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"There you are!"
Vash loved his humans so much. In fact, he made such a sweet home for them in his heart and his orchard. This little space of green that he'd pulled together was something entirely special and safe for those who came to follow him, who knew that he knew what was best for them and would keep them safe. All Vash ever wanted was to keep them safe.
But even his boundless love had favorites.
And here was his favorite.
Nicholas had spread himself out beneath one of his trees, the apples red and ripe and full. His paladin was relaxing against it, the white of his suit stark against all that green and Vash couldn't help but love him all the more. Nicholas had been sworn to him long before he could even speak and here he was. So ready to spread his word and lead more seedlings into his flock.
It was also amazing that he was so handsome. Part of why Vash was here in the orchard today.
At the sound of Vash's voice, Wolfwood jolted forward, pushing his sunglasses over his strong nose, but before he could stand Vash happily planted himself in that sturdy lap. "I'm sorry, angel, I was taking a little nap," Nicholas said softly, hands on the ground, never touching without permission, without being called.
Such a good, obedient human. So willing to take in Vash's love. So ready to be adored by an angel and Vash smiled at him. He lifted his own hands to cup Nicholas' stubble-covered jaw. "Was the last mission I sent you on so difficult?" Vash asked teasingly, "Did they give you a hard time?"
Nicholas frowned a little bit but shook his head. "It was fine until I got interrupted by your brother," he said and Vash let out a heavy sigh. Ah yes. His brother. He didn't get it. Not at all. So hung up on freedom that he would deny the ability to love their humans and keep them safe.
By any means necessary.
Well, that was no reason not to give Nicholas his love. After all, he'd managed to fill an entire water processing Plant with his pollen and several more had come to be wrapped in Vash's love. He leaned in to kiss his cheeks, letting his own pollen begin to escape his pores just to see the way Nicholas's eyes dilated behind his dark glasses.
"You did such a good job for me," Vash purred softly in his ear, kissing down his jaw, "you know how much I love you."
"You love us all, Master," Nicholas breathed. He had Vash's nectar in his veins, so much more responsive to him than anyone else ever could be beyond Nai. Nicholas had been made just for him, the perfect paladin. Vash loved him.
"But I love you in a special way," Vash said, gripping Nicholas' chin and pulling off his glasses to look into those deep eyes. "You know that, don't you?" Vash rubbed their noses together, his body letting that sweet, nectary scent pour out of him so that Nicholas could smell it.
Nicholas breathed in deeper, his wide chest expanding in a great wave as though he were a large dog coming in after a long day of playing outside. And wasn't that somewhat true? That his Nicholas had been busily playing with all those who couldn't see Vash's love for what it was and helping them to see the light. His paladin, his priest, his knight. Yes, Nicholas deserved a moment to unwind from his troubles and be at peace in Vash's arms.
To be rewarded.
"Mmm, I'm not worthy," Nicholas murmured, voice subsumed in that relaxation, growing deeper with his natural growl. Vash wished he wouldn't try to hide it so much.
"You're worthy because I say you are," Vash crooned, cupping Nicholas' jaw, tugging his glasses off to put them in the soft grass as he rubbed closer to him. His sweet Nicholas. So perfect and made just for him. "You wouldn't tell me I'm so dumb that I can't see something like that, would you?"
His dark eyes blew wide and those wider hands gently grabbed Vash's hips to tug him closer. "Never, angel," he said softly, one broad hand moving to curl in Vash's wheatfield hair, "I'm sorry, I didn't wanna make you think something like that."
Vash just giggled, the pollen around them making the air sparkle and shimmer like heat off the desert sand. "No, no, it's okay," he purred out, ghosting their lips together, "it's all okay. I just want to reward you, my Nicholas. Would you let me? You always make me feel so good. I want to do that for you too."
"Anything," Nicholas agreed breathlessly; the devil in his lap wreathed in light just as an angel would be and Vash kissed him with the taste of damnation and pleasures of the flesh. Vash moaned softly as he pressed forward, his thumbs at the hinges of Nicholas' jaw, forcing his mouth open as he fed that sweet, slick taste of nectar and pollen into him.
Nicholas was made for him. The effect was immediate.
His paladin's pulse jumped higher, his body heat grew more encompassing and he groaned as he grabbed Vash tighter, tight enough to bruise someone who could not handle Nicholas' monstrous strength. Vash loved it though. Adored it. He was just the most perfect human that Vash could have had at his side.
His honeybee.
Vash rolled his hips down, giggling into Nicholas' nipping lips as he felt how hard the younger man was, how desperate already. It was so cute, how eager he was and Vash let out a happy cry as Nicholas rolled them into the grass and deepened the kiss, hands roaming his body with a familiarity no one else could have easily attested to.
"Mmmm, I was rewarding you," Vash murmured as Nicholas' rough lips moved to his neck, the glitter in his pupils showing Vash that the paladin was lost to his pollen. Nothing but sex and heat on his mind. He ran his fingers through inky hair and smiled placidly. Nicholas' eyes were nothing but heat and desire when he could catch them again, all higher thought gone. Oh, Vash loved making his sweet paladin feel so good, taking away all of his pain like this. "You can drink as deeply of me as you like, first, but then I must reward my sweetest missionary."
The growl that ripped from Nicholas' throat was a thrill and Vash grinned, wide and crooked as his paladin tossed everything else to the wind and dipped between his legs. Ah, yes, that close to his flower, Nicholas would get even more lost. Would fall even deeper into that ecstatic vision of divinity that Vash gave to him so freely. Of course, it felt good for Vash too.
And, oh, Nicholas was always so eager and Vash saw no meaning in keeping his body covered when playing in his eden.
His cloak lay beneath him, separating him from the grass as Nicholas kissed along his inner thighs, tasting his skin as the glass above them filtered the harsh sun into something sweet and lovely like a caress on leaves. He made an art of arching his back, gasping loudly as Nicholas kissed each of his slowly unfurling petals, drew his tongue in maddening little flicks over every inch to gather up the little drops of nectar that had gathered there. He moaned softly, burying a hand into Nicholas' dark locks, enjoying the stark contrast of their skin and his paladin's hair. He grabbed it tight, shoving him closer to his body.
"Mmm taste me, drink me," he moaned out, voice hypnotic on the artificial breeze and Nicholas moaned, eyes rolling in his head as he gathered his arms under Vash's legs and tugged him closer. A beast, an animal, dragging his tongue over his cunt and wrapping his lips around his pistil to suck on it. Nectar and drool glistened on his chin, his white suit tented with his lust as he devoured Vash wholly and the angel cried out in joy at the acceptance of his sacrament. It felt good. It felt amazing.
He loved his humans.
But Nicholas was truly, wholly, his favorite.
Vash whined and held Nicholas tight to his fluttering petals, each one writhing in a mockery of his own body, brushing stubbled cheeks as Nicholas ate him out like it was his last meal. Vash wanted Nicholas to know that this meal would always be his, as long as he was good and safe and Vash's entirely. But Nicholas was a good boy, the goodest boy and Vash's moans dripped with praise and love while the paladin moaned, hips jerking into the air helplessly.
"Mmmh, my poor dear," Vash moaned out, gasping at a particularly clever twist of the tongue. "Mmmh I-I know you need me to love you." He tugged at Nicholas's hair, watching how his pink tongue gathered the mess on his face and Vash moved like a viper to grab it between his lips, sucking his own sweetness from Nicholas's tongue and tasting the reverberation of his groan as he reached down to open his pants.
Well, rip them open. It wasn't the first time. Vash would make him new ones.
He wrapped his fingers around Nicholas' thick cock, stroking slowly, watching the way the larger man whimpered with his touch. "I know," he breathed out, breath sweet, eyes almost glowing, "you earned this. Do you want me, my love?"
"Yes," Nicholas panted, wrecked as though he'd been the one being devoured, "yes, yes, master, my angel, fuck, please let me."
Nicholas' voice was a church choir drenched in sin and Vash couldn't help but adore him. The animalistic way his voice rumbled in his chest. Something made just for him. His perfect priest and paladin deserved all of the love he was able to give. Just for him.
Vash moved and twisted out of Nicholas' grip, whining to deprive himself over depriving himself of that mouth but, no, he could have it again later. Right now, he wanted to reward Nicholas so he straddled his hips and pressed against his cock. He rolled against Nicholas, petals fluttering along the length of his gorgeous dick, slicking it in his nectar. "You're so perfect for me," Vash cooed, cupping his paladin's cheek as he lifted himself onto his knees and wide hands helped him balance.
"Master," Nicholas breathed out, eyes heavy with lust and faintly glowing from the effect Vash's nectar and pollen had on him. He reacted so perfectly to it. Vash wanted to keep his paladin right where he needed him. "Please."
Oh, how could he turn down a prayer from his most devout follower?
Vash slowly slid onto his cock, petals parting with ease as he took all of Nicholas' length and he moaned. Nicholas was so thick, so wide and it stretched Vash out perfectly. Even though they shouldn't be compatible, Nicholas was just a simple human, even if he was an exceptional one, they feel like they fit like puzzle pieces. Oh, one day Vash will figure out how to make Nicholas the perfect version of himself. One day, he will be able to be pollinated by him.
But today is about pleasure.
Vash pressed his hands to Nicholas' chest, spreading his fingers over the lightly hairy expanse to keep himself steady as he raised his hips and slammed them back down. Nicholas' moan echoed in their paradise and Vash whined at the earth shattering pleasure of it all. Of finally coming together after too many hours of being apart. Nicholas' hands dug into his hips and Vash smiled at him. He dipped his head to catch his nicotine stained lips with his own as he slammed his hips up and down.
Nicholas was made for him. Vash knew it. Knew how good and perfect his cock was as it spread his petals with each plunging thrust. He could taste his own sweetness on the paladin's tongue and feel the rattle of his helpless moans drip down his throat like milk and honey. Vash shuddered as he rolled his hips sinuously, pulling back from the messy kiss to watch as he rode Nicholas like a prized horse.
His face was open, flushed across the bridge of his strong nose as he moaned with abandon. Every pound of his cock into Vash's slick cunt made him whine and writhe beneath him. His hands were gentle though, holding onto his angel with nothing but reverence even if all he clearly wanted was to have Vash moaning as well and it was beautiful. Nicholas was a work of art, a symphony, and completely for Vash.
"Mmmh, Nicholas," Vash cried, riding him harder, pleasure stringing through them like fairy lights, "perfect, m-my perfect paladin, s-so good for me. Mmm, l-look how deep in me you are. Do I feel as good for you?"
"Yes!" Nicholas cried out, struggling, clenching his teeth, "y-yes, master. So good, w-want to make you feel good, master…."
"Shhh," Vash shushed Nicholas as he bounced in his lap, the pleasure winding tighter and tighter, "I want you to fill me like a good boy. W-would you like that? That would make me cum so hard, my sweet knight. To feel you get w-what you deserve. Take it; take from me."
Nicholas growled loudly and sat up, kissing Vash deeply and grabbing him tighter, tight enough to bruise as he fucked into him with abandon, the slap of their bodies echoing against the soft grass and the trees, Vash's cries mixed with sinful eulogy on Nicholas' tongue. The pleasure between them was written in hymns and verses that filled Vash with ecstatic lust.
Every time they fucked it was a vision of sainthood that made everything all the clearer for him. And he tangled his sticky fingers in Nicholas' inky hair, tugging it hard as he slammed his own hips down harder, taking it deeper, spiraling closer and closer to the edge until he bit the screams from his devoted follower's mouth and felt his cock kick, filling him to the brim before Vash met him in bliss.
They fell back on the grass in a messy, mortal heap after flying close to the sun and Vash curled closer to Nicholas to feel the warmth of his body as the suns filtered through the dome into their little paradise. The wind of his breath whirled in his chest and Vash loved it all.
"Did you like your reward?" Vash purred, and Nicholas turned to kiss his cheek.
"Nothing could ever be better than being with you in paradise, master."
And Vash was certain to keep it that way.
After all, Nicholas was his alone.