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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[ 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.

Maybe you should save the praise for after I do a good job.

[ but he's teasing! mostly.

nipping playfully at wolfwood's hip before he finally settles himself flat on his stomach between the other man's thighs. nuzzling up against the base of his dick, pressing a fond little kiss there, just so it doesn't feel neglected. he was planning on maybe blowing him while he worked on opening wolfwood up, but now that he's here...

hmm. he's curious about something, and wolfwood did say it was their duty to experiment. for science! which is why he dips himself a little lower, lapping at the little furled entrance between wolfwood's legs. ]

Ah-!

[ He slaps a hand against his own mouth. It's good, instantly, making heat and want flare through him even amid the surprise of it. He bites the back of his own hand to squash the laugh that rises when he catches himself about to say the dreaded words - you don't have to - pulls his hand away to reach down and pet through Vash's hair. ]

Fuck. That feels good.

[ wow! with a reaction like that, how's vash not supposed to want to do more? which is why he presses himself even closer, the prosthetic hand splayed against wolfwood's inner thigh to keep him spread open as he laps against him again. greedy, eager, like wolfwood's a treat he's trying to devour. ]

[ It's a good thing Vash is holding him spread, because he can't help wriggling around. Rocking down like he's trying to get more of it, squirming away a little because it's so good it almost feels like too much. It's a strangely undefined sort of pleasure, less direct than a touch to his dick. A rolling, pulsing thing that he wants to go on forever and makes him desperate for more, all at once. Feels like if Vash kept at this long enough he'd get worked up enough from it that he'd come, but also like it'd damn near kill him if he did, so. For a long moment he just goes with it, trying his damndest to ride Vash's mouth, and then the need for more gains the upper hand. He tugs gently at Vash's hair, a counterpoint to the stroking. ]

More. I need - gimme a finger. Please.

[ he hums a pleased little sound at the demand, pulling away a little so he can oblige. shifting so he can take one of wolfwood's balls carefully into his mouth and suck, tracing over the ridges of his entrance with one slick finger.

and then, because he's a little shit: ] It's cute when you're greedy.

[ pressing in, slow and careful, purring as he does. ] Good boy, Nico.

Fuck did you call me?

[ Whether he means cute, greedy, or good boy, his attempt at protest is ruined by the fact that he sounds lovestruck, and the way he immediately tries to press down on Vash's finger. Dimly aware as he does it that it's weird, that he usually registers that first press as an intrusion, almost a necessary evil - but it feels good. Probably because of Vash's tender attentions with his mouth, but figuring it out seems like too much effort when he could just enjoy it.

Seems a shame not to share, though. ]

God. Feels good. I don't - I don't normally like this part. But you feel good.

Good. [ it's a croon, affectionate and tender. ] You deserve it. You deserve to feel good.

[ he's never done this, so he figures wolfwood will let him know when he wants more. the way he rocks his hips seems like enough of a hint, so vash rocks his finger obligingly, letting it slide in and out, nice and slow. pressing little kisses over the other man's hips as he does so, teasing towards his dick before he steers just clear again. ]

Little shit.

[ Said with boundless affection. Vash is teasing him, but he likes it - likes having the focus on the tender way Vash opens him up, rather than on his cock. He strokes through Vash's hair, petting, encouraging. The slow slide of his finger is good, and he rocks against it until the desire beats out the urge to savor it. ]

More. Another one, I wanna feel you stretch me. [ A laugh, low and huffed, but dirty. ] Want you to open me up to take you.

[ vash could tease him, deny him, make him beg for it. but he doesn't want to. he doesn't have to ask to know that wolfwood has lived a life of very rarely getting what he wants, and it's not like vash can make it up for it for this, but he wants to try. wants to do this over and over, until there's no doubt in wolfwood's mind that it's something he can have whenever he wants it. ]

Yeah? [ with a little grin of his own. ] Well, since you asked so nicely...

[ he draws that first finger almost all the way out, just so he can press two back into him. still careful, watching wolfwood's face to make sure he doesn't catch any suggestion that it's too much. ]

[ He makes a helpless, grumpy little sound when Vash draws that finger out, half convinced he's gonna pull it out entirely as punishment for Wolfwood's smart mouth. So it's an extra treat when he slides it in again with another, and his head drops back against the pillow as he moans with it. It's good - doesn't hurt, but there's enough of a stretch to make him dizzyingly aware of it, set his thoughts on how it's gonna feel when it's Vash's cock inside him. ]

Fuck. If this is what you give me for talking to you like that -

[ The hand in Vash's hair comes down to stroke against his face, gentle and loving. Seems backwards to cuss him out as a sweet nothing and use sweet nothings as ammo to egg him on, but that's what's happening. ]

Feels good. Should've known it would. Should have known you'd take care of me just like you always do, make it better than I knew it could be. You're always so good to me.

[ okay, vash knows that wolfwood knows exactly what to say to get a rise out of him, but that doesn't stop it from working. he moans a low sound in response, unable to stop himself from grinding his hips down against the mattress almost instinctively. wolfwood's so tight around two of vash's fingers that it's impossible not to imagine what it'll feel like around his cock -- will wolfwood like it as much as he likes this? more? just the thought makes him dizzy.

but he gets his revenge when he closes his mouth around the head of wolfwood's dick and sucks, scissoring his fingers gently to encourage those muscles to stretch. ]

[ Christ. Vash sucks at him, scissors those fingers into a stretch, and the sound he makes is so tightly-wound it damn near warbles. Vash is always good with his mouth, but that stretch just makes it more intense, amplifying it in a way that has him laughing breathlessly just with the shock of how good it feels. ]

Vash. Don't - don't make me come before you're inside me. Don't wanna come unless it's on your cock.

Whyyyy~?

[ it's a little sing-song, but he lets off. teases the tip of his tongue along the ridge at the head of wolfwood's dick instead, still rocking those fingers into him. ] You can come more than once, right?

[ He laughs, but at least it's a little regretful? Well, regretful, and dazed by that little swipe of Vash's tongue. ]

No. Not like you, not without a break.

[ Vash's fingers are still working in him, still so good, and he rocks against them. ]

Wish I could. Wish we could just spend all day making each other come, not stopping until we had to eat or drink or sleep. Wish I could do nothing except be with you -

[ vash mms a little sound, thoughtful for a second as he considers. and, well. just in case wolfwood shoots him down, he's going to go ahead and add a third finger in with the other two, just as gentle as before. ]

I've got an idea. [ considering the source, those should be two of the most terrifying words ever spoken. ] Let me make you come like this... [ he presses those three fingers deep, curling them up. ] ... and I can show you, okay?

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