wolfwood would be able to grow old with Vash knowing that everything he'd done in his life had been worth it, since it lead up to this moment right here.
They still have work to do, back home. Far be it from them to think that this could be their happily ever after when the planet remains locked in a perpetual battle that Vash has found himself right at the center of, with Wolfwood bringing up the rear. Even here, it lingers in the back of his mind, leaving him to wonder what the point of all of this must be. Why allow it to happen, knowing that it could be torn away at any moment?
It's because...he thinks, he's realized that this- too- is worth fighting for. The way he feels when he's with Vash, like this. It's not unlike the love in his heart he clings to when he thinks of Hopeland. Livio. Things and people he would gladly throw away his life for. Vash...he's become something precious to Wolfwood, someone that completes him in a way he never thought could be possible for someone so fundamentally broken. While part of him can't help but push back against the notion that something like this relationship could be at all on the same level as the things he's spent his whole life trying to protect, the fact remains that there's no going back from this point onward.
Vash thanks him. He thanks him, and then stutters out an apology.
Wolfwood, in contrast, breathes out a softly amused huff as he brings Vash a bit closer to himself, his lips still grazing the corner of his mouth as he suddenly picks up the pace. Those slow, languid thrusts suddenly turn quicker, rapid pistoning of his hips that press Vash into the mattress underneath, as if trying to eke out just that much more contact before the two of them need a break.]
Shut up. [It couldn't be said more fondly, his voice thick with arousal as he whispers it against Vash's ear.] Don't apologize. Just- ah...feel it. Enjoy it.
[He hits Vash in a particularly good way between words, keening a sound into his ear that Vash has likely never heard the man make before, reserved only for him.]
I'm close too. T-together...yeah?
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The pace increases, and Vash's own hips stutter in their efforts to meet Wolfwood. He falters, and falls back into the mattress, toes curling into the fabric of the sheets. Surely, surely he can be forgiven for simply taking it in these last few minutes. His fingers do clutch at Wolfwood's back, or tug at his hair. And of course he sings the man his praises.
The heat grows. It grows until he thinks it might consume him, immolate the both of them until there's nothing left.]
Fuck - Nick. Nick please -
[And then it's too much. It bursts, a racing wildfire that leaves him gasping at first, then outright sobbing onto Wolfwood's shoulder. His cock, for a mercy, does not grip tight against his partner, nor does it make the same horrid mess before. The rest of him does not grant that same mercy, all but drenching Wolfwood and their connected thighs with that sticky, sappy mess.
Their new bed may or may not be ruined. Vash doesn't give a damn. He's too busy whimpering into Wolfwood's skin, tears spilling down and mixing with the sweat they've both accumulated.]
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It's not rare to sleep with someone. It is rare to feel like you've truly connected. It's a feeling he doesn't want to take for granted, just as much as he can't help but lament the fact that it's ending so soon.
But...they have time here, don't they? All of a sudden, they have all of the time in the world.
Just as Vash can't hold on for much longer, Wolfwood is feeling his body give out on him. He hasn't peaked at all yet, so it's a miracle he didn't bust the second he slipped inside Vash. He thinks it might be because he's so laser focused on him and wanting him to feel good that it's hard to feel too selfish in that regard, even if his very chest burns with desire and need all at the same time. And in those last few moments, he doesn't care that Vash lays back and simply takes what he's being given. It means that Wolfwood can focus all of his efforts on making Vash feel good, angling his hips just right so it hits him in the deepest, most sensitive places he has. Choking on a moan when he feels the way Vash's length curls around his own at the base, squeezing gently, encouraging. The two of them become a chorus of nonsense sounds and moaning, of stuttering each others' names in ecstasy.
Then, just when Wolfwood is certain he isn't going to be able to take any more, Vash snaps, his whole body rocking into him like a coiled spring suddenly released. He can feel it as he cums, the way he soaks him with his release, and if it weren't for Vash holding onto him so tightly, he might be afraid he'd slip right out. Thankfully, there's no possibility of that. Not when Wolfwood buries himself to the hilt and catches his teeth along the side of Vash's neck, his back arching and every muscle in his shoulders tensing as he- finally- feels his own orgasm race like lightning through his entire body.]
Vash...Vash-ah--!
[He does not even think about trying to pull out. He doesn't...ponder, if that could be a problem, or what it could mean, or anything. He stays as deep as he can get and he fills Vash with everything he has, his body pumping into him rhythmically in echo to the way Vash's own body convulses and tightens around him. All the while, Wolfwood too is whispering Vash's name like a prayer, like he's confessing every sin to him he's ever committed, his entire body somehow tense and trembling all at the same time.]
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(Wolfwood might be worried about other implications. He needn't be. Like many other species, Vash could be considered a genetic dead end.)
As they both begin to come down, Vash's hands rise. He cradles Wolfwood to him, keeping him both on top and inside. If they're going to do this again, it doesn't make sense for him to go far. And if they're not? It isn't like Vash wants that lingering closeness to end anyway. He savors every whisper that Nick utters, believing for once that he's deserving of all the worship and adoration that thickens his voice.
Eventually, he lifts a hand to wipe at his face. A few stray tears have streaked down his face. Of course he would cry. But while they're here, he pauses to cradle both of Wolfwood's cheeks, angling his face upward just enough to meet his eyes. He presses a kiss to the side of his nose, over both eyes, and then on his forehead.]
Nick. [It isn't a command. Just a reverent whisper of his own.]
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For now, he’s content with this. With laying his weight, heavy and final, across Vash’s front with Vash’s legs pincered tightly around his hips. He’s still inside him, the warmth so potent it’s almost searing, and it makes him want to sink into it and never resurface. His eyes flutter just as he feels Vash move underneath him, prompting a low sound from Wolfwood that’s briefly questioning, at least until he feels the Independent planting gentle kisses all over his face. It’s stupid, but while Vash started crying a while ago, it’s…that that finally causes Wolfwood’s own eyes to sting, his throat flexing as he swallows around the lump that’s formed there.
There’s so much he wants to say, he feels like, but it simply won’t come to mind. He’s numb with pleasure, delirious with satisfaction, and completely stupid with joy. He feels stupid over how much this man means to him. This man he was always meant to usher to his doom.
How the fuck is he supposed to go back home like this? How is he going to survive it?
He looks lost in thought, as he gazed down at Vash. As he leans in to brush their lips together. Then, for just a brief moment, his brows upturn and his expression tightens, like he’s going to start crying himself. He doesn’t- at least not in so open a way as Vash- at least not yet. But the feeling remains, as he speaks what’s on his heart, too drunk with pleasure to reconsider uttering it aloud.]
I love you. So fucking much. [He brushes some of Vash’s tears away with his thumb, his voice pitching an octave lower as he whispers between them.] You hear me?
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One eye cracks open when he feels Wolfwood start to respond. The other flies open the second he realizes that something is wrong. His lips part to ask after him, to make sure this moment isn't falling apart -
- and then press into a line the second Wolfwood speaks.
It isn't like Vash isn't in the same boat. He loves Wolfwood, has for weeks now. But like any other moment of closeness, it scares him. Risk rarely came with reward for him, and he fears this will be no different. Even worlds away from their problems, they were still at risk.
But if he wanted to run, the moment to do so had long passed. His hands slide down to Wolfwood's back, gripping him tight enough to cling. He knows that Wolfwood will figure it out, the latent resistance. The feeling of not deserving it. They've done this song and dance before. And this time, he won't turn away.
His face buries itself into the crook of the Punisher's neck. If he closes his eyes and holds tight, nothing will happen. They'll be okay.]
I - [A ragged breath here, thick with tears.] I hear you, Nick. I love you, too. So much.
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And maybe, in some way, Wolfwood is kidding himself. This couldn't be sustainable back home, not with their very existences at odds with one another. He's setting himself up for failure and heartbreak at some point in time, but perhaps if he's lucky, he will grow old and die in this Grove long before any of that comes to pass. But that, he knows, would be the selfish cowardly way out. He'd be abandoning everything he's worked for all these years...the orphanage. The kids.
He can't do it. He won't.
But right now, with all of that physically beyond his reach, he's going to instead turn towards what he can have. He's sure of his decision the moment Vash wraps his arms around him and hugs him close, burying his face into the side of his neck. Right away, Wolfwood reciprocates, pressing his lips to Vash's temple. He'll be able to feel the tickle of his scruffy five-o-clock shadow against his cheeks, as well as the curl of his fingers now that they've once again found the back of his hair.]
...g-guess it's...official now, huh? [He murmurs against Vash's ear, nuzzling him with the bridge of his nose.] Get to legally call you my boyfriend.
[Blinking hard, he feels his own unshed tears finally spill over.]
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But like with Wolfwood, he does his best not to think about it. Right now, there's no way to fight against the powers that have them trapped. And even if it would hurt, in the end, to go back to the way things were, it was as an old scholar had once said. It's better to have loved and lost, than never loved at all.
The soft laugh that leaves him is heavy with the exhaustion settling into his limbs. He knows he should get up and at least clean but... certainly he can't leave now when Wolfwood has just said something like that.]
Mmhm. Written into the great book of laws here now. Vash the Stampede and Nicholas D. Wolfwood are legally boyfriends.
[He doesn't know Wolfwood has begun to cry until he feels that first splash against his skin. Part of him instinctively wants to ask after the man. He fights the urge down just barely, ultimately assuming it better to not draw attention to his grief. Instead, he thumbs away those tears.]
You're even more stuck with me now.
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Sighing, Wolfwood doesn't hesitate to let his head fall into the curve of Vash's palm the moment he reaches up to brush his tears away, whether it be flesh or metal. He's okay- these aren't tears of misery or grief, but of relief. Relief and acceptance and...joy? Is that something he can feel? Maybe. Maybe just a little.
Maybe it's okay to be happy. Just for a little bit.]
N'that case... [He shifts his head up just a little, angling it just so he can look Vash in the eye. His own are still a little watery, a bit weepy. He doubts Vash would ever tell anyone though, so he doesn't care.] That means I'll be stayin' a while.
[Permanently, more like. He already moved his whole damn bed in here, what do you want from him-
He lays another kiss against Vash's cheek, slow and lazy. Part of him wishes he'd thought to pull the covers over them both, but they're not even positioned ON the bed properly anyway...so maybe that doesn't matter.]
Plenty of time to do whatever you want. I'm all yours.
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You mean that wasn't already the case?
[Still shaking his head incredulously, Vash stretches himself out as best as he can. The wince comes almost immediately. Comfortable as he is, and content with the warmth of Wolfwood's cock still inside him, both of their spend is beginning to rapidly cool. In Vash's case, it's becoming stickier than ever.]
If you're all mine then... [He knocks their foreheads together, wincing as he tries to coax them both into sitting up. It's hard, given just how sleepy he feels, but he'll regret it all the more in the morning.] How about runnin' us a shower.
[A bath would be nicer, but trying to squeeze the both of them in there was only going to end in disaster.]
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[Which, you know, WOULD lead to even more disastrous results. Vash's semen is so sticky he's pretty sure it would fuse them together by morning, and Wolfwood is not interested in testing the limits of his dick's ability to stay attached to his body.
If Vash is going to be the first to sit up, though, then Wolfwood will do the same and pull back reluctantly. It's going to take him a second, oversensitive as he is, but given how slippery it all is down there...it isn't hard for him to pull out. Hopefully Vash isn't too embarrassed if he indulges in watching the way he slips free, only for his own release to immediately come oozing out in the wake of the emptiness. He just has to resist the urge to go back in for seconds like a freak-
Wolfwood exhales a guttural sigh as he sinks back on his haunches, his hair hanging in his face.]
Yeah yeah...alright. But I'm smokin' like, a whole pack as soon as we get out.
[He will not, he will smoke maybe one or two. Vash is just going to have to put up with having a smoky house if he's going to have Wolfwood here, sorry-]
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[True to form, Vash squeaks as Wolfwood slides out. Likewise, he can't help but share a downward glance, almost mournful as he watches the cum pool out of him. It feels like such a waste, especially on their clean sheets. Unlike his lover, however, he can't resist the urge to at least have a taste. His fingers slide downward, collecting some of the slick onto his fingers.
He knows he's taking a risk, meeting Wolfwood's eyes as he does so. He's just as likely to get shoved back down into the pillows. But to hell with it. He wants to see the man's reaction as he wraps his lips around his fingers and savors the taste. It isn't quite as bitter as before, perhaps in part due to the sweetness of the sap-like spend that it's mingled with. Either way, it almost tastes good as he swallows it down.
The digits are pulled out with a sharp pop a few seconds later, at which point Vash practically flings himself from the bed. He tells himself he doesn't want to make more of a mess, to have to wander into the snow for spares, but really, he just doesn't want to chance getting dragged back down.]
Beat ya there, baby!!
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Of course it's a risk. It's a hella big one, because the instant it dawns on Wolfwood what exactly it is Vash is doing? He swears to god he could get it up again right here and now if he wants to play that game. As it stands, it's all he can do to just sit there and watch as Vash scoops some of Wolfwood's own spend out of him and pops it into his mouth like he's sampling candy or something. The wave of arousal it floods Wolfwood with is unreal. It's unfair.
And then Vash has the balls to suddenly jump up right after that, leaping off the bed with the kind of energy most people who just got fucked wouldn't be able to, but luckily for him he isn't most people. Wolfwood snaps his head over as Vash's feet thud to the floor, and it's only seconds later that Wolfwood practically tumbles off the bed in hot pursuit.]
Needle-noggin!!!
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By the time Wolfwood does make it in, Vash has found a way to pose sensually across the rim of the tub. His left leg is pulled up and positioned under his chin, while the right is spread wide open. Good luck beating him to death when you're too turned on to keep going, Wolfwood.]
Can I help you, Wolfwood?
[He has the most mischievous smirk going on.]
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Wolfwood is hot on Vash's heels, though he very nearly crashes into the doorframe on his way into the bathroom as it is. They're both lucky that this house is warm because sprinting through it butt naked in the dead of the kind of winter the Grove is locked in is not a great idea for anyone-
When he finally makes it there, Vash has the water turned on (smart) and is perched on the edge of the tub like he's expecting to be ravished right then and there (less smart). He's left standing there dumbly in the doorway, his fingers twitching at his sides like he's not sure how to handle himself.
Because yes, he is horny, why do you ask.
He stalks into the bathroom...and shuts the door behind him.]
Vash...
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On the inside, his body screams with want. It takes everything in his power not to glance downward, to instead tip his gaze up higher as he tilts his head, exposing the already bruised column of his neck. He's absolutely asking for it, and he feels no shame about it either.]
I was just going to take a bath in here, but if you'd like to join me... [He flutters his lashes up at the man.] By all means.
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They only just had sex, and Wolfwood's eyes are raking down Vash's body as if trying to undress a man already completely naked, except now he has the prospect of seeing him both naked and wet. Of course Vash is being goofy about it, because he would not be Vash if he weren't, and if Wolfwood weren't actually concerned about accidentally hurting him somehow, he would have pounced on him already.
Instead, he approaches slowly like a tiger stalking its prey, looming over Vash as the water runs. He regards him for a long moment, legs still spread for his viewing pleasure, very much aware that his own dick is trying to wake back up.
God damn it.]
There's just barely room for both of us, dumbass. [...] ...but we'd fit if you had your legs on my shoulders.
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Startin' to think you're awful fond of having my legs around you, Nick. [He finally stands up, stretching his arms over his head languidly. He is absolutely showing off, which should say something about just how much Wolfwood has bolstered his confidence. You'd be hard pressed to believe that he was only just bashful about his scars.]
Because here I was thinking we could just shower.
[Nevertheless, he places the plug in the shower, then sinuously slips into the tub. The tile is cold enough to disrupt his movements, leaving him both wincing and muttering to himself but -
He sure does spread his legs to invite Wolfwood in.]
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[The thing is, there's a lot for Vash to look at too on Wolfwood that isn't just his twitching cock. He didn't exactly take any special care or time in cleaning himself up...literally at all between the bed and coming in here, which means his skin is still glistening wet, even though the air is causing it to become dry and tacky pretty quickly. Never mind the fact that Vash apparently jizzes honey or something, which means he's also very sticky. My man looking like a honey glazed ham down there-
He doesn't seem overly bothered by it- beyond the way it's gotten caught in his hair, you can imagine how that must feel- and is instead focused on the way Vash is posturing for him like a proud peacock as he stands up and starts to fill the tub instead of turning on the showerhead. Oh how easily our minds are swayed...
It's funny, because no doubt this bathtub is just of normal size, meaning they're not going to easily fit together. It would probably work better if, like...they weren't facing each other? But Vash is out here like. Presenting, and Wolfwood's monkey brain is in control, so guess who is climbing into the tub facing him like an idiot. There is NO ROOM for their legs, they're both too long, and poor Vash is going to have to stretch as far as he can for Wolfwood to even fit between his knees. Never mind Wolfwood, who will be lucky if he doesn't keep hitting his ass on the tub faucet.
He makes a face now that he's here, looking up at Vash to the tune of the water steadily filling the tub.]
Why are you so fuckin' long?
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[Their height isn't all that different. What stands out between the two of them is Vash's apparent lithe build compared to Wolfwood's bulk. Not that Vash himself is particularly scrawny, just that his jacket does a halfway decent job of obscuring the more thicker parts. None of that helps their current predicament.
It is... honestly ridiculous, the position they wind up in. Vash can only stare at Wolfwood for a handful of seocnds, his own feet up by his ears, before bursting into laughter. He reaches out, grabbing hold of the other man's arm and giving one sharp pull. With luck, he'll slide right on over without kicking Vash anywhere unmentionable, and get the idea that he's supposed to slide up with his back to the Independent's chest.
Who can say how it actually turns out.]
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Sigh.
Anyway! Vash is laughing at him and Wolfwood is pouting, like-]
W-what?
[What did you expect him to do! Why are you laughing-
But then he's suddenly being pulled forward, the water sloshing around them as he feels his body slip on the slick ceramic. He is damn lucky he rolled high, otherwise he would have cracked his nose on the edge of the tub doing this. Instead, he somehow manages to get turned around successfully without killing either of them. Amazing!
Now he's leaning back against Vash's chest and, oh. That's...really nice. He actually flusters because of it, and Vash may notice the Punisher's ears turning red.]
...Tch. Right...
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It's better, right? [He angles his head so that he can rest his forehead against Wolfwood's shoulder. A slow exhale leaves him, deep and content. His hands shift in the meanwhile, the prosthetic wrapping around his waist, while the one of flesh settles above his heart.] I definitely like it.
[He punctuates this much with a kiss to his shoulder blade, one that he promptly nuzzles into.]
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