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Kind of short, but I think the content entitles it to its
own chapter.
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Vash stood alone in the bathroom cursing his own reflection
in the mirror, a victim of his own bad timing.
‘Just couldn’t wait, could you Vash?
Just blurt it out without thinking.’
In the past few days Wolfwood had been nearly killed, raped again
and crossed the desert with a body clearly in need of nothing but rest only to
come face to face with the progenitor of his nightmare of a life. He needed Vash to shut up and be a soft, safe
place to heal and recover. Instead he’d
offered Wolfwood the one thing he truly needed and just as quickly snatched it
away, whether he’d meant to or not.
It wasn’t something he could back away from, even
momentarily. He’d said it, and now he
had to back up his words with some serious action. There would be no ‘later.’ There was only one way to recover from such a
monumental mistake and it was going to hurt.
But there was no help for it. He had no intention of running or
hiding. He’d only allowed himself this
brief moment to prepare for the battle ahead, because getting through to
Wolfwood now would be just that: a battle.
After a long, slow breath Vash opened the medicine cabinet before him,
frowning when he didn’t find anything useful.
He checked next under the counter and there found something
suitable. He hit the light switch and
there in the dark he closed his eyes briefly.
Once he felt calm enough he opened his eyes, twisted the doorknob and
headed out into the light.
Wolfwood was still in that tight ball facing away from him,
still awake but oblivious to his surroundings.
The room was warm but his shivering continued. Vash grimaced. He walked over, crawled onto the bed calling
his guide’s name and still Wolfwood didn’t move. Finally he steeled himself to do things the hard
way. He straddled the prone form, took
him by the wrists and rolled him over onto his back. That certainly got a reaction. Awareness flooded back into the dark eyes
along with a pain deep enough to match any he’d ever felt.
“I thought I told you to get away from me.”
“You need me. Why
would I leave you now?” Anger flashed
and just as quickly Vash felt Wolfwood’s muscles coiling against him. He tightened his grip on Wolfwood’s wrists
and pinned his legs down with his own. It
was enough to quell any real resistance on Wolfwood’s part, and that in itself
was frightening. Once he felt the fight
draining away he relaxed his hold, leaned down to nuzzle at Wolfwood’s
neck. “Relax, please,” he said
quietly. “I know you think I’m toying
with you, that I don’t understand but you’re wrong. I love you.”
“Stop it,” Wolfwood hissed.
Vash was further saddened when he flinched and tried to turn away. “I can’t do this anymore. Now just let me go.”
The choice of words terrified Vash but he swallowed down on his
panic. “There is no way in hell I’m ever going to let you go. You want to trust me, I can see that. Don’t give up on me, not now.”
“You don’t get it. I
don’t have anything left to give you, Vash.”
Wolfwood settled his dull gaze on the far wall and said no more, clearly
intending to just ignore Vash and whatever else he had to say or do.
Vash could feel his heart hammering in his chest. Words, expressions, reassurances all flitted
through his mind rapidly and he discarded each because they just weren’t right.
He began to despair that he wouldn’t find the right words to get
Wolfwood’s attention. “Then let me help
you. I’m not going anywhere. Let me show you how much you mean to me, how
much I love you. That’s what you need,
isn’t it?”
Wolfwood finally looked at him. It was so simple Vash couldn’t figure out why
he hadn’t said it sooner. His lips
parted and Vash held his breath, waiting for the words fighting to escape. “Show me, then.” There was no challenge in his dark eyes. Only permission granted for one last chance.
It was a gift and Vash would not waste it.
He finally released his hold on Wolfwood’s wrists and leaned
down to capture soft lips with his own once more. As soon as those lips parted to let him in
Vash delved in to claim Wolfwood’s tongue.
Wolfwood responded to the treatment as Vash knew he would, fingers
burying themselves in his hair of their own volition. He shifted himself to kneel between Wolfwood’s
legs, pleased beyond measure when they shifted and rose to welcome his body’s
weight.
Vash carefully lowered himself, bringing their hips together
and gently rocking. Wolfwood tried to
rise against him to get more of that delicious friction but Vash denied him,
pressing against his hip to hold him down.
A shaky moan released into their kiss that sent Vash reeling.
They were both close and neither could wait. Unwilling to risk even the appearance of
further rejection Vash raised himself only as much as required to shove his
pants down over his waist to free his straining erection. He fumbled for the makeshift lubricant he’d
found in the bathroom and slicked himself quickly. The coolness of the lotion was jarring but it
had the positive effect of pulling him back from the edge.
He pressed against Wolfwood’s knee with his hand and hooked
his leg around his waist. A quick indrawn
breath answered his actions and he had to bury his head in Wolfwood’s neck,
unable to bear witness to the flash of pain he was sure to cause.
“This is going to hurt,” he whispered into Wolfwood’s
ear. “I’m sorry.” Without further warning he pressed himself to
the vulnerable opening and rocked his hips forward, entering Wolfwood in one
long stroke. Even with the generous
lubrication Vash could feel it when fragile tissues tore under the onslaught. Wolfwood groaned and fisted the sheets under
his hand as his body clenched at the sudden pain. Tears pricked Vash’s eyes. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured.
A moment later Wolfwood reached out to grab his wrist. Vash looked down in to the panicked eyes and
understood the slight shake of the head.
“I won’t stop. I couldn’t if I
wanted to.” It was no lie; with
Wolfwood’s muscles spasming around him it was all he could do not give in to the
feeling. Had it really only been days
since they’d last come together like this?
Vash wondered. It seemed like an
eternity had passed in the interim.
He didn’t bother waiting; it would have just prolonged the hurt. Instead he slid out halfway and pushed back
in, changing his angle just slightly and this time Wolfwood gasped. The tension in him relaxed a little, but not
enough for Vash’s peace of mind. His
fist wrapped around the hard flesh trapped between them and yes… there was that low, shaky moan that
told him pleasure was finally winning out against the pain.
His muscles trembled with the effort of keeping his pace slow
and steady, but he managed it because he knew Wolfwood couldn’t handle anything
more strenuous right now. Still, it was
enough and he silently rejoiced when Wolfwood released the sheets under his
hand to wrap his arms around his body.
It wasn’t long before he felt Wolfwood’s length twitching in
his grasp. That and the small, gasping
cries he made told Vash how close he was and he let himself go a little. He took his hand away and instead wrapped his
arm around Wolfwood’s hips, lifting him and trapping his cock between
them. He bucked his hips forward,
sheathing himself in his lover’s body and leaning low. “Feel me Nick,” he whispered into his guide’s
ear. “Trust in me. This is real.”
He pulled back, almost all the way out and drove back
in. Wolfwood trembled against him,
around him and he gave a strangled cry.
“I fell in love with you the day we met. You looked past my eyes then, looked into me
and saw me. That’s when I knew you were the one I’d been
waiting for.”
Another pull, another push even deeper than the last and
they were both on the brink.
“I’m never letting you go, Nick. I love you.”
His words were the trigger and Wolfwood suddenly went rigid,
clamping down hard around Vash’s length.
Vash could see his head tipped back, eyes closed and mouth wide but no
sound escaped his lips as he spilled himself between them. He barely had time to contemplate how
beautiful his guide looked like this before the sudden pressure of rippling
muscles around him drew him over the edge.
Vash spent himself there with a harsh cry, buried deeply in Wolfwood’s
body.
Vash didn’t let him go.
If anything he only clutched his body tighter to his own, waiting for
that familiar and inexplicable reaction.
It didn’t take long, nor was it what he expected. Wolfwood drew in a long, shuddering breath,
holding it in so long Vash started to worry.
But he released it soon after in an equally long moan that took all the
tension in his body with it. His body
relaxed and Vash lowered them both down to the bed.
~*~
Wolfwood held on. There
wasn’t much else he could do. Vash had
made sure of that.
Every flex of Vash’s hips brought pain, but it was nothing
compared to the starbursts of pleasure that exploded every time Vash came to
rest inside him.
He could do nothing but feel until Vash’s lips began to move
at his ear, his warm breath ghosting impossible things into his ear. His reality seemed to fragment then, becoming
a disjointed strand in which he floated.
Only Vash kept him grounded, his voice whispering unbelievable things
one after another–
“I love you.”
No telltale signs or buildup of pressure. He simply came then, his fingers squeezing
into Vash’s skin. He knew the word ‘ecstasy,’
but now he understood it. And when Vash
released inside him he felt it, and this time he knew it wasn’t his
imagination.
Love you. I don’t want you to hurt anymore. My Nick, mine. Trust me.
I love you.
The rush of energy that usually tore through him, alighting
his nerves with pure bliss didn’t come.
Instead warmth flooded his body, taking pain away as it flowed through
him. The relief was overwhelming, almost
as much as the fact – yes, the no questions asked, undisputed mother-fucking fact – that Vash loved him.
~*~
“Nick?” Vash called anxiously. Wolfwood took a moment to respond, opening
dazed eyes that still leaked crystalline tears to blink slowly up at him. “Oh, god,” he breathed, mistaking them for
tears of pain or fear. He reared back in
shock to see the bandaging over Wolfwood’s abdomen soaked through with
blood. He had to force himself to lower
his gaze further, where to his horror he saw smears of blood where their bodies
were still joined together. “I went too
far…”
Wolfwood still floated in a wonderful state, wondering why
Vash was attempting to back away from him.
Seeing horror fill the blue eyes at such an incredible moment finally
snapped him out of his trance-like state.
He sat up to wind himself around Vash like a vine, stopping his retreat
and bringing their bodies back together.
He shivered at how right it felt to have Vash inside him like this.
Vash shot his hands out to the side in fear of inflicting further
harm. “I didn’t know you were hurt this
badly… No wonder you’re so cold, you’re
bleeding out! You need help and I have
to…” A mystified frown came over
Wolfwood as he ran his fingers through the soft hair at the base of Vash’s skull.
“Hurt?” He
threaded a hand into Vash’s dark hair and kissed him, teasing his reluctant
lips open with licks and nips, then diving in when the door opened for
him. He drew Vash’s tongue into a dance
with his own, and before long soared at the feel of strong arms circling him
once again.
“It wasn’t bad,” he murmured between kisses. “It doesn’t hurt now. Nothing hurts anymore, just… Say it again.”
Vash cupped his cheek in a warm hand, gazing deeply into the
smoky eyes and letting the words flow once more from the deepest part of
him. “I love you, Nick.”
Nicholas D. Wolfwood smiled and Vash the Stampede, Humanoid
Typhoon and scourge of the planet Gunsmoke… simply forgot to breathe.
*************
The first chapter was done about a week or so ago, but answer
me honestly. If I’d left ya’ll hanging
after the ‘Reunions’ chapter you would’ve hunted me down with pitchforks,
wouldn’t you? Yep, that’s what I
thought. ~_^
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