fourstrings | lies on the lips of a priest

lies on the lips of a priest

[ When you live the kind of life Wolfwood does, you have to have rules in place. Like: some things you remember, and some things you forget, because if you don’t do the second thing there’s no way you’ll survive the first. Or: children are pure, and adults, in general, are shit. Or: People can call him Wolfwood (for preference), Punisher (if it’s work), or Nick (at a stretch), but nobody gets to call him Nico anymore. Or: it’s better to fuck without kissing if you can get away with it, because kissing – faces close so close you share breath, the thing that everyone needs to keep living – is how you catch feelings.

Vash has an irritating way of blasting right through all his rules.

Rule one, they’ve done okay with. He can’t remember what it was that tipped him off that the restless, fidgeting way Vash tossed and turned when they shared a bed meant he wanted to cuddle. And that’s good, because it’s probably some tearjerking, traumatic bullshit that causes Vash to be so fucking anxious when someone’s that close that he can’t be at ease unless they wrap him up close and kind. He did, though; figured it out, caught Vash up in his arms and felt the other man go pliable and sweet in his embrace, and he finally managed some fucking sleep. After that is where is all turned to shit. They next time they’d done it Vash had just been watching him with those big, clear eyes, his permanent blush starker even in the dark, and maybe it was some stupid plant power at play but Wolfwood lost his mind and kissed him. It had been good, warm and wet and heated, and Vash had said please, Nico, can I- with his hand already halfway in Wolfwood’s pants and of course he’d said yes. But when it came time to repay the favour Vash had brightly said oh, that’s okay, I’m actually really tired! and immediately done the worst job of pretending to fall asleep Wolfwood’s ever seen in his life, complete with little snoring sounds that were a hair’s breadth from the honk-shooo mimimimimi bullshit you see in old cartoons.

The next time they’d done it Vash had kissed him first, and he’d been really into it until he shoved one of his thighs between those stupidly long, slender legs with the idea of grinding it against Vash until he had no option but to let Wolfwood give him a blowjob or at least a handy, and realized Vash wasn’t hard. That had felt shitty, but he still let Vash get him off, and that’s how he knows he fucked up when he broke his rule: he kissed, and then he had to lay there feeling like worm shit after he finished and Vash answered his groping hand with thanks, but that was enough for me! and faked falling asleep again.

This time, when Vash thrashes around and Wolfwood pulls him in close, he jerks his head back when Vash leans in for a kiss. He wants it – of course he does – but his stomach’s sour as a hangover when he thinks about going through that whole performance again. Rocking his hardon against a pelvis so flat Vash might as well be one of those dumb boy dolls they make so the dolls with long blonde hair and ballistic plastic tits have someone for little girls to marry them to, coming in a way that makes him want to watch Vash’s face and tell him things he doesn’t tell anyone, laying there hating himself for it when Vash makes fake little mnm mnm sleep sounds.

He squints against the dark. A wasted effort, when the colour of Vash’s big eyes almost seems to glow, but he does it anyway. ]

You know you don’t have to do all that shit. I’ll still hold you.

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[ it doesn't matter how gruff wolfwood's voice sound, or how harshly he tries to frame whatever he's saying. none of it ever covers up what vash has always been able to see in his eyes -- a heart that cares so much that wolfwood has to pretend otherwise, just to protect it. ]

Okay. [ watery. and stupid! and selfish! and risky! ... but he can't help it.

but. ergh, wait. ] Ah --

Uh, before you say that, maybe you should see... er, the rest.

Alright. Lemme have it.

[ One more little kiss before he pulls back, just to be sure. But now there's a little thread of anxiety creeping into him. He had no idea how bad the damage to Vash's body was. What if the reason he's so shy about letting Wolfwood touch him, the reason he's never felt even a little hard when they've fooled around, is...

nah. You'd die if your dick got blown right off, right? The blood loss alone would take you out. Better just to wait and see.

... but if his dick did get blown off, Wolfwood's gonna find some other way to get him off. No arguments. ]

[ aw, man...! tonight feels like it'd be way easier if they could just leave it at that and spend the rest of the night kissing. but! vash gets how stopping now would be a slap in the face to everything wolfwood just said to him, even if there's a difference between scars and... uh. ana... tomical differences?

it'd be nice if there was a guidebook for these sorts of conversations.

instead, vash is left to forge clumsily ahead all on his own! and showing seems like it'll be easier than telling, so. he toes off his boots first, letting them fall to the ground in two clunks. wolfwood already said the prothetics didn't bother him, so there's probably no need for a bunch of fanfare about these -- extending from the knees down, the same lost technology as his arm.

but the thing that's got him worried? what's on display once there's not a stitch of clothing left, once vash (reluctantly) leans back a little and spreads his thighs so he's on display. between his legs is a bloom of soft white petals, still folded up to protect the pink slit underneath. it's the closest his body resembles that of his sisters' -- the petals share the same runes that their skin does, a stark reminder that he's something inhuman. ]

It's... ah. I know it's different. [ and just talking about it is embarrassing! but he hurries on, cramming this next bit in: ] If you think it's gross, you don't have to touch me! I'm not asking -- er, expecting, I mean --

... well. [ fidgeting. ] That's why.

[ There's a second, before Vash parts his thighs, that has Wolfwood thinking he was right and there's just nothing there. In a way, that's a good thing - it induces a brief panic that means when he sees what's actually there, his primary reaction is relief. Not that... he knows what it is, but it's something, and it's not blow off or plated over, and he's counting that as a win. Even if he could really use a cigarette right about now.

He leans closer, peering before he remembers his manners. It's probably rude to just stick your face in someone's... flower bud coochie??? right off the bat, so he leans his side against Vash and gives a little huh. ]

How does it work? Does it still feel good, and everything?

[ He's an idiot, but on occasion he is very task-focused. ]

[ ... well. wolfwood isn't vaulting out of bed and calling vash a freak, so that probably counts as a win? kind of hard to judge the exact scale of his victory, since wolfwood is still peering at it like... well, something alien. which is, to be honest, perfectly fair. ]

Uh, yeah. I guess so. [ which comes out remarkably steady, considering that his face feels like it's about to catch right on fire. (once, a long time ago, rem had shown he and nai an old film reel about something called sexual education. it was bright, colorful, and absolutely non-threatening -- if not more than a little confusing, once vash figured out that the parts they were talking about didn't really line up. he's desperately wishing he could just shove something like that in front of wolfwood now.) ]

Do you want me to... [ his cheeks are burning, and he's fidgeting like the sheets are itchy with sand. ] Uh, I mean, if it helps, I could --

[ like??? a practical demonstration??? ]

Yeah.

[ Instant agreement, even though he doesn't know exactly what he's agreeing to. A demonstration? Guided tour? Whatever, it doesn't matter. If they're gonna keep doing this he wants to know how to make Vash feel good too. And yeah, his junk is weird, but it's not like it's gross or scary. He cuts his eyes to Vash's face, and - jesus, his face is so red it's a wonder he couldn't feel the heat coming off it. He brushes his lips against Vash's cheek, smiles. ]

It's unexpected, but it's pretty. Like a flower.

[ Which makes sense, if Vash is... connected to plants? Part plant? A plant in disguise as a mostly-human dude? That's a train of thought he squashes when he finds himself deliriously imagining himself as a horny bee, eager for nectar. ]

[ ah, fuck. that... shouldn't be able to get to him! wolfwood is probably only calling him pretty as a counter to, like, i'm not gonna puke at the sight of it, but. the praise settles low in vash's belly and curls up warmly there, making him flush with something that isn't just embarrassment.

okay. okay! they've come this far, vash can do this.

so he leans himself against wolfwood's side and lets himself be supported by the arm the other man still has around him, sliding a hand down his own torso and nestling it between his legs. keeping his legs spread, because there's no point in a demonstration if he doesn't let wolfwood see. and then, gently, he strokes his fingers up along those petals.

it doesn't take much. vash never imagined himself as someone who was into being watched -- pretty much the opposite, actually. but he can feel wolfwood's eyes on him like a physical touch, making the blood simmer in his veins, and it only takes a few gentle strokes before he gets the petals to bloom for him. they unfurl slowly, coaxed by his fingers, enough to make the slit underneath visible. soft, pink, and already dewy with wetness. he leaves the swollen nub at the top alone for now -- one revelation at a time seems smart -- but the first slow stroke of his fingers up along his slit is enough to make him sigh. ]

Fuck.

[ Whispered, but there's not really any point in that when his face is as close to Vash's ear as it is. Vash strokes gentle fingers over himself and fucking blossoms, and Wolfwood immediately knows that next time, he wants to be the one that makes that happen. He wants it to be his fingers that Vash opens up for. The pale petals with their runes are alien, but there's enough there that's familiar that he thinks he gets the idea - pinkness, wetness, the way Vash sighs at that touch. He's hard now, thinks about giving himself a little stroke so this is a mutual exchange, but he's got a better idea. ]

Hey. Let me try.

[ just the thought of it is enough to make vash shiver. it's hard to keep himself from blurting out an immediate please yes please yes yes yes. instead, he licks his lips and tries valiantly to remember whether that's a good idea or not --

... and when he fails? ]

You want to? [ it's almost a whisper, shy, but he's dropping his hand to give wolfwood room. ]

Dumbass.

[ It's soft, though. Affectionate. He shifts a little so he can get a better angle - one arm still around Vash's waist, the other hand moving down between his legs. And holy shit. Since he saw it open up he's been operating on the assumption that it's basically a pussy, and there are echoes of that - the wet glide as he slips his fingers over that slick opening - but the petals are softer than anything he's felt. Softer than the petals on a real flower, but sturdier too - something he's grateful to discover because it gives him the confidence to rub his fingers over them in a way that would bruise an actual bloom. He strokes over them, enjoying the way he can feel that wetness spread under his touch, ducks his face to bury a kiss against the side of Vash's neck as he shifts his fingers to rub over the slit itself. It's impossible to do that and not think about how it would feel around his cock, warm and wet, surrounded by those smooth petals, and he groans against Vash's skin. ]

[ ah. it's been so long since someone touched him there that vash wasn't even sure what he should expect, but.

even the first slow stroke of wolfwood's fingers over him is enough to make vash whine. hips bucking up helplessly into his hand, the metal of his prothetic feet sliding uselessly against the sheets as he strains for purchase. his breath hitches as wolfwood's fingers find the petals, the next exhale stuttering out of him.

he was already wet, but he can feel himself getting wetter. enough so that he can hear the next slide of wolfwood's fingers, and that just makes him burn. ] Ah, Nico, that's --

Good?

[ It certainly feels like it's good. God, he's getting so wet so fast, and Wolfwood can't help but wonder if this was happening when they were making out, when he was stroking Wolfwood's cock and making little sounds like he could feel it too. Were those petals open, getting soaked for him? It's too much to think about, and he cocks his wrist so that on the next slide over he can press a finger in. That's so good it makes him give a little grunt of want - inside, Vash is just as enticing, soft and wet and hot, lined with what feels like soft little ridges that shift sweetly under the press of his finger. ]

What'd I ever do to you, huh? All this time, I could have been touching this, and you wouldn't let me.

[ wolfwood hooks a finger, presses in, and a sharp little sound of need escapes vash before he can help it. just this much has the muscles in his thighs trembling, and it takes actual effort to stifle the kneejerk urge to beg for more. ]

A-Ah, no, I didn't -- [ wolfwood strokes the pad of his fingertip up along something inside of vash that makes the edge of his vision go white, and he has to bite down on the back of his flesh hand to stifle the moan. ] ... I d-didn't want you to think it was weeeeird.

Cut that out.

[ Rude, but he takes his arm back from where it's hooked around Vash just to swat his hand away from his mouth. He held out on Wolfwood this long, the least he can do is let him hear it. But now that he's arm's free he's inspired. He withdraws his finger - with a little extra rubbing on the way, just for good measure - and moves down the bed so he can settle himself between Vash's legs. ]

If you say you don't have to I'm gonna bite you.

[ And then he puts his mouth there, a soft and gentle contrast to the harshness of his words. He makes another little sound of surprise when he tastes Vash. It's not totally unlike the way a woman tastes, but there's a sweet note to it. Floral, honeyed, almost. Best of both worlds, and he drags his tongue up over that promising pink slit before he decides hell with it, and sucks one of the petals into his mouth. ]

Hey --!

[ whoa! he isn't expecting wolfwood to move his arm, and he overbalances and tumbles back onto the mattress once he loses the support. which, rude, you've gotta warn people before you --

and then he realizes what wolfwood is doing, and the protest immediately dies out with a little squeak. the warning couldn't come at a better time, because that's exactly what vash is in the middle of opening his mouth to say, but. then wolfwood's head is between his thighs, mouth on his pussy, and fuck.

the sound that gets dragged out of him is halfway to a shout, and it's sheer luck that the prosthetics don't go all the way up his thighs. otherwise, the helpless way he squeezes would have officially turned wolfwood's skull into melon jelly, and that would have been a very unfortunate end to the whole evening. his hand goes down and tangles in wolfwood's shaggy mop of hair, and it takes him a few seconds to realize he's gripped so tight he's probably pulling. ]

Ah -- S-Sorry, sorry, I -- [ trying to pet him clumsily in apology! ]

[ It's a pain to pull back enough to speak, but he liked that, so he manages. ]

Don't apologize. You can do it again.

[ And then he's back to the business at hand. He works slowly and methodically, suckling at each of those soft petals interspersed with lapping over the centre, dipping his tongue in. And when it doesn't go far enough to please him he uses his hand again, slips two fingers in this time, rubbing firm. When he's made his little circuit he's up at the top, face with a plump little nub. If Vash's whole situation works like a pussy, it makes sense for that to be a clit, so he laps over that too with a firm press of his tongue. It's nice - slick, firm with what Wolfwood hopes is arousal, so he flicks the tip of his tongue over it for good measure. ]

[ do it... again? vash can't quite figure out whether wolfwood meant pulling his hair or crushing his head with his thighs -- or?? both?? -- and all of the options are enough to make him a little dizzy.

but the way wolfwood is sucking each of those petals into his mouth is also making it hard to figure much of anything out. vash squirms on the mattress, voice breaking around another little thready sound of want -- he can feel the way wolfwood's mouth is making the petals twitch and flutter from the stimulation, and fuck, he really hopes that's not creepy, because if wolfwood stops now --

and then wolfwood slides two fingers into him, and the feeling zings straight up his spine and explodes in his skull. a short, sharp cry gets startled out of him, and he's biting down on his knuckles before he remembers that wolfwood told him to quit trying to be quiet. (but being a little quiet is good, right? because the walls of the motel are thin, and they've all got to pile into the truck tomorrow, and --)

he abruptly loses whatever he was trying to figure out when wolfwood's mouth finds his clit. the way he laps over it is enough to make every muscle in vash's body jerk like he's been electrocuted, teeth digging into his lower lip hard enough for one of the sharp canines to break the skin.

ah, fuck, fuck, they didn't get around to that part of the demonstration -- ]

W-Wait, wait, wait -- [ rudely mashing a palm against wolfwood's head to keep him from going in for seconds, reaching down with his other hand to rub two fingers firmly along either side of the little nub. there's a sigh that's almost relief as the pressure lets it slide free of the wet sheath of his body -- the same color and texture of the petals, the length of it broken up into ridged segments, each slightly thicker than the last. already dripping the same sticky-sweet liquid from its tip, adding to the mess that wolfwood is making out of him. ]

S-Sorry, I -- I was going to get around to it, but I -- You, uh -- [ swallowing thickly. ] Y-You really dove right in there, haha.

Holy shit.

[ He breathes it with far more reverence than any of his mangled prayers. He'd been annoyed when Vash pushed his head back, but now he's glad - his next move was going to be latching his mouth over it, and while ending up with that thing crammed down his throat is an interesting idea, it's not something he would have been able to take unprepared. Fuck, it'll take work prepared - it's long, and while the tip of it is small enough at the base it's at least as thick at the base as his own cock. Which is, incidentally, twitching against the bed, already wet at the head from the way those petals had fluttered against his mouth like they were begging for more.

He lifts his face to drag his tongue along it, hums at the texture of it - silky soft, lined with those ridges. Christ, if people knew Vash had all of this going on they'd be lining up around the block. He sits himself up on his heels so he can get a proper look, keeps those fingers working inside of Vash as he wraps a hand around the new revelation and gives it a stroke. ]

Does it ever come out by itself? Or do you hafta press like that?

[ okay, well. wolfwood sure is finding a lot of new ways to shut him up tonight! because wolfwood drags his tongue up along vash's length, and anything else he was thinking about saying scatters like a dandelion puff faced with a strong breeze.

and now?? wolfwood wants to play twenty questions?? which seems really unfair when he's got the fingers of one hand rubbing up against vash's slick inner walls, and the other wrapped around his dick and stroking. ] A-Ah? Um...

[ eloquent. it's taking a considerable amount of brainpower to stop himself from grinding down against wolfwood's fingers like a whore, so there's not much left over for... sentence structure. ] I don't know? I h-haven't really --

We're gonna fix that.

[ His grin is predatory. He might be new to all this, but he plans to find out everything Vash's alien body can do even if it takes weeks. He wants to know how those ridges feel inside him, how those petals feel when they flutter around the base of his cock. Wants to know if Vash's come is as sweet as the rest of him, the texture of it in his mouth. For now he just speeds the motion of his fingers as they fuck wetly into Vash, and it takes all of his concentration to manage that timing with the way he strokes over his... dick? It's too big to call it a clit anymore, right? And there's one dizzying moment where his grip is a little tight and he feels it move like he could press it all the way back in. He thinks of the sigh of relief Vash had given when it sprung free, darkly curious about how frantic he could make Vash if he kept it inside while he rubbed at it, whether he could come like that or he'd just be a mess, writhing and begging -

but that's a thought for later. Vash called him nice tonight, and he wants to live up to it. ]

You know what set me off? I thought you weren't into it because I could feel you weren't getting hard. Was I wrong? Were you getting all nice and wet while you jerked me off? Getting hard inside, just aching to let it come out for me?

[ okay, well. in all of vash's estimations about how this might go, somehow he'd never factored in the idea that wolfwood would just dive right into touching him like he knows exactly how to make vash come apart. there's a part of him that's aware enough to burn with embarrassment about how wet he's getting -- enough that he can hear the way wolfwood is working him over with his fingers, the sound slick and filthy and audible even over the way vash is panting.

and that question? unfair.

at first, the only response vash can manage is a whine. wolfwood presses down on vash's cock, almost like he's going to press it back into him, and one of his legs jerks in a mindless little kick. ] I-I -- Nnh, I --

[ the blush is a stripe of strawberry across his cheekbones, eyes glassy with pleasure. ] Y-Yes, yeah, I --

[ fuck, it had been torture. laying there and trying his best to pretend to be asleep, with that pressure aching between his legs and making him dizzy. resisting the urge to grind the heel of his hand down against it to soothe it just a little, not sure if wolfwood had fallen off to sleep or was still glaring daggers into the back of his head. ] I d-didn't want you to -- T-T-To stop letting me --

[ another whine, pleading. ] Nico --

I'm never gonna stop you again.

[ It's a promise. Matter of fact, it's his plan to get Vash off and then let him go at it - after a good five, ten minutes to recover, if he does his job right. Sounds like he is, and the way Vash looks - flushed, dazed, his legs giving little twitches like he can't help it - makes him ache. ]

Can you come like this? I want to see it. I want to see you come for me.

[ fuck.

it's the first bit that does it as much as anything. the idea that wolfwood has seen all -- no, well, most -- of it, and he's still willing to give vash carte blanche? it rushes to his head and makes him dizzy, makes him burn all the way through.

so by the time wolfwood tells him what he wants, vash is almost halfway there. half-crazed with it, barely even aware of the way he reaches down to grab at the other man's hand with his prosthetic so that he can shove it roughly deeper as he bucks his hips down against it. and when that burning thread of tension finally snaps, vash comes with a shout -- it's instinct that has him lifting the other arm to his mouth, biting down hard enough to break the skin. ]

[ Oh, fuck.

Vash moves his hand for him, makes it rougher, deeper, and Wolfwood's cock jumps at it. And then it's happening - Vash is clenching around his fingers, throbbing in his hand in a way that's more pronounced than a human dick and all the more captivating for it, and he feels a soft brush against his hand and looks down to see those petals have curled up to stroke at him, fluttering. He's untouched and he feels right on the edge. Good thing Vash seems like he'll need a moment, then; it'll give him time to get it together so he won't embarrass himself. He lowers himself to the bed carefully, so he can press against Vash's side without taking his fingers out of the wet warmth of his pussy, though he's moving them a lot more gently now -

and sees the bite. He frowns. ]

Dumbass. Don't do that. Wake 'em up, who fucking cares?

[ there is the space of about five seconds where vash is at least half-convinced what just happened actually managed to kill him. and man, that's a little awkward, because he'd gone and vouched for wolfwood to the rest of the gang --

but, nope! he manages to twitch his fingers, and that counts as a sign of life, right? yippee!

still takes a few seconds after that to process what wolfwood just said to him, though. but once it does -- oh. he unlocks his jaw and pops his arm obediently back out of his mouth, licking the blood absently off his teeth. a wound that little barely even stings, and it'll heal up on its own without vash even having to pay attention to it. no biggie! ]

Sorry. [ without managing to sound the least bit sorry at all. it's slurred, and even though his next blink is enough to send twin tears sliding down his cheeks, his next exhale comes with an absolutely blissed out little giggle. ] Didn't want to add to the bounty. With, y'know, a noise complaint.

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