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 That they test people, they can be withdrawn or outright rude, that some of them probably won’t even look at him.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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[ 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.

I never have been any good at knowing my limits.

[ He turns his face into that nuzzling, nuzzling back out of sheer instinct. It's good like this - safe, warm, close to Vash, and...

still dick out in the confessional of his childhood chapel. Whoops. ]

How's about we get squared away and head out? Better go soon, if we're gonna do some shopping on the way.

[ rude enough to snort a little laugh right into wolfwood's face, but sweet enough to give him a kiss to make up for it. and then he wriggles back off his lap, standing and making quick enough work of fastening up his own pants and smoothing out some of the rumpled look of his clothes. ]

C'mon, then! You still owe me a grand tour of your place, after.

[ A grand tour's gonna take about 30 seconds, given that Vash's bedroom alone is about half the size of Nick's whole apartment, but that's not the real draw. The real draw necessitates a stop on the way there, and there's a little store he knows that's just perfect. It's classy, as far as sex shops go; designed to be inclusive, there's no shop window full of mannequins in uncomfortable-looking lingerie, no shelves of porn on display. The setup is more like a gallery than anything - the shop front itself has one of each item on display so people can get a good look at them, each with a number, so shyer patrons can ask the staff to get a #453 from the back room rather than say they're in the market for an Anal Devastator Deluxe.

That doesn't stop him from freezing in the doorway and nearly pulling Vash right back out when he sees who's behind the counter, but it's too late. She's spotted him. ]

Nick! Hey, welcome.

[ He tries to shape his grimace into a smile. If he's gonna run into his ex while shopping for a strap with his new beau, he could probably do worse than the first girl who ever pegged him. At least he knows she knows her stuff. He rubs the back of his neck, awkwardness creeping over it like ants. ]

Hey, Alexis. New job, huh?

[ it's actually vash's first time in a sex shop! exciting! normally he's the type of guy to do his illicit shopping on websites that ship their wares in the most discreet boxes he can find, so this is new! and he's more than happy to go bounding right on in there like a golden retriever tagging along on a trip to the pet store, when --

wolfwood grabs a fistful of the back of his sweater and nearly strangles him trying to drag him backwards.

but once he's free again, he gives alexis a little wave and then peels off to examine the first display that looks interesting. it happens to be a selection of something called fantasy dildos -- there's one made to look like a tentacle monster, a sparkly one that boasts its ability to be popped in the freezer to better mimic the body temperature of one of the twilight vampires, a werewolf one with a fat knot at the base, and... ]

Oooh, look. [ tugging at wolfwood's sleeve. ] This one can lay eggs inside you.

In who?

[ Spluttered. That better be a general you! His ass is just fine un-egged, thanks! He follows Vash, trying to pretend like he's not aware that Alexis definitely just heard that and trying to be polite about acknowledging her gleeful instruction to let me know if you need any help! Any at all! with a little wave.

The shelf Vash has found is... exotic, to say the least. Nick had been thinking maybe one of those ones that vibrates at the base or has two ends, so it feels good for Vash too, not... (squinting at a label) Na'vi dick with body-safe glowing markings. ]

You've got an eye for the unique, huh?

In anyone with an alien kink, I guess!

[ he's crouched down in front of the display, taking a second to beam up at wolfwood before he goes right back to perusing. almost like a kid in a candy store, dazzled by all the options in front of him. ] People are really creative, huh?

They sure are.

[ It's a constant of humanity. Whatever you can come up with, there's someone out there who'll wanna fuck it. His eyes land on something that claims to be a unicorn horn - shimmery, long as his forearm and as thick at the base as his closed fist - and he worries nervously at his lip with his teeth. ]

Is this - uh - is this the kind of thing you were thinking of?

Huh? Oh, no! Unless it's something you're into.

[ scoot scoot scooting down a little more, over to the next display. ]

I was thinking of something kinda more regu --

[ he's now face-to-face with a dildo that calls itself The Punisher, a thick and veiny specimen that's a whole foot long and as wide as a soda can. (between his legs, his pussy threatens to close up shop forever if he even considers it.) ] Wow.

[ Nick sighs with relief when Vash says no, his asshole relaxing from a state of clench he hadn't known was possible until now. And then there's that wow from Vash, and Nick follows his gaze and feels his eyebrows rise all the way to his hairline. ]

Wow's right. You could knock a man out cold with that thing. Christ.

You think some people actually put that in?

[ and don't go to the hospital afterwards???

listen, he gets that things downstairs are very stretchy and very durable, but... wow. ]

What d'you think, Nico? [ beaming up at him, innocent as an angel. ] If you picture me with a dick, do I give you Punisher vibes?

Bet they've tried. Whether they survived is somethin' else.

[ He looks down at Vash's face as he speaks, and it's a mistake. Vash is smiling up at him, sweet and innocent, and he barks with laughter. He doesn't look like a Punisher. He looks like the kind of dangerous service top who'll fuck you into a puddle and then act like he accidentally kicked a puppy when you can't walk right the next morning. ]

Definitely not. Big, yeah, you're tall. But punishing? No chance.

[ hey! you can't laugh at someone's imaginary dick! that's a serious boyfriend crime! punishable by...

... vash sticking out his tongue at him. ]

That's what you think! I normally wait until the third date to tell people about my collection of whips and chains.

[ but... okay, okay. ooh, these are cute! it's an array of dildos, all jelly-translucent and in various bright ombres. some of them even have glitter! and wolfwood can relax, because they're all a respectable but sane five or six inches. ]

[ See, he might have paused over that whips and chains comment - you never know with rich people, after all, even if Vash mostly seems rich-by-association - but the way Vash's eyes light up at the smaller, saner, prettier dildos is a dead giveaway. He doesn't want a Punishing dick. He wants a cute dick. It's a relief, and it's very Vash. ]

This is more your thing, huh? Shoulda guessed your dick would be as pretty as the rest of you.

[ He moves behind Vash and loops his arms around his waist. It... does mean there's a little craning involved if he wants to look over Vash's shoulder, but that's a small sacrifice to make. ]

Up to you, but I was hopin' we could get one that does something for you too. 'cause I want it to be good for you, but also 'cause I gotta feeling that if you have the means to fuck me with no chance of coming yourself, my ass is in serious peril.

[ ehehe. ]

Y'know... [ with a look of Very Serious contemplation. ] I heard if you can get a guy off enough times in a row, he'll end up coming where nothing actually... y'know, comes out.

I wonder if I could make you do that?

Peril confirmed, huh.

[ It's... not as scary as it should be. Vash is a sweetheart, after all; if he destroys Nick's mind (and bootyhole), he's probably gonna be real sweet about it after. There's worse ways to get wrecked. ]

Can't believe I'm about to say this, but I'm down if you wanna try.

[ vash lights up like a kid on christmas morning. ]

Cool! It's kinda like we're doing... sex science.

[ okay, grabbing one of the dildos -- red is his favorite color, but a red dildo kinda seems like it might look scary when you're shoving it inside someone, so he goes for a purple one -- and then dragging wolfwood over to the next aisle. which is...

... oooh, lingerie. wolfwood's kinda got the tits to pull it off. would it be insulting to tell him that? ]

Hn.

[ There's a lot of very delicate-looking things in here. Nothing he expecially wants to suggest Vash should wear (even if he'd look cute as hell in that complicated-looking thing made mostly of straps and artfully-placed lace-and-embroidery flowers) given Nick still doesn't know what might kick off some dysphoria and what's safe, but his eyes do land on a shiny latex number that's pretty clearly modeled after a nun's habit. He points, raises an eyebrow. ]

Would that have added to the experience, or ruined it?

[ Nuns don't take confession, but if there's a sexy priest costume out there it's probably distasteful. ]

[ vash's attention actually catches on the same piece of lingerie, mostly just out of appreciation for the flowers. it's not something he'd really considering wearing on his own -- not for dysphoria reasons! it just seems unfair to ruin something so soft and pretty by making it sit next to his ugly collection of scars.

but! the nun's habit gets the giggles out of him, abandoning the lingerie to throw his arms around wolfwood's shoulders and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. ] Added to it! For sure!

You think we can sneak it in under your clothes next time?

Absolutely not. Thing looks hot. And squeaky.

[ Imagine trying to play games with the kids with that under his clothes! Aside from the fact that it's make him feel like a gigantic pervert, one round of that dancing game would have him squeaking like a dolphin doing tricks for fish. And then the kids would know something was up, try and figure it out, and if anyone cracked the case he'd catch a lifetime ban. ]

We'd have to borrow someone else's confessional.

[ squeaky! that means the giggles are here in earnest, and he ducks his face down into wolfwood's shoulder to try and stifle them. it's mostly a losing battle, but! vash gets the feeling wolfwood isn't gonna mind. ]

Guess it works out that I'd rather see you naked, anyway.

C'mooooon. [ off to explore the next aisle! this one's a little more relevant for their purposes; a bunch of toys designed for people with pussies, and vash is curious enough to abandon his hold on wolfwood to browse. ehehe. probably no need to get one of the clit sucker thingies when he's got wolfwood around, right? but he pauses over the vibrators, considering. bullet vibes, vibrating eggs, vibrators...

wow, people are really good at inventing stuff that vibrates. ]

Now that I can do.

[ Through laughter, because Vash's giggles are infectious. Then his eyes light up in the next aisle; row after row of things that fill his head with thoughts of these little devices as helpful allies in the quest to get Vash to come so many times he's a drooling mess. He tries to pay attention to what Vash's attention goes to, hoping to glean some hints, but it seems to be everything. Like a kid in a candy store, here. He doesn't want to interrupt, but he does lift a hand to rub his fingertips over the buzzed-short hair at the back of Vash's head. ]

See anything you like?

Dunno! [ he leans back into that touch with a pleased little sound, eyes falling half-shut like a puppy getting scritches in just the right spot. but then he cuts a mischievous little look at wolfwood, mouth tipping up into a grin. ] S'hard to imagine any of these things making me come harder than you can.

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