fourstrings | i knew this would happen, still hard to believe it

i knew this would happen, still hard to believe it

[ At this point he’s said you’ll be the death of me to Vash on multiple occasions. Every time a violent situation would be easily solved by lasering someone’s head off, for example. Or when Vash figured out how he was coming up with the money for inns and hotels and tried to argue that it wasn’t fair to use his skills to fleece people, still pouting about it when Wolfwood pointed out stopping would mean no more actual beds, no bathtubs, and zero donuts. When they figured out that making Vash come via his dick meant he was still raring to go by other means, that was a good one.

He’d say it now, if he was well enough. Told you you’d be the death of me. It’s probably a good thing he got hurt so bad he can’t speak, because Vash wouldn’t think it was funny.

Truthfully, he wouldn’t want Vash to blame himself anyway, even if there’s no way in hell he would have put himself between someone else and a bullet without Vash’s influence. And it was fucking stupid! It’d be one thing if it was Vash, or a kid, or like… a really hot woman. But the person Nicholas D. Wolfwood, The Punisher, tackled out of the way and took a bullet for was an old man. Probably only got ten or fifteen good years left in him anyway, but the guy had given them a place to stay and made sure they were fed and introduced them to his family, and all Wolfwood could think of when he saw the bandit firing at him was his damn grandkids, and the way Vash would sink into that pattern of thinking he ruins everything he lets close again. How the fuck was he supposed to know the first bullet would hit the damn pocket he keeps his vials in? He’d even arranged a drop in the next town over, but he can’t tell Vash that because the second bullet had hit him right in the throat. Long term treatment like he got is designed to keep you on your feet long enough to get a dose to heal you up, but in this case all it’s gonna do is make sure he dies slow.

He'd thought about this moment, when he was feeling especially maudlin. How he’d kiss Vash gently and tell him that he gets to die a better man than he was, because of Vash. But he can’t speak, can’t move his limbs to raise a hand to Vash’s face. All he can do is gurgle and bleed and hurt. He’d almost forgotten how much it hurts and for how long when you can’t patch it up right away.

Turns out, though, that there’s one more thing he can do. And as his vision fills with blotches of red and black, he does it, and passes right the fuck out. ]

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Yeah?

[ vash beams at him, still flushed from that kiss. just hearing it is enough to make him warm all over — that, somehow, even with everything vash is lacking, he’s still all that wolfwood needs.

it’s a wonderfully sweet sentiment, and it deserves a response in kind. unfortunately, wolfwood has decided to fall for a gremlin, so. there’s no warning before vash flips them, pressing wolfwood down into the mattress and straddling his hips. the only warning for what he’s about to say is the devious look in his eyes, the grin on his mouth: ]

Special delivery! [ and then he grinds his hips down against the bulge in wolfwood’s jeans with a low moan. ]

[ What the fuck ]

I didn't order this!

[ Grumpy as he can make it sound. Which isn't very, considering he's grabbing Vash by the hips and pressing back up against him. You might have thought that between the trauma of the day, the blood loss, and the grim-ass conversation it'd take him longer to get hard.

You'd be wrong. ]

I ain't sending it back, though. Mine now.

[ vash has just enough time for a laugh, and then wolfwood is grabbing his hips and rocking back up into him, and the sound tapers away into a groan. it’s impossible not to try and repeat the motion, his next exhale shuddering out of him as heat blooms upwards from his core. ]

You sure? [ there’s still a hint of teasing in his voice, but the smoke of want is unmistakable. ] The way you feel inside me, the way you fill me up…

Hard to believe I wasn’t meant for you all along.

Oh, fuck.

[ He really is just as dangerous as they say. Just not the way people think. Vash talks like that, and Wolfwood thinks there isn't a damn thing he wouldn't do for him. The tease in his voice, the heat, the way he rocks over him like that and reminds him just how good it feels.

He tries to use the hands on Vash's hips to guide him into doing it again, loving the feel of it. But - fuck, nobody should be so hot they make you forget about bullet holes. He slips one of his hands up over Vash's stomach, soft and careful. ]

How're you doing? [ Faintly apologetic. ] I know we're pretending they're not there, but if it's gonna hurt you...

[ vash sighs out a pleased little sound as wolfwood guides him through another slow roll of his hips, practically purring at the wave of heat that spills through him.

but the question makes him blink, refocusing, and then he gives a quick little shake of his head. funny how easily he can do this now -- even a month ago, the gesture would have made him stumble. but he reaches down and tugs his shirt up and over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side. the freshest of the bullet holes have already scabbed up, and the oldest already look like weeks-old scars. ]

See? All good. [ teasing, but his smile is fond. ] You must have love's healing touch.

[ He wolf-whistles as Vash strips off his shirt, pleased to see the damage is damn near healed. And maybe there's a little flicker when Vash says love's healing touch, a little reminder of the trade he's making - but aren't they all making tradeoffs every day? Isn't everyone balancing what they have to do to survive with what they have to do to live with themselves all the time?

What he needs right now is to go with it. Celebrate the fact that he lived, the fact that everything's out now and they're still here, in love. Cling to the joy they can find in each other, because it's better fuel for what they need to do than food or water. Sure, they could survive. Why settle for that when they can live?.

He skims his hands up over Vash's torso, fingers fanned like he's trying to cover as much area as he can, get as much of Vash as he can. And then he wraps those hands, tilts his hips up to tip Vash forward, and pulls him down into a kiss. ]

Good. 'cause I want you.

[ the wolf-whistle makes his cheeks go a little pinker, but there’s no instinctive flinch to cover up the way there might’ve once been. instead, he leans into that touch, soaking up the affection he can feel like a flower tipping its face up to the sun.

and then wolfwood is tugging him down, and vash goes willingly, responding eagerly to that kiss. physical affection is something that’s never gotten old — if vash had to guess, he doesn’t think it ever will. ]

Want you too. Always do. [ and he’s trying to get better at being bold enough to ask directly for what he wants, because wolfwood’s response always makes it clear that he likes it. ] But, if you’re still a little worried, I don’t mind letting you put in the work.

[ maybe he should specify how do you feel about me sitting on your face?, but he’s pretty confident he already knows the answer. ]

I dunno. Seeing you up there's got me all excited for it.

[ He still thinks very fondly of the time in the desert Vash had just ridden him until something happened - the way it seemed to spark something wild and frantic in Vash, they way it had felt to be on the receiving end of that. He'd like to try and get there again, but that sounds like a request for -

oh. Ohoho. ]

I always heard making a relationship work long-term takes compromise.

How about you take off those pants and sit on my face, handsome?

[ talk about side benefits to a guy who can read you like a billboard. just hearing wolfwood say it is enough to send another bright flare of heat blooming up from vash's core, and it takes him approximately 0.2 seconds before he's scrambling to obey. it turns out that it's tricky to get rid of your pants when you're straddling someone, but it's an area where long legs come in handy, and vash has got a surplus on those.

then it's just a matter of walking himself up on his knees until he's hovering above wolfwood's face, taking care where he places the prosthetics and bracing himself with one hand on the headboard. he's already wet, the petals of his cunt just starting to bloom, already dewy with excitement. ]

Like, uh, this? [ you don't actually sit on someone's face, right? what if you... smother them? ]

[ Oh, that's one hell of a view. Long, long legs either side of his face, the petals of Vash's pussy like he's never seen them before - a beautiful half-bloomed state, already glistening, showing his anticipation ]

Nuh-uh. Down. Sit. I can breathe through my nose. And if I forget, at least I go out happy.

[ His fingers itch to touch, but the idea of getting Vash to bloom all the way with his mouth is so fucking hot he fastens his hands on Vash's hips instead, gives a little downward tug. ]

[ he chokes on a laugh, mostly because down and sit makes it sound like he's a dog about to perform a trick, but. after another moment of hesitation, he can't bear it. wolfwood is plenty strong enough to drag the punisher around like it's nothing, so vash figures he can always throw him off if he really needs to.

so, he sits. and even that first contact is enough to make him whine out a needy little sound, struggling to keep still and not grind his hips down. ]

[ Fuck yes. Vash sits, presses the flower of his cunt against Wolfwood's mouth, and Wolfwood opens to it greedily. Lips grazing those petals, tongue coming out to lap over them. He'll never get sick of that taste; enough like a pussy to remind him what he's doing, sweetly floral enough to be unmistakably Vash. It's good, even better when he feels the way those petals respond to the drag of his tongue.

Beautiful. Even if he didn't have things he needed to protect, even if he didn't love Vash and everything about him, this alone would be worth staying for. ]

[ it was smart to get a grip on the headboard ahead of time. wolfwood dives right in to the task at hand, and that first lap of his tongue is enough to drag a needy little moan out of vash. he can't stop himself from rocking down against the other man's mouth, but he tries to keep the pressure light -- after all that talk about wolfwood living to see grey hairs and wrinkles, it'd be a bummer to kill him now. ]

Nico -- [ it's breathless, almost awed. the same way it always is, like every way wolfwood figures out to touch him that feels good is something he's invented just for vash. ]

[ Vash rocks down, and Wolfwood moans with it, but he can feel that Vash is still holding back. It'd probably be rude to take his mouth off Vash just to bark I SAID SIT at him, so he does the next best thing - tries to make it impossible for Vash not to grind harder against him.

Vash's different anatomy still works mostly the same, he's learned, bar a few exciting extras. But the differences just mean more to play with, and he starts stroking little loops with the tip of his tongue, weaving it through and around the petals. The way they react to it is amazing - fluttering, sometimes almost pressing into it like a kitten begging for more petting. Could be creepy, when you think about it like that, but it's hot - a sign that Vash is into it, he likes to think. ]

[ okay, it's obvious that vash didn't think this through. sit on wolfwood's face, sure, that sounds hot. but he hadn't considered the potential ramifications of smothering him, or that trying to hover like this is going to be an olympic test of strength and resilence when wolfwood is doing everything in his power to make vash's thighs go to jelly.

the little loops wolfwood is doing with his tongue are enough to make vash dizzy -- teasing around each sensitive petal and making vash's nerve endings buzz with a wash of sensation. it feels like intentional teasing that wolfwood doesn't press in further, lap up along his slit, especially when those petals try to furl open for him in invitation.

and there's only so much teasing vash can take. wolfwood skims his tongue teasingly over the soft insides of one of the petals, steering just shy of his slit, and vash forgets (briefly!) about the risk of suffocating him. presses his hips down harder, greedily, trying to get him to pay attention to the part that's begging for it. ]

[ That's more like it. Vash presses down against him like he's urging him on, and good behaviour deserves a reward, so Wolfwood gives it. Adjusts the trajectory of his tongue so the next lick travels right up along his slit, curling against the sweet little nub of him at the top - and again, firmer, so that his tongue presses in. Mouth too occupied to speak, but hopefully his actions communicate it clearly for him. Just like that, baby, use me. ]

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[ vash was planning to lift up again, just as soon as he'd gotten wolfwood's tongue where he wanted it, but it turns out to be a lost cause. because the second wolfwood starts applying himself to vash's slit, his brain sizzles and his thighs stop taking orders.

he moans out a ragged sound, rocking restlessly into the hot sweep of wolfwood's tongue. his other hand goes down to tangle loosely in the other man's hair, petting, desperate to mirror some of that affection back to him. ]

Nico -- Oh fuck, that's so good, feels good --

[ He's never thought of himself as someone who particularly relies on praise, but Vash is making a convert of him. If he opens his mouth a little wider it gives him space to press him tongue deeper into Vash, and sure, it's only a couple of inches - probably feels more like a tease than anything - but teasing's good, right now. He wants Vash frantic. He keeps it up, licking deep - and moans helplessly when he realizes he has to stop for a moment, because Vash is so wet that it's spilling into his mouth and he needs to swallow.

He's already aching hard, but that little realization has his dick twitching in his jeans so hard that he's halfway convinced it's trying to break out of there. ]

[ wolfwood presses his tongue up into him, and vash cries out, arching as the pleasure thrills up his spine. fuck, even the sloppy, wet noises of wolfwood eating him out are driving him crazy; he can't stop himself from rolling his hips down again, grinding himself right against wolfwood's mouth. ]

Nico, you're so good, you're -- ah -- always so good for me, shit, yes, please --

[ It's always the please that's the killer. Gets him every time. Once more deep plunge of his tongue into the sweet depth of Vash's cunt, and then he tips up a little to start working over his clit. Laving his tongue over it, firm and repeated. Might be fast, but one of the things he's learned is that Vash takes almost no time to be ready to go again - and none at all, if Wolfwood gets him off by sucking his dick. Will it work the same like this? When it's still tucked neat inside him?

No better way to find out, and he suckles around it, speeds the motion of his tongue to a flicking. ]

[ fuck. it's fast, but wolfwood always knows how to get vash off quick when he wants to, and it's never even occurred to vash to be embarrassed about it. wolfwood's tongue on his clit feels like little jolts of electricity leaping up through him; he gasps, fingers tightening in the other man's hair as that coil at the pit of his belly tightens --

and then it snaps all at once, and he cries out all over again as he tumbles sharply off the edge of that orgasm. trembling, thighs squeezing around wolfwood's head, fingers tight enough in his hair to pull. saying his name like it's a prayer: nico nico nico nico. ]

[ Ah, fuck. He'd mostly been joking when he made his little if I die, I die crack, but this would be a hell of a way to go. Vash pulling at his hair, squeezing his head between his thighs, pussy fluttering sweetly against his mouth. Vash said he can't make anything, but he sure knows how to make a damn good time. It's a little mean, maybe, but he keeps his tongue moving right through it - broader strokes now, because he's not willing to get Vash so overstimulated he actually crushes his head, but laving lovingly over those petals, the sweet wetness of his slit.

He loves this. Loves Vash, and can't think of a better way to prove it. ]

[ vash whines as wolfwood keeps lapping at him, dragging out the orgasm until he's trembling, until it's almost too much. each lick prompts a twitch and a jolt of his muscles, and he's a panting, whining mess as he tries to ride it out.

and when it's finally, finally more than vash can take, he can't get his thighs to... cooperate in the effort to push himself back up. so, gracefully, he decides to just fall right over to the side, just coordinated enough to remember not to thank wolfwood for his service by kicking him in the face. thankfully, it's a pretty decently sized bed.

so now he's sprawled in an ungraceful heap, face half-mushed against the mattress. still doesn't stop him from offering a rave review: ] Wow.

You know, Blondie, I think you've made that my favourite word.

[ Laughing as he wipes his face off on his hand. It's true, though. He's never heard an adult say wow as much as Vash does, and given the context of when he says it the most how could it not be at least in the top ten?

He stretches, rolls his neck a little. Rolls it a little more then, and starts laughing.

The residual ache from where he'd been shot? Gone. Ancient history. He sits up a little, hikes his shirt, and the place where the first bullet had gone in after shattering his vials is ... well, he's not sure.

Because he can't see it.

This has never happened before. He's still got all his old scars, the ones from before he met Vash. Maybe it's just how soon it happened after the initial injury, or the one-two punch of the drug and... whatever Vash has going on. Who knows? Somehow he doesn't think Vash'll be up to letting him get shot again for research purposes, so it'll stay a mystery until the next time. ]

What was that you said about love's healing touch?

[ the laughing is decent motivation for vash to un-smush his face from the mattress. he's not quite up to the task of sitting up all the way, but he shifts enough to be able to get a look at wolfwood, who is... looking at himself? and laughing?

he's... pretty sure psychosis isn't a sign of oxygen deprivation.

... but he's not one hundred percent sure, so now he's --

but the way wolfwood tugs up his shirt and goes hunting for that bullet wound clues him in. and now vash finds the energy to push himself up into a sitting position, reaching out to touch that smooth, unblemished skin like he can't quite get himself to believe it. ]

I don't --

[ he's confused, but also... pleased. he's never been able to do much compared to other plants, the scope of his powers always limited to things better left avoided and feared, so this? it... feels stupidly good that it's something he can do.

still. he looks up to make eye contact, voice purposefully solemn. ] Wolfwood. Don't start getting shot just so you have an excuse to eat me out. It's not worth it.

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