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Vash was well aware of the eyes that lingered on his form a little too long. The smokey saloon was alive with rowdy bodies, but there was an air that made it all too obvious that certain patrons were getting… nervous, to say the least. The counter was at the very back of the building, as far from the door as you could get, and Vash was parked at the very last barstool, up against the wall. It was no coincidence the seat beside him was empty despite the bar overflowing.
He was almost done sipping his third rum, glancing behind himself and making eye contact with a table of sneering men, their eyes sharpening as Vash adverted his own.
They had decided to split up four days ago, him and Wolfwood, and meet again in this town. Cover as much ground as they could, see what they could find. No use setting a time, just the agreement of, ‘if I’m not there by the fifth day, something happened’.
He shifted in his seat. This was the most obvious place in town to search for a mop of blond spikes or a wrapped cross leaning against the wall, depending on who got there first. Vash slipped in inconspicuous enough, considering himself lucky to catch a drink while he waited for his partner.
But his reputation preceded him, for better, or mostly, for worse. Inaudible murmurs flickered in through the crowd. Blond hair. Red coat. Vash didn’t need to hear it. The stares were like cigarette buds burning into his back. He had quickly realized it may be a bigger issue than he thought, being so far away from the door.
Just drink your rum. Keep your head down. No one has to get hurt if you play your cards right.
There was a slow scuffle of chairs against the floor, people standing up? He saw, out of the corner of his eye, a couple men across the bar take a few tentative steps in his direction. There was a solid, wooden wall to his right, a door behind the counter if he jumped it, and the swinging doors to the front entrance blocked by a full house of patrons. He could get out, that he knew. But could he do it without anyone harming each other ?
“A scotch.” Someone barked to his left where the open barstool once was. “And something sweet for my new friend, here.”
A broad figure dropped onto the barstool, Vash turning to see Wolfwood in his sunglasses, not yet looking at Vash but instead tossing some coins at the bartender. The advancing patrons had sat back down, observing cautiously.
“You’re wearing sunglasses inside at night? Isn’t that kinda weird?” Vash whispered as a vein momentarily throbbed in Wolfwood’s forehead. But Wolfwood didn’t react further, instead accepting the scotch slid before him and taking a long sip, Vash being presented with a screwdriver, of course much more vodka than orange juice.
Wolfwood growled out an, “Ah!”, after he smacked his lips, savioring the burn as it pooled in his stomach. He tilted his head to gaze at Vash, lowering his sunglasses so Vash could see his half lidded eyes. Vash felt a hand on his knee, jumping a millimeter in surprise, it slowly sliding up until it was almost where his thigh met his hip, thumb rubbing into his inner thigh through his pants. His eyes widened as Wolfwood smirked, leaning in.
“Now, what’s a pretty thing like you doin’ in a dump like this?”
Vash stared back at Wolfwood, words taking a moment to sink in before he flushed bright red, feeling the shocked gazed of the men who had been watching.
“I-, I-, what are you, you, why would you… embarrassing me?!?” Vash hissed back nonsensically, quiet enough that no one else could hear, and Wolfwood just gave him a look, barely nodding his head to the now disarmed spectators. The priest continued, “Don’t be shy, sweetheart, have a drink with me.”
They had done this once before to avoid a bar fight, walking out while everyone watched mouths agape, Wolfwood cackling once they had gotten far away enough. “The look on your face!” He teased, wiping a tear away and Vash yelled back indignantly.
In the present, Vash shakily grabbed his drink and sipped, eyes boring into the wood of the counter. He could not believe this bullshit was happening again.
“Someone like you shouldn’t be in here all alone.” Wolfwood continued, scooting closer to Vash. Vash squirmed in his seat, growing warmer.
“I’m… waiting for someone.” He grumbled out, not as forceful as he hoped. Wolfwood whistled low, an arm raising, hand pressing against the wall and boxing Vash in. Vash squirmed, broad back hitting the wooden wall as Wolfwood leaned in with a predatory grin, canines glinting.
“See, I don’t know if I believe that, Blondie. Because this isn’t the kind of place that a guy like you just waits for someone. Unless…”, Wolfwood was almost nose to nose with Vash, Vash’s back completely flush again the wall, face beet red. “Unless you’re waiting for a big, strong man to come along and keep you company. Is that your game, honey? You hoping you’re gonna find a big, strong man in this shithole?”
The cogs in his brain came to a halt, breath coming in faster puffs as adrenaline flushed his veins like a cold IV as he felt the searing gaze of strangers.
“I… I have someone.” Vash whispered, shakier than he intended. Wolfwood let out a rumbling laugh, keeping Vash boxed in with one arm, but removing the other hand from Vash’s thigh and tasking a swing of his scotch, then grabbing Vash’s screwdriver and holding it up to Vash’s lips. Still beet red, Vash nervously took a sip, candy coloured eyes peering up at Wolfwood, before the glass was put back down to be forgotten.
“Of course you do, Angel. But,” Wolfwood looked around, “looks like he left you here.”
“He’ll be here soon.” Vash said hoarsely, sounding like a lie. “And when he gets here, is he going to take real good care of you, pretty boy?” Wolfwood smirked. “When was the last time someone showed you what a pretty thing you are, hm?”
“I-, I don’t, this is, you-“ Vash’s heartbeat was deafening in his ears, hands shaking with adrenaline as Wolfwood grabbed him around the biceps and held him into the wall, whispering into Vash’s ear, “You know, I’m a big, strong man. Do you like to scream, sweet thing? Because I think I’d like to hear you scream.”
Electricity shocked Vash’s spine, traveling all the way to the tips of his toes as Wolfwood surged ahead, kissing feather-soft at that sensitive spot on the side of Vash’s neck. Vash gasped sharply and tried to hike his shoulders up but the strong hands on his biceps kept his shoulders and neck fully exposed as Wolfwood lavished kisses up to his earlobe, and down his trapezius. Sharp tingles zapping through his body, when he heard a faraway wolf whistle Vash cracked an eye open and saw less than half of the bar watching now, no longer believing he could be The Stampede, the remaining eyes glazed with a voyeuristic interest. A strange, shameful heat pooled in his groin and he quivered in Wolfwood’s grasp.
“I know your type,” Wolfwood grumbled into Vash’s ear between kisses, soaking in Vash’s ragged pants, “looking so lost and pretty, but you’re a little tease, aren’t you?”
Vash’s thighs twitched at hearing a random patron heckling them through the other noisy bar room noises and he flushed from ears to chest, turn his head away and biting his lip, a throb forming somewhere he didn’t want to admit.
“Wolfwood, please-“ he begged, a swarm of confusing feelings buzzing in his chest. Shit eating grin plastered to his face, Wolfwood pulled back, lighting a cigarette, and announcing all too obviously, “Let’s find somewhere more comfortable for you, sweetheart.”
Wolfwood’s hand on the small of his back, Vash kept his eyes to the ground as he walked past tables of leering men, some of them cheering Wolfwood with crude comments and lighting his blush even brighter, pulse thumping in his ears.
They were a block away when Vash pushed Wolfwood into an alleyway, one of the building’s back door lamp providing vision in the shadowy night. “I’m gonna kill you!” Vash hissed, Wolfwood cackling as he shouted back, “You don’t kill, Blondie!”
“I do now!” Vash growled, forcing Wolfwood into a headlock, Wolfwood’s hysterical laughter slowly dying down as he slapped Vash’s thigh and croaked, “Mercy, mercy!”
Vash let him go with a push and Wolfwood snickered as he jumped back, rubbing his throat. “Baby, baby,” he laughed, exaggerated charm, “I was only trying to get us out of such a dangerous situation while making sure no one got hurt! This is how you thank me?”
Vash glared at him, face still the colour of a tomato before burying his face in his hands to groan out, “How could you embarrass me like that?! Everyone was watching you… you…” and Wolfwood stepped forward, shushing him and pushing blond up again the brick wall of the alleyway.
“Maybe I just got swept up in the moment, seeing you look so pretty sitting all alone, defenseless!” Wolfwood whined as Vash squinted. “Defenseless?” He repeated, voice laden with irritation.
“Defenseless!” Wolfwood insisted. “What if I wasn’t there and some other man cornered you,” he acted out, caging Vash against the wall with his outstretched arms, “and took advantage of you after we’ve been away for so many moons, you longing for my touch?”
Vash opened his mouth to say ‘you mean for four days’ but before he could get anything out, his thighs seized up as he felt Wolfwood’s knee slip between them, the priest’s muscular thigh pressing against his heat. He gasped, hand shooting out to grip Wolfwood’s jacket.
“You didn’t seem to hate it so much, Spikey.” Wolfwood grinned into his ear, flexing that strong leg into Vash’s crotch. “We’re not doing this here! What if someone from the bar walks by?!” He hissed back, the wetness in his underwear soaking further into his clothes.
“Then be nice and quiet so no one hears.” Wolfwood smirked, dropping to his knees and gripping Vash’s hips, staring directly into Vash’s eyes as he leaned forward, biting the waistband of Vash’s pants and pulling the button undone, tongue flicking out to find the zipper head before giving it a nip and unzipping slowly, pulling his pants down to mid-thigh so Vash couldn’t move much.
“I-“, Vash’s breaths came out ragged, knees feeling weak, but before he could finish, Wolfwood dipped his head in, giving a long, slow lap to Vash’s lips, the flat of his tongue sliding over the hood of Vash’s clit. Knees shaking, Wolfwood’s hands kept his hips pinned firmly against the brick wall.
Metallic hand slapping over his mouth, Vash choked on his gasp as Wolfwood gave languid lick after lick, working his lips open and staring directly up at him, tongue giving an agonizingly slow swirl around his swollen nub. Toes curling in his shoes, Vash panted into his hand as molten liquid filled his gut, throbbing harder and harder as Wolfwood lapped and suckled at his slit.
It wasn’t until Wolfwood latched his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked so, so gently, his nose buried in Vash’s patch of fur, that Vash’s body shuddered, both hands shooting down to grip Wolfwood’s hair.
“O-oh god-“ Vash whined, hot thread in his belly pulling tight. “Shhhhh”, Wolfwood hushed, spelling out a jumble of letters with his tongue on Vash’s clit, Vash quivering on his tiptoes. His hips faultered when he heard distance voices in the street, adrenaline spiking in fear that the shadows weren’t enough to hide them, but before he could hiss at Wolfwood to stop, he felt the hot tongue lap through his folds, searching for his entrance.
Half a keen escaped before his metallic hand slapped over his mouth, Wolfwood burying his face deeper and deeper into Vash’s drenched pussy, head becoming light from the pounding of his heart outpacing the breaths he could take in. His whole body thrummed warmly when Wolfwood’s lips sealed around his clit once more, gentle, quiet slurping at the bud making Vash’s eyes cross, metallic hand keeping his noises in as the wave in his belly blossomed, rising high over him. His legs shuddered, losing their strength quickly as orgasm loomed over him.
Wolfwood used his thumbs to rub encouraging circles into Vash’s inner thigh’s, shock lasering up Vash’s spine and body spasming as Wolfwood unintentionally stroked the the soft, most ticklish patch of skin, whipping Vash over the edge as his brain short circuited at the conflicting but equally intense jolts of pleasure. Screaming muffled into his hand, Vash double over, hips thrusting of their own volition, flesh hand gripping Wolfwood’s hair to pull him off, but Wolfwood’s hands and mouth gripped tighter, the rhythmic slurping and feathering against his inner thighs overwhelming Vash, eyes rolling back as he thrashed, legs scrambling underneath him, flesh hand beating on the wall as he failed to completely muffle his cries with the metallic one.
His body shuddered, and shuddered, and shuddered as Wolfwood tortured his clit in the dark alleyway, playing cruelly with his sensitive inner thighs until Vash sobbed something unintelligible behind his hand, a moment later hot squirt gushing down Wolfwood’s scruffy chin, running down his neck and hairy chest until it eventually found fabric to soak into.
“I-, I-, f-f-uck-king c-ame-“ Vash sobbed out between his fingers and Wolfwood finally released him, Vash gasping for air and becoming boneless. He blinked drowsily as Wolfwood came back up, pressing a wet kiss to Vash’s mouth, tongue slipping in so Vash could taste the nectar of pheromone-soaked pussy. They disconnected, a single thread of saliva connecting them before Wolfwood said lowly, “I know that’s not enough for you, is it, honey? Suck and get them nice and wet-“ as two on his fingers stroked Vash’s lips, asking for passage.
Drunk from orgasm, Vash suckled both fingers down to the base, licking around the tips, between them, up and down the lengths while looking at Wolfwood with half lidded eyes, Wolfwood’s hardening cock tenting in his pants. “Grab onto me.” He said and Vash obliged, popping the fingers out of his mouth and wrapping his arms around Wolfwood’s shoulders, Wolfwood hooking his hands under his knees and plopping him to sit on top of a crate in the alleyway, Vash gasping and scrambling to cover himself when Wolfwood completely rid him on his bottoms. The cool, night air nipped against his gushing, swollen pussy and he jerked his legs closed before Wolfwood pried them open, wet fingers stroking up and down Vash’s slit as his legs quivered.
“Someone’ll hear me-!” Vash choked out, “If I come then they’ll hear me!”
Wolfwood hummed sympathetically, just the tip of his finger pumping in and out and he whispered in Vash’s ear, “Keep it in, then”, slowly pumping deeper, a second finger joining soon after. Vash gasped, then bit his lip down, flashing with irritation.
He wouldn’t come. Wolfwood was going to feel like an idiot and they’d go finish what he started at the inn he checked into earlier that day.
Wolfwood’s thick fingers slipped in and out slowly, folds wet with slick, touching everywhere but that spot that made Vash see stars, spreading a warm, calming pleasure through his gut instead of a throbbing heat. Vash let out an even sigh, enjoying the mild stimulation.
“Oh that’s tight.” Wolfwood hissed into his ear, giving it a small nip. Vash hummed back, feeling himself loosen comfortably as the warmth flickered lightly in his crotch. “I’m gonna warm you up nice and good, until you’re ready for what you really want.”
Vash sighed, eyes closing and head falling back, mindful to keep his hips from shifting forward. Suddenly he squeaked, eyes flickering open when he felt Wolfwood’s other hand trace around his clit lazily.
“Just a little bit-“ Wolfwood insisted before Vash could say anything, “just a bit, Angel, just let me make you feel good for a little bit.” Wolfwood flickered his fingers over the bundle of nerves before Vash could protest, his thighs seizing for a moment. Vash cast a look down the dark alleyway towards the empty street, noises sounding far away, before flushing harder and nodding at Wolfwood, eyes shyly adverted.
“That’s right,” Wolfwood sighed, fingers gradually sliding in and out of the cavern of wet muscle faster, still not hitting the spot of no return but Vash’s walls still giving a flutter as he sighed shakily. “I’m gonna get you nice and ready for my cock so you can beg for it once we get to a room, won’t you? Are you gonna beg me to fill your pretty little hole?”
Vash’s muscles tensed up, hips giving a quiver as he looked away, blushing from his ears to chest, eyes closed tight as he shook his head no.
“No?” Wolfwood gasped, speed picking up just a little, “Is it because I teased you too much today, baby? You’re not gonna come, and you’re not gonna beg for my cock to teach me a lesson?”
Vash bit his lip, thighs tensing up a few times, eyes still closed but nodding yes in response. “Oh god, but my cock would be so good to you-“ Wolfwood whispered right into his ear. “If you begged me, I would pin you down and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. How many times do you you to come? Two times? Three? Four? We don’t have to stop there, I could keep you bouncing and bouncing and bouncing on my dick until you don’t have a single drop of cum left in you.”
Vash’s hips stuttered and he bit back a gasp, heat thrumming hotter in his belly but Nicholas wasn’t touching that perfect little spot inside him. He could do this.
“Or maybe,” Wolfwood growled, switch to his other ear, licking a long stripe up Vash’s neck as his hips stuttered, “maybe I’ll pin you down and fuck you until you’re so, so close, I’ll feel you tighten up around me again and again, and I’ll hear you moan and sob on my cock over and over, but I won’t let you come.”
Vash keened, arching his back, Wolfwood’s fingers slapping again wet skin faster and faster, still not hitting the spot he needed but a hot wire coiling tight in his belly. “Oh, you don’t like that, do you?”
Vash shook his head, eyes still screwed tightly closed, when he felt Wolfwood’s hand leave his clit and instead grab his lower jaw, turning his head. Wolfwood fingers rapidly fucked in and out of his tight cunt, the little bundle of nerves inside of him still left untouched, but now the palm of that hand slapping wetly against Vash’s clit every time the fingers fully sheathed.
“Look at me, Vash.” Wolfwood commanded, patronizingly sweet. Vash’s bleary eyes cracked open, hands scrambling to grab the crate below him for purchase. “Why don’t you like that?”
“Because-“ Vash gasped out, legs shuddering, wave of pleasure growing over him, “because I want to come.”
A grin like a wolf cornering a sheep, Wolfwood released Vash’s jaw and slapped that hand over Vash’s mouth, Vash’s eyes flashing wide as Wolfwood’s finger crooked up just right, his whole pussy clamping down as the finger rapidly fucked right into that perfect spot inside him.
“Oh pretty boy, but you can’t,” Wolfwood cooed, nose to nose with Vash as the blond sobbed behind the hand sealing his mouth shut, “you’re gonna be a good boy for me and keep it in, remember?”
Vash couldn’t stop himself from fucking back on those fingers, cunt spasming as his mind grew fuzzy, Wolfwood whispering so affectionately, “I know you wanna come so bad sweetheart, god your legs are shaking so much, but you just can’t.”
His eyes crossed, gut tight like an elastic pulled taunt, his cries buzzed behind Wolfwood’s hand as the spot inside him was teased and tortured, Wolfwood growling, “Oh no baby, you look like you’re so close!”
Vash clenched down, legs trembling harder, back bowing off the wall that the crate was pushed up against, teetering on the cusp when Wolfwood coaxed him, so sickeningly sweet with a grin, “Be a good boy and hold it in for me, I know you can do it, be a good boy and don’t sob and scream while my fingers fuck you just right, be a good boy and don’t let any of that squirt out, oh god I bet it wants to leak out so bad-“
He tried to sob out that he couldn’t, he tried to sob out that he was already there-
“You’re gonna be a good boy and you’re not gonna come.”
The wave loomed over Vash, slap of Wolfwood’s palm teasing his swollen, red clit causing his toes to curl.
“You’re gonna be a good boy and you’re not gonna come.”
His muscles all clamped down, sobbing heavily behind Wolfwood’s hand, hot tears falling as his cunt throbbed and throbbed and throbbed, electricity shocking his whole body, oh god, it felt like he was gonna p-
“You’re gonna be a good boy and you’re not gonna-”
Eyes rolling back, Vash bucked against the fingers, fucking them deeper as he screamed, muffled by the hand, a gush of hot squirt painting Wolfwood’s jacket as Wolfwood gasped with faux-surprise, Vash’s body shuddering as he was coming, clit aching as the wet slapping continued, his entire body recoiling as he thrashed against the overstimulation, sobbing and begging unintelligible.
“Oh, Angel,” Wolfwood chuckled, “if you wanna come that bad, then let’s get it all out of you.”
Fingers fucking him, palm wetly slapping against his clit, oh fuck he felt like he had to pee again, body seizing up too much to thrash free, Vash’s vision whited out, whipped over a second peak as he heard Wolfwood say from far away, “That’s right, make a big mess for me-“
When Vash came to, he was panting, sobbing as Wolfwood was lining up his leaking cock at Vash’s entrance, his pants only unzipped enough to free his length, hands on Vash’s hips. “You’re okay, I got you,” Wolfwood said gently, thrusting in slowly, inch by inch. Vash’s legs shuddered violently, sobbing loudly when Wolfwood bottomed out, Wolfwood hissing at the delicious tightness that hugged his needy cock.
“Want me to help you stay quiet, Sugar?” Wolfwood whispered as he fucked in and out so, so slowly, staring deep into Vash’s glazed over eyes. Vash mumbled and nodded with desperate eyes. A cold wave of adrenaline washed through his veins when one of Wolfwood’s large hands wrapped around his throat.
“Two taps to release, you understand?” Wolfwood said clearly, and Vash nodded slowly, pussy giving a throb when Wolfwood’s hand closed, cutting off the blood circulation but not his breath. He gave off a choked noise when Wolfwood thrust all the way in and out, agonizingly slow but still so much, too much for his swollen slit.
“Four fucking days, just four fucking days and I thought about you every moment.” Wolfwood growled, deep, pounding thrusts jolting Vash’s body, Vash’s mind growing warm and soft. “I couldn’t wait to taste you, to hear you scream and beg and sob for me, and what do I see when I find you?”
Vash’s mouth murmured something that wasn’t real words.
“The whole bar eyeing my pretty boy, all by himself.”
If Vash’s mind wasn’t coated in thick honey, he would have reminded Nicholas it was for very different reasons that eyes were on him, but his mind was glazed over, throbbing from his pussy pulsating through his whole body.
“I had to make sure everyone in that bar knew I was taking that sweet thing home. Do you think they know you’re screaming on my cock right now? Do you think they could walk by and see you taking it so good?”
Eyes unseeing, flushed from ears to chest, Vash’s hips canted up unconsciously and hands grabbed at the wrist of Wolfwood’s choking hand. Wolfwood hissed, cock engulfed in the hot, wet heat that gripped tighter and tighter.
“Oh, atta boy-“ Wolfwood grunted, drilling Vash rapidly as the hot wires in Vash’s stomach popped one by one, heat bubbling over as the thrum echoed throughout his body, eyes squinted as he sobbed and nothing came out, unseeing his partner before him as he teetered on the brink of orgasm.
“Vash.” Wolfwood growled, and Vash’s faraway eyes had the smallest flicker of register.
“Don’t come.”
The wave crashed down, drowning Vash as his mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes rolling back, he was gone, swept under the current of pleasure.
And then the hand was gone, blood rushing back to his brain and Vash’s body seized, second orgasm rocking him to the core as his back arched, scream slipping out before a hand was slapped over his mouth, hips stuttering and milking tighter and tighter, lava hot explosion in his gut as his muscles quivered to release, splattering Wolfwood’s jacket with the last dribbles of squirt.
“Oh, fuck-“ Wolfwood sobbed, hips losing pace as he desperately jackhammered, grunting as the knot in his belly broke, painting Vash’s insides, the sticky cum frothing as Wolfwood forced Vash to ride through the orgasm.
Panting heavily, Wolfwood pulled out, thick strings of seed pooling out as Vash’s body shuddered, gasping for air. Wolfwood covered Vash’s body with his clothes, the blond too overwhelmed to think to put them back on.
“You still with me?” Wolfwood asked asked after a couple minutes of both catching their breath, and Vash nodded shakily, finally moving to put on his bottoms. Wolfwood sighed contently, running a hand through his hair and turning around to pick up the Punisher when something pelted his back sharply.
“What the fuck?” He barked, whipping around to see a fuming Vash.
“Y-you!” Vash choked out, accusatory finger pointed towards the priest, “You manipulated me!!”
Wolfwood squinted at him with a ‘huuuuh?’
“I manipulated you?!” He repeated sarcastically as Vash nodded vigorously, pelting him with another rock.
“I wanted to go back to the inn, but you KNEW if you started saying those… those things to me, I’d- and in the alley where anyone could see us?!”
Wolfwood scoffed and quipped back, “Yeah, I manipulated you into coming your brains out and giving me a squirt shower.”
Vash gasped indignantly, staring at Wolfwood for a moment before flinging another rock at him.
“Holy shit, will you stop that?!”