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 That they test people, they can be withdrawn or outright rude, that some of them probably won’t even look at him.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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[ there’s a little yelp of surprise as wolfwood hauls him towards the side of the bed without it warning, but. oh. oh! vash can see where this is going, and he is absolutely down.

he tangles his hand back into wolfwood’s hair as the other man lowers his mouth to the dildo, and even though he can’t feel it, the sight still makes his breath hitch. he’s never really struggled with much dysphoria about what’s between his legs, but this is still a weirdly affirming experience. and one hell of a turn on, obviously. ]

Wow. [ it’s breathless, one hand going back into wolfwood’s hair to pet at him like a reward for a job well done. ]

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[ Vash unlocks something childish in him. The urge to yell "look, look what I can do!" and show off. It's what happened in the bar, when he started flipping and spinning bottles in a bid to impress him. It kicks in again here; Vash says wow and pets his hair and a cocky little gremlin in his brain wants to ramp it up, tell Vash he hasn't seen wow yet. He tips his face up a little, makes sure he can see Vash's face, and slides down further.

It's been a while, so he takes it in stages. A slow slide, pulling back to draw breath, lips looser than they could be since suction doesn't matter and part of him feels like it'll be nice for Vash to see Nick's spit glistening on his dick. The next slide is nearly there. Deep breath through his nose, a hard swallow to clear his throat, and then he squeezes at Vash's thigh and takes it all the way. ]

[ W O W

vash is watching wolfwood like he invented blowjobs. eyes a little hazy with want, mouth slightly open, absolutely riveted by the sight of what he’s doing. it’s officially the most that vash has ever wished he could magic himself a real dick — maybe if he could do something similar to the neuroprocessors and synthetic nerves they’d used in the prosthetic —

wait, no. stop thinking about science!!

fortunately, wolfwood helps him out when he gives vash’s thigh a little squeeze and proceeds to take him all the way into his throat. and even if vash can’t feel it, he still moans at the sight, unable to resist the urge to reach down and rub
gentle fingertips over the bulge there. ]

Nico. You’re so amazing, wow, I can’t believe how hot you look like this. [ his voice is almost reverent, breathless with awe and arousal. ]

[ Fuck. Just the look on Vash's face has Nick's cock filling out with want again, but then he reaches down and rubs over Nick's throat while it's full and Nick can't help moaning around the dildo at the touch. He pulls back, lets it slip from his mouth with a gasp, and reaches for the little vibrator. ]

I know it's not gonna be the same, but -?

[ The way Vash is acting has him so turned on his head's swimming with it, and the idea of making it feel good for him too is irresistable. ]

[ wolfwood pulls back and lets the dildo slip free of his mouth, and vash can't help a little sigh. almost like he can feel the loss of the wet heat of wolfwood's mouth.

but the question makes him flush a little, enough to creep into his cheeks. ] You want to?

I already told you, I don't mind just making you feel good.

This is making me feel good.

[ He leans back a little, gestures down to where he's already hard again. Grins, because he knows that's a little feral, but still. ]

And the upside of this baby is no recovery time.

[ He leans in, gives the tip of the dildo a lick for illustrative purposes. Can't use a blowjob to weasel out of letting your new boyfriend fuck you in the ass if a) his dick doesn't get soft, and b) you really, really want him to fuck you in the ass. ]

[ ohhh. somehow, the fact that it turns wolfwood on? just makes the whole thing even hotter. a little shiver of arousal thrills up vash's spine, shifting a little where he's sitting. ]

Then -- Yeah. Not gonna argue about that one.

Nice.

[ He grabs the little egg, but for now he palms it. Tugs Vash further forward on the edge of the bed for easier access, and then he's back to lapping against the head of the dildo - but this time, he's got two fingers stroking over Vash's pussy where the straps give him access. Figures it might line up a little, this way - a teasing little touch to match what he's doing with his mouth. ]

[ ohhh.

it's kind of a miracle, actually, that he didn't just come out and say that out loud. because the illusion of wolfwood sucking his dick was hot before, but paired with those two fingers stroking up along his folds? it's like he really can feel it, and it makes heat flutter at the pit of his belly.

he reaches back down to stroke his fingers into wolfwood's hair all over again, letting all his affection bleed into the petting. ] Nico, you're amazing.

Right back atcha. You're so hot.

[ And to make up for the little pause he has to take to say that, he tongues over what would be the slit in the head of Vash's cock, a fingertip stroking over his actual slit as he does it. Mostly to kind of assess the situation, see if they're good to go or he needs to do a little more first, but playing like this is a heady feeling and he ends up drawing it out, humming warm as his tongue works at Vash's dick and his fingers work between his legs. It's not his first time bringing a strap into sex but it's his first time playing with one like this, and he's loving it. ]

[ he whines a little sound in response to wolfwood’s fingers teasing over his slit, trying to spread his thighs a little wider in encouragement. just fingering wolfwood open was enough to have him soaked, and his body is absolutely greedy to invite more of those teasing little touches. ]

[ So that's how it is, huh? Rewarding enough just to feel Vash so wet against his touch, but the way he whines and spreads for him is like a peek straight into heaven. No more fucking around, then - he presses the egg against Vash's slit, still off, guides it in with a finger. Can't resist stroking that finger inside Vash, relishing the soft heat inside him as he lays out his plan. ]

Here's what I'm thinking. I turn it on low, move it around a little, and you tell me when it feels like it's in the right place. Then I suck your dick and crank it up as I go. Sound good?

[ sound good? sound good? how is that even a question?! vash ends up nodding so hard it makes his head spin, breath hitching as wolfwood eases that little egg inside. it feels a little strange — not bad, just different! not quite big enough to count as any kind of stretch, but a kind of consistent pressure that he can’t help but pay attention to. ]

How am I s’posed to know when it’s… uh, in the right place?

Dunno. [ He grins, almost sheepish but too into what they're doing to really be embarrassed about it. He doesn't actually know much about the mechanics of pussies, just how to listen out for what's good. ] I'm hopin' there's gonna be a spot that makes you go "Oh fuck, right there!"

[ And with no futher ado - okay, that's a fucking lie, he takes a second to stroke inside Vash one more time just for the feel of it and presses a kiss to his thigh - he turns the little egg onto its lowest setting. Gives it a moment for Vash to get use to the feel of it, and then starts pushing it slowly deeper as he mouths against Vash's skin. ]

[ okay! well. that kind of makes it sound like it’ll be easy to tell, so vash figures that’s a good enough clue.

but the feeling of that egg starting to vibrate makes him jerk a little with surprise, breath hitching. it’s not an oh-fuck feeling, not yet, but the buzz of those vibrations coupled with the tickle of wolfwood’s mouth on his inner thigh is enough to make him breathe out a pleased little sigh. ]

[ The sigh is good. Maybe he should be watching what he's doing, but it's not like he can see inside Vash - that seems as good an excuse as any for the way he gazes up at Vash's face as he keeps moving the vibrator, only breaking away to bury more kisses on the inside of his thigh.

It's kinda funny. That first night he'd said doing it without a condom would make it a first for him too, but with Vash everything feels new. Nick's had all kinds of relationships - some serious, most casual. A whole string of one night stands before he went into seminary, a pretty memorable threesome once he got out that resulted from a genuine real life "we noticed you from across the bar and my girlfriend likes your vibe" situation. Maybe it's just how sweet Vash is, how open. It feels like the first time he can be all of himself, and he treasures it. Makes him wanna be good for Vash. Not just in bed, but in everything. He wants to be the kind of boyfriend that makes Vash's friends say "oh my god, he's so stupid for you" and ask if he has a sibling.

But good in bed is a good start, and he nuzzles his cheek against the soft, unmarked skin of Vash's inner thigh and gazes up at him. ]

You're so fucking gorgeous. Can't believe I get to have you fuck me.

[ he’s still mostly distracted by the feeling of wolfwood pressing that egg deeper, unable to stop himself from rolling his hips in restless little circles, but. that makes him flush, looking down to meet wolfwood’s eyes again. ]

Yeah. Can’t wait to be inside you. I bet you’re gonna look so good when I — [ but then the egg slides up against the spot that sends a jolt of pleasure all the way through him, and the rest of the sentence gets cut off by a sharp intake of breath. ] W-Wait. Right there? I think? That feels… oh.

Right here, huh? Attaboy.

[ He can't resist just a tiny tease, pressing the egg against that spot just a little firmer for a second. But he's here for a reason, so he slips that finger back out (taking a moment to suck it dry, because it's very wet and being able to taste Vash is only going to add to the experience) and returns his attention to sucking Vash's dick. Just gentle, at first, licking a long stripe up the underside of the dildo before he takes the tip of it into his mouth, sliding forward in a slow, shallow bobbing motion. ]

[ he whines as wolfwood presses that little egg more firmly against that spot inside him, thighs twitching. it’s hard not to imagine what it might feel like if he had this inside while wolfwood fucked him, his dick pressing it up against that spot every time he slid inside —

he can’t help the moan that escapes. nice cover that wolfwood wraps his head back around the mouth of the dildo right about the same time, so at least he’s got a good excuse!

but. ] Nico. Wanna fuck you so bad.

[ hands in wolfwood’s hair again, petting and stroking. ] Can’t wait to fill you up, watch you come on my dick. S’gonna be so hot.

[ Christ! The way he moans at that isn't even part of the show, it's just a natural result of hearing Vash say it. Just like the way his cock twitches between his legs at the thought of it, and the way he takes more of the dildo into his mouth in response. That's all unplanned, but as he does it he remembers what he said, and presses the little button to ramp the egg up a setting. If he's sucking more enthusiastically, that should dial up, right?

The next bit is for show, when he turns his eyes up toward Vash and opens his mouth wide enough that Vash should be able to see the dildo resting on his tongue. The way he closes it and starts sucking again too, letting it press into his cheek, knowing it's gonna distort it and make a bulge there. Then it's back to sucking, sliding over it, unable to help the greedy little sounds he makes. Buried in Vash, the egg doesn't make a peep; his mouth does, wet and messy. ]

[ he jerks with surprise as wolfwood amps the vibration of the egg a little bit higher, hips pressing upwards into the other man’s mouth almost on instinct. wolfwood’s putting on a while fucking show for him, and it’s setting vash on fire — even the sloppy, greedy sounds the other man is making are going right between his legs, hips shifting restlessly on the bed underneath him.

fuck. part of him wants to let this just keep going, but he’s got it in his head now. the way wolfwood is going to look once vash is fucking him, the sounds he might make, the sight of that tight hole stretched out around him — ]

Nico, can I? Please? I want — Oh wow, I wanna fuck you so bad. Wanna be inside you. Please, please, please, let me?

[ Fuck. He's enjoying the hell out of this, but it's really hard to resist the offer. Especially with Vash pleading like that, making it sound like Nick'd be doing him a favor.He manages as much of a smile as he can with a cock in his mouth, and presses down slow, taking it all the way one more time. Holding it there until he has to pull off, looking up at Vash with hazy, slightly watering eyes, panting. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I want you to fuck me. Need it.

[ Rising until he can press a kiss to Vash's mouth before he clambers back onto the bed, cock hard and heavy, reaching for Vash. ]

How do you want me?

[ oh. oh, wow. maybe it's a good thing this dick isn't real! if it was, vash is pretty sure that would have been enough to make him lose it. as it is, he's flushed pink and breathing heavy by the time wolfwood pulls off and clambers back onto the bed, more than happy to respond to the way he reaches by dragging him into a kiss, hot and greedy. ]

Can you -- Maybe -- [ he flushes even darker, licking his lips. ] ... can you ride me? Is that okay? I wanna watch --

[ Huh! That isn't what he expected to hear, but he's down! And the way Vash asks is extra cute, so Nick can't help hauling him in for another of those kisses first. ]

Yeah. Yeah, baby, whatever you want.

[ He pulls Vash down to the bedding, kissing him again, burying his mouth at the side of Vash's neck. It's hot, and he's excited, but he still thinks to move the controls for the egg so they're within easy reach - and then he's straddling Vash's hips, running hands over his torso and belly before he grabs the lube to slick a generous amount over the dildo, stroking it with affection born of anticipation. Gives Vash a cheeky little grin - is it still a callback if the thing you're calling back to only happened yesterday? ]

Wow. Is this all for me?

[ wow!! wow, vash can't get over how hot this is. it's one thing to be in bed with a guy that looks as good as wolfwood, but it's like wolfwood is just as excited to be with him, and that's... wow.

but that? it makes him blink, and then there's a stifled laugh as he realizes that it's his own words being parroted back to him. so! it's only fair that his response is: ]

Nn-nn. Really into your... decor. [ ehehehe. ]

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