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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a pack of travelers trudging through the desert for many days on end, must be in want of a drink.
Which is why they ended up here, in the middle of a crowded bar in a shitstain of a town far to the west of any notable civilization and firmly to the east of the places they’d like to forget.
Even for a Wednesday evening the place was rowdy as all hell, townspeople flocked together like wild thomases around an oasis after their hard day’s work. Still - the place seemed to be relatively trouble-free, the town’s high elevation on a mountain plateau making them capable of generating their energy by a pretty efficient wind power system in lieu of a proper plant. Nothing there for bandits to steal, too remote to get in trouble with their neighbors. It was pretty ideal all things considered, and Wolfwood could tell by the tired slant of his companions’ shoulders that they relished in the chance to let their hair down for a change as much as he did.
It was also why they had no problems wasting their meager double pennies on an indulgent amount of rounds, payer elected through a cutthroat series of drinking games. Wolfwood had gotten by pretty easy due to his good Christian upbringing and their failure to specify what kind of bodycount. Vash, 130-year old harlot, was having no such luck.
“Off her feet?”
Vash groaned into the table. “Let’s just move on.”
“I’m sure she was a lovely lady, but she’d been working all night. Did they not smell?” Milly asked, terribly concerned.
“That’s where your focus is?” Meryl exclaimed, hands flailing empathically and smacking the head of a random passerby. She did not seem to notice his glare, too busy half-standing on her chair in her effort to turn around to the offending party. “He put his tongue in her–”
“ Alright, alright, next question please?” Vash interrupted with an equally cartoonish motion of his hands, still half doubled over the table.
“Senpai has a thing with feet. She doesn’t mean to judge,” Milly assured, a good gesture negated somewhat by the disgusted vomiting noises Meryl was making to her left.
Wolfwood took a swig of his beer, feeling pleasantly buzzed as the warmth of alcohol ran down to his stomach. He was pretty sure he was the least inebriated of the group, what with Meryl’s poor tolerance, the way Vash had been made to down punishment shots along with his rapidly losing score, and the way Milly was sneaking sips from them when she thought he wasn’t looking. Still, Wolfwood’s mind was comfortably hazy, and he felt some of the tension in his upper back had loosened with relaxation.
He saw Milly pout as Vash downed the last of his current shot, and decided to be a good samaritan and give her an excuse to buy herself a new round.
“Alright, never have I ever been given a blowjob by a coworker.”
Meryl gave him a you’re-dead-to-me-look that he brushed off with a good finger gun. She doled out about 20 of those on a good day, so they didn’t really faze him very much anymore. Milly made a gleeful sound as she took a swig of her drink.
In the periphery of his inebriated gaze, he saw Vash demurely take a drink of his own pint. Wolfwood smacked him on the shoulder (though it somehow landed on his pec), chiding.
“Ya trying to cheat now? Y’gotta have a dick to get a blowjob, it’s in the dictionary. Ha. Dick-tionary.”
Vash cocked his head slightly, blinking at him. “I do have one?”
Wolfwood’s brows furrowed as he thought back. He’d made intimate acquaintance with what was between Vash’s legs in the last couple of months. Sometimes Vash had had to peel him off when he decided Vash’s cunt was what he was having for dinner, and didn’t feel inclined to stop for at least a few hours. He could probably recreate his pussy from sense-memory alone.
“Uhh. No you don’t.”
Vash looked away, pretty blush spread all the way to his ears from alcohol and flustered heat, long eyelashes batting nervously against his cheeks. “It’s uhh. A plant thing. I can sorta. Do both?”
Wolfwood gaped at him, the information taking a slow route to his synapses through the fog of too many tequilas and the many implications of his boyfriend having a secret dick.
“What.”
Vash avoided having to answer by taking a full swig of his beer. His jaw bobbed slowly with the motion of swallowing, casting a sharp shadow. Wolfwood got momentarily distracted from his revelations.
“I’m surprised you’ve had a job before,” Milly commented.
Vash pouted. “How dare you.”
“Guess a pretty face doesn’t get you everywhere in life,” Meryl shrugged, popping a french fry in her mouth.
“You all knew about this?” Wolfwood asked, feeling betrayed.
“Oh yeah,” Meryl said, licking the salt from her lips. “We roomed with him a lot before you joined. And there were a lot of, uh, guests in his rooms whenever we hit a major city . We had to grab him and go when shit went down early in the mornings, so I’ve seen way more than I’ve ever wished for of Vash’s junk.”
“That implies you did wish to see it a little bit though,” Vash pointed out.
Meryl hit his forehead with a french fry in a show of impressive marksmanship.
“You shut up. Milly’s is bigger anyways.”
Vash made a whiny sound. “Hey, maybe I’m a grower.”
Milly placated her girlfriend in the method that had never failed her yet, gently lifting her into her lap and patting her head. Meryl made a pleased sound, nuzzling into her hand as she swayed slightly in her new seat.
Wolfwood’s brain had finally caught up to his body and he turned so he was leaning elbow over table.
“You have a dick.”
“Yep,” Vash confirmed.
“A penis.”
“Uh huh.”
“Why has this never come up before?”
“Oh I mean,” Vash laughed, “I figured you were mostly into vaginas. So I didn’t really see the point in, uh, adding anything to the equation yknow? It’s not like I prefer using one or the other,” he ended with a shrug.
Wolfwood considered this for a moment. “If I were sober I’d give you the whole spiel about how I love you regardless of what your body looks like and that you don’t need to hide shit like this from me. But.”
Vash swallowed, studying him with that breathtaking intensity. His voice cracked slightly. “But.”
Wolfwood placed a cigarette to his mouth and lit it slowly, reveling in the steadying burn. “But right now I just need to know exactly what it feels like hitting my throat.”
“Oh,” Vash said. “Well okay then.”
He rose to his feet with a wobbly motion, knee hitting his chair clumsily.
“See ya tomorrow,” Wolfwood called over his shoulder as he grabbed his boyfriend in one hand and the room keys in the other.
“Be safe!” Milly called back, tiny girlfriend now doubling as a forward facing backpack
Vash made a breathless, giggly sound as Wolfwood pulled him up the stairs. “Eager are we?”
“My boyfriend just told me he has magic alien genitalia. How do you think I feel?”
Vash chirped happily as Wolfwood manhandled him into their room and pressed him firmly against the inside of the door, locking it and throwing the keys somewhere on the floor unceremoniously. Vash grabbed his face between gloved hands, cradling his head as he kissed him slowly. It wasn’t a chaste kiss by any means, his desire shown in the pressure of his tongue and intense, rapidfire heat that coiled against Wolfwood’s spine at the way Vash took his time to take him apart, layer by layer, to wreck him before they even got started.
Oh. This was how it was gonna be tonight.
Vash was always a lot when he got like this, all heavy attention focused solely on him, like the gunman could see every single impulse that flitted across his muscles, like he was a piece of art to be studied, every reaction cataloged for future use. It made him feel hot all over, like Wolfwood could burn up completely, drown under Vash’s clever hands and clever gaze.
He swallowed a sound as Vash nosed into his neck and licked a stripe before biting gently at his skin, worrying it between his sharp canines. It made Wolfwood dizzy with how fast his blood was rushing downwards. He could feel a patch of wetness grow in his underwear at the thought of just how different this man was, so etherically beautiful and so incomprehensibly powerful. If he wanted he could snap Wolfwood’s spine with just a snap of his wrist, but instead he was holding him so gently, so kindly even as his insistence grew. Wolfwood choked on an inhale as Vash pressed his thigh against his crotch, encouraging him to grind against it. Wolfwood felt mortification burn as he felt his wetness rub down on the leather of Vash’s ridiculous undersuit.
“So how –ah how do I get this thing outta you Spikey? Do I gotta say some magic word?”
Vash huffed against his neck, sending a ripple of goosebumps over the spot he licked. “No. That’d be fun though wouldn’t it?”
Wolfwood rubbed his thumb over an exposed sliver of skin at his hip. “Either way you better take some clothes off already. Wanna see how it happens.”
Vash laughed gently, grinding him down harder with his hands splayed over Wolfwood’s waist, just to tease before letting him go. “Alright, alright. I would never want to deny you anything babe.”
“You’re so full of shit,” Wolfwood shot back as he lit another cigarette and started unbuttoning his shirt. “You love to deny me things.”
Vash smiled, the picture of innocence. “Only because you’re so pretty when you beg.”
Wolfwood promptly ignored the lightning strike of pleasure that passed through him at that. “Get on with it already,” he muttered, puffing a cloud of smoke out and leaning back against the wood. He could totally be casual about this.
His eyes traced Vash’s movements, unbuckling the rubik's cube that contained his outer clothes attached to his body. When he was mostly naked, save for some of the supportive parts of his latex undersuit, he turned back to face him. Wolfwood’s eyes immediately went to his crotch to see if the penis magic had already happened, but was faced with the regular blond patch of hair he had come to know and love.
Vash answered his unasked question. “It, uh, I can make it come out under stimulation.”
He looked awkward just standing there, eyes flitting down to the floor and hand rubbing at the back of his neck, a nervous habit.
“Why are you being so weird about this? I’m not exclusively into pussy if that’s what you’re worried about.”
The other man worried his lower lip between his teeth and scrunched his face up in that way he did when he tried to put his thoughts into words, so Wolfwood let him take his time, finishing off his cigarette while Vash worked his shit out.
“It’s just, I usually stick to one or the other with people. You’re sure this isn’t too much weird alien stuff? No hard feelings if it is.”
Wolfwood sighed, putting his cigarette out on a dusty ashtray placed on their nightstand because he was raised right, thank you very much, before walking up to the man and slotting his hands around his waist.
“Vash. When we were sitting around all those people downstairs, all I could think about you rearranging my guts with your cock. If you changed your mind that’s fine by me, but I cannot understate how horny I am for your sexy alien bod.”
Vash’s tension melted out of him, shoulders sinking and lines of his mouth softening. “God. Do you know how much I’ve thought about this?”
A shiver went up Wolfwood’s back as Vash started sliding his hands over his now bare skin, tracing a line from his chest to the jut of his hip bones, exploring like he hadn’t done so a hundred times before.
“Yeah? You should tell me about it,” he gasped as a leather thumb flicked over his nipple.
“Mmm. I’ve thought about bending you over a table and fucking you until you scream yourself hoarse. Thought about making you cry on my cock and filling you up with my cum,” Vash told him, breathlessly reverent.
“Yeah?” Wolfwood urged, tracing his mouth down his chest and nipping his teeth over the pale happy trail. “What about me ridin’ you? Bet I’d feel you all the way in my throat.”
“God,” Vash groaned as Wolfwood happily nestled his face in between firm thighs and nosed against his pubes. “What did I do to deserve such a sexy boyfriend.”
Wolfwood ripped the last of his clothes off at a near inhuman speed before falling back to his knees and continuing to follow the lines of Vash’s jutting hips with his teeth and tongue.
“To be fair,” Wolfwood quipped, “I’m very easy,” punctuating his point by tracing his tongue firmly through Vash’s slit, feeling the petals unfurl as he licked around his clit.
“Fuck, ah, you’re so good at this,” Vash sounded almost pained above him. Good. Wolfwood redoubled his effort, feeling Vash’s clit swell tantalizingly on his tongue. Nothing ever topped this, the wet heat around his face, the way he had only brief moments to gasp for air before he dove back into his cunt with fervor, licking and slurping greedily. One free hand pressed against Vash’s deliciously half-clad thigh, the other creeping down between his own thighs, grinding subtly against his clit to relieve some of the pressure building in his core.
Wolfwood was halted by a firm push on his head, and he reluctantly peeled his face away with a wet pop.
“What?”
“Don’t touch yourself,” Vash admonished, face already flushed and lips swollen from sinking his teeth into them.
“Aww but you feel so good,” Wolfwood pouted before finishing with his brattiest, most shit eating grin, “Daddy.”
The sharp inhale of breath was unmistakable, as was the rapid dilation of Vash’s pupils until they were almost completely black. Wolfwood knew exactly how to make him this ravenous thing, this apex predator.
“Put your arms back,” he said gently, crossing the room in large strides. Wolfwood didn’t need to ask what he was doing - they’d made use of the durability of the straps wrapped around the Punisher many times before, and they always allowed for them to have fun without sacrificing their less robust belts.
Vash came back without a word, kneeling and tying Wolfwood’s wrists gently behind his back. Immediately he felt his breath quicken at the quiet attention, the sensation of being restrained felt like being submerged in hot water. He took a steadying inhale as he tried their resistance, feeling nothing but the slight give of leather.
“Too tight?”
Wolfwood turned his head back, gave a reassuring grin. “Nah, just right.”
Vash nodded, kissed his forehead before returning to his standing position before Wolfwood’s supplicant form. “Good. Knock on the floor if it’s too much.”
Wolfwood responded by biting the inside of his thigh.
“Cheeky,” Vash chided, slinging one leg over his shoulder, sliding his hand into Wolfwood’s hair. Holding him in place. “Ready?”
Wolfwood could barely hear him over the sight of his other hand, still gloved, parting his puffy cunt and baring his clit. It was throbbing against the exposure of air, slick running down his thighs. Fuck.
Vash left his hand in his hair as Wolfwood put his mouth back on his cunt, easily getting lost in the taste and the wet slick and the tiny noises Vash was making above him. It was only when his clit started to swell, twitching and pushing at his tongue that the grip turned demanding, holding his face in place against the growing intrusion.
“Stay.”
Wolfwood couldn’t help but moan at the commanding tone. His body felt like hot iron, fire-hot and melting at the edges. The petals in his mouth tasted like religion, like communion, musky and heady. The hand on his head stroked gently but held him firmly against his cunt, not letting him pull away from the increasing weight forming on his lips.
“Just a little longer, Nico.”
The stamens continued to grow, wiggling and pushing against his tongue as they wrapped together. Wolfwood felt his breath quicken as they started to swell, pressing slowly against the back of his throat, growing until they forced their way down and cut his air off completely. Fuck. Wolfwood couldn’t do anything but take it, anything but being a good boy, eyes tearing up, saliva pooling in his mouth and rolling down his chin. The soft warmth was spread all over him now, leaving him feeling floaty and calm and utterly mindless.
“ Perfect . So good for me.”
Wolfwood wanted to protest that but he couldn't, no noise escaping his lips but a wet, argumentative sound. It felt strangely pleasant to be withheld even the possibility of denying the praise given to him, like he was allowed to just sit there and take it and nobody would eventually come to hold it against him. He felt almost safe . It should have been disconcerting. It wasn’t.
For a few seconds, Vash’s cock filled the back of his throat, hand fisted tightly in his hair, cutting off his airflow completely. Wolfwood’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his thoughts went completely, blissfully quiet.
Then Vash released him and Wolfwood sucked in a desperate breath, tongue out and fluid dripping down to his chest, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the now fully formed dick. He felt debauched already, dizzy with need.
“My good boy. My perfect Wolfwood. Oh what am I going to do with you,” Vash cooed, tracing his thumb over the spit-slick of his chin.
Wolfwood couldn’t quite conceal his high pitched whine at Vash’s admiration, the almost scalding heat that pulsated at his core. Vash looked at him like he was every bit the natural predator that he was. Like he wanted to eat him up and leave no trace behind.
Once he got his bearings back, Wolfwood took his time to admire the newly-grown cock. It looked like several vines had coiled around each other, still moving in the air in a way that was distinctly un-dick like. A thick, clear liquid was drooling from a slit at the head, smelling faintly like dirt and petrichor overlapped with the funk of sweat and pheromones. Wolfwood swallowed as he gave it a tentative stroke. It was kind of huge.
“Damn, you didn’t tell me you were hung.”
Vash looked almost abashed at that, thumb tracing mindlessly against his cheek. “Do you think it’s too big? I don’t wanna hurt you.”
Wolfwood rolled his eyes. Leave it to this man to be overly cautious, even in bed. “If I can fit a fist up there I’m pretty sure I can take your cock. Don’t overestimate yourself.”
Vash chuckled. “Fair point. Get on the bed then.”
Wolfwood complied, rising with slight difficulty on his wobbly knees. He laid down on the fresh sheets, ass up and face pressing into the mattress without the support of his hands. Vash followed after, bed dipping under his weight. He traced his hands down Wolfwood’s back and down his thighs, feather-light touch earning him a shiver.
“You’re so pretty,” Vash sighed from behind.
“Yeah, yeah, get on with it already,” Wolfwood responded in a strangled voice. He felt splayed open like this, Vash admiring the puffy folds of his pussy with reverent fingers, pulling them apart to reveal glistening wetness, so much it had started to roll down the junction of his thigh.
Wolfwood felt his cheek burn, overheating with the tense pleasure of being watched, being adored, laced with tingling embarrassment.
“That all you wanna do? Stop staring, idiot.”
“Hmm, you’re so pretty though,” Vash cooed, tracing a finger at the edges of his hole teasingly. “So needy for me.”
“Take a picture it’ll last long– gghn fuck!”
Wolfwood was rudely interrupted by two of Vash’s long fingers breaching him, entering him slowly. They met no resistance as they slipped in, so much longer than his own, reaching further than Wolfwood’s ever did when he tried to fuck himself. The leather of his glove added tantalizing friction as he pumped them in and out, teasing just around his sensitive spots.
“More,” Wolfwood pants eagerly. “God, c’mon.”
“So impatient,” Vash tutted, but slipped another in obediently.
Wolfwood felt his eyes cross as Vash starts pumping them in earnest, switching between scissoring them and curling up against his g-spot with deadly accuracy. He could feel his pussy drool down that strong forearm and his face heated up, equal parts embarrassed and excited at the display of his obvious arousal. He bit his lips, burrowing his face in the pillow to avoid letting out the pathetic sounds he could feel building in his gut.
In one swift moment, Vash hooked his fingers hard into his g-spot, the other smacking his ass with a resounding crack. Pain and surprise shot through Wolfwood and his back arched as he choked on an inhale.
“Baby,” Vash said, spitting on Wolfwood’s asshole before circling a firm thumb around the puckered hole, pressing in slightly. “What have I told you about hiding your pretty sounds like that?”
He sounded pleasant, casual almost, and Wolfwood clenched around his fingers, leaking more slick down his arm in a mortifying gush.
“Sorry,” he managed through gritted teeth, and when Vash’s hand came down a second time he didn’t try to stifle the groan that escaped him.
After a few more vicious pumps of Vash stretching his hole open, Wolfwood started wiggling his hips impatiently, rocking back against the intrusion.
“I’m ready, God, fuck, put it in already.”
Vash promptly ignored him, continuing his ministrations. It was only when Wolfwood hooked his ankle and pulled to jostle the man, shooting him a murderous glare that he finally gave up with an amused huff, pulling his fingers out and jerking his cock with wet fingers before nudging his cockhead gently against Wolfwood’s pussy. He dragged it over his clit, sending sparks of pleasure up his back before lining it up carefully against his entrance.
Wolfwood bit back a nervous sound. He was big, verging on too big . He licked his lips.
“Go for it.
Vash gave him a nod, looking almost as nervous as he felt. And then he pushed in, so slow, so gentle but Wolfwood still felt like he was being split apart. The curved protrusions of Vash’s tightly wrapped tendrils dragged against his walls and Wolfwood couldn’t help but make a strangled sound, frantically scrabbling with hands against his back and feet tangling in the bedsheets.
It took Vash a few shallow thrusts to push in all the way to the hilt, and when he did his cock sat heavy in Wolfwood’s guts. He could feel him in his throat and a high keening moan was pulled out from him. God, he was almost there already. His cunt throbbed and a fresh wave of wetness spilled out of him.
“Breathe, baby,” came Vash’s voice from somewhere above him. He curled a steadying hand in Wolfwood’s own.
Wolfwood finally managed to inhale, supplying his brain with much needed oxygen. “Holy shit. Holy shit.”
“Are you alright? We don’t have to–”
“Don’t you dare pull out.” Wolfwood fixed him with a glare. “Just– ah Jesus, just gimme a sec.”
He could feel the outline of the ridges pushing against him, the whole appendage squirming and twisting in a way that felt decidedly inhuman, though Vash did his best to stay completely still. It was like his dick had a mind of its own, gently nudging and prodding against his walls. Wolfwood took a few more steadying breaths, getting himself used to the foreign feeling. It had been so long since he’d had anything but fingers up there and the heat, the girth, the feeling of being full was almost overwhelming in the best way.
Slowly, incrementally, Wolfwood relaxed around the intrusion until he was sagging into the bed underneath. “Oh shit. Oh fuck oh my fucking god holy fucking shit.”
“...You good?”
Wolfwood tried to muster all of the bitch face he could summon while panting and gagging for dick. “If you don’t move right now I’ll end you.”
Vash smirked. “You sure you can take it? You’re so tight it’s like you’re squeezing me dry.”
Wolfwood swatted his chest, earning a deep rumbling laugh. “Fucking mov- aaah!”
Vash started to move in earnest, punching moans out of him with every thrust. Electric pleasure coursed through his body, rendering him unable to do anything but whine and cry out as Vash buried himself deep.
He was dangerously close to the edge already. The head of Vash’s cock kept hitting his cervix and sending shockwaves of electric pain-pleasure through his guts.
“Wait,” he panted, and Vash stopped immediately.
Wolfwood pushed him off with one foot before flopping over on his back. Remembering too late that his hands were still bound behind his back he sat up straight and shimmied his arms up and over his back until they were above his head.
Vash watched the show of flexibility with mildly discomfited fascination. “That’s… um. Are your arms like– okay?”
Wolfwood shot him a grin. “Perks of being double jointed. Now fuck me like this, I wanna see your face.”
Vash smiled, that unbearably fond smile that shone like a ten-megawatt-lightbulb. “Yes sir.”
“Thought I was s’pposed to be the one calling you that.”
“Not my fault you’re such a bossy bottom.”
The witty retort died on Wolfwood’s lips as Vash pushed back in, filling him up again. From his new vantage point Wolfwood could see the way his cunt swallowed all of his cock up greedily, the bulge of his stomach when Vash buried himself in all the way to the hilt before pulling out to thrust back in. His hips started pistoning with the leverage of the new position and Wolfwood’s toes curled behind his back with the effortless strength of his thrusts. The muscles of Vash’s well toned core flexed with every movement, and Wolfwood found himself once again drooling over just how strong the man truly was. He could probably fuck him into the wall with ease, maybe even one-handed. Wolfwood filed the spectacular image of that away for later.
He curled his bound hands around the nape of Vash’s neck, pulling closer, closer until they were pressed so hard into each other they might as well have been one single creature. It still wasn’t enough, wouldn’t be enough until Wolfwood could crawl into Vash’s ribcage and make a home for himself there, but for now it was enough.
Vash traced his panting mouth against the sweaty column of his throat, sharp teeth teasing at the junction of his neck and Wolfwood leaned into it until he could feel pinpricks of pain breaking skin. He wanted to be ruined, to be swallowed whole.
“Mmm Wolfwood, Wolfwood fuck you feel so good, so tight for me, so fucking perfect.”
Vash splayed his large hands on the backs of his thighs, pushing until Wolfwood was almost folded in half, ramming into him with even harsher thrusts. Wolfwood’s eyes rolled back and he could feel gushes of wetness spraying out of his pussy with each slap of thigh against his ass. Vash was babbling, praising him like he was the one getting railed into oblivion.
Wolfwood could only muster up tiny little uh-huhs as he felt the violent approach of his own climax. Vash must have noticed it too, because he brought his hand down to rub his clit fervently with his thumb.
“Come on Wolfwood, let go, c’mon let me see you, show me how well you can come on my cock, come on–”
Wolfwood came with a shout, back arching, fingers digging into the other man’s back leaving angry red marks as he tried desperately to ground himself, to hold on to anything as the onslaught of pleasure flooded through him.
When he came down from his peak, aftershocks sending tremors through his body, Vash slowed down, hips still grinding minutely as though he couldn’t bear to stop completely.
“You’re so pretty when you come,” Vash said, goofy grin adorning his picturesque face. Beads of sweat rolled down his temple and he licked his lips absentmindedly. “Think you can give me another?”
Wolfwood had already known Vash wouldn’t be satisfied with wringing just one orgasm out of him – he never did, when he got like this. One time, when they had been out camping in the desert with nobody to hear him scream himself hoarse, they had gotten up to ten before Wolfwood had pushed him off and promptly passed out for twelve hours. He shuddered at the memory and rolled out from underneath him, gingerly stretching his hamstrings out.
“Let me ride you,” he said, and Vash happily rolled onto his back, jerking his cock with a loose grasp.
Wolfwood climbed on top of him, lining himself up and dropping all the way down to the base with one swift movement. The sensation made them both groan in unison and Vash’s hands came up to a steadying hold on his hips.
“There you go baby, so pretty like this, so beautiful when you ride me.”
Wolfwood pinched his nipple viciously before rolling it between his pointer finger and thumb, earning himself a twitch of the cock inside of him.
“You –ah, you talk too much.”
Vash retaliated by tightening his grip, holding his hips still as he thrust up inside. Wolfwood hiccuped, inhale stuck somewhere between his throat and chest.
“You can’t just– fuck! Can’t just– ah, ah, shit!”
Vash hummed, pace unrelenting. “Can’t just what? Tell you how pretty you are? How gorgeous you look when I wreck you? How perfect you are when you’re drooling all over my cock?”
“Nnnghgh,” was the intelligent response Wolfwood offered.
He could feel his second orgasm approaching way too quickly with this angle, his thighs and the planes of Vash’s stomach already wet and tacky underneath him.
Wolfwood ground his hips in mindless circles, like he couldn’t bear to stay still.
“Vash, Vash, Vash,” he panted, making tiny keening noises.
“I’m here baby. I’m right here,” Vash hummed, thumb tracing soothing circles against his hip. “God you’re so fucking tight.”
Wolfwood whined, leveraging his hips to increase his pace. His thighs were burning but he could barely feel it through the cock-drunk haze of his mind.
Suddenly he stilled as he felt a second intrusion caressing against his already stretched hole. He looked down to confirm his suspicions and yep, there was in fact a second stamen jutting out from the base of the first, nudging gently, almost teasingly against the edge of his entrance.
Below him, Vash seemed to have taken no notice of the new alien developments going on with his junk, still bucking his hips up with primal intensity.
Wolfwood was about to ask what the fuck was up with that when the stamen seemed like it had had enough of teasing and withdrew before thrusting itself in to join its larger counterpart, and Wolfwood wailed as it filled him up, pressing against his g-spot and stuffing him so full he could barely breathe. He got no warning from his body before he got thrown off the edge again, second stamen grinding viciously on his clit from the inside. His vision whited out, and he could barely feel the pressure building up in his lower stomach before it released and spilled. Squirt gushed messily over Vash’s stomach, making wet sounds as Wolfwood slumped down on the bed, trembling with the force of his orgasm.
Vash showed no signs of stopping this time, holding up Wolfwoods weigh easily as he continued thrusting into his wet heat, making debauched squelching sounds as their sweat and squirt covered skin slapped together.
Wolfwood cried out and bit down on Vash’s shoulder as he was overwhelmed with the brutal pleasure, a third stamen wiggling out to circle his clit with slick pressure.
“Vash, Vash, Ah I can’t– I can’t please, Vash , wait–”
“I’m hearing a lot of things that aren’t your safeword right now,” Vash replied. His pupils were blown out and there was that look still, like he wanted to eat Wolfwood’s heart right out of his chest.
Wolfwood didn’t do anything but pitifully moan in response. The pleasure was too much, but just on the right side of too much. It overloaded his senses, turned everything else in his mind into meaningless white noise. He could think of nothing but Vash on him, Vash around him, Vash in him, carving out a place for himself inside of his body. Wolfwood would willingly give him everything of himself. This was no exception.
“You gonna come again for me baby? Come on my– fuck, my cock just like this?”
It was clear that Vash was reaching his own limit, hips stuttering before he planted his heels into the mattress, hips quickening their pace. Wolfwood didn’t know it was even possible to go this fast. His whole weight was slumped over Vash’s chest, yet he was holding him up like it was nothing, not even a shake to his arms.
Wolfwood felt impossibly weak like this, impossibly small like he was a thing to be taken care of. He had never felt like this before Vash, had never met someone strong enough to hold the weight of his existence and then some. His tongue was lax in his mouth, lips parted in a perpetual moan, a perpetual gasp of air. His heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest with the kindness, the all-consuming benevolence with which he was meticulously being taken apart.
He couldn’t even make sounds anymore, just half choked sobs as he felt the cock inside him grow thicker still. He had no energy to tense up anymore, all tightness fucked out of him. All he could do was sag against the strong warmth of Vash’s chest and let him do whatever he pleased with his body, let himself be used and loved.
The twin stamens inside of him started curling and pressing against the opening of his womb, testing, prodding, and Wolfwood was too gone to care. The smaller one pushed into his opening, instinctually seeking warmth, seeking the fertile opening into which it could breed him properly.
“Gonna fill you up so good darling, fuckfuck gonna breed you full of my cum, so deep it’s gonna leak out of your pussy for days baby, fuck, gonna show everyone you’re mine–”
Vash sounded as gone as Wolfwood felt. Wolfwood’s mind was all blank static, all pink-hot pleasure. His tongue stuck out of his mouth as he panted, drooled, whined. The smaller stamen pressed fully inside his womb, punching in and out with every thrust. It should have been painful, an unwelcome intrusion. But there must have been something with the magic of his plant biology, some hormones or aphrodisiac in those sleek pistils, because all Wolfwood could feel was pleasure ravaging him like an inferno, lighting him on fire from the inside.
Fat droplets of tears rolled down his cheeks and down onto Vash’s chest as he begged for release, for absolution, for redemption.
“Please, I– Vash please, oh God, I’m– ah I’m gonna– fuck, no, I can’t, I can’t please Vash, pleaseplease– can’t–”
“You can baby, I know you can. Come on, fuck, just give me one more, just one more for me.”
His mind was burning, his body was burning, white hot painful pleasure overwhelming and choking him. He was so close but the edge felt unreachable, unbearable, like it’d untether him from reality and send him floating into space.
Vash moved his hand to cradle his face, those burning turquoise eyes piercing him to the spot. What could he do but look back, through the blur of unshed tears, when he was being regarded with such love, such admiration.
“You’re okay baby, I’ve got you. I love you – fuck , I love you so much.”
And those words, the simple affection with which they were said, was what pushed Wolfwood into his third climax. His legs locked up with a curse, and he choked out a pained sob as his cunt gushed its last spurt of clear liquid, coating his own chest and Vash’s both. Vash followed suit, thrusting only a few more times before he buried himself as deep as possible, stamens pulsating as they released hot liquid directly into Wolfwood’s womb.
Wolfwood collapsed entirely, chest heaving with the force of his shaking breaths. For a few minutes they just laid there, Vash stroking his hair gently as they came down from their mutual highs.
After a while Wolfwood rolled off of Vash’s chest and onto the bed beside him, exhausted and limp. He pulled a face as the receding tendrils of Vash’s dick slipped out of him and cum started to leak out of his puffy hole and onto his thighs and the mattress. He felt sticky, full body blush starting to recede under the blessed cooling of his sweaty skin.
“Sure hope you’ve got nothing planned for tomorrow needle-noggin’. I’ll be happy if I can walk at all.”
Vash giggled, voice raspy, pressing a chaste kiss to his mouth before rising up from the bed. Seconds later he returned, damp towel in hand and began wiping the fluids off Wolfwood’s body. He paused with a hum when he got to his pussy, parting his lips wide with two fingers to admire the white liquid still pouring out of him.
“Stop that,” Wolfwood admonished, slapping lazily at Vash’s curious fingers.
“Just getting it out of you,” Vash grinned, pushing his fingers inside gently to scoop the come out and onto the wet fabric. Wolfwood shivered at the sensation, his abused hole still sensitive and aching.
He really had pumped him full. Wolfwood wondered if that was also some type of alien thing, but he’d had enough surprises for one day. He’d ask some other time.
“You awake enough for a shower?” Vash asked him.
“Mmmno, I’ll do it t’morrow,” Wolfwood replied, eyes already drooping with exhaustion. He felt floaty and fuzzy at the edges, the way he felt after those rare moments of catharsis where he cried his eyes out. Or came his brains out, apparently. He felt pleasantly warm, limbs heavy like lead. “Quit yer fussin’ and come to bed already.”
Vash huffed, a half-laughing pleasant sound. He sounded pretty tired himself. He crawled on top of the bed on his knees, opening up a window to air out the smell of sex and tobacco. The night air had a pleasant chill to it and Wolfwood breathed it in greedily as Vash joined him under the thin blanket, deliberately avoiding the wet spots.
Wolfwood settled his head on Vash’s outstretched arm, legs slotting together like puzzle pieces. Vash was warm but not uncomfortably so, a pleasantly firm presence against his own body.
“...I won’t actually get pregnant will I?”
He felt more than heard the deep rumble of Vash’s laughter through the vibrations in his chest. “Nope, don’t worry. Pretty sure I’m infertile.”
Wolfwood considered for one selfish moment what it would be like. If, once all of this was over, they could start a life together. A family. A future. He’d never considered the trajectory of his life past how to survive the next month, the next bloodbath, the next target. In this sleepy, relaxed state it was frighteningly easy to imagine. What would Vash look like, aged and content? A life where he could put his gun away and let it collect dust in the attic. Where he could play with children and befriend the neighbors. Where Wolfwood could come home from his job to find Vash humming in the kitchen, baking sweet goods with a ridiculous frilly apron and greeting Wolfwood with fond kisses.
“What’re you thinking about?” Vash asked, tucking a stray hair behind Wolfwood’s ear.
“Nothing. Just go to sleep, Spikey.”
Vash yawned and tugged him closer, though they both knew they’d have to separate eventually or they’d both wake up sweaty and overheated.
Wolfwood regarded his relaxed face for a moment, eyes serenely closed like he’d never known pain or grief. After a minute he closed his own eyes and shuffled closer.
Cicadas sang quietly outside the window and the night breeze whispered softly against his skin. Wolfwood fell asleep within minutes.