spent twenty years trying to get out of this place

[anthophilia]

[ 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 That they test people, they can be withdrawn or outright rude, that some of them probably won’t even look at him.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. home, huh? it sounds so natural when wolfwood says it, almost like they’re going back to a place they share, somewhere they both belong. and vash has just enough time to get a little starry-eyed over it, before — ]

Wha —?! Whoa, hey!

[ it’d sound like more of a protest if he wasn’t giggling like an idiot. which he’s still doing even when wolfwood pins him up against the wall, even if it takes on a breathless quality when the other man’s mouth finds his neck. ]

Oooh, is that how this works? Sin first, confess after? [ he loops his arms around wolfwood’s shoulders, fingertips brushing over the soft baby hairs at the nape of his neck. ] Lucky I’ve got an expert here to walk me through this.

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You're in safe hands.

[ He immediately puts the truth of that statement in peril by grazing his teeth against Vash's neck, sucking softly there. Not enough to raise a mark - they could still get spotted on the way out, after all - but enough to suggest it. ]

It's "bless me, father, for I have sinned". Then you say how long it's been since your last confession, and list 'em.

[ He wedges a knee between Vash's legs, presses his thigh in close. ]

Impure thoughts is a good one.

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[ it makes him gasp when wolfwood closes his mouth around a tender spot on his neck and sucks, one hand reaching up to tangle in wolfwood’s hair as his head falls back to invite more.

but… he’s still paying attention! ] Mm… bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been… uh, I’ve never actually confessed before, so it’s been however long that is.

Impure thoughts have definitely — [ wolfwood chooses that moment to slot a thigh between vash’s legs and put some pressure where it counts, and vash can’t help but whine and rock himself down against it. ] … been a thing. ‘Specially lately.

Impure actions, too. [ tipping his head so he can lick a line up wolfwood’s throat. ] Y’know, fornicating and stuff.

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Oh, you never wanna say "and stuff". 'cause then the priest's got wiggle room to ask for specifics.

[ His eyes fall closed for a moment at the drag of Vash's tongue, and then he's leaning to claim a kiss from his mouth. Plenty of tongue, this time, and one more press of his thigh between Vash's legs before he starts working Vash's pants open, fully set on getting his hand in there unless Vash asks him to stop. ]

Like what kind of stuff. And whether you're planning on doing it again.

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[ well. now he’s got the answer to the question about slipping someone a little tongue in a church!

by the time wolfwood breaks away from the kiss, vash is dizzy, and it takes him a few seconds to remember how to use his tongue for words again. still rocking himself against wolfwood’s thigh like he’s forgotten how to stop, licking his lips. ]

Mmm… am I supposed to go into a bunch of details? Like how I let a guy eat me out? Or maybe the part where I dragged him off to bed afterwards and let him fuck me so good I cried?

[ he leans forward enough to nip at wolfwood’s earlobe, tugging. ]

[anthophilia]

Sure. Leading someone into temptation's a classic, too. Like if you were so good all that guy's been able to think about since is the way you taste, and when he's gonna get to do it again.

[ And he's taking that rocking as a go ahead - slips his hand into Vash's pants and forms his hand around the heat between his legs, brushing fingertips there - over his underwear, at first, but then that temptation is too much and he slips his hand inside, stroking fingers against soft skin. ]

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[ he whines out a greedy little sound as wolfwood slides a hand between his legs, but it melts into a moan when wolfwood’s fingers find bare skin. he’s trying to arch himself up into that touch, hands fisted greedily in the material if wolfwood’s shirt to give himself something to anchor onto. ]

Wh-What if we’re even? ‘cause I can still — ah — feel where he was inside me last night, and it just makes me wanna beg until he fills me up again.

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Fuck.

[ That's hot. Too hot, like Vash knows just what to say to get him going, and he uses the hand that isn't currently stroking between Vash's legs to curl fingers into his hair and hold his head in place so he can kiss him again, deep and greedy. ]

Then he'd have to go to confession, too. Confess how he set aside his good intentions to be with you, that the thought of you makes him crazy. That he wants to be with you again, and again, and again. And he might have to do an act of service to show penance.

[ He can feel Vash getting wet, just as sure as he's getting hard, and it makes him bite his lip. Drags a finger through the slick heat at Vash's slit and uses the wetness to drawn his finger up and rub over his clit, circling. ]

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[ the combination of the kiss and the way wolfwood is stroking between his legs is enough to make vash melt. the only thing still keeping him on his feet is the way wolfwood has him pinned up against the wall and the desperate way vash is clutching at him, and each slow slide of the other man’s fingers is enough to make his knees wobble. ]

Act of serv — ohhh.

[ wolfwood’s fingers find his clit, and the rest of the question melts away into a moan. there’s a soft thunk as the back of his head hits the wall of the confessional behind him, body arching like he’s begging.

but they’re pressed close enough for vash to be able to feel wolfwood getting hard against him, and how’s he not supposed to want to touch? it’s why his hands immediately go to trying to work wolfwood’s pants open, in direct contrast to the weak protest of: ]

Nico, you’re gonna make me too loud.

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Do you want me to stop?

[ It doesn't feel like he does, but this is all new enough that he wants to be sure. One word from Vash and he'll stop, walk out of here with a boner and all, promising to be good until they're somewhere a little more private. But he's still hoping the answer is no, pressing another kiss to the side of Vash's neck. ]

You can always tell me if you want me to back off. I'm not gonna get mad.

[ It's jarring, against all the flirty sacrelige they've been doing, but it's important!]

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[ cue a bunch of rapid head shaking!!! no, no, no!!!

listen, it’s very sweet that wolfwood cares enough to ask! vash appreciates the consideration for his feelings and comfort! and maybe it would be the safer option to pump the brakes on things until they’re somewhere where they’re less likely to get caught, but…

well. if wolfwood needs further convincing, hopefully the hand vash shoves down his pants will do the trick. it takes a little maneuvering to be able to wrap his fingers around him properly, but he groans out a gratified little sound at the feeling of wolfwood already half-hard against his palm. ]

Just sayin’. If the Big Guy overhears something, I’m blaming you.

[ maybe god is polite about not eavesdropping on things like this. even when you’re doing it in his house??? ]

[anthophilia]

I'll be sure and apologize. That's the great thing about Catholicism. As long as you say you're sorry, you're forgiven.

[ Technically you're supposed to mean it and intend not to do it again, which is definitely not the case here, but Wolfwood likes to think that if there is a God, they're okay with people doing what they can to bring each other joy in a world that can be rough.

Even if that joy involves humming against his teeth as Vash gets a hand around him, or shifting his own hand so he can press a finger inside of Vash and groaning at the feel of it, hot and wet. ]

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[ good to know! just in case, you know, desecration ends up becoming a regular thing.

and vash is maybe considering expressing this opinion out loud, but then wolfwood slides a finger up into him, and every thought burns away in a sizzle of heat. vash whines and rocks down against his hand, trying to chase more. ]

Nico — [ at least he remembers to drop his voice lower for this, a filthy murmur right up against wolfwood’s ear. ] Doesn’t fill me up like you did.

[ with a little squeeze around his dick for emphasis. ]

[anthophilia]

Nah. But I bet I can make it good anyway.

[ And he's going to try and make it good fast, because he doesn't quite have the heart to ask Vash not to touch him but his willingness to profane a holy place does have a line, and it's shortly before having to clean his own jizz out of the confessional. It's with that thought in mind that he just goes ahead and adds another finger, starts working them inside of Vash. Licks a hot line up the side of his neck and nibbles gently at the skin there, nuzzles against Vash's ear. ]

What do you think? If I make you come like this, are you gonna be thinking about me all the way home? Get hot enough for it to just pin me down and ride me? Or maybe we could make a stop on the way, pick you up something to fuck me with. Hell, why not both?

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Both.

[ he blurts it out, greedy, but how's he supposed to help it? he wants wolfwood every way that he can can have him -- ways neither of them have even thought of yet. just this is enough to have his thighs shaking; wolfwood always touches him like someone gave him a manual beforehand and he's been studying it religiously ever since. he can't stop his hips from rocking, trying to ride the other man's thick fingers, clumsily trying (and failing) to stroke wolfwood in some kind of accompanying rhythm. ]

You're so hot, want you so bad. Nico --

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Soon, baby. You're so good. Feel good, too. So hot and went inside.

[ This standing-up-angle limits how much he can finesse what he's doing, but Vash seems plenty into it anyway. So maybe it's enough, if he just cants his hand so that his fingers stay working inside Vash as the thick heel of his thumb rubs against his clit. ]

I wanna make you come just like this. Watch your face, hear you. Carry it with me to keep me all hot until you get the chance to take revenge.

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[ if there's any chance of having a defense against this, then vash sure as hell hasn't found it yet. just the praise is enough to make him mewl, but then wolfwood shifts his hand up a little and makes sure his thumb finds vash's clit, and... that's pretty much game over.

this is one of those times where it's really aggravating not to have more than two hands. because the prosthetic is doing the very important job of clinging to wolfwood and trying to keep vash upright, and even though he'd like to keep his other hand working on wolfwood's dick --

he's forced to tug it free just so he can press the back of it to his mouth and muffle the little shout he makes as he comes, hips rutting greedily down against wolfwood's fingers. ]

[anthophilia]

[ Vash muffling his cry does nothing to make it any less hot. He's so gorgeous - the flush in his cheeks, the way he rocks hard against Nick's fingers, greedy for it. He hooks his free arm around Vash's waist, making sure he can hold him up if he goes all wobbly-legged, and maybe it's not quite the done thing for what he planned as a dirty quickie but he keeps those fingers moving too - gentle, slow, wanting to ease him through it rather than just call it a good job well done and pull out right away. ]

There you go, sweet thing. Beautiful.

[ But he can't help trolling just a little. If they're gonna do sacrelige, might as well do it right. He buries his face against Vash's, so his mouth is close to Vash's ear, speaks low and quiet. ]

God, the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son has reconcled the world to Himself and poured out the Holy Spirit for the forgiveness of sins. Through the ministry of the church may God grant you pardon and peace, and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

[ If he's not a real priest and he leaves off the Amen at the end it's not too likely to call down a lightning bolt, right? ]

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[ he does go all wobbly-legged, so at first he’s very grateful for the way wolfwood loops an arm around his waist and presses closer. but then comes… that, and vash groans a little sound of protest. ] … is this how they teach Catholics to convert people?

[ it’s devastatingly effective.

but with wolfwood holding him up and no need to stifle himself, his hands can go sneaking back in the direction of wolfwood’s pants. ] … if you’ve already cleaned my slate, that means I can get away with blowing you in here, right?

[ trying for his best pretty please expression. ]

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Only the bad ones.

[ But that next thing makes him snort a laugh, even as it makes his dick twitch with interest. It wasn't the plan, and he should say no... but that look Vash has on his face, like letting Vash suck his dick is absolutely the nicest thing he could do for Vash, is tempting as hell. ]

I don't think the prayer of absolution counts if I'm knuckle-deep in the best pussy I've ever come across while I say it, but you make a convincing argument. You sure? The longer we're in here, the bigger the risk of getting caught.

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[ the grin vash flashes at him after that might as well be straight from the devil himself. ]

It's not my reputation on the line.

[ which is all the warning wolfwood gets before vash plants a little kiss on his mouth and then drops right to his knees, already reaching inside his pants to draw his dick out. there's an appreciative little hum at the sight of him, and vash dips forward to run the flat of his tongue over the slit at the crown of wolfwood's dick. ]

[anthophilia]

Oh, fuck.

[ Maybe he should be a little more concerned about how cheerfully Vash announces that he's willing to put Nick's reputation on the line, but he's too preoccupied with the way just that lick makes one of his knees kick in dangerously. Probably cheating after he made Vash stand through the whole thing, but if he's gonna get through this without falling over? He definitely needs to sit, and plonks himself down on the low bench in the confessional, making sure his knees are spread enough to give Vash room between them. ]

Good thing I'm already out of the game. You'd have me quitting in no time.

[spiculatus]

S'kinda hot, though.

[ he scoots himself closer as wolfwood plops down on the bench, settling between the spread of his thighs and reaching up to wrap his fingers around the base of the other man's dick. and then, maintaining direct eye contact, he licks a slow line up along the underside of wolfwood's dick, that devilish little smile never leaving his face. ] Tempting the devout priest into sin.

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[ Oh, hell. Well, on the bright side, if Vash keeps looking at him like that this is gonna be over too fast for him to worry about getting caught. He threads a hand into Vash's hair, stroking soft as the drag of Vash's tongue makes him hum warmly. ]

Can't be a sin to want you. Angels'd have a hard time saying no.

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Wouldn't be much of a temptation if it was easy to resist, huh?

[ but! as funny as it might be, he doesn't really want to end up getting a scolding from miss melanie about improper use of the confessional. time to get serious about this! it helps that he actually has some experience here -- it turns out that people have lower standards for who they're willing to let go down on them, so this is where most of his forays into fooling around had ended up.

it's nice to be able to put it to use on someone he really likes. so he drops his head a little further and takes wolfwood's dick into his mouth, going ahead and letting him slide inside until he feels the head nudging at the back of his throat. then he gives a pleased little hum at the feel of him there, blue eyes flicking up to gauge his reaction. ]