fourstrings | spent twenty years trying to get out of this place

spent twenty years trying to get out of this place

[ Taking Vash to the orphanage has gotta be one of his best ideas of all time.

He’d warned Vash on the way over that the kids can be wary of strangers. That it’s not like in old movies where every adult who comes in is a potential parent and everyone’s on their best behaviour, hoping to make themselves seem like a good choice. That they test people, they can be withdrawn or outright rude, that some of them probably won’t even look at him. Because more than they remember the kids who were there and got adopted, they remember the tiny handful who got adopted and came back, quieter now, feeling like there must be something wrong with them, something that makes them bad, and they learned too soon that sometimes it’s better never to have something than to have it and lose it. But they’d arrived and there’d been the usual cries of Nico! Nico’s here! and they’d clustered around, and the kids had known exactly what Nick had known: it didn’t take more than a minute to know Vash was good.

As predicted, they’d asked if Vash was his boyfriend. Well, they’d told him. Oooh, Nico’s got a boooyfrieeend, and he’d just looped his arm around Vash’s waist and said yep. A good one, and they’d gone nuts for approximately 30 seconds before dragging Vash off for a guided tour of the bedrooms, the rec room, the animals - a couple dogs who loved Vash just as much as the kids do, the chickens who are so used to little hands that they’ll wander right up for pets.

Best of all had been Theresa. Seven years old, still full of childlike innocence but old enough now to be wary of her differences, to know how cruel the world can be, used to new adults giving her a tight smile and saying hello, sweetheart before their eyes slid right off her, unwilling to look at the prominent scar on her face. She’d been quiet as usual for a good chunk of the morning, but when they’d all sat down for lunch and a small round of bickering broke out about who got to sit next to Vash, she’d skipped the queue with the determined and slightly stilted gait her prosthetic leg gave her and claimed her place at his side.

Nick’d had to excuse himself to go get an extra pitcher of water for the table just to avoid pissing her off with the gooey look on his face.

Later, there’d been games, the kids laughing delightedly as Vash and Nick followed along with little dancing animated characters and then absolutely destroying their scores. Reading, which Nick used as an excuse to show off a little. The Big Bad Wolf got a Clint Eastwood drawl, the three little pigs developed a tendency to call each other pardner, and in a new twist ending Little Red Riding Hood showed up armed with a six-shooter, scared the wolf away for good, and was made sheriff of New Pork. When it was time to leave and the kids tried to make Nick promise to bring Vash next time Nick said he would if he hadn’t scared him off by then, and Theresa deployed the savagery of a child with a good vocabulary and slightly lesser social skills by turning to Vash and saying you know where it is now. You can come without him.

Then as promised, Nick takes Vash to the chapel. It’s small; it doesn’t need to be big, because thankfully the orphanage is never quite full. It’s pretty, though, and built with children in mind. Low pews for little legs at the front, and the stained-glass window is a lamb slumbering peacefully in an emerald field, a lion’s face making the sun in the sky, framed in red roses that are the only visible reference to thorns - no crucifixes here, because Catholic as they may be someone apparently put their foot down about scaring the kids. There’s a little confessional but it’s seldom used; the kids aren’t required to go in there at all, and at least in Nick’s days it was primarily a place to hide and make out. Or other things – Nick’s at least 75% sure he’s the reason there’s a smoke detector in there now. And of course, the little shelves with their little candles, flickering in their jars. It’s probably not the done thing to have open flames anymore, but when your whole organization is dedicated to making a place of peace and healing for children who’ve lost everyone, sometimes tradition is important.

Nick slips his hand into Vash’s as they enter, and he can’t quite hide his affection for the place. He may be very, very lapsed, but good memories last. ]

Huh. I haven’t been in here for years, but it hasn’t changed. Feels like I’m a kid again.

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[ good to know! just in case, you know, desecration ends up becoming a regular thing.

and vash is maybe considering expressing this opinion out loud, but then wolfwood slides a finger up into him, and every thought burns away in a sizzle of heat. vash whines and rocks down against his hand, trying to chase more. ]

Nico — [ at least he remembers to drop his voice lower for this, a filthy murmur right up against wolfwood’s ear. ] Doesn’t fill me up like you did.

[ with a little squeeze around his dick for emphasis. ]

Nah. But I bet I can make it good anyway.

[ And he's going to try and make it good fast, because he doesn't quite have the heart to ask Vash not to touch him but his willingness to profane a holy place does have a line, and it's shortly before having to clean his own jizz out of the confessional. It's with that thought in mind that he just goes ahead and adds another finger, starts working them inside of Vash. Licks a hot line up the side of his neck and nibbles gently at the skin there, nuzzles against Vash's ear. ]

What do you think? If I make you come like this, are you gonna be thinking about me all the way home? Get hot enough for it to just pin me down and ride me? Or maybe we could make a stop on the way, pick you up something to fuck me with. Hell, why not both?

Both.

[ he blurts it out, greedy, but how's he supposed to help it? he wants wolfwood every way that he can can have him -- ways neither of them have even thought of yet. just this is enough to have his thighs shaking; wolfwood always touches him like someone gave him a manual beforehand and he's been studying it religiously ever since. he can't stop his hips from rocking, trying to ride the other man's thick fingers, clumsily trying (and failing) to stroke wolfwood in some kind of accompanying rhythm. ]

You're so hot, want you so bad. Nico --

Soon, baby. You're so good. Feel good, too. So hot and went inside.

[ This standing-up-angle limits how much he can finesse what he's doing, but Vash seems plenty into it anyway. So maybe it's enough, if he just cants his hand so that his fingers stay working inside Vash as the thick heel of his thumb rubs against his clit. ]

I wanna make you come just like this. Watch your face, hear you. Carry it with me to keep me all hot until you get the chance to take revenge.

[ if there's any chance of having a defense against this, then vash sure as hell hasn't found it yet. just the praise is enough to make him mewl, but then wolfwood shifts his hand up a little and makes sure his thumb finds vash's clit, and... that's pretty much game over.

this is one of those times where it's really aggravating not to have more than two hands. because the prosthetic is doing the very important job of clinging to wolfwood and trying to keep vash upright, and even though he'd like to keep his other hand working on wolfwood's dick --

he's forced to tug it free just so he can press the back of it to his mouth and muffle the little shout he makes as he comes, hips rutting greedily down against wolfwood's fingers. ]

[ Vash muffling his cry does nothing to make it any less hot. He's so gorgeous - the flush in his cheeks, the way he rocks hard against Nick's fingers, greedy for it. He hooks his free arm around Vash's waist, making sure he can hold him up if he goes all wobbly-legged, and maybe it's not quite the done thing for what he planned as a dirty quickie but he keeps those fingers moving too - gentle, slow, wanting to ease him through it rather than just call it a good job well done and pull out right away. ]

There you go, sweet thing. Beautiful.

[ But he can't help trolling just a little. If they're gonna do sacrelige, might as well do it right. He buries his face against Vash's, so his mouth is close to Vash's ear, speaks low and quiet. ]

God, the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son has reconcled the world to Himself and poured out the Holy Spirit for the forgiveness of sins. Through the ministry of the church may God grant you pardon and peace, and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

[ If he's not a real priest and he leaves off the Amen at the end it's not too likely to call down a lightning bolt, right? ]

[ he does go all wobbly-legged, so at first he’s very grateful for the way wolfwood loops an arm around his waist and presses closer. but then comes… that, and vash groans a little sound of protest. ] … is this how they teach Catholics to convert people?

[ it’s devastatingly effective.

but with wolfwood holding him up and no need to stifle himself, his hands can go sneaking back in the direction of wolfwood’s pants. ] … if you’ve already cleaned my slate, that means I can get away with blowing you in here, right?

[ trying for his best pretty please expression. ]

Only the bad ones.

[ But that next thing makes him snort a laugh, even as it makes his dick twitch with interest. It wasn't the plan, and he should say no... but that look Vash has on his face, like letting Vash suck his dick is absolutely the nicest thing he could do for Vash, is tempting as hell. ]

I don't think the prayer of absolution counts if I'm knuckle-deep in the best pussy I've ever come across while I say it, but you make a convincing argument. You sure? The longer we're in here, the bigger the risk of getting caught.

[ the grin vash flashes at him after that might as well be straight from the devil himself. ]

It's not my reputation on the line.

[ which is all the warning wolfwood gets before vash plants a little kiss on his mouth and then drops right to his knees, already reaching inside his pants to draw his dick out. there's an appreciative little hum at the sight of him, and vash dips forward to run the flat of his tongue over the slit at the crown of wolfwood's dick. ]

Oh, fuck.

[ Maybe he should be a little more concerned about how cheerfully Vash announces that he's willing to put Nick's reputation on the line, but he's too preoccupied with the way just that lick makes one of his knees kick in dangerously. Probably cheating after he made Vash stand through the whole thing, but if he's gonna get through this without falling over? He definitely needs to sit, and plonks himself down on the low bench in the confessional, making sure his knees are spread enough to give Vash room between them. ]

Good thing I'm already out of the game. You'd have me quitting in no time.

S'kinda hot, though.

[ he scoots himself closer as wolfwood plops down on the bench, settling between the spread of his thighs and reaching up to wrap his fingers around the base of the other man's dick. and then, maintaining direct eye contact, he licks a slow line up along the underside of wolfwood's dick, that devilish little smile never leaving his face. ] Tempting the devout priest into sin.

[ Oh, hell. Well, on the bright side, if Vash keeps looking at him like that this is gonna be over too fast for him to worry about getting caught. He threads a hand into Vash's hair, stroking soft as the drag of Vash's tongue makes him hum warmly. ]

Can't be a sin to want you. Angels'd have a hard time saying no.

Wouldn't be much of a temptation if it was easy to resist, huh?

[ but! as funny as it might be, he doesn't really want to end up getting a scolding from miss melanie about improper use of the confessional. time to get serious about this! it helps that he actually has some experience here -- it turns out that people have lower standards for who they're willing to let go down on them, so this is where most of his forays into fooling around had ended up.

it's nice to be able to put it to use on someone he really likes. so he drops his head a little further and takes wolfwood's dick into his mouth, going ahead and letting him slide inside until he feels the head nudging at the back of his throat. then he gives a pleased little hum at the feel of him there, blue eyes flicking up to gauge his reaction. ]

[ Nick's reaction is one of shock. Deeply aroused shock, but still! Vash just takes him easy right off the bat, mouth warm and wet and welcoming, big baby blues looking up at him. Admittedly they haven't had much time apart since their first meeting for him to have too many fantasies about Vash, but the ones he did manage pale in comparison. ]

Oh, fuck. You don't mess around, huh? Feels good. Looks good, too.

[ vash doesn't have his mouth free to answer, but he does offer him a wink. and then he sucks around him, pulling back slowly until wolfwood nearly pops free of his mouth. once he's there, he takes the time to tease at the head with a slow swirl of his tongue, then it's back to letting wolfwood's dick slide back into the wet heat of his mouth all over again. building up a rhythm just like that, slow and steady. ]

[ Vash sucks and Nick's head falls back, thumping against the wood of the confessional wall. It's intense - more than he's normally up for so early on, but it somehow manages to be just right. Kind lines up with this whole experience, really - too much too soon is just perfect when it comes to Vash. He starts petting through Vash's hair, stroking over his scalp and ruffling up those silky blond strands, forces himself to tip his head back up so Vash can see his face, since it's already obvious Vah likes to see the results of his work. ]

God. You got no business having a face like that and a pussy like you got and sucking dick this good. I'm ruined. There's never gonna be anyone else for me.

[ the sound he makes is almost a purr around wolfwood’s dick, pleased with himself. he’s always been into this — making other people feel good, knowing it’s because of him — but somehow? it’s so much better just because it’s wolfwood.

three days! and he’s already one hundred percent confident that there’s never going to be another dick he likes sucking even half as much.

he gives the base of wolfwood’s dick a little squeeze with his hand, taking him a little further on that next slide down. groaning a low noise around him at the way wolfwood fills his mouth, lashes fluttering as a little thrill of heat goes through him. ]

[ That hum of a purr doesn't exactly help! The vibration of it just adds to the experience, and when Vash gives him a little squeeze and takes him even further? ]

Vash. That's good, baby, you're so good. Just like that. You're gonna make it real quick, treating me this good. I don't mind. You should know you're better than I can handle.

[ One of his hands has been gripping tight at the edge of the wooden bench, but with Vash working him over like this and making that warm pleasure unfold in him, any hand that isn't on Vash seems like a waste. He brings it up to stroke soft over Vash's cheek, trail over the side of his neck, one thumb coming in to brush over his throat. He wasn't kidding - it's gonna be fast enough that he'd usually consider it embarrassing, but he feels like that's okay, when it's Vash. That there won't be any judgment, any disappointment. Just the joy of getting to do this for each other. ]

[ normally, he'd probably wanna drag this out -- it might be kinda fun to see how growly wolfwood gets when you edge him! -- but he'd already said they better do this fast if they don't want to get caught. so he's happy to try and push wolfwood over that edge as fast as he can, making a little mmmhmmm just to prove he's a man on a mission.

speeding up the pace a little! and sucking greedily around him, enough for the sound of it to be audible even with his mouth still around him. ]

Vash, baby, please -

[ It's not just that it's good, the way Vash sucks around him and moves over him building the pressure of that swelling pleasure deep in his belly. That's great! It would be great all on its own! But there Vash is, looking like he loves it, like there's nothing he'd rather be doing than sucking dick - and Nick's dick, in particular - and it puts an edge on it that he can't fight. He doesn't bother trying. Keeps petting at Vash, tender hands to encourage him even though it looks like he doesn't need any encouragement at all, and the bliss of it swells and swells in him. Eventually, he's not even aware that he's rocking gently into Vash's mouth - not far enough to choke, not an attempt to get any deeper, just a mindless indication of how far he's lost to it. ]

Vash. [ Heated, but urgent now. Warning. ] Vash, you're gonna make me come -

[ oh, that's hot.

not just the way wolfwood says his name, almost like it's the kind of prayer this confessional was meant for, but the way he rocks his hips up into vash's mouth like he isn't even aware he's doing it. if they were somewhere better, he'd almost definitely slide a hand between his legs to touch himself, but!! that would just start the whole horny cycle all over again!!

so, instead, he just focuses all his efforts on getting wolfwood over that peak. moans a low noise around him that's meant to double as encouragement and also as proof of how much he's enjoying this, sucking eagerly around him like there's nothing he wants more than wolfwood coming down his throat. ]

[ Well.

He already knew Vash was about the hottest person he's ever known, but that's just over the top. The way Vash reacts to him saying he's gonna come by moaning, doubling down like he wants it even more than Nick does? It tips him right over the edge. It builds, builds and builds, and he pets through Vash's hair murmuring baby and so good and so beautiful - and then it crests, his orgasm spilling through him, and as much as he wants to keep looking at Vash through it his head tips back and his eyes roll up, his mouth wide in a silent o of pleasure as his whole body goes tense with it. ]

[ vash makes a little gratified sound at the feeling of wolfwood coming for him, closing his eyes for a moment as he swallows down around him. the taste of it is salty, a little bitter -- but it's good, just because it's a sign of what he did for someone he lov --

wait, no! three days!

he suckles at him gently, working wolfwood through it and wringing out everything he can, until those pulses die off. and then he pulls back to finally grab a proper breath, before he promptly scrambles right up into wolfwood's lap -- straddling him with a knee on either side of his hips, and pressing a kiss to his mouth. ]

[ He's actually trembling a little by the time Vash is done - man knows how to draw it out good - so it's a welcome comfort when Vash climbs up into his lap. He curls his arms around Vash, kisses him back deep, relishing the taste of himself there - come's just as gross as he remembers, but better via Vash. ]

Damn. That was - [ He laughs, soft and warm. ] That was so good I can't think of the words to say how good it was.

Yeah?

[ he's obviously pleased with himself. nuzzling into wolfwood's temple, arms looped around his shoulders, a smile on his face. ] You should see what I can do when I don't have a time limit.

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