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It started how most of their evenings go. The rag tag group has recently blown in after a shoot out in the next town over. Nick heads in close after Vash, to check to see if there is any trouble before the girls follow in hot on their heels. The men of the group looked a little worse for wear. By some powers that be, Meryl still is looking prim and proper as always. Milly has a smudge of dirt on her coat that Meryl absentmindedly brushes off as she lets out a little sigh. The cost looks clear for now. She looks over to Vash when she hears a little wince from the man. He is clutching at his side that took a surprise knife slash. Although it was thankfully shallow, it still stung like hell. Nick claps him on the shoulder and gives him a squeeze before checking in to see if they could get two rooms with doubles. She rolls her eyes at Vash’s moon eyes. Those two idiots.
Speaking of idiot here comes the other now. “Who wants to play some cards?!” he says with a swarmy grin, wiggling his brows. In his hands is a bottle of some presumably cheap booze and some chipped glasses for him and Vash.
“Oh no you don't. This is our third shootout in as many days! Milly and I are going to clean up and get some sleep. You two morons can make googoo eyes at each other by yourselves tonight.” The men sputter as Milly waves goodbye over her shoulder to them, her other arm linked with Meryl's.
“They really do look at each other like they each hang the moon don't they dear” they hear Milly chuckle as the girls round the corner of the stairs.
“Ah haha just ignore them, Spikes. And get ready to lose.” Wolfwood says seriously as he starts to climb the opposite stairs to their room.
Several rounds of cards later, and the game has divulged into strip poker. All going according to plan. Although Wolfwood had only just managed to get Vash out of his iconic red coat. And he maybe starts to drool a little as he sees his skin through the cut outs of his, quite frankly, absurd body suit. This might be his favorite look of his, after purely naked Vash. Only because he had to work so hard to get the spikey idiot comfortable in his own skin around him. He feigns looking at his cards to instead look over the top of them to get a good look at Vash’s abdomen. He sees the beautifully soft skin in between all the scars other men have left there. And that thought didn't sit right with him. How anyone can touch divinity with anything but holy worship is beyond him. Then Wolfwood spots the mostly healed and pink slash he has gotten earlier in their fight. His eyes narrow as he thinks of that fuck who thought he got one up on Vash.
During the middle of the shoot out he had feigned an injury at the foot of the Stampede who selflessly tried to help the man to his feet. Quick to suddenly rise, he whipped out a blade from his boot to stab Vash. Not quick enough though as Vash spun away and then back to the man. He then grabbed his arms in a fake tango and spun him to Nick, away from the raining bullets, who then knocked him flat on his ass for taking a cheap shot at his angel. “Nick, AH-!” as Vash reached to chastise Wolfwood for knocking the man out cold, he felt the tug of a fresh shallow wood. “Ahhhh maaaaan. This is really going to sting on the way to the next town.”
“Idiot”, Nick chuckled to himself.
“Uh hellooooo, No Man’s Land to Wolfwood! I think I'm really about to win over here. Could you at least pay attention to me?” He whines.
“Oh I’m always paying attention to you, Blondie.” he says in his most suggestive tone. Mostly because he has gotten so turned on by just the patch of skin showing on Vash and definitely not because Wolfwood has just been left in his boxers right now and is most definitely going to lose this poker game.
“Uh, oh” Vash gulps as Nick gets up from his seat to stalk towards him. All slow and predatory like. “B-but the game…”
“Forget the game darlin, I have something else I would much rather play with.” In the next second Wolfwood grabbed Vash under the thighs and hoisted him up bridal style out of his chair and walked over towards the bed. Vash yelps then suddenly realizes the ploy and comes to his senses, slapping Nick on the shoulder.
“Hey you sore loser! I was about to kick your ass. You denied me my hard earned winnings!” Wolfwood unceremoniously dumped his blondie on the bed and raised a brow at him.
“You wanna see your hard winnings, Angel?”
“Ugh that was so bad, Nick. Gross”
“Naaaah you like it when I’m gross”
“I do like you” Vash says with what seemed like stars in those impossible colored eyes. Or maybe that was his plant markings. Their glasses had come off a few rounds ago. Either way Nick blushes from the sheer honesty in his voice.
He decides to shut him up the second best way he knows how. (The first is donuts, that damn glutton.) A soft moan is exhaled from Vash as Wolfwood begins to slowly kiss from his lips, down to his neck, down his chest, down, down, down, down as he kisses and licks all of the marks left from mankind's stupid hate of the Typhoon. His small grunt of frustration can be heard as pleasure for as far as Vash knows. Why are the marks bothering him so badly? Not that fact that they are there mind you. He thinks Vash is the prettiest damn thing on this god forsaken planet. No comparison. It's just the intentions that were there from the start of each mark. Hate. To harm. To kill. It's just not sitting right with him tonight. How could anyone want to touch Vash other than out of worship. He suddenly remembers his idiot tangoing with his literal stabber before he swung him toward Nick to handle. How dare another man touch him.
Woah okay aggressive much, Wolfwood thinks. Get your head back in the game.
Just as Vash was about to check on Nick, he slides down lower and gives a broad lick right up Vash’s cunt. “Ah! Nick, give a guy some warning”
“Warning” Nick muffles between Vash’s thighs. Vash's resulting snort turns into some unholy mix with a moan and Wolfwood chuckles against his lips as he explores his favorite place on the planet. Vash is already pretty wet so Wolfwood takes his sweet time slurping up all of his planty, citrus, sweetness between his folds. “Cant waste a drop” he mutters to no one in particular. Vash snorts again. He loves when Nick's oral fixation just takes control. He continues giving slow kisses and licks as he goes back up to his chubby clit where he then sucks and bobs his head a bit.
“Oh god, fuck!” Vash moans. He gently placed his hand on the back of Wolfwood's neck just to feel it work.
“Thats not my name baby try again”
“Oh my god will you shut–uuuuuuuuh!”
Nick loves this. Their easy back and forth. Sex is fun with Vash. Hell, even running for their lives is more enjoyable than most things as long as they are together. Woah okay Nick dial back the lovey dovey thoughts before you spill the words that are always at the tip of your tongue, he thinks. Just then a scar catches the corner of his eye. It's an old one high up on Vash’s thigh. And he gets annoyed all over again. Suddenly needing a different view and desperately needing his dick wet he sits up.
“You ready needle-noggin?” A bitten lip, bedroom eyes and a nod give him the go ahead to enter. But like most things he has to make Vash squirm. He takes his cock in hand and slowly drags it up and down, up and down his angels dripping folds. Vash huffs because he just knows Nick is being a literal teasing dick right now.
“Come o–!” Nick shoves home.
“Nope can’t come yet darlin, we're just getting started!” He doesn't miss the eyeroll Vash does before hiding his moans behind his arm. Nick's thrust has been more like slow grinds but he catches a glimpse of a scar again and just feels the animal within him beat on the cage. He starts to amp up the pace and promptly takes vash by his prosthetic legs and bends him in half. “FUuuuck baby you always feel so good.” Nick moans. Then for good measure gives him a swift slap to his ass.
“Fuck!” gasp Vash. He can tell from the upticks of moans that Vash is starting to get close.
“Thats it darlin come on my cock” he urges as he begins to gently circle his clit to get him towards the finish line.
“Oh f-fuck, c-coming, ooohh” Vash yells! He lights up like a light show so blinding that Wolfwood has to squint his eyes a bit. “
Thats it baby.” The lights fade.
Wolfwood takes in the view of Vash under him and all the markings from men who chose to harm instead of worship his angel. And he just can’t take it anymore. Vash lets out a surprised cry as Wolfwood pulls out suddenly but seems to melt a bit back into submission as the other man starts to jerk off himself while making eye contact. Vash almost has to look away with the animalistic stare and lo- no he can’t think that. That adoration in Nick's eyes. With a raw groan Wolfwood finds his release. All over Vash. As he comes he paints the milky white over his divine angel. He couldn't help it; he had to try to cover the marks of previous men with his own. How dare anyone touch him with anything but lo- worship in their hearts.
Mutual heavy breaths fill the silence.
Even during his come down, Wolfwood felt like he was in a trance. Just slowly spreading his seed everywhere he could reach. His stomach, tracing the lines down to his sweet center, over his thighs. He just looks so beautiful with the remnants of pleasure on his face, he thinks to himself. The animalistic, selfish part of his brain starts to pipe up. He doesn't belong to those men. He belongs to me. I will take care of him the way he deserves. Mine, mine, mine.
“Nick, what-”
“I couldn't take the sight of it anymore. All the pain man has caused you when all you do is bend fucking backwards for them. They don't deserve you. No, stop, you need to hear this! For once let me tell you what you deserve to hear” Nick stops Vash’s expected protest as soon as he opens his mouth to object. “You deserve to be worshiped at your feet. To know nothing but-” Nick stops suddenly and swallows.
Suddenly Vash fears what comes next. This obvious feeling between them that they are both too stubborn to say. They have a practiced dance around the word that they both fear so much. And for what? When any day on this hell of an unforgivable planet could be their last?
“Nico you don’t-”
“Love.” He says as he makes sure to look straight into those big, beautiful, seaglass eyes. “ I had to mark you with something resemblin love. Because I do Vash. I love you. So damn much it terrifies the hell outta me. And I know I am being an asshole because I did it right after sex. You deserve somethin nice and romantic, somethin special-” He suddenly stops his guilty spiraling when he sees tears well up in Vash’s eyes.
“Nick, you shouldn’t” as he leans closer.
“But I do. And we both know how stubborn I am. You can’t sway me on this, Spikes. I will love you until the day I die.” Nick leans in closer too. Close enough to cradle his angels face as he kisses the tears away.
“You dont hafta say it back-”
“NO!ILOVEYOUTOO!” Vash quickly says. Nick takes a moment to be stunned then chuckles. They really are two big idiots.
Both men are blushing as Vash continues. “I love you, Nicholas D. Wolfwood. I love your big heart. And how it always has room for others even though you would deny that fact to the grave. You are a good, good man.” Nicks ears go bright red as he turns away and says,
”Okay enough you big sap.” They both chuckle as their gaze looks back down at the mess Vash is. Jesus Fucking Christ Wolfwood, you said all that with your cum still out to dry on the big idiot. Now he is burning with embarrassment. Vash catches the look and turns Nick's head back towards himself. A heat so intense suddenly lights him up. With his hand on his cheek he says with arousal in his voice, “You know I did want it inside right?” Grateful for the sudden change of subject Wolfwood pulls out the charm and with his best swarmy grin he scoops what hasn't dried up yet with his fingers, reaches down, and slowly pushes what he can inside Vash’s cunt.
“Oh baby I can put it inside. I can fill you up with my cum every day if you’d let me. Would you like that?” Okay maybe he got a little sappy there.
“Yes, Nick, please.” Vash quickly leans in to kiss that looks right off Wolfwood's dumb face. Two can play this game. He turns it scorching as he laps his tongue inside Nick's mouth. They both let out moans that are swallowed up by their mouths repeatedly latching and sucking onto each other. Vash pulls back just far enough to say “I. Love. You” punctuated by a kiss and lap between each word. Nick has to push his spikey idiot back down to the mattress by his face to get a moment to breathe. Vash giggling all the while. Thanks to the hottest kiss of his life, Wolfwood is rock hard again.
“You think that's funny do ya?” He suddenly grabs Vash by the thighs, lines him up and slides home with no warning as Vash lets out a surprised gasp.
“Oh, fuck, Nick. Please, please fuck me.” he manages to get out as Nick graciously gives him time to adjust.
“I gotcha baby, I gotcha.”At this moment Vash is so overwhelmed by Nick's cock in his still sensitive hole, and his declaration of love that the tears just start flowing. Vash grabs him for a quick kiss then buries his head in Nicks neck as he whimpers from the love/pleasure combo. Wolfwood slows down his pumping and runs his fingers through the fluffy golden hair. “I’ve always got you, Vash” A few more pumps and they both come together. Completely wrapped up in each other. After a few moments, Nick looks up when he hears Vash’s sniffing. A little spike of fear runs down Nick's spine. “Are you okay, darlin?” Oh no, what if I fucked up? He thinks to himself.
Before he can get to worked up, Vash pipes up between sniffs, “So-, so good. I love you so much Nick.” He slowly rubs his hand up and down Nick's back. Wolfwood quietly hums with pleasure at the sensation then pushes the blonde's hair off his forehead and stamps it with a quick kiss. “Alright angel we gotta clean off. We’re pretty gross.”
“One more minute” he grumbles as he squeezes Wolfwood for dear life. He lets out a wheeze of a laugh.
“Okay, one more minute Angel”
Then they fell asleep, Nick still nestled inside Vash.