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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[ 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.

Fuckin hell.

[ He bit himself hard enough to draw blood! And now he's giggling (which is good, he guesses) and crying, which is... enough that Wolfwood licks one of the tear tracks right off his face, just to be a dick. ]

No more hurting yourself. Or I'll give you something to really cry about.

[ And that calls for an illustration of the threat, so he rolls his wrist to make his fingers twist and press inside of Vash, aiming ruthlessly for the place that got the most noise out of him. It might be a mistake - who knows if overstimulation is a thing for Vash and his alien junk? - but he's not backing down now. ]

Okay! Okay, okay, I --

[ and then wolfwood twists his fingers, hooks them up, and vash's vision whites out. he arches up off the bed hard enough to make the muscles in his stomach strain, thighs clamping around wolfwood's wrist and squeezing. but! never say that he can't learn! because he doesn't try to stifle the yip that gets startled out of him, or the whining that follows: ]

N-Nico, Nico, please --

Be good.

[ But he caves easy, stops pressing and instead gently withdraws his fingers and gives those petals a tender pet, pressing a kiss to Vash's cheek as he does. His fingers are soaked, so much so that the pads of them have pruned up like he was in the bath, and he unthinkingly lifts them to his mouth to suck them dry. ]

[ okay! sure, he'd just begged for mercy, but he still can't help but whine as wolfwood slides his fingers free. and then? all he can do is gape like an idiot at the sight of wolfwood sucking his fingers clean, making a strangled little sound that perfectly captures the way his brain is shorting the fuck out. ]

You're -- [ swallowing hard, dazed. ] ... really something.

You're saying that to me? You?

[ With his flower pussy and his ribbed cock and a nut face that'd have angels throwing themselves out of heaven just to take a look at it? Wolfwood smirks. ]

High praise.

Glad you finally let me touch it, Tongari. Hope I made it worth your while.

Yeah.

[ moving is a tall order right now, but he's still trying to wiggle himself closer. rolling over onto his side so he can press up against wolfwood, skating his fingers along his lower belly.

there is a part of him that wants to ask are you sure it was okay?, but! that also kind of seems like it'd imply that wolfwood didn't do a good job, like maybe it felt like he was just pretending the entire time. and that's the farthest thing from the truth and the last thing he deserves to here, so vash is gonna button down on it.

instead? ]

My turn?

Not yet. I still owe you something.

[ The way Vash has rolled onto his side makes it easy to grab his face and kiss him. Now that they've got it all sorted out he doesn't bother being as gentle as he was before, after Vash took off his shirt. This is greedy, open-mouthed and messy, his tongue (which still tastes faintly of nectar) delving deep into Vash's mouth. It's good, and he's hit with the terrifying realization that if Vash had never opened up to him, if he'd stepped on this? He'd miss it like air. He drags Vash's lower lip between his teeth as he breaks the kiss, grinning. ]

There.

Wha --?

[ he's about 0.5 seconds into a proper whine, but wolfwood grabs his face and seals their mouths together before vash gets the chance. of course, once they're kissing, any thought of protesting is immediately abandoned. especially once wolfwood slides his tongue into vash's mouth, and vash gets to make the thrilling discovery that he can taste himself on the other man's tongue. it makes him groan out a little sound, half-wild and desperate, and --

by the time wolfwood pulls away, he's got that stupid dazed look on his face all over again, momentarily stunned stupid. at least, until: ] Wow.

[ licking his lips, an idiot grin breaking out over his expression. ] I like getting you in debt.

Too bad. It's not happening again.

[ Which is as close as he can bring himself to saying out loud that he's totally screwed, because now that things feel even he's letting Vash have whatever he wants and giving it gladly. There's still... the matter of his employment, but he's meant to be keeping Vash safe and he'd do that anyway. He doesn't want to think about that now, though, so he rubs his thumb over Vash's cheek, lets the sight of the smile on the other man's face ease him. ]

Ehehe, you say that now.

[ but, ah. he can't resist the urge to lean into that hand on his cheek, closing his eyes like he's trying to soak in the touch. it's good. it feels almost impossible that they've been able to come this far, that wolfwood still wants to touch him this.

... that he's still allowed to touch wolfwood! which reminds him...

he slides his hand lower, stroking his fingertips up along the length of wolfwood's cock. ] Oh, wow. Is this all for me?

[ Wolfwood is embarrassed for his dick. After a line like that, it has no business twitching eagerly at that touch. He puts a hand over his face, trying to hide the fact that he's laughing - if Vash finds out he thought that was funny, he'll never fuckin stop. ]

Doesn't do any cool tricks like yours. Don't go expecting it to get longer than this or sprout any of those ridges.

Maybe no one has given it the right encouragement, yet!

[ is he serious? maybe. that sex ed cartoon wasn't exactly comprehensive.

and wolfwood has no time to be properly alarmed about the implications of this, because vash is wrapping his fingers around him to give him a proper stroke. wriggling himself closer as he does it, nuzzling down the line of wolfwood's throat and planting an open-mouthed kiss on his collarbone. ]

[ He's laughing again, and does a shitty job of stifling it this time because when Vash strokes him it turns into a moan. That kiss is sweet, and the warmth of Vash against him is good. It's not like it was the other times, frantic and heated, and that's good too. It's nice to feel like they're... doing it on purpose. He puts a hand in Vash's stupid hair, ruffles his fingers gently through it. ]

It is, by the way. For you. Seeing you like that, touching you you that way. Can't remember the last time I was this hard.

Oh.

[ it comes out like a little sigh, almost deliriously happy. just hearing that is enough to send a little pulse of heat through him, something that ignites his blood and settles down warm and heavy at the pit of his belly.

unfortunately, because vash is a fucking idiot, the thing he decides to say about it is: ] Hooray!

[ and then he's pouncing before wolfwood gets the chance to regret every life decision that's brought him here and try fleeing. beaming down at him, and taking a minute to steal a kiss off wolfwood's mouth before he works his way down to settle between his legs. ] I'm so lucky.

[ Did he just fuckin-

he said hooray.

They're getting busy, and he said hooray.

Wolfwood has some choice words about that, and he's lining them all up in his head with the appropriate cussing between, when Vash settles between his legs and there's a little flare of warning. And stupidly, it's not even Wolfwood's brain warning him about those teeth! He puts a hand on Vash's shoulder, squeezes. ]

Hey. Have you done this before?

[ it's a hardship to look up from his prize (wolfwood's dick) and focus in on that question. but once he does? vash blinks, squints a little in confusion. ]

Touched your dick? [ slowly, like maybe wolfwood is dealing with a brain injury and vash is going to have to be the one to break it to him. ] Yeah. You were there.

Sucked one, dumbass. Assuming that's what you're down there for.

[ It's only now he realizes that was a hell of an assumption. Maybe he only wanted a specific view? Maybe he wanted to be out of reach for Wolfwood to clamp a hand over his mouth when he says shit like "hooray" and "you were there". ]

Ohhh.

[ taking a moment to contemplate this. ] Well, no.

But I saw it in a magazine, once! [ proud of himself, like it's an actual credential. ]

[ He's about to let a man whose teeth are halfway to fangs suck his dick with no prior experience and only a magazine for guidance. It's time to quit this gig and find God for real. Alas, he is cursed with horniness, so he rolls his eyes and forges on. ]

Listen. I'll tell you when I'm gonna come, and you need to get your mouth off me. You can use your hand to finish. We don't taste like you do.

What? Why?

[ it's polite to accept your sexual partner's boundaries without arguing. unfortunately, vash is fucking rude, so he's pouting about it. ] I won't know if I like it unless I try.

You won't. It's bad.

[ It's kind of unfair, really. Wolfwood smokes enough that flavour is mostly a gentle suggestion, and Vash tastes sweet. Meanwhile Vash has a sweet tooth, and Wolfwood has regular old nasty human come. He reaches down and flicks Vash on the forehead - but gently. He's getting soft. ]

Eh, what do I care. It's your mouth, your funeral.

[ closing one eye in a little flinch against the flick, but he's grinning. ]

Fate accepted! [ and then he's giving wolfwood a fucking salute.

but! then it's back to business. wolfwood's business. he still has a hand wrapped around it, but he leans closer, until he can nuzzle up against the base of his dick almost affectionately. ] I like the way you smell. Pretty sure I'll like the way you taste, too.

[ which is the only warning wolfwood gets before vash is licking a long stripe along the underside, like it's an ice cream treat. ]

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