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fourstrings2023-04-04 08:58 am
anthophilia) wrote in fourstrings2023-04-04 08:58 am
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 That they test people, they can be withdrawn or outright rude, that some of them probably won’t even look at him.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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[ Nice try! His bed isn't that big! He doesn't actually smother Vash - obviously - but does give him a thwap with the pillow. ]
I'm not even gonna clean up the crime scene! There's gonna be jizz and sex toys everywhere and they're gonna describe it all for their listeners!
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They're all gonna talk about how you were limping when the police came and led you away! The whole world's gonna know I wrecked you with my giant dick and amazing sex skills!
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I'll tell 'em it was worth it, too. Imagine that on the podcast! [ He affects his very best true crime podcast voice, complete with vocal fry. ] "And like, the worst thing was how when the police caught the guy, he said it was worth it. That's like, so chilling."
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It's that good, and you're gonna murder me? [ tsk tsk! ] You're robbing the world of one of its natural wonders.
[ natural is also kind of a stretch, considering the dick in question is plastic and purple. ]
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Good point. Here's my new plan. You never bring that up again, and I let you do that little experiment you were talking about before. The no-nut nut.
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[ letting himself be captured and dragged back in, throwing his arms around wolfwood again and nuzzling close. ] You've got a deal!
Maybe after you do a -- [ he can't stifle a giggle. ] -- nut-nut inside me.
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[ Hell, it'll help with the experiment. Reserves are probably running pretty low after the day they've already had! Still, he's laughing, and barely manages to stifle it enough to haul Vash into a kiss. He would've thought he'd need more recovery time after that last go, but hearing Vash sound so enthusiastic about having Nick come in him? Hot. ]
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it just feels right.
so when he breaks the kiss, he bumps their foreheads together affectionately. ]
I already told you I like you, right?
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Sure did. And I'm glad. I like you a whole lot, too.
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[ tipping his head up to press a kiss to wolfwood's forehead. then to each cheek, and finally another one right on his mouth. ]
Works out perfect, huh?
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[ It's so good like this. All the goofing around and the laughing, the sweet stuff, the sex - it all blends together in a seamless whole. It's the kind of thing that'd have him rflecting he never knew what he was missing out on, except that he can't see how it could have been like this with anyone but Vash. It's a strangely warming thought, and he catches Vash's mouth in another kiss, strokes a warm hand over the dip of Vash's waist. ]
Don't think I've ever been this comfortable around anyone before.
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[ it makes him smile so wide that he almost can't manage that next kiss. it almost feels like wolfwood reached inside his head and scooped out vash's own thought, and how's he not supposed to think that's amazing?
reeling him in for another kiss, even though he's still grinning like an idiot. ]
Me neither. You're like... what's that thing they show on TV commercials sometimes? A Snuggie.
-- Wait, but sexy! It's a compliment, I swear!
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a Snuggie. His heart's decided to go all stupid over a man who compares him to a Snuggie.
He snorts, and wiggles an eyebrow. ]
I like to think I'm a pretty good fit, at least.
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Yeah. You're like... one of the limited edition ones. A designer Snuggie. A... [ he can't quite smother the giggle before it happens, so he stifles it against wolfwood's mouth. ] Snuggie Supreme.
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[ He's laughing, loving it, loving Vash's laughter against his lips. It's an undeniably stupid conversation, but that's nice. It's fun! He scoops Vash into his arms and rolls onto his back, gazing up at him stupid and fond, eyes full of mirth. ]
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Is that your way of telling me you've got a praise kink? [ still giggling, just a little. taking wolfwood's face into his hands so he can rub their noses playfully together. ] Because I don't mind! You want me to tell you how hot you are? Or how good it felt when you were inside me? Or how good you looked when I was inside you, stretched out so pretty around my dick?
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Huh. Maybe that last one's okay.
[ Why, he couldn't say. It just... hits. ]
More when it's happening, though.
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I’ll keep it in mind for next time.
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[ Why is he arming this man with facts that make him nut harder than he's ever nut when there's a distinct chance that if he makes him nut harder than he already does, Nick will straight-up die? ]
's pretty hot. Wouldn't know you're such a menace to look at that sweet face.
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[ prepare to meet your fate!!! namely, another kiss. ]