i knew this would happen, still hard to believe it

[anthophilia]

[ 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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[spiculatus]

[ 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. ]

[anthophilia]

[ 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. ]

[spiculatus]

[ 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.

[anthophilia]

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. ]

[spiculatus]

[ 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.

[anthophilia]

[ He swallows. A herculean effort after all of that, but he's suddenly aware that if he doesn't he's gonna start drooling, and a man has to maintain a little dignity.

( tell that to let wet spot where he was mouthing against the pillow on their last go, see what it has to say. ) ]

Nuh-uh. What you did goes beyond fucking. That was...

[ The words for it haven't been invented yet. ]

makes me wish I knew when my birthday is so I could ask for it. Special treat.

[spiculatus]

You can ask for it whenever you want.

[ and he's stupidly earnest about this, because he wants to make sure that wolfwood knows. ]

You remember what you told me, once? Whenever you want, wherever you want. I'll find a place. [ kissing a lazy trail down the line of the other man's neck. ] I want you that much, too.

[anthophilia]

[ Those kisses are nice, but they're also pretty soothing, and he yawns hugely. ]

'preciate it, Tongari, but if we do that more'n once in a while I'm gonna have to trade the motorbike for a wheelchair. Feels like it's gonna be a full day before my legs work.

[ To say nothing of his ass. Doesn't hurt, but Vash hit his peak just in time - one more round and his hole would be tenderized. ]

[spiculatus]

It'd probably be a good idea to crash here for another day, anyway.

[ but that yawn is pretty telling! and cute.

vash squirms a little, enough to be able to grab at the blankets and drag them up over them both. tucking wolfwood in! pressing a kiss to his cheek! and then, innocent as an angel: ] But it won't take that long to get your dick back in action, right?

[ nicholas d. wolfwood is going to die. ]

[anthophilia]

[ He groans and pulls the sheet up over his head, but the grumpiness is betrayed by the way he snuggles in to the bedding and Vash, making himself cosy. ]

You'll have to sit on it.

[ And under the covers he presses his face against Vash's shoulder, plants a sleepy kiss there, and starts to snore. Not a honk-shoo mimimimimi to be found. ]