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 That they test people, they can be withdrawn or outright rude, that some of them probably won’t even look at him.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 groans at that, seizing on the chance to rock his hips up to match wolfwood's rhythm. keeping it slow at first, because there's still a learning curve of trying to figure out what's too much and what's just right. but it's good. that little egg is still buzzing steadily inside him, and vash can almost let himself believe the pleasure is coming from the way wolfwood is rocking over him. add that to the way he looks, the show vash is getting?

wow. no, not even wow covers it! ]

Nico, you're so hot. [ sliding his hands a little lower, just to feel the way the muscles in the other man's thighs flex. ] Can't believe I get to fuck you.

[ Jeez. Nick knows he's an attractive guy, but he's never really cared all that much. It's helpful sometimes, but that's about it. But when Vash says it - especially when he says it as he's rocking up into him, making the dildo press up into him so right that Wolfwood can't help groaning at the feel of it - he cares. He's grateful for it, wants to show it off. He leans down to Vash, kisses him. Pauses there for a moment with his face over Vash's, eye-to-eye. ]

Next time I want you in charge so you can watch your dick sinking into me.

[ And then he sits back up, leaning back with his hands planted on Vash's thighs. Knowing the pose'll make him look good and the angle will rub that dildo right up where it feels best, make sure all the slutty moaning he wants to do to show Vash how much he appreciates him is genuine. His thighs end up doing most of the work this way but that's good too, with Vash touching him like that. And it turns out he underestimated how good it'd feel, because that first whorish moan comes fast and he can't resist clicking the vibrator up a notch, wanting to match it for Vash. ]

Oh, fuck that's good.

[ next time?! just the idea that wolfwood likes this enough to want to make it a repeat performance is enough to make vash dizzy, but the thought of all the different ways they can do it --

he's gonna have to google sex positions. a bunch of them!

... not that he's complaining about this one. the way wolfwood leans back lets vash see the toy sliding up into him, and the sight alone is enough to make him moan. and! he's counting on the sound wolfwood makes as proof that he's super into what they're doing, so he feels a little bit more confident about rocking his hips up more firmly each time the other man sinks down onto him. hot, it's so hot, and --

then wolfwood must kick that vibrator up another notch, because the sudden increase in intensity is enough to make vash cry out. he jolts his hips up hard, toes curling as the feeling sizzles through him. ]

Fuck, oh wow, Nico, feels good -- [ he's going to end up leaving bruises on wolfwood's thighs, but he hasn't even noticed. panting, eyes locked on the sight of wolfwood like he's trying to drink it all in. ] Yeah, keep going, love watching you like this --

[ Nick's definitely noticed how hard Vash is gripping at him, and he loves it. It's tight, just just enough to hurt in the way that feels good, an extra little spice on top of the pressure building in him at the mounting pleasure. Vash is rocking up into him properly now, making every slide more intense, and he can feel the way his stomach muscles tense up every time it hits him just right. ]

Good. Want you to watch. Want you to watch me come on your dick. Want you to come in me, too. Oh, fuck -

[ It's good, it's good, and as much as he'd wanted to put on a show for Vash he can't help speeding his pace. Driving himself down with real intent now, the feeling of it surging through him, a little spatter of precome hitting Vash's belly already even after Vash already made him come. ]

[ he's whining, driven half-crazy by the way it looks to have wolfwood riding his lap and the feeling of that little egg buzzing inside him. and it just makes it hotter that wolfwood's dick is leaking on him; the idea that vash is able to make him feel that good, turn him on that much, drives him absolutely crazy. ]

Yeah. Wanna make you come on my dick, Nico. Want you to show me just how much you like it. [ it's a stupid, senseless babble. ] Be good for me, okay? I know you will, you're such a good boy, you're taking me so good.

[ Listen,

Nick likes to think he doesn't carry around any lingering issues about being an orphan. Yeah, he had a real rough patch in his teens, but his childhood was good, happy. And he's had a bunch of therapy! So there's no real excuse for the way be good for me, you're such a good boy hits him the way it does, ramping up that pleasure as surely as if Vash had curled a hand around his dick and started jerking him off. He moans at it, too caught up in it to even think about catching himself. Rides Vash faster, harder until he's babbling too - fuck and yes and Vash over and over again until the pleasure of it has filled him up so much there's nowhere for it to go but out.

And this time, he's loud. Comes with a wail, something that cracks and trembles in the middle. His vision crowds with spots of light, and there isn't a whole lot left in him after earlier but this time when he comes it's so hard that spatters of it land on Vash's chest. He keeps going for as long as he can, like he's forgotten that the cock sunk on him isn't actually giving Vash any feeling - but he does summon the control to tick that vibe up to the next and final setting. ]

[ here’s the thing!

just seeing wolfwood come like that, knowing he was the reason why? it’s actually all vash needs to find a peak of his own, moaning a sound that’s halfway to desperate and only just remembering to squeeze the little bulb that lets it seem like he’s spilling himself inside wolfwood.

but then, when he’s still trembling in the wake of coming, wolfwood evidently misses out on the fact that vash has already arrived triumphantly at the party and kindly attempts to help him get there. the result is that wolfwood kicks that vibe up a notch when vash is already mid-orgasm, and the resulting lightning strike of pleasure drags a howl out of him.

his hips jerk up helplessly, head falling back and spine arching, and —

he always kind of thought squirting was mostly just something people did in porn. welp, call him a pornstar, and consider that ability unlocked. ]

[ Holy shit.

It should be a mess. And it is a mess, in the most literal sense, fluids everywhere - but Vash squeezes that bulb and it floods Nick with the contents, a feeling that he'd always assumed would be revolting but is incredibly hot in the throes of it, and then Nick makes his little error with the vibe and Vash howls and arches up in a way that drives the dildo right against Nick's prostate, oversensitive with just having come, and it's like it makes his body double down on the orgasm. It wrenches a broken little sound out of him and he just goes ahead and collapses on top of Vash, panting, trembling a little with the intensity of it. And that's when he notices the extra wetness, shakily sends one hand down to confirm, and - ]

Holy shit.

[ He'd laugh, but he's too dizzy with pleasure to do it properly. Makes a huffing little wheeze instead and kisses the side of Vash's neck, because that's what he can reach where he is and he's not confident in his ability to move yet. ]

We -

[ Wait! The vibe! It'd be a goddamn shame to have sex that good and then accidentally kill Vash, and he remembers to shut it off. ]

[ oh, thank fuck.

wolfwood switches off that vibe right as vash thinks he might really, actually, literally come his brains out and just die in the spot. even the aftershocks are so powerful that his muscles keep jumping with little twitches and jolts, eyes still unfocused where he’s got them aimed roughly in the direction of wolfwood’s ceiling.

still! he attempts to be a gentleman! which is why he manages to (very weakly) pat at wolfwood’s thigh and mumble some absolute gibberish that’s either supposed to be attaboy champ or thanks for making me come so hard i ascended to a higher plane. ]

[ He can feel Vash twitching, manages to pull himself together enough to pet at his hair. ]

You're so good, baby. God, I love you. That was so good.

[ Low, soothing, halfway to a coo because Vash fucked his brains to mush and his emotions are right there along with them. Mushy, soppy, smitten. Way too soupy to realize what he said. ]

[ vash is feeling all floaty. floaty and nice. kinda like when millie brought the weed to their parties at college, because her stuff always blasted you right off the face of the earth.

and now wolfwood is petting him, fingers stroking through his hair, and that’s extra nice. vash summons up just enough coordination to nuzzle up into the touch, crooning an appreciative little noise back to him. and he’s just about to let himself sink back into that blissed out afterglow, when —

okay, he’s not so far gone that he misses that. but his stupid brain is still most of the way offline, which is why he can’t figure out how to react except to freeze up and deliver a brilliant: ]

Whuh?

You're good. And -

[ Oh. Oh, fuck. Well, that explains the freeze.

Fuck! FUCK!!! What do you do when you accidentally said I love you on your third day of knowing someone??? Apologize? Try to backpedal? He's not equipped for this! He needs Meryl's advice, but something tells him this is not the time to start frantically texting. ]

Uh... that was good?

[ … wait, maybe he misheard? or maybe wolfwood was talking to vash’s cool new purple dick?

okay, sure! that makes more sense! because it’s been THREE DAYS, and guys like wolfwood are definitely way too cool and savvy to go around blurting out the big L word just because you made them nut real good.

vash is not disappointed! not at all! no way! it’s obviously way too soon to expect something like that! the weird and twisty thing his tummy is doing is probably just because it wants an after-sex snack. ]

Ohhh. Yeah. [ ehehe. ] It was, huh?

[ Whew! Bullet dodged! Except... maybe deep down some part of him was hoping Vash would press him on the issue, because he doesn't and suddenly if feels like having an itch in a situation where it would be inappropriate to scratch. He wants to say it again. He wants to say it again real bad. But it would be stupid! Time to take the out Vash is giving him, like a sensible man who doesn't have the best sex of his life and then immediately torpedo it by being clingy and weird.

And he does it by having the best sex of his life and then acting like a fucking gremlin. ]

Did you squirt?

[ hang on, we’re right back to: ]

Wha —?

[ and then he shifts a little, processes the wet spot under his thighs, and promptly goes bright red. ] Oh shit.

[ blurting: ] I’m so sorry! I’ll totally wash your sheets! [ and now there’s a bout of uncoordinated wiggling, like he’s attempting to get up and do that right now, except none of his limbs are listening to him. ]

No, don't worry, it's-

[ Hot, he was going to say hot. Except Vash starts wiggling around under him, apparently forgetting that the strap he's wearing is still in Nick's ass, and Nick goes a little cross-eyes and makes a sound like ngaaa instead. ]

Vaaaash.

[ oh!! oh jeez, it’s his first day with a dick, and he’s already messing up on his important dick having responsibilities.

vash freezes instantly, both hands going to wolfwood’s hips and petting gently there by way of apology. ] Sorry! Sorry, sorry…

Quit -

[ It takes him a second to collect himself. A couple of breaths before he continues. ]

Quit apologizin'. It's hot that you squirt and it doesn't feel bad. 's just a lot.

[ And then, a little quieter, as if there's a chance of someone overhearing: ]

'specially after you came inside me.

[ oh. oh! that’s… a lot of announcements. it sends a little flare of heat through vash, which means the most eloquent reply he can manage is a wheeze of: ]

Oh. Cool.

[ no, wait!! you can’t just said oh. cool. in response to that!!!

which is why he tries to recover, blushing like a cherry tomato. ] Maybe, um… next time, we can see if you can get me to do it while you’re inside me?

Yeah.

[ Oh, wow. Vash says that, red as he is, as it might be the hottest thing Nick's ever heard. He leans in, meaning to press a kiss to Vash's mouth, and the movement makes him whimper a little. ]

Hang on. I'm just gonna -

[ It's hard to perform an elegant dismount when your limbs are still pretty much jellied from all the sex, and he tries his best, but it's still him lifting his hips to slowly slide off the dildo, a horrifically embarrassing little sound of loss as it works, and then him flopping onto the bed beside Vash. He manages a little kiss after all that, though, and lifts a hand to rub over Vash's chest. ]

[ there’s a second where he thinks wolfwood is leaving, and he makes a matching sound of complaint. but, oh! that makes sense. kinda hard to snuggle with a dick that never actually goes soft inside you, huh?

he returns that little smooch! and then takes a sec to undo enough straps of the harness in order to wriggle out of it, tossing it to the other side of the bed. sliding that little egg vibe out of himself for good measure, a little shiver as it pops free.

and then he’s free to cuddle right back up, pressing a kiss to wolfwood’s cheek. ] Feeling okay?

Feelin' great. That was amazing. You're amazing.

[ It's there again. The itch. He ignores it, cups a hand at Vash's cheek to kiss him slow. Maybe it's too soon to say it, but it's not too soon to show it, right? If he's careful? ]

Gotta admit, in the store I was gearin' up to tell you to go bigger if you wanted. Good thing you didn't. I mighta killed myself up there.

[ he’s grinning from ear to ear. ]

I knew it! You had your eye on The Punisher all along, huh?

Oh, yeah. Really keen to call Lena and tell her she's gotta run the bar for a month while I'm in hospital for getting myself turned inside-out.

[ But he's smiling too, still cupping Vash's cheek, soaking up the look on Vash's face. God, he's grogeous when he smiles. Nick wants to make him look like that all the time. ]

[ he laughs, eyes glittering with amusement. ]

I’d have to come up with a really good bouquet to send you for that one.

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