Pink and Tan

A/N: I do not own Trigun. Yes, I’m going to pout about it.

This is a gift fic for Kimbo for being so awesome. She set up my new livejournal layout, and I owe her big-time. Thank you, than you, thank you. I know this isn’t the greatest fic ever (it was pretty hastily thrown together, in fact, so I know it’s not great) but hopefully it’s sufficient as a “thank you fic.”

Warnings: Straight up PWP. No real rhyme or reason to it. Not terribly graphic. Not terribly anything really.


“Pink and Tan”


The suns were setting and a warangrange tint was covering everything in sight. The sandy road, the wooden sign of the bank across the street, even the children who were playing by the fountain. All of these things were bathed in the dying colors of the suns, and rather than seeming sad, things seemed… good.

The weather was pleasantly moderate. A nice and welcome release from the scorching days of the past week. Next to him, the dark haired priest known as Nicholas D. Wolfwood was smoking thoughtfully, one hand on his cigarette, one hand splayed on the dirty wooden floor of the porch they were sitting on.

The orange faded to purple faded to blue faded to black, and the children went inside. The lamps came on to light the way through town, and an unconventional cool breeze moved in.

Neither man spoke. But then again, they had been sitting there for two hours at least without saying a word to each other. Contentedly enjoying the sounds of the city which had faded and been washed away, to be replaced by the sounds of the bugs humming and the occasional footsteps of a passerby.

Soon the night crowd would be filling the streets, and Vash would have to decide whether to join the rowdy masses or retreat into his room for an evening of peace.

They were so few and far between, after all.

Vash broke the silence first. Granted, it had been a comfortable silence, but a decision had to be made as to what they would be doing later that evening.

“So, what are we doing tonight?” He asked with a smile and a quirked brow, turning to look at the man sitting beside him.

Wolfwood shook himself out of his daze, lips curling into a smile. His dark eyes sparkled with a mirth recently unchaeriseristic of him. He hadn’t looked this happy in weeks.

“You mean we can’t just loaf around here all night? We have to get our asses up and DO something?”

“Well, yes. Well, I mean…” Vash began, put off slightly by Nick’s teasing. He took a small breath and reminded himself that Wolfwood actually DID have a sense of humor. It wasn’t their fault that all the drama of the past few weeks had slowly stolen any personality they might have once had. “Of course! Two hot guys like ourselves can’t just waste a beautiful night like this, now can we? And you know what they say, don’t you?”

Lips twitched, containing a premature l as as Nick waited for whatever ridiculous sayihe bhe blonde would come up with.

“They say ‘beautiful nights lead to beautiful ladies!’” Vash finished with a flourish; a huge grin plastered across his face.

The priest doubled over, dropping his cigarette to the ground, barking out several loud laughs before managing to speak a barely comprehensible “They say that, do they?” between chuckles.

Vash stood and rubbed the back of his head, slightly embarrassed. “Ok, maybe they don’t, but it’s true you know.” Wolfwood just laughed harder. “Whatever, Nick! Stop laughing, and let’s go get dressed.”

Long legs folded out underneath him, and he cracked his neck to one side, then the other before standing up next to Vash. “What’s wrong with what we’re wearing?”

A blonde eyebrow rose in distaste.

“We’ve been through some tough spots recently. Traveling, fighting, all that stuff. Just when, exactly, was the last time you had that suit cleaned?”

“Point taken.” He muttered as he brushed past Vash and into the inn.

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Long fingers slid button after button open, and finally the trademark red jacket fell to the floor while Nick was sliding his own white cotton shirt off his shoulders, exposing firm, tan skin.

“Just what do you think YOU’RE doing, Tongari?”

“Getting undressed. I’m going to hop in the shower.”

“The hell you are! I’M going to take a shower first.” Both mauseaused, muscles tensed, staring at each other from opposite sides of the room they were sharing for the evening.

From outside their open window, the sound of church bells singing out theningning’s hour rang loud and clear.

Pink lips curled into a mischievous grin. Tan lips spread into a toothy smile.

And on the last clang of the bells, the race was on.

Pants came off in record time and Vash and Wolfwood raced for the bathroom. The blonde gunman hit the tile of the floor first, but his momentum overrode him and he crashed in a surprised heap beside the toilet. The priest was on his tail, slowing down wisely before he ended up face first on the floor as well. He turned the hot water on in the shower and started to pull his boxers off, before a pale hand wound around his ankle and pulled his leg out from under him, causing him to loose his balance.

Hopping around on one foot, trying to steady himself, he grabbed the edge of the sink to keep standing.

“You are NOT getting in that shower before me, Wolfwood! I’m getting pretty for the ladies…. FIRST” The last word was said with a particularly hard tug at the ankle Vash was grasping, and Nick finally hit the floor with a thud. The body of the man underneath him softened his crash.

Grey eyes blinked and breathing stopped. Turquoise eyes stared open wide and movement froze.

Nick leaned forward and his lips brushed gently against the smooth skin of Vash’s cheek.

“Nicholas…” Vash began dly dly before being cut off completely by hot, hungry lips pressing into his mouth.

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The hot water poured over them, and the skin on both their bodies was turning pink from the heat. Vash’s was something of a rose-shade and Nick’s was a mottled kind of tan. Lips grazed skin: shoulders, necks, nipples. Tongues traced eager patterns across chests, stomachs, lower. Teeth nipped and gentle, soothing kisses followed.

Vash was on his knees, water rolling down his skin, hair in his eyes. He rubbed his cheek against Wolfwood’s lower stomach, his chin brushing other things; lower things.

A moan, and then he could no longer take it. The sight of the wet blonde on his knees in front of him, a sight he had secretly been craving for some t tho though he had only barely admitted it to himself, was too much.

“Vash, I need- oh!” Lips gently touched the tip of his erection, and then smiled innocently.

“Vash, I need you. I need you. Please. Just- unghhh!” Moist pressure. Warm mouth. Soft tongue.

He knew his body was moving, rocking into the delicious mouth of Vash the Stampede, but he had no controlr itr it. It was moving independently of his mind. His hands wound themselves into wet blonde hair, and he pushed Vash’s head, forcing it to move backwards and forwards faster and harder. Deeper, deeper, deeper. He could feel that he was hitting the back of the gunman’s throat, and still he pushed and rocked, desperate to be completely sheathed inside that brilliant mouth. To have those delicate lips wrapped around the base of his cock.

The water was beginning to cool, causing them both to shiver with a combination of cold and eroticism. For Nicholas, the sensation of cool water on his back and warm flesh surrounding his erection was overwhelming, and with a last desperate thrust and a half-muttered word of praise, he came in Vash’s mouth.

An exhale and a few heartbeats later, he half-collapsed, half-lowered himself to his knees to be face to face with the coyly smiling man in front of him.

“Your turn.”

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Side by side Wolfwood and Vash lay in bed. Wrapped up in each other’s arms, they barely fit on the twin-sized mattress.

“So much for getting pretty for the ladies. So much for going out tonight.” Nick teased sleepily as he idly wound a strand of yellow hair around his finger.

“Screw the ladies, screw going out.” Vash muttered in a tired but very content voice.

“Actually, Tongari, I’d rather screw you.”

Vash chuckled in a slightly huskier voice than usual. “You know what they say about beautiful nights?” He asked, adjusting his head to look Nick in the eyes.

“What?”

Pink lips curled into a mischievous grin. Tan lips spread into a toothy smile. They pressed together for a kiss. Pink and tan.

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A/N Wow, that was totally pointless. I am ashamed. I didn\'t even TRY to have another level of plot going on here. Oh well.