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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[ 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.

Respectfully, how the fuck would you know? If you're flexible enough to eat yourself out and you've never shown me, we're about to have a fight.

[ But he's still grinning, and he leans in to kiss Vash on the mouth. Joyful, loving, and full of mirth. It's such a silly thing, really, but it's beautiful. Vash only just finished telling him how he could only destroy, and here's the proof that he was wrong. Even if it never happens again, even if there isn't really much practical use for being able to heal people by having them go down on you, it's a wonderful thing. ]

It's called an educated gue --

[ but he's cut off (in the best of ways) as wolfwood leans down to kiss him. it's something vash is more than happy to take advantage of -- he reaches up to wrap his arms around wolfwood's shoulders and drag him back down to the mattress with him, stealing another kiss off his mouth as he does. ]

How many times d'you think we'd have to do it to heal 'em all? [ is he joking? it's hard to tell. ]

Only one way to find out.

[ And without further warning, he's peeling off his shirt and trying to skin off those jeans. Kind of a shame to get fresh clothes and have smeared precome inside them already, but it's worth it.]

We've got science to do, Tongari. Next time I get a scrape, I wanna find out if it's just eating your pussy that does it or if sucking you off works too. And is it only effective orally, or -?

[ He waggles his eyebrows, because there's no way to say would rectally work and still expect to get any action. ]

[ oooh! wolfwood peeling out of those jeans is a sight worth seeing, and he can't resist the urge to slide his hands down the other man's back and get two firm handfuls of his ass. and yes, he looks absolutely pleased with himself about it.

still! ] You sound way too motivated to get injured!

I'm gonna start taking away your all-access pass as a punishment.

Harsh. It doesn't have to be dramatic. What if I cut myself shaving? You're really gonna let me walk around with a scab on my face when you could just fuck me in the ass and satisfy my spirit of scientific inquiry and my lust at the same time?

[ And he presses back into Vash's grip as illustration. God, he's beautiful like this; happy, lighthearted. He knew it already, but it cements his desire to make sure that Vash looks like this as often as possible. ]

Next time I get so much as a mosquito bite, I'm sucking your dick. It's our duty.

This is really starting to feel like negative reinforcement...

[ it's halfway to a whine, but.

he pauses for a moment. if it's rewarding bad behavior, he... really shouldn't encourage it, but. ]

... you'd really want that? [ unable to help himself!!! ] Me to fuck you?

Are you serious? Only reason I haven't asked you to do it yet is I get distracted by your pussy. You take a lot less prep than I do.

[ Pause for a kiss, because it's cute that Vash somehow hasn't realized that Wolfwood wants everything with him - and also because he can't get enough of kissing Vash. ]

I've been thinking about it since that time I sucked your dick and it did that... thing. Couldn't help wonder if it'd do that inside me too. Bet it would feel incredible.

[ oh! oh!!!

listen, it's not something vash had spent a ton of time thinking about, but mostly because they've been having a lot of fun with the current configurations. but he's also desperately eager to do anything that wolfwood will let him, and the thought of being able to make wolfwood feel good in a brand new way?

it's time to break out wolfwood's favorite word again. ] Wow.

[ but then he's lighting up with eagerness, eyes bright. planting another kiss on wolfwood -- and then another, and then another, because it's hard to stop once he gets started. ] Let's do it! I wanna try it!

[ He's already laughing at the wow, and the kisses just make his smile wider. But then - ]

Oh hell yeah.

[ Possibly contradictory to his actions, since he rockets off the bed like it's on fire. But it's to get to the punisher, which he unwraps carelessly to start rifling through compartments. There's the one that's actually meant for keeping things in, which is stuffed with backup cash. Hm, maybe he should see about padding it, keeping spare vials in there. What he's looking isn't for in there, though. He pops out more compartments, muttering I'm sure I had- the fuck is it? - ammo compartment (no), the arm that holds smaller guns (no), and finally, where the battery for the laser is kept. ]

Huh. Glad that didn't leak.

[ Would have been embarrassing if he needed to laser something (someone) to save their lives, and it was all gummed up with lube. How'd it even -

that's not important. What is important is retrieving the little tube and jogging back to the bed with it. He grins, tosses it to Vash, and then assumes his most solemn, priestly voice; only a little worse for the fact that he's naked. ]

The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.

[ okay, listen. vash trusts wolfwood! but that doesn't mean the sight of wolfwood scrambling off the bed and going for the punisher doesn't warrant a startled little eek! and motivate vash into sitting upright. maybe they should have talked this out a little more beforehand!! vash didn't even think he had to clarify that the punisher is banned from bed, but --

oh.

he catches the little bottle, mouth forming a little oh as he realizes what it is. right, wolfwood's body can't do that one on its own, makes sense! whew, relief.

looking back up again, curious. ] There's a verse about using lube?

There's a verse for everything if you don't mind pissing off little old church ladies.

[ Which is, essentially, a no, but it's never stopped him. He hops back onto the bed with such enthusiasm he bounces, and tucks up eagerly against Vash's side. ]

Alright, Tongari. How do you want me?

[ wolfwood is eager about this! and that's cute, but it also absolutely lights up the part of vash that's always desperate to please. it's a thrill to find something that wolfwood wants this much that vash can give him, and he's just as enthusiastic to dive right in.

rolling until he's draped halfway across him, mostly just so he can steal himself a kiss. ]

What'll make it better for you? [ nosing affectionately up against his cheek. ] I wanna do it perfect.

Dunno.

[ It's great that Vash is nuzzling against his cheek, because it means they don't have eye contact for him to have to drop! Even if it does put Vash in prime position to see the way that cheek flushes a little. ]

Only ever done it one way when I'm on this end of it. From behind. Standing up, most of the time. Works, though.

[ hmmm. they could do that, sure. and it's not that it doesn't sound like it wouldn't be fun, but... it also doesn't feel like it'd let him cherish wolfwood the way he wants to. wolfwood deserves to lay back on soft, clean sheets and be worshipped; every inch of him kissed and petted, until he can't doubt the way that vash adores him.

so. ] Guess we'll just have to experiment!

[ which is all the warning wolfwood gets before vash is sitting up a little, grabbing at one of the pillows before wriggling himself lower. he's strong enough to be able to lift wolfwood's hips with one hand and wedge the pillow underneath them with the other, settling himself between his thighs and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to wolfwood's belly even as he uncaps the lube and spills some over the fingers of his natural hand. ] You'll tell me, right? If something hurts, if it's uncomfortable, if you wanna stop?

[ Oh, that's hot. The way Vash just lifts him with one hand like it's nothing. It sends enough of a spike of want through him that he moans when Vash kisses his belly, already sensitive to it. ]

'course. I know you're gonna be good to me, but I'll let you know.

[ If he wants to stop, that is. It's been a while, but it's always been the case that it's at least a little uncomfortable at first. You just gotta get through it to get to the good part. He reaches down, strokes fingers through Vash's hair, tender. It's... different. Different like this, with Vash. So kind and giving, so careful with him. Stupid, to feel more vulnerable about this than he ever has when he knows he's in safer hands than he's ever been in. ]

Wait, can you - [ Jesus. He's not a blushing virgin, why is he acting like this? His voice is gruff, wrapped in layers of grump to try and hide the delicate heart of it. ] - can you kiss me again, first?

Yeah! [ lighting up, like wolfwood has just asked if they can pause for donuts. ] Duh, of course!

[ and then he pounces on him, pressing their mouths together again with an eager sort of happiness. but the kiss itself is sweet and slow -- if he can, vash wants to pour all of how he feels into it. his gratitude for the way that wolfwood trusts him with this, the promise that vash is gonna do everything he can to make it good, his utter devotion and adoration. tall order, for a kiss, but if wolfwood doesn't get the message, vash will just use his words afterward! ]

[ He does get the message. Curls one arm around Vash, strokes through his hair with the other hand. It's good, warm and sweet, and it goes a long way towards settling those nerves he thought he was well past by now. He melts into it, and when he finally breaks the kiss it's with a sigh and a smile on his lips. ]

Thanks. I needed that.

You can, uh... get to work.

[ Romantic! ]

[ the smile makes vash smile in return. and he can't help but steal another kiss, but it's short and sweet. and then he pulls away a little, enough room to be able to give wolfwood a little salute. ] Yes, sir!

[ then he's working his way lower again, but slower, this time. kissing a slow trail down his body, stopping occasionally to linger over a scar or a spot that makes wolfwood squirm. one day he'd like to lay wolfwood out like this for hours, touch him and kiss him until vash has learned him all over, until he knows every inch of wolfwood's body as well as his own.

... but he's pretty sure if he tries that today, wolfwood might clobber him. ]

You're beautiful. [ it's a sigh against his skin, stupidly sincere. ] Can't believe I get to make you feel good.

[ He's not used to being fussed over like this! Vash is always doting, sure, but Wolfwood usually wrangles the upper hand, spends his time doing this to Vash instead. He understands why Vash wriggles around so much now, why he's always saying you don't have to. It's... a lot, to be the focus of this much attention, and he tries to reflect at least a little of it back to Vash, petting softly at his hair. Self-defense, maybe. ]

You always do. You're amazing.

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