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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Oh, fuck.

[ just hearing wolfwood say it is so hot there’s at least a minor risk of vash losing it right then and there. he doesn’t! mostly because he’s desperate to do a good enough job to make sure that wolfwood will want him to do this again, but wow.

he draws himself back out, still slow, and even that feels like it runs the risk of breaking his brain. the snug ring of wolfwood’s entrance catches and drags over each of the ridged segments of his cock like wolfwood’s body doesn’t want to let him pull out, and it’s so good that vash can’t help but whine. and then? once he’s drawn himself back out almost all the way? he presses back in, slow and smooth, and it feels so good it makes him dizzy. ]

Oh. Oh, wow. Nico, you feel so good inside. Like you’re perfect for me.

Fuck, Vash -

[ It's unreal. Vash had been so careful pushing in that it had gone easy, gentle. He's still moving plenty slow - not exactly what Wolfwood would call fucking - but those ridges that had been so pretty to look at, so fun to rub curious fingertips or the tip of his tongue over, add a whole new dimension. They tug slightly at his rim when Vash draws out, rubbing at everywhere he's sensitive when he pushes back in, and he swears a new pulse of heat rolls through him with every segment. ]

Should have asked you to do this weeks ago. I can- can feel those ridges, fuck -

S’good?

[ which is kind of a stupidly obvious question, but vash’s brain is functioning far from its peak. wolfwood is like hot velvet inside, clutched impossibly tight around his dick, and every thrust feels like heaven.

at least he can agree with the sentiment! if he knew it felt like this, he would have been on his knees and begging for it as soon as they met.

wait, no, they got eaten by a worm pretty shortly after, didn’t they? … fuck, you know what, maybe even then.

he finds a rhythm, still doing his best to keep it slow, greedily drinking in the way wolfwood looks spread out underneath him. ] Want it to be good. You’re so good. You look so good like this, Nico, wish you could see.

[ He'd had done it in the damn worm if he knew it'd feel like this. ]

It's good. Better than I knew it could be. You're so good to me -

[ but wait! Inspiration! ]

Fuck, Vash, I want you to watch. If you - [ pause for a moan, because Vash is still moving in him and it's incredible - ] sit back on your knees - want you to watch your cock in me, stretching me out for you -

[ it takes him a second to process, but! once vash gets the idea, he’s shifting himself and leaning back —

and the sight in front of him is enough to make him moan. the way the once-tight furl of wolfwood’s entrance looks when it’s stretched out around the base of vash’s dick. the sight of it catching and tugging around those ridges as he slides it back. it’s like something out of a dream to see wolfwood’s body this greedy for him; it’s the kind of thing that makes a century and some change of bad luck feel absolutely worth it. ] Nico —

You’re so gorgeous. [ he can’t resist the urge to run the pad of his thumb along wolfwood’s entrance once he’s sheathed all the way back inside him, breathless at how good it looks stretched around him. ] You’re taking me so good like this. Can’t believe how good you are for me.

[ he can’t help but pick up the pace. it feels like he’ll go crazy, otherwise. ] You’re so beautiful, so tight, perfect. I love you, love you so much —

[ Ah, fuck. Just the look on Vash's face as he takes it in is worth it, heat and pride coiling tight in Wolfwood at the sight of it, but then Vash rubs over him where he's sensitive from being stretched tight around him and the pull of those ridges. That's intense, and he moans with it -

and then, because Vash is apparently determined to heap it on until he's utterly broken, he picks up the pace, and at this angle it drives his dick right up against Wolfwood's prostate, dragging over it ridges and all. It makes light spark behind his eyes and he arches up at the feel of it, growling with how good it is. ]

Fuck, fuck, just like that, you feel so good -

[ He's gonna lose it any minute now if he's not careful. Wants to bait Vash into fucking him hard, making him lose control -

but before he does, there's one more thing he's gotta do. He reaches up to Vash's face, rubs the tips of two fingers over his lower lip. ]

Open up for me, baby.

[ oh.

it’s obvious that vash has found a good spot, even before wolfwood’s words confirm it. the way he squeezes around him is enough to make vash dizzy, and he shifts his free hand to wolfwood’s hip to make sure he can hold him there as he tries to replicate that angle. again and again and again.

the pressure around the head of his cock is intense, almost unbearable for a long few moments, and then vash can feel the way it blooms in response to the squeeze of wolfwood’s body. the pleasure sharpens into something so good that it makes vash’s vision glitter with stars — every time he pulls back, those little tendrils hook and tease around wolfwood’s rim to keep him inside, and when he presses back home inside him, the drag of them makes him feel like his brain is sizzling.

so, at first, when wolfwood says open up? vash is so hazy with pleasure that he nearly whines i already did before his brain finally catches on. but then he opens his mouth obediently to let wolfwood’s fingers slide inside, lashes fluttering — as long as wolfwood lets him keep fucking him like this, vash is more than happy to let him do whatever else he likes. ]

[ Holy shit.

Something's happening. Probably the same thing that happened in his throat that time, but he can barely spare that a thought because it feels so good that thought seems a distant kind of thing that happens to other people. Other people who aren't currently stuffed full of the prettiest dick they've ever seen, feeling the head of it seem to swell inside them before that tension breaks and is replaced by the sensation of being stroked over inside, in a way that makes him whine and tip his head back.

He damn near forgets what he was trying to do, here. Rallies - rubs his fingertips over the soft plush of Vash's tongue, coos good boy at him, and then - casual as you please - drags one of his fingers against the sharp tip of an incisor on the way out. It doesn't hurt, exactly - stings a little, but whatever's happening inside him is so good it just blurs almost seamlessly into the pleasure of it, and he grinds down against where the swell of Vash's cock presses sweetly into him. Mission accomplished, he thinks he deserves a little reward. ]

Harder.

[ it’s lucky — very lucky — that vash promptly gets so fried by the sound of wolfwood calling him a good boy that he doesn’t process what he just did. (otherwise, there’d be a lot of panicking and screaming and possibly a little crying, and all of that is only sexy in the right context.)

vash moans at the demand, and how can he help but to obey? he pumps his hips into wolfwood harder, faster, feeling all of that dizzying pleasure wind itself into a tight knot in his lower belly. he’s panting, flushed — and gripping the headboard hard enough with his prosthetic that the wood is starting to groan underneath the strain, but he doesn’t even notice. ]

Nico, Nico — Can you come — ah — like this? Wanna make you come like this, wanna feel you come on my cock, please, fuck, you feel so good —

[ Vash seems only too eager to fulfil his request, and it's fucking amazing. The faster pace makes the drag and press of those ridges into a seamless thing that radiates out, and all the while those little tendrils are stroking firm over the most sensitive places inside him. The feeling of it fills him up, rolls out through his whole body, making him so sensitive that Vash feels much bigger inside him than he knows he could possibly be. The pleasure of of it is already coiling tight inside him when Vash asks, so much that his first attempt at answering is nothing more than a ragged moan.

He tries again - ]

Yes, yeah, you're so good - just like this, you're gonna make me come - fuck, you feel so big, - oh, Vash, fuck -

[ And then it's happening. The climax breaks over him, makes him arch and gasp, his body squeezing frantically around Vash, and he comes so hard he feels it spatter over his chest, right up to his collarbone. Too taken by it to speak for a moment, and then - ]

inside, inside, need you to come inside me -

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Fuck.

[ vash doesn’t think he’s ever heard wolfwood like this, falling to pieces and beautifully out of control, and the fact that it’s for him makes vash heady. but it’s not just that — wolfwood was already impossibly tight before, but his body squeezes, clenches down around vash, and it’s like nothing he’s ever felt.

there’s a sharp crack that vash is distantly worried is his brain but will later discover is the headboard, and then he’s coming. crying out sharply as he does it, pushing himself as deep into wolfwood as he can go and then grinding himself there, those tendrils greedily seeking along the other man’s inner walls. it feels so good vash can’t even get the words out — the only thing his brain remembers how to say is nico nico nico nico, and he’s practically sobbing it. ]

[ Okay, this was clearly a terrible mistake, because it's gonna kill him. He'll go out happy, but dead is dead. And he knows he's gonna be dead because just as one of the most intense orgasms he's ever had in his life starts to wind down Vash pushes in deep as he can go, grinding there, throbbing and spilling hot inside him, and the press and stroke of those tendrils inside him drags the orgasm out into something that thunders through his body like a heartbeat. It's too much, he's not built for pleasure this intense. He clutches hard at Vash, breath coming in sharp little gasps which almost definitely don't help how dizzy he feels with it.

Eventually it ebbs again, a sweet mercy, and as soon as he finds his voice he's using it for praise. Vash and baby and so good, so good for me, all slurred so much as to be near-nonsense, but worshipful in tone. ]

[ vash knows he needs to stop, needs to force his hips still again, but he can’t help it. he keeps them rolling in little circles, grinding himself deep inside, dropping his head to pant. ]

Nico — Fuck, you feel so good — [ it’s a whine, more pitiful than someone with their dick in someone else should ever sound. ] Are you — Can I still —?

[ wolfwood is about to learn the hard way why you maybe shouldn’t let the guy who can’t get off for keeps with his dick stick it in. ]

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Uh huh.

[ Slurred, sloppy. It's a mistake, probably, but after making him come like that Vash can have whatever he wants. There's a little edge to it too, the thought that Vash is this desperate, this insatiable, for him. The way Vash is still grinding himself in is well into overstimulation territory, but pride and lust have ganged up on common sense, beaten the shit out of it, and left it behind a dumpster. He slings an arm back up around Vash, not sure whether it's for affection or because he's trying to hold on for dear life. Does it matter? ]

[ vash is just cognizant enough to realize that thank you isn't exactly the right response, but he still has to forcefully choke back on the impulse. whenever they do anything in bed, it always kind of feels like wolfwood has led him right to the gates of heaven and then given him an all-access pass; sometimes, it's a fucking struggle not to plant his face right into wolfwood's chest and just start sobbing with gratitude right in the middle of whatever they're doing.

luckily! there are much better ways to express his appreciation, and vash is starting to get a pretty good handle on them. he goes ahead and hitches wolfwood's other leg over his shoulder, mostly just so he can bend him almost in half as he leans down to kiss him. groaning into his mouth as he lets himself fall back into the rhythm of fucking him, his natural hand sliding reverently over wolfwood's skin. ]

[ Okay, there's his answer - the arm he had around Vash's shoulders was hanging on for dear life. It's a failure, too, because Vash folds him up and starts fucking into him again and that arm slides right off him, falling uselessly to the bed.

They're definitely into too much territory, here. Every press of Vash's cock into him and drag out sends sparks of overstimultion through him, still good but hitting right against places that are so sensitive it skirts close to pain. But Vash kisses him, strokes over his skin like he's something precious, and it anchors him. He makes a little sound that might be a whimper, mumbles Vash's name.

He'd like to at least try to give as good as he's getting, but bent double like this he doesn't have the leverage (or the strength) to press back into Vash's thrusts. To do anything, really. There's nothing left in him to give - but there's a fierce sort of joy in that, in finding himself so drained he's nothing but a vessel for Vash to pour himself into. He lifts a shaking hand to the side of Vash's face, pets carelessly against it. ]

Love you.

Love you. Love you, love you, love you.

[ pulling back just a little, just so he can see wolfwood's face, because it's a sight worth drinking in. all of his usual sharpness has gone soft and hazy with pleasure, features slack and eyes unfocused, and he looks gorgeous. loose-limbed, trusting, willing to take whatever vash gives him; just the sight alone is an impossible high.

he ducks his face down against wolfwood's neck, drags his teeth across the tender skin there. ] Nico, you look so good like this. [ he huffs something that's almost a laugh, but it's adoring and fond. ] Almost like I fucked everything else right out of your head. Like you're not thinking about anything else but my cock inside you.

[ Vash scrapes teeth over his skin and he hums warmly with it, tips his head to give better access - or lets it roll, really. The feeling of it scatters bright sparks through him, and there's a pure kind of bliss in that - if it's already too much, why not have everything? He hums agreement. ]

Just you. Just your cock inside me. S'all I need.

[ He's never felt so fucking vulnerable in his life, but that's good too. He's useless, taken utterly apart by what Vash is doing to him, but to be this vulnerable and know he's safer than he's ever been is the sweetest surrender. ]

Good.

[ it's practically a purr against his skin, warm. still fucking him deep and firm, feeling that pleasure start to build itself up inside him again. ] Wanna come inside you again. Can I?

[ he catches at wolfwood's earlobe with his teeth, giving it a little tug. ] I think you can still take a little more for me.

[ He can't. He can't, it's impossible. Nobody could survive this. But Vash purrs warm at him, nips at his earlobe, fucks into him so good that it's the only thing in the whole world, and Wolfwood moans. ]

Yeah. Wanna feel it. Want you to fill me up. Need it.

[ vash groans back at him, as spurred on by the sound of wolfwood telling him he needs it as he is by the sweet clutch of the other man's body. there's a part of him that wants to drag this out for hours, just to see what wolfwood might look like at the end of it. he wants to wreck him, tenderly, break him down and rebuild him into someone who doesn't know anything else than what it is to be worshipped and adored.

but he can't help it. the way wolfwood feels around him, the way he sounds, the look of fucked-out pleasure on his face, it's all too good. and he only manages another few thrusts before another peak catches him, voice breaking around another moan as the feeling of it sweeps over him.

burying his face against wolfwood's throat, murmuring a reverent prayer of nico and so good and love you all the way through. ]

[ Oh, fuck.

Vash picks it up a little - only a little, because it doesn't take long - and then Wolfwood can feel it. Every part of it, his body so oversensitized by this that he can't help it. Vash throbbing inside him, that sweet, hot spill - and it's enough, it's enough just to know that Vash got what he needed, but deep inside him those little tendrils are pushing and pressing against his prostate like they're looking for something and he howls. It shouldn't be possible, he's too far gone, come too much already - not a drop left in him to spill - but the relentless pressure of it forces him all the way into another climax. It's an intense thing, something that wracks his whole body. Feels like the kind of thing that should be so much it hurts, but it doesn't. How could it hurt to break when the thing that shatters you is so sweet, so tender as Vash?

He's trembling as he comes. And when it eases, sweet and gentle, he just ends up twitching as he tries to tuck himself impossibly closer against Vash, soft little sounds curling out of his throat. ]

[ vash can feel it when wolfwood hits that final climax, and he croons something senseless that's meant to be more praise. it's way too tempting to collapse, but he makes sure to settle wolfwood carefully back down onto the mattress before he does. then he can go ahead and respond to the way wolfwood is trying to get closer by snuggling right into him, brushing soothing little kisses over his skin. ]

That's it. You did so good, you always do. I love you, Nico, so much.

Mm.

[ Vash unfolds him and Wolfwood's gone enough that he makes a little sound of protest at that, at the thought Vash is moving away, until he settles in close and coos at him.

He is off the planet. Nothing's ever left him like this - not the Eye's programming, not any of the (many) recreational substances he's tried, definitely never sex with anyone else. He clutches at Vash as best he can with his limbs turned to jelly, presses into those kisses like he's trying to burrow inside Vash and right into his heart. ]

Love you too, you fucker. Dunno what the hell you did to me.

[ The stunned awe in his voice should be enough to communicate that whatever it was, he liked it. ]

[ it's officially the first time anyone has told vash they love him and then immediately referred to him as you fucker, and he's hopelessly charmed by it. he keeps one arm snugly wrapped around wolfwood, but uses the other to stroke lazy fingertips over his skin -- no particular goal in mind, just petting. ]

Pretty sure I fucked you. [ he's pressing a smile against wolfwood's temple. ] Kinda hurts my feelings if you weren't paying attention.

i knew this would happen, still hard to believe it

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