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Coming up is the scene that started this fic moving in my
head.� It was intended to be an all out,
screw him �til he loves it bodice-ripper fic.�
Vash was all for it, but Wolfwood wouldn�t completely cooperate (�Are
you insane?!� I ain�t goin� along with any
romance novel crap!!!�) and it ended up as this.

Well, let�s get to it, shall we?

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Vash would much rather have simply felt things out, but he
was going to have to think things through first.� He could feel the slight tremors running through Wolfwood�s body
that meant he was already resisting the urge to fight, and it was only going to
get worse.

He was going to have to be careful.� Moral arguments aside, there was no denying
that Wolfwood in a fight � all bared fangs and feral grin, large, deft hands
playing that ridiculous cannon like a delicate instrument, god� � was a
serious turn-on.� But he sure as hell
didn�t want to face him in a full-on berserker rage right now.

Tricky, complicated work.�
All to rewrite a simple, devastating formula that Legato had managed to
burn into Wolfwood at the instinctual level erasing the lines between sex,
rape, and agony.

He pressed Wolfwood gently backward and stretched out over
him, his mouth never leaving the other�s skin.�
He gasped when their hips met.�
Though the tension in the lines of his body still spoke of fear, he
could feel Wolfwood hard against his own arousal through the soft fabric of
their pants.

Heightened sensitivity.�
Damn, getting him past this was gonna be worth the wait.� How the hell he was going to do it was a
mystery�

Power rippled a helpful reminder inside him.� He gave it direction with a thought, never
even considering another tragic loss of control.� Things were different now.�
It had learned to see Wolfwood as an essential part of himself; it would
never again threaten the priest or cause him harm.� It listened to what he asked of it and faded into the background
again in obedience.� Vash could feel it
though, eager and watchful inside him.

With that problem solved, he was able to turn his full
attention back to more important things, like finally having Wolfwood where he
wanted him.

A couple of tugs and Wolfwood�s shirt hit the floor in a
pile.� He hissed in reaction to the
small breeze of the fabric whishing away and tried to cover it up, but a smile
tugged at Vash�s lips; he had seen.�
Very slowly, very deliberately, Vash leaned down to lick over a nipple
while Wolfwood struggled to remember how to breathe.� He remembered all at once when Vash blew a steady stream of air
over the wet skin, gasping at the sensation.

Vash sucked the nub into a hard point while Wolfwood writhed
underneath him before turning the same attention on the other.� The urge to give it a sharp tug with his
teeth was strong, but he decided he�d better save the rough stuff for next
time.

He was so taken by feel of the pebbled skin on his tongue it
shocked him to feel Wolfwood�s hands under his shirt, pushing it up over his
chest.� Vash pulled away just enough to
help him pull it off, eager to feel more of Wolfwood�s touch.�

Those deft hands mapped and catalogued the different
textures of Vash�s body: the rough and ragged scars, the slick metal mesh and
bolts that had held flesh and bone together in some places, and the smoothness
of the rare patches of unmarked skin stretched over thick muscle.

Vash closed his eyes, drew in a shaky breath.� He tried not to move even an inch, fearful
of anything that might make those hands leave him.� Even this torturously light, cautious exploration was more than
he�d had in� far too long.� He had
managed to forget how the scarring tended to make the surrounding skin much more
sensitive.� The touches gradually became
more sure and firm, and Vash was sure that he would go insane if he couldn�t
have more contact with this man, and soon.

Wolfwood caught his eye, and knew just as surely as
if Vash had spoken aloud.� �Okay.� Let�s step this up before you explode and I
lose my nerve.�� He moved his hands
further down, and got some satisfaction from the thomas-in-headlights look Vash
gave him when he popped the button and fly on his jeans.

Once that was done, he pushed the jeans over Vash�s hips,
letting his hands slide along the newly revealed skin.� Vash gasped, and the surprised look gave way
to desire once again.� The play of
emotions across Vash�s face was fascinating, and Wolfwood watched with an
intensity that drove away everything else for the moment.� He wasn�t thinking when he reached out and
cupped Vash�s hard shaft, stroking the velvet over steel just to watch him
react.

The blond whimpered, helplessly thrusting into his
hand.� Wolfwood marveled that a whimper
could sound so damned erotic.� A voice
in the back of his head tried to warn him to stop what he was doing, but it was
used to being ignored and quieted quickly when Wolfwood continued to drive Vash
closer to the edge.� There was nothing
of sorrow or pain in the water-blue eyes now, only desire and need and
something much, much more.� It was
beautiful and Wolfwood reveled in his own power to break the past�s hold on
Vash.

Those magical hands left him and Vash lowered his head to
Wolfwood�s shoulder, breathing hard.� He
was attempting to catch his breath when Wolfwood shifted under him.� �Too close.�
A little longer and I would�ve��

He never completed the thought.� Strong hands grasped his hips and pulled him down.� He met overheated skin stretched over wiry
muscle and flesh hard against his own and stilled in shock.� For a second all they could do was stare
wide-eyed at each other, taking in the new sensation of skin sliding against
skin.� Vash was the first to emerge from
the spell, rocking forward to send a jolt of pleasure through both of
them.� Another movement, harder this
time, sent Wolfwood�s head back against the pillow in a shaky cry that kicked
the dregs of rational thought clear of Vash�s brain.

Vash�s mouth was on his neck again and his hands were everywhere
at once, and things were getting very real again, very fast.� The panic was awakening in a hurry.� �Slow down!� he thought wildly, but
the words lost to a gasp when Vash ground their hips together again.� He knew this was about to end badly, knew Vash
wasn�t thinking any more than he had been, and was busy clattering around in
the nightstand doing� something he should probably be paying attention to, but
he was too busy in his own head trying to stay in control of the whirlwind of
murderous terror trying to break free of its prison.

It was working well enough until Vash reached down and
pressed his slick finger in past the first ring of muscle.� Wolfwood felt the mindless panic claw its
way free, and he couldn�t keep it caged.�
He could only hope Vash could contain him without either one of them
getting killed.�

The fluid ripple of steely muscle through Wolfwood�s body
was minute, but enough warning for Vash�s power to fulfill its earlier
orders.� If he tries to fight, hold
him.� Carefully.

The second Wolfwood tried to lash out, Vash�s eyes flashed
and a familiar, immense pressure settled over his limbs like a thick blanket
and kept him from moving.� He�d felt
both Vash and Knives use their power this way before, oppressive and heavy.

He�d last felt that very same power on Knives� ship when it
had crushed him against the cold metal floor, allowing Legato to strip and bind
him at his leisure.

The display of power should�ve sent him further into that
panicked state, but it had the opposite effect.� This was different, it was almost� gentle.� It pushed only as much as he did, and gave
where he relaxed.

Wolfwood�s muscles twitched reflexively as he forced them to
stillness instead of trying to fight Vash off.�
The pressure eased as he did so, and Vash was looking down at him, brow
furrowed in concern.� �I lost it there
for a minute; I�m sorry.� You okay now?�

�Yeah, I think so,� he breathed.� �Might as well keep going.�

Vash snorted.� �Your
confidence in me is underwhelming.�

�You are fucking irritating.�

�And you swear too much, you sorry excuse for a
priest.�

�You mind tellin� me why the hell you�re picking a fight
with me now!?�

A smug smile lit Vash�s face.� �To distract you so I could do this.�� He wiggled the now two fingers in Wolfwood�s ass, drawing a hiss
and a strange sort of choked-off chuckle from the dark-eyed man.

Arguing with Vash was just natural.� �This is so weird,� Wolfwood
muttered.� Really fucking weird, to be
sure.� But it also made sense.� Vash was his opposite after all.� Even though they understood one another
deeply, the two of them together made for interesting times, to say the
least.� �Good thing weird works for me.� Get on with it, Tongari.�

Vash ignored him and scissored his fingers for good
measure.�

�Stop playin� around, I mean it,� Wolfwood gasped.� �No matter how long we wait this ain�t gonna
get any easier.� Either it�ll work or it
won�t.�

�But I was having fun!�

The only thing that stopped Wolfwood from beating Vash to a
pulp in that moment was the knowledge that he was trying to put him at ease and
the fact that it just meant they�d have to start all over again later.� �Tongari!�

�Yeah, I know,� Vash answered quietly, all trace of humor
gone.� And he did know, it was plain to
see that Wolfwood was holding on by a thread and didn�t know how much longer he
could hold on.� He slid his fingers out,
leaving Wolfwood�s passage slick and ready for him.� �It�ll be easier if you turn over.�

�No!� Wolfwood answered a little too quickly.� He swallowed and tried again.� �No.�
It�ll be worse if I can�t see you.�

Vash nodded and grabbed for a pillow to shove under
Wolfwood�s hips, closing his eyes and taking a steadying breath when Wolfwood
lifted up to accommodate it.� He moved
back into the embrace of Wolfwood�s thighs, feeling them tighten at his
sides.� He looked into the dark eyes
close, finally so close to his own.� He
could see Wolfwood�s pupils widening and contracting in rhythm with his shaky
breaths.� No doubt his mind was bouncing
back and forth between the here and now and Legato�s repeated acts of violence
against him, exactly as Knives had intended.

He felt the cold sting of anger at that thought; he hadn�t
wanted it to be this way.� He�d dreamed
of easing Wolfwood into this, of opening him gently and showing him how much he
was loved, and how good Vash could make him feel.� But that couldn�t be now, because of his own brother.� �Damn you, Knives.� Damn you��

With difficulty he managed to shake off anger and thoughts
of what should have been.� He pressed
himself against Wolfwood�s entrance and felt how tightly his body was shut
against him.� He couldn�t move, not
without hurting him badly.� �You have to
relax, Nick.� Relax,� he murmured,
willing him with all his strength to come back from the nightmare, to feel his
desire and need, and his love.

Wolfwood�s eyes came to focus on him in that instant, and
his body yielded just enough for Vash to rock himself forward and start the
slow slide into his body.� It
hurt and a violent shudder shook him.�
He fought hard to keep the pain from sending him back into that awful
place Vash seemed so hell-bent on getting him out of.

Vash gasped at the molten grip that held him.� Just as the head of his cock slipped past
the first ring of muscle, Wolfwood reached his limit and the past once again
took him over.� The slight pain of
Vash�s entry morphed into the agony of Legato knifing into him without end, his
own blood the only thing easing the way.�
His entire body tightened up and Vash couldn�t move forward anymore
without hurting him, so he held himself still and waited.

Wolfwood�s blunt fingernails dug into his back, and he was
grateful for the distraction of the small pain.� Telling him to relax was pointless; this was beyond his
control.� It would take as long as it
took.� He whispered a constant litany of
praise and reassurance into Wolfwood�s ear, unwilling to leave him to fight the
hellish images on his own.

It seemed to help.�
Wolfwood dragged in several deep breaths, and in a shorter time than
Vash had thought possible, forced his body to ease up again.� Vash wasted no time.� As soon as he could move again, he rocked
forward and made it about halfway in before Wolfwood locked down around him
once more.

He grit his teeth and let out a strangled groan at the
effort of holding still.� The pressure
around him was so intense it was beginning to cross the line into painful.� It had been so long, and he desperately
needed to move, move, take what he needed�� It would be all right, Wolfwood would understand, he always
understood�

Wolfwood could feel Vash tensing, struggling to be patient
with him, to make this good for him, but it was pointless.� �I can�t do this, Tongari.� Just� do what you did before.� Hold me again and move.� I�ll heal.�

He always understood.

Vash watched Wolfwood trying to reconcile himself to what
he�d just offered, saw him close his eyes to hide the dread of what would
happen next and to try and hide the fear.�
If he did what Wolfwood suggested, what he�d thought of trying earlier,
he would be worse than Legato, worse than Knives.

His body would heal, but only that.� The offer reminded Vash of what was at stake
here, and he took a deep breath and fought off the burst of urgency.� �I won�t take what you can�t give me,� he
said quietly.� �I�m not moving �til you
let me in, Nick.� I�m not going to hurt
you.�

It was stupid.� It
was sappy.� It was� it was Vash.� And it was exactly what Wolfwood needed to
hear.

It was Vash.� Of
course Vash wasn�t going to hurt him.� Stupid
Tongari tried not to hurt anyone, even people who were trying to kill him.� �And I actually mean something to him
for some damned reason; he�d never hurt me.�
Hell, he wouldn�t even leave me to fight on my own.� He�s always around whether I want him to be
or not.� He�� Oh.� Oh.�

Both of them gasped in amazement as his body stopped trying
to fight to keep Vash out and started pulling him in.� It was almost an overload when the constricting hold on his cock
became bearable.�

Wolfwood stared up at him with a mixture of awe and
disbelief.� �I� trust you.�� Vash had a sudden urge to laugh
hysterically.� Thankfully the amazing
feel of finally being inside Wolfwood overpowered it, though he couldn�t keep
the smile from his face.� He took full
advantage of the parted lips, delving into that wet heat and tasting
his mouth.� Strange to find his flavor
sweet after so many smoke and whisky-laden fantasies.� Strange and wonderfully addictive; he resolved on the spot to
find ways of keeping the man away from cigarettes.� Wolfwood�s response was hesitant at first, soon his tongue was
twining around Vash�s, fighting him for dominance.

Vash drew back rocked forward again, sinking deep with a
shudder.� All the resistance was gone
and Wolfwood was responding to him.� His
fingers relaxed and his hands slid down Vash�s back, trying to bring him
closer.

Since they first met, he and Wolfwood had fought together as
if it was all they�d ever done.� So when
Wolfwood arched and drew him all the way in, Vash wasn�t surprised.� And he�d always known that their bodies
would immediately find a rhythm with each other, just as they did.� It was amazing, and almost perfect.� The little grunts and gasps coming from
Wolfwood�s lips were incredibly arousing, but they just didn�t fit.� He was holding back.� Trained to silence in all things, it seemed.

Vash had heard the man�s voice in every other spectrum of
emotion, memorized them all.� And he
needed to hear this one too.� �Let me
hear you, Nick.� I need to hear you,� he
pleaded. �He drew back, rotated his hips
and plunged forward again.� Wolfwood
shouted in surprise as fire shot through his body.� Now, now it was perfect.

Heat flared through him and grew with every thrust Vash made
into his body, stabbing at something deep inside him that threatened to break
him from the inside out.� He felt his
very body would burn to ash if this went on much longer.� His mouth was open, he knew he was crying
out but he couldn�t hear himself over the sound of the blood roaring in his
ears.� A different kind of panic crept
upon him.

Wolfwood�s cock lay rock hard and weeping in Vash�s hand,
and his head thrashed on the pillow, eyes tightly shut.� Corded muscle stood out with each thrust of
their hips.� His body was balanced on
the edge of orgasm but he was fighting it.�
Vash slowed his pace a fraction to get his attention.� Wolfwood opened his eyes, and Vash saw the
fear they held.

�What�s wrong?�

�T-too much,� he ground out.� �They never told me if my body could handle this, I just
wanted�� Can I die from this?�� I don�t want to die, not anymore.�

�I won�t let you.��
And Wolfwood believed him.

Vash began to move again, stroking him in counterpoint to
the movement of his hips, and Wolfwood was lost.� His whole body shivered deep and tensed, fists clenched tightly
in the sheets.� He threw back his head
in a hoarse shout as his body exploded and shattered into pieces.

When he came back to himself, he first felt fingers brushing
wet trails along his cheeks.� When he
opened his eyes Vash was looking down at him, looking strained and smug all at
once.� �Can�t say I�ve ever knocked
anyone out before.�

��Knocked out�?�� He squirmed, feeling Vash still hard inside
him.

�Yep.� I just used up
several lifetimes worth of patience on you.�
Hope you appreciate it; it�ll never happen again.�

�Well, now that that�s outta the way,� he bucked his hips
upward and it was his turn to look smug when Vash cried out.� �Your turn.�

Vash growled deep in his throat and grabbed under Wolfwood�s
knees, shoved his legs back against his chest and slammed forward.� Satisfaction threaded through him when
Wolfwood yelped in surprise at the change, looking at him in something akin to
wonder.� Everything about him was raw
need, and something in Wolfwood�s gut kicked at the sight.� His body made a valiant, but ultimately
futile attempt to get back in the game.

Vash blinked through a bead of sweat falling over his
eye.� �This is different,� came the hazy
thought.� So much more than a quick,
drunken fuck with a willing body, more even than the physical comfort shared
with sympathetic partners in the past.

Something was happening, the power inside him was reacting
to something, bouncing around inside him and begging to be let out.� It added to the heat already pooling in his
groin and nothing had ever felt so good.�
He groaned helplessly, knowing it was looking for an outlet, but unable
to stop thrusting into Wolfwood�s welcoming heat.

Wolfwood hadn�t thought anything of it at first when the
room lightened a little, assuming it was simply more moonslight coming through
the window.� Should have been fucking
terrified when he realized it was coming from Vash, but was more mesmerized
than anything else; he wanted to see more.

Then Wolfwood squeezed around him on his next advance and an
outlet for all that restless energy presented itself.� Vash shouted something that sounded like Wolfwood�s name,
pleasure singing through him.� Of their
own accord his eyes screwed shut so tightly bright color danced in his
vision.� With a shudder, he came harder
than he ever had, hips jerking and draining energy into Wolfwood along with his
seed.

His rubbery limbs collapsed when the storm subsided, sparing
only a brief thought to comfort in letting go of Wolfwood�s legs.� Wolfwood didn�t seem to mind bearing his
weight, so he just enjoyed being held by someone who really knew him for the
first time since Rem had rocked him to sleep on their ship so long ago.

Wolfwood shifted a bit after a minute, then the shifting
turned into a squirm.� Vash slid free of
his body, and he made an annoyed grunt at being dislodged, having been quite
happy where he was.� Mildly interested
but still too relaxed to move, Vash just refused to do that very thing even
when Wolfwood�s chest started rising and falling in a fast pant.� It wasn�t until he felt Wolfwood�s cock
swelling against him that he finally raised himself up on his elbows to better
grumble at his chosen mattress for disturbing him.� He didn�t get very far though, eyes widening in shock to see
color high on Wolfwood�s cheeks, eyes glazed over in unmistakable ecstasy.

He pressed his head back into the pillow gasping at the
tingling heat moving through his body.�
It sizzled along his nerves as Legato�s �technique� once had, but
searing pleasure into him instead of pain.�
Finally he shuddered and arched under Vash�s amazed scrutiny, releasing
for the third time with a startled cry.

Vash flopped back down onto Wolfwood none too gently,
chuckling softly and feeling ridiculously pleased with himself.� �Huh.�
I wondered where all that energy was going,� he mumbled.

Wolfwood glared at the side of his head, trying his best to
sound angry through the shivers of pleasure still vibrating through him.� �What the hell was that?� You were fucking glowing, Tongari!�

Vash didn�t bother lifting his head to answer.� �Oh, really?� came the muffled
response.� �That�s nice.�

��Nice?�� And
what the hell did you shoot into me?!�

�I dunno,� Vash mumbled.�
�That�s never happened before.�
Quit your whining.� You sure
seemed to enjoy it.�

�If I end up pregnant, I�m going to kill you.�

An amused snort puffed against his shoulder.� �If it�s a boy, can I name him George?�

�Not funny, Tongari!�

�Oh, yes it is.� Get
a sense of humor you stuffy old priest.�

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There will be no mpreg.�
I just couldn�t help myself.� ^_^

Okay, if I keep going with this story it�s gonna have some
serious spoilers for the end of the manga in another chapter.� You still want to read it, or should I just
wrap it up in a happy ending until Dark Horse manages to get the whole thing
out?

To Affie and Rysha: Hah!�
I love makin� people laugh; that made my day!!!� ^_^

To Vash ^_^.:
Hmm�� If it were animeverse, hell
yeah, Wolfwood would be all over that ass.�
But Vash is so much a stronger character in the manga� add to that the
fact that Wolfie�s a teenager, and Vash keeps coming out on top � pun fully
intended! � more often than not.� But
hang in there; turnabout is fair play, after all!� ~_^

To Robin: If those two get any more satisfied, they�re gonna
melt!� But I shall endeavor to make it
happen anyway.� ~_^
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