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Blackjack and Booze	By : Bloodysyren Category: +S to Z > Trigun Views: 3129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Blackjack and Booze
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It was like this every day: sweltering hot during the light hours, and then moderately comfortable in the evening on the dusty planet. The window to their small room was open to let what little breeze there was inside. Wolfwood was sitting at the little table drinking from a bottle of Wild Turkey and shuffling an old deck of cards, his shirt unbuttoned and untucked. His coat had been tossed over a chair and he was leaning back in his chair, almost touching the windowsill. Vash was lying on the bed, relaxing, his coat hung, shoes off, dressed only in a loose t-shirt and dark jeans.

�Hey Vash, wanna play with me?� Nicholas turned to the bed.

�Play what?� He rolled over and looked at Wolfwood. With just a single glance of those aquamarine eyes, Wolfwood could feel his palms start to sweat. Vash had the most adorable, innocent look when he was relaxed. Wolfwood finally came back to reality and stammered, �Uhh, strip Blackjack.�

�What�s that?� Vash questioned.

�You don�t know what Blackjack is?� The priest replied.

�I know what Blackjack is.� Vash answered, �I have just never heard of strip Blackjack before. How do you play?�

�Come on over, I�ll show you.�

Vash rolled off the bed and sat down at the little table, Wolfwood poured him a drink. Nicholas dealt the cards and turned up a six and a seven while Vash was holding onto a queen and an ace.

�I�ll stay.� Vash replied, putting on a poker face as best he could. Dealing himself another, the priest got a five. Glancing over at Vash, Nick revealed his cards: six seven, and five: eighteen. Damn. Vash turned over his cards and smiled happily at Nicholas.

�That makes twenty-one.� Vash said proudly, �What happens next?�

Wolfwood let his shirt slip off his shoulders and he tossed it at Vash who looked confused.

�Why did you do that?�

�That�s how the game goes, Vash. I lost so I have to remove a piece of clothing.�

�Ahh, I think I get it now. Ok, let�s play again.� He said enthusiastically.

The cards were dealt again and this time, Vash stacked 23 while the priest was at an even 20. Vash looked a little put off and hesitantly removed his shirt. Nicholas swallowed hard, seeing Vash�s bare chest exposed. His eyes eagerly traced all of the curves along Vash�s shoulders and torso, taking in all of the scars and metal ground into his flesh. The priest composed himself with difficulty and dealt again, pouring both of them another drink.

Wolfwood�s pants came next, but as he was removing them slowly, Vash stopped him.

�Wait, Nick. I think I win.� Vash said looking at the top of Nick�s pants.

�What? Why?� He asked.

�Because I know that you�re not wearing any underwear.�

Wolfwood blushed as Vash�s strong arm reached out and caught the top of his pants, pulling him closer. Wolfwood could feel the gunman�s hands exploring and brushing over the sensitive part of his lower back, tracing cool fingers over his tailbone. The priest shuddered a little at the sweat breaking out over his body in the cool air. Vash buried his face against Wolfwood�s stomach and ran his tongue along the salty-sweet skin, only to elicit a flinch and a moan from the dark-haired man above him.

Vash kissed along Wolfwood�s hips and dragged his teeth over the sharp jut of bone that protruded from the priest�s sinewy body. Nick buried his hands in Vash�s smooth hair unconsciously and tilted his head back, letting his mouth fall open to gasp loudly. The gunman unzipped Nick�s pants and slid them down his strong legs, revealing fine, curled, dark hairs. Vash caught a musky odour of spices and an earthy heady scent. He breathed in deeply, smelling all that was entirely Nicholas D. Wolfwood. The gunman eased down Nick�s pants and they slipped down his legs, pooling around his ankles. Vash grabbed the priest�s tush tightly and squeezed, nearly bruising the firm ass of the now aroused holy man.

Wolfwood sat back against the table, sprawling his legs out and sliding his pants off his feet, giving him more movement. Vash stood up and removed his pants as well, slowly teasing his already ruffled lover. Wolfwood watched as the blonde gunman turned around and eased his pants off his slender hips, every movement of his pale body enticing the ebony-haired priest. Vash stood now, only in boxers, the curves of his ass defined nicely by the tight fabric. He turned and slid those off as well, light blonde curls peeking from above the elastic.

Wolfwood�s eyes widened considerably when this golden-haired angel stood naked and exposed before him. A shy blush spread across Vash�s cheeks as he sat in the chair again, his hands grasping Wolfwood�s thighs, his face nuzzling the priest�s firm, soft erection. Nick�s cock sprang to life even more at this gentle contact. The gunman ran his plush lips along Wolfwood�s shaft and kissed the head teasingly. The priest splayed his hands across the table, leaning back and pushing the glasses to the side and sending cards softly clattering to the floor. Vash tentatively took Nick�s smooth, hard cock into his mouth, sucking hard, swirling his tongue across the underside, and licking skilfully around the head, making Wolfwood groan and his hands slip along the table, lying down completely.

Vash grasped the priest�s hips and bobbed his head up and down, playing with his balls and fingering the space between them and his ass. Wolfwood sighed again and his head hung back, panting hard, his hands tugging on Vash�s hair urgently. The gunman released Wolfwood�s throbbing cock and kissed the head, receiving a disappointed whimper from the mysterious man. To appease him, Vash pressed a finger deftly against the puckered entrance, a strangled and surprised moan greeting his ears. Vash stroked and circled his finger around Wolfwood�s tender ass, and he pushed it inside a little. Wolfwood could feel a smouldering heat start to build in the pit of his stomach as his hands released their hold on Vash�s hair and clenched around the edge of the table, turning them white.

As his finger explored Nick�s hot cavern, Vash could feel the precum dripping down his own cock and he knew that, though teasing the other man, even he wouldn�t last long the way the priest was pleading and whimpering so greedily. Wolfwood�s eyes were screwed shut, focusing solely on the pleasure washing over him, with that single long, thin finger searching his body so thoroughly. Pushing back on it, Wolfwood strained his body, wanting to feel it deeper, brushing against that place that made him beg for it never to stop. Vash slid his finger out and plunged back in with another one, causing the holy man to arch against the teasing, slender digits. As he circled his hand around again, Wolfwood cried out, feeling a burst of heat spark inside of him as the blonde brushed his fingers over a tight bundle of nerves, causing the priest to pant and bite at his knuckles.

Seeing that Wolfwood was completely prepared and undone, Vash stood and the scrape of the chair on the floor made Nick�s eyes snap open and he stared directly at Vash who was taking hold of his cock and positioning himself at the priest�s entrance cautiously. As Nicholas pleaded with his eyes, boring into Vash to just do it, to just take him, it occurred to him that even with something as meaningless to him as sex, the gunman was extremely careful, but not slow, luckily.

Vash pushed in gently and paused to let Wolfwood adjust to the sadomasochistic sensations. Suddenly, Wolfwood pushed back onto Vash�s cock and made the blonde gunman gasp in pleasure. Nicholas smiled and pushed back again, making Vash buck his hips against the tight, hot body beneath him. As they rocked hard against each other, Wolfwood�s body convulsed passionately and he spilled his seed across his stomach, coming with a strangled cry. Moments later, upon feeling his lover orgasm with such violent force, Vash also released his essence into the priest�s body, stilling his movement, all his muscles clenching at once, smouldering lust erupting throughout his whole frame.

The gunman collapsed against the table and hauled Wolfwood up into a loving embrace. As Vash pulled out, the priest slid off of the table to go clean himself off and the blonde noticed something odd about Nicholas�s backside.

�Oh look, Nick,� Vash replied, pulling two cards off of Wolfwood�s damp back, �Twenty one. You win.� Nick just smiled and kissed Vash, pulling him close and resting his head on Vash�s shoulder.

�I always win when you�re around, Tongari.� Wolfwood kissed Vash gently, his hands burying themselves in the gunman�s soft hair.
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