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 That they test people, they can be withdrawn or outright rude, that some of them probably won’t even look at him.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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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?

[anthophilia]

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. ]

[spiculatus]

[ 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.

[anthophilia]

[ 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.

[spiculatus]

[ 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.

[anthophilia]

[ 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.

[spiculatus]

[ 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.

[anthophilia]

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. ]

[spiculatus]

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. ]

[anthophilia]

I'm gonna have to start a drug ring so I can afford you.

[ Mostly joking! That hum catches his attention better than his new business plan though, and he scrapes teeth gently over the skin there. ]

My turn, now?

[spiculatus]

[ vash snorts at him, teasing but fond. leans in to press another kiss to wolfwood's mouth, smiling against him. ] How d'you figure? Wanna be inside you.

[ but he strokes gently over one of wolfwood's hips, giving him a little squeeze. ] That's still okay, yeah?

[anthophilia]

Yeah. God, yeah. I'm just feelin' kinda selfish, over here.

[ Hard not to. Vash just made him come so hard he's starting to think he was too hasty about not believing in God, and now he's gearing up to do it again? And Nick's just gonna let him? Greedy! He runs his hands over Vash, slow and adoring. ]

Never forgive myself if I bagged a hottie like you and lost you 'cause I wasn't taking care of you.

[spiculatus]

[ listen, vash gets the feeling! it's the same way he'd felt last night, when wolfwood put his mouth on vash's pussy and proceeded to work absolute magic. but he cups wolfwood's face in both his hands and dips in to kiss him anyway, long and sweet and slow.

bumping their foreheads together once he pulls back, making sure he's got wolfwood's attention. ] Maybe I think you're the kinda guy who deserves to get to be selfish, sometimes.

[ and then, breaking the mood a little with a playful tweak to wolfwood's nipple and a grin. ] Or maybe I just really like the way you look when you come. You can decide!

[anthophilia]

[ It's playing dirty to tweak his nipple and say something like that! How's he supposed to be Manly and Assertive about wanting to get Vash off first immediately after making a little whine in the back of his throat? He gives it up as a lost cause, leans in to nip at Vash's lip before he grins. ]

You're the boss. Let's get you all dicked up, then.

[spiculatus]

Yes, sir!

[ who is vash to deny the most gorgeous man alive anything he wants? which is why he presses another kiss to wolfwood's mouth and then finally pulls away from him, scooping up the harness again and seeing if he can figure out the trick to getting it on. fortunately, it's not nearly as hard as it looked when it was just a tangle of buckles and straps, and he makes pretty quick work of it. the jizz tubes are a little more complicated, especially since he has to figure out how to get said jizz in there, but.

once that's done, and he's able to add the dildo as a final touch? he kneels on the bed to let wolfwood have a look, giving him a very sexy hip shimmy that makes the dildo bounce. ehehe. ]

Look, Nico. [ taking one of wolfwood's hands in his, guiding it to the dildo, stroking his fingers along it. ] See what you do to me? I'm so hard for you.

[anthophilia]

[ He wants to help. Manages to rein himself it once it's obvious it's not necessary; Vash's fingers are just as quick and sure with those straps and buckles as they were when he was making the wreath, so Nick would probably only get in the way. He just watches, but watching doesn't stop him from getting kind of a hot jolt when he sees it all hooked up. It looks good on Vash, the straps stark and enticing against his pale skin - and of course, the dildo itself, like a promise. Vash guides his hand there and for a moment all he can do is make a little sound that seems to rumble up from his chest, letting his fingers be dragged over it -

and then inspiration strikes. ]

Stay right there. Just like that.

[ And he wriggles around until he's on his stomach, propped up on his elbows, face to face with it. Leans forward to part his lips and drag his tongue over the dildo, a long line up from the base, flicking his eyes up to Vash when he closes his mouth over the tip of it. Sure, he can't feel it, but maybe he'll enjoy a little show? ]

[spiculatus]

[ oh.

it is good. even if vash can't feel it, just the sight is enough to make heat bloom up from the pit of his stomach. and when wolfwood flicks his eyes up to meet his, vash moans out a low sound in response, hips twitching with an instinctive urge to push forward. ]

Nico. You look so good like that. [ carding his hands through the other man's thick hair, licking his lips. ] Can you --

Will you take a little more for me? I wanna see --

[anthophilia]

[ Holy shit. He was pretty sure this was gonna have an effect, but the way Vash responds is far above his expectations. One of his main worries about letting Vash get him off first and then jumping right to it was that it'd probably take him a while to get hard again, let alone come from it if that's what Vash wants - but doing this and seeing Vash react like that? He'll be ready to go in no time. ]

Yeah. [ Voice a little rough already, just at the thought of it, but - ] C'mere.

[ If he's gonna do it, he wants to do it right. Put on a show. He wrangles Vash over to the side of the bed, starts to climb off so he can kneel in front of him - and snags that little egg vibe just in case Vash wants something a little closer to the whole experience. For now he just puts it down beside Vash with Intent, and settles in. Nestles his hand flat against Vash's body, the crook of his thumb and forefinger holding the dildo steady as he starts up again - opens his mouth into an o, tongue presented like a plush little cushion for Vash's dick as he slips it into his mouth and starts to slide over it. No need for finesse here, but he can't help the instinct that takes over and has him stroking his tongue against it. ]

[spiculatus]

[ 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. ]

[anthophilia]

[ 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. ]

[spiculatus]

[ 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. ]

[anthophilia]

[ 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. ]

[spiculatus]

[ 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.

[anthophilia]

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. ]

[spiculatus]

[ 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.