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 That they test people, they can be withdrawn or outright rude, that some of them probably won’t even look at him.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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[ it's pretty obvious that vash doesn't mind. in fact, what's the opposite of minding? because -- ]

Yessss! I was born to be the fun parent. [ leaning forward enough to press a kiss to the tip of wolfwood's nose, grinning at him. ] See? We're the perfect match-up.

We really are, huh?

[ Still grinning. It's nice to... have it out of the way sounds wrong, like it's a hassle. And usually figuring out what someone wants and whether you're on the same page does feel like a hassle, but with Vash? It comes so naturally. Everything does.

He's gonna have to pretend, for Livio's sake. Can't burst his bubble by being immune to the teasing about being smitten, that wouldn't be fair. But that little kiss gets his attention, and he chases after Vash to kiss him on the mouth, warm and lingering. ]

[ there's a little laugh as wolfwood chases after him for a kiss, but he's prey that's happy to be caught. wriggling himself a little closer with a pleased sound, scraping his teeth teasingly over the other man's lower lip. ]

[ Vash scrapes teeth over his lip, and it happens again. That little mm, a sound he'd previously thought himself above making, but which keeps cropping up with Vash. It makes sense - if he's abandoned his caution for Vash, why not send his dignity off with it? He slips a hand up the back of Vash's shirt just to rest in the small of his back, draws the kiss out a little. He'd like to think it's just having a hot guy on his bed that's got him all fired up, but there's no denying at least a little of it is down to the conversation. Wanting all of this is new to him - not kids, he's always known he'd like to be a dad, but including someone else in that plan is brand-new in a way that feels exciting.

Gross. Not that it stops him from dragging the tip on his tongue over Vash's lip, licking into his mouth. ]

[ for what it's worth, vash is a big fan of wolfwood making the little mm sound. he even makes a little sound of his own in return when wolfwood licks into his mouth, reaching up to tangle a hand in his hair as he opens himself up to him.

it really is crazy that it's only been... seriously, three days? kissing wolfwood already feels natural, like something he's been doing forever. ]

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[ Okay, yup, he can see the appeal now, because when it's Vash making a little sound into the kiss it makes a little flare of heat shoot right along his spine. He hitches a little closer, slides his leg a little further between Vash's, but he does break the kiss just to laugh a little. ]

How are you so hot? You take classes on this, or what?

[ there's a little sound of protest as wolfwood breaks the kiss, but then... that. and vash has to choke on the laugh to keep from doing it right in wolfwood's face, because wow. what a line! with a charmer like this, it's no wonder he's already imagining what their kids would look like three days in. ]

Nah. I teach the hot classes. [ ehehe. ] You can call me Professor.

Professor, huh? I never did go to college.

[ He slides the hand on Vash's back down, gives him a cheeky little grin as he cups an asscheek instead. ]

How about it? Willing to take me on for private tuition? I'll be a willing and eager student.

[ the hand on his ass just makes his grin that much wider, and he shifts until he can rock his thigh up between wolfwood’s legs. ]

But you’re already hot. Natural talent. Don’t know if I’ve got anything left to teach you.

Sweet talker.

[ It comes out a little strained, because the feeling of Vash's thigh between his legs is enticing, and he can't help rocking against it. ]

Take me as a research partner, then. What was it you said? Sex science?

Let's make some discoveries together.

Oooh, my favorite kind!

[ and he leans back in to kiss him, hungry and eager, even as he rewards the way wolfwood rocks down against his thigh with another firm press. ]

[ Oh, that's good. He rocks against Vash's thigh again, halfway to just riding it - a thought definitely inspired by what's waiting for them in the bag - bites at Vash's lip, lets his hand ruck Vash's shirt up as it travels higher up Vash's back -

and then he pulls back, sits up enough to catch up that fluffy blanket and pitch it onto the floor. He's aware enough that it's a fussy, slightly goofy thing to do, so he tries to make a joke of it and puts on his best tough-guy face and drawl when he turns back to Vash. ]

Don't wanna get come on my blankie.

[ his... blankie...!

and okay, that's probably the weirdest thing vash has ever found hot in his life, but maybe he can just blame it on the wolfwood effect. but yeah, something about a tough, cool guy who wants to keep his fuzzy blankie safe and clean? it makes vash want to eat him up, like wolfwood is a fresh glazed donut right out of the oven.

which is why he flips them all at once so that wolfwood is the one sprawled underneath him, leaning down to kiss him, heated and eager. presses his thigh right back where wolfwood seemed to like it, rocking it up against him with a little purr at the way he can feel wolfwood already getting hard against him. ]

[ Success! Success better than anticipated, if he's honest, and he makes sure to file that away for future use. For now, he's happy just to give over to that kiss and moan into Vash's mouth at the delicious pressure of that rocking. Grabs at Vash's shirt until he can peel it it right off him, pulling him right back down into a kiss once it's done, hands roaming his skin. He likes it when Vash takes control - it feels like a flash of something Vash keeps hidden or tamped down, something that peeked out that first night in the bar when Vash got tispy and forward. ]

C'mon, professor. Let's do some research.

[ maybe vash is just kidding himself, but it almost feels like the moan is something he can taste. and he makes an eager little sound in response, even though it shifts quickly to a complaint when wolfwood breaks the kiss --

oh. shirt off! yes, good plan. and he's tugging wolfwood's off in turn, grinning at him. ]

Nico. [ pressing his thigh back up against him, firm. ] You in a hurry to get my dick inside you?

Yeah.

[ That's new to him, too. Not wanting, but being so open about it. With Vash, it feels like it's fine to be needy, like there's no need to try and protect part of himself like he could take it or leave it. He cups a hand at the side of Vash's face as he rocks against that touch, not bothering to hide how much he wants him. ]

Want you inside me. I want everything with you, goddamnit.

[ it's like... cute aggression, almost? but instead of wanting to smother wolfwood with a pillow, it turns vash on and makes him want to take care of him all at the same time. is there an opposite of cute aggression?

so he beams in response, swooping down to cup wolfwood's face in his hands and kiss him again, slow and tender this time. only pulling away once he needs the breath, pressing another little kiss against his forehead. ]

I'm gonna give it to you. Whatever you want, okay? Anything.

[ which means it's time to dig into their little bag of treasures! so he's reaching over to fetch the bag, settling himself right on top of wolfwood's hips and dumping out the contents on the bed next to him. dildo, vibrating egg, lollipops, cock ring, harness...

oh, wait. he's holding up the harness for inspection -- it's a kinda complicated-looking tangle of straps and... tubing. ] ... have you ever, uh... put one of these on?

[ He believes it. He does, with all his heart, and that's dangerous but it's... comfortable. That's a weird way to feel in the first exhilirating flush of new lust (and love, he can probably admit that), but it's there, and he's grateful for it. His soft smile take on an edge as Vash spills out the collection of treasures, and he props himself up to look as Vash dangles the harness. ]

Nah, but I've seen it done. Not with the ... [ CUM TUBES ] extras, but it can't be that hard.

[ One of the troubled kid camps he got sent on was real outdoorsy, lots of abseiling and shit. It's gotta be similar in theory, right? ]

I've got an incentive to figure it out, at least.

[ maybe vash shouldn't have been so bold about claiming to be a professor in this subject. he's going to be an embarrassment to his fictional phd if he can't figure these tubes out! ]

Do you think we... [ okay, it's immature, but he can't stop himself from giggling. ] ... have to mix up the jizz beforehand, or?

[ it's like a craft project for couples! ]

[ It's impossible not to snort a laugh at mix up the jizz and even less possible not to laugh at Vash's giggle, but Wolfwood can be task-focused about this! He snags the little bottle of ... jizz, gives the directions a scan. ]

Apparently it's easiest to get it on, then load it up.

[ A pause as he tries to figure out whether he's horrified or impressed. Maybe both, because: ]

And, uh, it's dishwasher-safe.

[ Hey babe, wanna put your dick in my dishwasher? Christ. ]

[ vash tries. he really, really does. because he wants to be Very Sexy about all of this, but.

the laughter erupts from him in a bright peal, and he has to flop off wolfwood and onto the bed as it takes right over. ]

Oh man, what a -- hahaha -- relief! That's the -- snnrk -- first thing I always worry about, if my dick is... [ hang on, he's giggling too hard to speak for a good twenty seconds. but finally, he manages to gasp it out: ] ... dishwasher-safe.

[ Vash's laughter - snort included - is so bright and beautiful that he can't help laughing along, even if he is a little haunted by the idea of putting a dildo that's been up his ass in the dishwasher. You'd have to do a load (snrk) by itself, right? You wouldn't put it in there with dishes.

Not the important thing! ]

Not the first place I want you to put it.

[ oh god. they're absolutely going to have to use wolfwood's dishwasher. if nai finds it in the dishwasher back at their apartment, he's going to ask questions, and --

fuck. it's not helping the giggles. ]

Ass first, dishwasher later. Roger. [ complete with a salute. ]

[ ASS FIRST, DISHWASHER LATER

HELP

he tried to stifle a guffaw of laughter, but all that means is it comes out close to a wheeze. But it's... sexy. Being like this with Vash - gearing up (literally, god help him) for sex but still close and laughing? It's sexy, and once the laughter dies down enough for it he grabs Vash and pulls him back in close to kiss him. ]

You're hot when you laugh. Let's get this dick figured out so you can fuck me with it.

[ it feels, weirdly, like wolfwood reached into his head and plucked out that brief flicker of insecurity -- that he was being too silly when he was supposed to be sexy -- and waved it away like it was nothing. almost like magic. it makes vash's heart swell in his chest, and he can't resist dipping back in to steal another kiss off wolfwood's mouth. ]

Nick. Nico. [ bumping their foreheads together. ] I like you a lot.

I wanna show you how much. [ and he takes the opportunity to bump wolfwood back down to the mattress, hands already moving to undo his pants so he can tug them off his hips. ]

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