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 That they test people, they can be withdrawn or outright rude, that some of them probably won’t even look at him.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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[ oh!! he already has drawer-rummaging privileges, huh? vash can recognize that for the badge of honor it is! it's a shame to have to clamber off wolfwood to go fetch, but lube is kinda an important step if they want to go any further!

but he returns after a moment, triumphant!! and he brought the buttplug with him, because he didn't want her to feel lonely in there. placing her with the rest of their haul, and then settling right back down between the best pair of thighs vash has ever seen. ]

Not your first rodeo, huh? [ not that he sounds particularly threatened. unless wolfwood likes using the buttplug on other people?? but he'd sounded pretty hype when he'd offered to let vash go to town on him with a strap before, so...

ehehe. promptly leaning in and licking a long line up along the underside of his dick. almost like a greeting! hi again, it's me. ]

Nah. So you don't have to-

[ worry about being gentle with me, he was going to say, but then Vash leans down and licks a hot stripe up his dick and the rest of the sentence gets lost to a groan. One of his hands moves down to pet through Vash's hair, and he laughs quietly. ]

I gotta stay ready with you around, huh?

[ it's a good thing wolfwood didn't get the rest of the sentence out, because the rest of the sentence was dumb. vash wanting to be gentle with him never had anything to do with how much experience wolfwood might've had -- it was just because wolfwood is a sweet guy who deserves someone who wants to be gentle with him, that's all. ]

S'hard to resist, that's all. [ and he presses a little kiss to the head, but then he wriggles his way a little lower. nuzzles almost playfully up against wolfwood's balls, and then shifts until he's able to catch the skin of his taint in his mouth and suck. ]

Oh, fuck.

[ It's unexpected, but it's good. Vash just goes right for it and Nick find himself spreading his thighs wide without even thinking about it, shamelessly inviting more. It's delicious just as it is, though - Vash working through things that are amazing, but not anything that'd make him come, like he's trying to make sure Nick's all riled up by the time Vash finally puts it in. In truth, just the thought of Vash fucking him would do the job, but he's hardly going to object. The slow build of it is incredible, every touch stoking the want in him that much higher. ]

Vash-

[ oh, that's hot. wolfwood spreads his thighs open for him, laying himself open for vash, and it makes a little flare of heat sizzle up his spine. if he's honest, this is another first, buuut... it seems like he's doing good so far? and it also seems like wolfwood is giving him carte blanche to explore, so!

a little lower, then. reaching up with his prosthetic hand to spread wolfwood just a little further apart for him, making sure he's got all the access he needs when he licks a hot stripe up over wolfwood's entrance. ]

[ It's all been good so far, but that actually gets a whimper. And there's part of him that wants to tell Vash he doesn't have to, but it's drowned out - by the part of him that's convinced they're already close enough, good enough together that Vash wouldn't be doing it unless he wanted to, and the part of him that might genuinely cry if Vash stopped.

He keeps petting at Vash's hair, praise and encouragement both, draws a shaky breath. ]

That's good, baby, that's so good. You're so good. Fuck, I should have come over the day your store opened. Just begged you for it right then and there.

[ fuck. vash isn't even sure which is hotter, the sound of that whimper or the way wolfwood praises him. both! they're both hot, and vash wants more.

too bad his mouth is occupied with his current task, because that keeps him from being able to say so. but actions speak louder than words, right? so he starts a steady pattern of licking firmly over him there, occasionally pausing to teasing the little ridges of his tight furl with the tip of his tongue. he reaches up with his other hand to wrap his fingers around wolfwood's dick -- not stroking him, just holding him, liking the throb against his palm. ]

[ Oh, god. Vash reaches up and wraps a hand around him, and for one blessed moment Nick thinks he's going to stroke - and then he doesn't. Just holds him, warm and firm, like a little reminder that Vash is in control. He tries to be good, he really does, and when his hips start to move in a little rolling motion it's not even that he's trying to thrust into Vash's hand - he's trying to rock against his mouth, the sweet drag of his tongue that Nick can feel taking him from tight with anticipation to easy with want, until it feels like he's empty there in a way that only Vash can fix. ]

Can you - gimme a finger? Please, fuck -

Yeah. [ he has to pull away to say it, but... he's gotta pull away to grab the lube, anyway. presses a kiss to wolfwood's thigh as he flicks the cap open with his thumb, pours a liberal amount over his fingers. ] I told you. Anything you want, Nico.

I just wanna make you feel good.

[ brushing his fingertip over the other man's entrance, not pressing in quite yet. making sure he smears plenty of that lube there as he traces over those little ridges, circling a few times before he finally presses in. nice and slow, wanting to make sure it's not too much, watching wolfwood's face for his reaction. ]

[ The reaction of Wolfwood's face is mostly his eyes rolling halfway back into his head at the feel of it, mouth slack and open. It's good - between the lube and the careful attention Vash has been paying him he feels himsef open to it easy, and he gives a sigh that feels like it takes up his whole body. He manages to wrestle himself back together enough to look down at Vash, and that doesn't help at all - the ever-present flush in his cheeks seems darker like this, his big blue eyes more beautiful than ever, filled with heat and care, and Wolfwood gives another bitten-off little moan just to look at him. ]

You do. You make me feel so good, that's so good. You're so fucking gorgeous -

[ wow. vash mostly thought this part would be... y'know, just prep! not bad, but just something you've gotta knock out on the way to the main event. but this? wolfwood is putting on a whole fucking show for him, and vash thinks he'd be more than happy to sit here and watch for hours.

still! if wolfwood likes it, vash wants to make sure he keeps doing it. so he rocks that finger in and out of him, marveling at the way wolfwood's body clutches greedily at him when he pulls back and then lets him slide back in, welcoming. ]

Nico. You look so pretty like this, wow. Can't wait to get my dick inside you, see how much you like it when I fuck you.

[ Normally he'd object to being called pretty, or make a joke of it. Blush grumpily, at least. Like this it just curls warmly into his chest, another layer of good in the feelings that are already making him melt against the bed even as he starts to rock in time with the slide of Vash's finger, trying to make sure it goes deep. ]

Yeah. Can't wait. You're already so good to me, just like this -

[ He'd love to keep it up, already knowing that Vash likes praise and wanting to ladle it on for him, make sure he knows just how good he is. B he rocks down as Vash presses in and it hits just right to send a jolt of pleasure blooming up his spine, making him gasp sharply as he clenches around Vash like his body is trying to keep him right there. ]

[ vash sucks in a breath like he's the one being touched as wolfwood clenches around him, licking his lips. he waits for him to ride it out before he gently slips another finger into him, trying to curl his fingers again to press just right against that spot all over again. ]

Wanna be good to you. Always. Love getting to make you feel good, love watching the way it makes you look.

[ Vash adds another finger, and the stretch of it has him moaning even before Vash presses like that again. That gets a sharper reaction out of him, a little jerk of surprise before he rocks down hard against Vash's touch. He'll have to hurry Vash on soon - heat is blooming through him in a way that reminds him he's perfectly capable of coming like this and calling the whole thing to an early end - but for now, it's incredible. ]

God. I wanna keep you. [ Breathless, knowing it's a stupid thing to say, too lit up with pleasure and want to care. ] Vash -

[ he can try to hurry vash. for his part, vash is still feeling pretty supremely confident that if he makes wolfwood come like this, he can figure out how to get him to do it again, so.

he croons a little sound of praise as wolfwood rocks down against his fingers, rocking them at that same steady pace, making sure he keeps pressing against that spot that makes wolfwood react so beautifully every time. and even though he's pretty sure wolfwood is too far into Horny Brain Mode to really know what he's saying, the words still curl into vash and make him warm all over. ]
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You can. I'm not going anywhere, I don't want to. [ pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the jut of one of wolfwood's hip bones. ] Why would I? You're right here.

Fuck.

[ He knows exactly what he's saying, that's the damn problem. He knows, and he means it, and not just because Vash has found his Stupid Button and is pressing it like he's trying to get a high score.

Which he is, by the way. The highest. Nick rocks against that touch, panting now, shameless with it. ]

You're gonna make me come. [ There are sexier ways to say that than in the tone someone'd usually say it's not fair, and unfortunately Nick lands on none of them. ] Still want you inside me -

Yeah?

[ for the record, vash sounds pleased as punch about it. and if that's supposed to be wolfwood's way of asking him for mercy, it doesn't count as not giving him whatever he wants if he doesn't use his words. instead, vash goes right on ahead and slides a third finger into him, giving a little hum at the way it slips in easy. speeds his pace, but not enough to sacrifice the accuracy he needs to keep hitting that spot that's making wolfwood come apart for him. ]

Guess you're just gonna have to come again then, huh?

Vash-

[ There's an air of desperation in it, because three fingers is enough to make him really aware of that stretch in all the best ways, painting another layer of heat over the pleasure that's already blooming deep in him. And there's still part of him, even chasing every press of Vash's long fingers, that knows the strap is thicker, how much more he's gonna feel it when Vash fucks him, and that's a little shove he didn't need to send him tipping right over the precipice. He rocks down hard, trying to drive Vash's fingers in deep has he comes, feeling it throb through him in that bone-deep way it always does with something inside him. He's not usually loud, but this is almost an exception - there's a little cry there, something that would be a wail if it didn't catch in his throat, and sounds suspiciously like Vash's name. ]

[ it's hot. vash likes being able to watch wolfwood come apart when he's not in the middle of falling apart himself, better able to appreciate the pleasure written all over his face and the raw sound of need in his voice. he keeps his fingers where they are, working inside him nice and slow to let wolfwood ride out the orgasm, but he can't resist the urge to scoot himself upwards enough to be able to steal a kiss off wolfwood's mouth.

pressing another one against his cheek once he's done, smiling against his skin. ]

There you go, Nico. Good boy, you did so good for me.

[ He's wrapping his arms around Vash as soon as he rises, clinging to him to make up for the fact that pleasure is still zipping through him hard enough that the best effort he can make towards kissing Vash back is just opening his mouth and making a wrecked, grateful little sound. For the orgasm, for the kiss, for the fact that Vash is tall enough to come up and kiss him with his fingers still tucked into him and working their magic. He shivers as it starts to ebb, that praise spilling warmth over him as he tucks his face against Vash's neck. He's never thought of himself as a particularly good boy but the way Vash says it fills him with warmth, makes him want to live up to it. ]

Vash. Jesus Christ.

[ he keeps his fingers working, nice and slow, until the tension in wolfwood unspools. off the edge and into afterglow, and vash is happy to nestle up with him and bask in it. he pulls his fingers out, sparing a few seconds of thought before he wipes them off on his own jeans, then tucks himself back up against wolfwood as close as he can get.

combing his fingers carefully through the other man's hair, pressing the occasional open-mouthed kiss somewhere on his skin.

that, though? ehehe. ] Nah. I've seen pictures of him before, there's not much of a resemblance.

[ He snorts, but it's a light thing given that he's still feeling all fuzzy and light. The way Vash strokes through his hair makes him feel like he's getting pets for being a good boy. Seems unfair, since Vash did all the work, but he'll take it! ]

You're definitely hotter.

And they'd never have crucified him if he could to that.

[ there's a choked little laugh. wolfwood's the closest thing to an expert here, so if he's not worried about getting struck down for a bolt of lightning for talking this way, then vash guesses he doesn't have to be, either.

this... is nice. he's never had anyone willing to let it be something slow with him, just lay here tangled up and enjoying the lull until they catch their breath again. the scars on vash's skin are a warning to anyone who sees them -- he's got too much weight to carry, too much baggage dragging behind him, and everyone else he's been with has always hurried to get what they can before scrambling back to a safer distance.

but not wolfwood. he's never acted like there was a burden there to be scared of, and vash aches to give him whatever he can just to thank him for it. ]

"Eats ass better than Jesus Christ." I'm putting it on my resume.

I'd hire you. I'd offer to be your reference, but I'd end up tanking your chances just to keep you for myself.

[ He cups a hand at the back of Vash's neck, kisses him slow and lazy now that he's got the wherewithal to do it. Lets one hand drift down to grab Vash's ass and knead there, just for the feel of it. It's nice, like this - a warm little moment tucked up together, space to breathe with the knowledge they've got so much more ahead of them. He ducks his head to kiss warm at the side of Vash's throat, humming pleased against his skin. ]

Whew. Now if Seeds doesn't work out, I've got it all figured out.

[ the kiss is nice, but the little squeeze to his ass doesn't stop him from laughing low into wolfwood's mouth. tipping his head back as the other man's mouth finds his throat, humming a sound that's low and pleased. ]

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