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A Gratuitously Pornographic \"Virginity\" Story	By : grimbitter Category: +S to Z > Trigun Views: 3981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Gratuitously Pornographic "Virginity" Story
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This here is Andmydog's Gratuitously Pornographic Version of How Wolfwood Lost His Virginity. Grains of salt ready? Good.
(From a challenge by Mistressrenet, and, lucky me! fitting a challenge on 30_lemons. Mad love to my beta Hibem!)

Disclaimer: I hereby disclaim all ownership of these characters. I just likes 'ta play with them. No harm, no foul.

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"Why� won't� this goddamn door... open?!"

The lock split beneath Wolfwood's weight, and the door crashed against the wall. Wolfwood stormed into the room, Punisher under one arm, glaring blackly at the bits of latch on the floor. He shoved the giant cross into the corner between the table and the far bed then turned and dropped heavily into a chair as Vash appeared in the doorway. The blond hovered just inside the room, unconsciously picking at the label of something dark and potent. He scuffed one foot nervously against the doorframe, and Wolfwood scowled, drawing a bent cigarette from his coat pocket. His hand shook faintly as he raised the lucifer to the tip. Vash sighed, closing the battered door as best he could, and wedging the other chair under the knob. Silently, he crossed the floor and set the bottle on the table next to the fuming priest, then wearily perched on the edge of one of the beds. Wolfwood ground his cigarette out on the tabletop with one sharp twist and reached for another.

�You didn�t have to hit him.�

The match paused halfway. �The hell I didn�t.� He took a deep drag and exhaled loudly, poking at the scorchmark on the fake wood table with the still smouldering matchstick. A ribbon of smoke drifted lazily around his bowed head and out the open window.

�It was a stupid thing to say, especially to a priest, but he was really drunk, and��

�I don�t fucking care.� The second cigarette joined the first, and Wolfwood poked at the black mark for a moment more before reaching for the bottle.

�You broke his jaw.�

Wolfwood took a swig, and grimaced at the burn. �Then he�ll remember to watch his mouth next time.� The booze was fire and dirt and fuck it, he'd drunk enough. He slammed the bottle back onto the table and stood, pointedly ignoring the reproachful gaze from the other man.

�Wolfwood��

��M�tired, Tongari. Gonna hit the light.� He flipped the switch on the wall and the room went black.

In the wan starlight Vash shucked off his shoes and slid under the covers, listening to the dim familiar sounds of Wolfwood doing the same. The room stank of dust and smoke, but at least the sheets were clean. Across the room, the springs complained as Wolfwood rolled over. The mattresses were softer than the stones outside, but not by much. Vash closed his eyes and breathed deeply, willing his body to slow down and sleep.

Wolfwood rolled over again, kicking off the blanket, his breath rasping unevenly in the darkness. Vash groaned mentally and began counting white fluffy Thomasii as Wolfwood tossed back and forth on the creaking bed.

Four. Five. Six. Seven.

Wolfwood sat up briefly and pulled the covers back up.

Twenty-one. Twenty-two. Twenty-three.

He tossed over yet again and huffed angrily.

Thirty-nine. Forty. Forty-one.

Bare feet on the floor and Wolfwood shoved himself off the bed. He fumbled with his coat, knocking the chair over in the process, then sank back onto the mattress, striking a light against the bedframe.

Wolfwood smoked too much.

The priest was staring through the dark at the spot where his feet should be, half-forgotten cigarette casting an orange glow over his knee. His face was hidden in the shadows, but the starlight picked out the silhouette of slumping broad shoulders and bowed head.

Vash was never going to be able to sleep again, not with Wolfwood sulking like this.

Kicking off the blankets, Vash swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up, tiredly scratching the back of his head. From this angle, he could make out Wolfwood's features enough to see the self-conscious scowl, and could just barely hear the sound of a fist twisting the sheets.

This had gone on long enough. "Wolfwood?"

The shoulders across the room may have flinched, or it may have been a trick of the shadows. "Yeah?" A patch of not-quite-dark formed briefly above Wolfwood's head as he exhaled, then spread itself thin and
vanished.

"Fix it."

"What?"

"Fix it. Make it better. You haven't slept since Ripmela, you've been in a lousy mood since before that, and if I don't get a good night's sleep soon I may shoot you myself." His tone said he was smiling, but Wolfwood wasn't so sure. "So, whatever's wrong, I want you to fix it. If you need to get drunk, er, drunker, then do it. If you need to shoot something, then go find a rock and blow it up with that cannon of yours. And if you need to get laid, then find someone to have sex with. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, it's been a long time for me, too, and sometimes you just� well, sometimes we all just need to get laid."

Wolfwood snorted, and dragged off his smoke. "You sound like you're offering, Tongari."

"What if I was?"

Wolfwood coughed painfully, sending a cloud of blue-grey smoke out into the room. "Wha� what?" His voice was a coarse whisper.

Vash's silhouette cocked its head slightly to one side. "What if I was offering?" Wolfwood ground the butt out on the edge of the table and stared at Vash.

"�d'you want t'�"

Vash shifted forward, unable to hear. "What?"

"Nothin', nothin'." Wolfwood shook his head and laughed. "Been that long, huh?" He reached for the packet of cigarettes on the table.

"Yes." There was something about Vash, the way he was sitting, or the tone of his voice, that made Wolfwood want to either reach for his gun or kneel. This was new. Wolfwood wasn't all that big on "new", even when the hunger in Vash's voice echoed around his own.

"You're fucking with me."

Vash rose to his feet, looking taller in the dark. He reached into his bag momentarily, then crossed the room and stood above Wolfwood. The preacher found himself eyelevel with the bulge in Vash's pants. He swallowed hard and forced himself to meet Vash's eye. The blond stood there, waiting.

"Dammit, Tongari, don't you do me any favours! That bastard in the bar thinks I need to get laid, and you think I need to get laid, but just because I've been watching your ass doesn't mean I want a piece of it! I�"

Vash leaned down and captured Wolfwood's mouth mid-rant.

False hand disappearing under the pillow, his real hand slid along Wolfwood's throat and up under his ear, not holding, not turning, just touching, fingers cool against flushed skin. He could feel Wolfwood's pulse pounding. Vash opened his mouth slightly and flicked his tongue across Wolfwood's lower lip, but the darker man kept his lips pressed tightly together. He pressed harder, working his mouth against Wolfwood's, but still no response. Frowning slightly, Vash broke contact and pulled his head back, leaving his hand on the side of Wolfwood's face.

"You don't kiss?" Do you want me to stop?

Wolfwood seized Vash's collar with one hand and pressed the other to his chest, just below the grating. "No, I� sorry. Yeah. Yeah. But I bet I've got a mouth like an ashtray right now." Vash ran the ball of his thumb roughly along Wolfwood's jaw.

"I don�t care," and Vash was straddling him, Vash's tongue insistent, devouring his mouth. Wolfwood tasted of whiskey and cigarettes and something sweet and he kissed with unexpected tenderness, teasingly exploring the underside of the blond's tongue. Vash groaned low, and his hand slipped between them, freeing the buttons on Wolfwood's shirt. Wolfwood arched beneath him as he palmed one dark nipple, then Vash's shirt was loose and halfway off his shoulders and Wolfwood's hands were on his hips, kneading upward.

Vash pinched Wolfwood's nipple hard, breaking off the kiss as the darker man gasped and slid his hands up the scarred back. The blond dropped his head and ran his tongue along Wolfwood's bared throat, deft fingers working at his belt and fly. He trailed one hand down along soft belly skin, and was moving to reclaim Wolfwood's mouth when the moon came out and he caught Wolfwood's eye.

Wolfwood was afraid.

Vash froze, eyes wide, then pulled back, rolling off the priest and onto the edge of the bed. Wolfwood shot up, hands braced on the mattress, fear gone, ready to fight. His glance flickered to the window, then the door, resting momentarily on the canvas-shrouded hulk in the corner.
"Tongari? What is it?"

Vash smiled his false smile, hands raised. "Nothing! I'm sorry, I guess I got carried away." He faked a yawn, ignoring Wolfwood's scowl. "It's awfully late, isn't it?"

"What the hell?!" He dropped his voice, still scanning the room from the corner of his eye. "What'd you hear?" Vash blinked in confusion, then shook his head.

"Nothing. There's nobody out there, it's safe. I just don't think this is a good idea tonight, that's all."

"Why the hell not?"

Vash ran a weary hand over his face. "I'm tir� you're tired, and I'm being pushy and just because I find you attractive doesn't mean I have to� and now I'm making you uncomfortable, and I should go�"

"Don't you fucking dare blame this on me." Wolfwood leaned forward until he was face to face with Vash. "You want to go to sleep, do it, and if you want to screw, let's do it, but quit teasing." Vash blinked.

"If I want to� do you, um, do you want to?"

Wolfwood reached down, grabbed Vash's hand, and pressed it firmly against his captive erection. Vash's hand twitched and Wolfwood inhaled sharply, eyes black with arousal.

"What do you think?" Vash caressed Wolfwood's balls with his thumb and Wolfwood bit his lip, visibly trying not to shudder.

"You're sure?"

"Just�fuck� just slow down, okay?"

"Okay." Vash smiled, then bent Wolfwood down into a much gentler kiss. Wolfwood wrapped one hand around the back of Vash's neck and pulled the blond's shirt off with the other, kissing him back, hard.

"I said slower, not like I'm your damn girlfriend." Vash laughed, trailing his fingertips up Wolfwood's length, tugging at the button on his slacks. The buttons gave easily, and Vash slid the black material over Wolfwood's legs, letting it puddle on the floor. He knelt between the priest's legs, toying with the line of hair on the dark abdomen.

"How do you want to do this?" Wolfwood was silent for a moment, then blinked lazily.

"Show me what you like." Vash licked his lips, and Wolfwood's mouth went dry.

"All right." A moment's pause, then Vash's fingers were cold and wet as he teasingly caressed Wolfwood's shaft, barely touching the hot skin. He slid his fingertips under Wolfwood's sac, and back up to the head in one long stroke, then back down, pressing more firmly with each pass. Wolfwood's eyes slid shut, only to fly open at the crinkle of aluminium. Vash paused at Wolfwood's start, condom in hand.

"Did you want to top?" He ran his thumb roughly up the underside of Wolfwood's cock, and the priest's breath caught.

"No," Wolfwood shook his head, not quite trusting his voice. "No, I�" Even against the dark of the room, Vash's eyes were huge and black, and the fingers reaching behind his balls weren't such a scary thing after all. "I want you to fuck me."

Wolfwood could almost hear Vash smile, then the fingers on his dick vanished, only to reappear a moment later, colder and slick and insistent. They outlined the tight muscle, circling and petting, always pressing harder, rubbing downward then pulling back. Vash's other hand imitated the motions on the head of his dick, tracing the edge and teasing the tiny slit with gentle, smooth strokes. One fingertip breached the ring of muscle, and the toying circles on Wolfwood's cock became long, coaxing strokes. Vash pressed forward, then a bit more, rocking his whole hand with the motion, sliding the underside of his finger against the tight muscles. Wolfwood's breath was coming faster, but he lay still, every muscle clenched.

Vash slid his machine hand up Wolfwood's chest, raising himself to his knees. He leaned over the darker man, nipping lightly at a pebbled nipple, and then at the shell of his ear. "Wolfwood," he whispered, tracing the inner edge of his ear with his tongue and feeling the other man shudder beneath him. "Let me in."

Exhaling raggedly, Wolfwood visibly relaxed. Vash rocked forward again, and this time, his questing finger found what it'd been seeking. He rolled the nub under his fingertip, and Wolfwood twitched. He stroked the tip of Wolfwood's prostate again, and the priest arched up blindly beneath him, eyes wide.

"Oh, fuck!"

Vash pressed forward again and again, brushing just past the knot of nerves until Wolfwood groaned and spread his legs wider, hips arching to increase the sensation. The second finger slid in easily, and, panting, Wolfwood fucked himself on Vash's hand. Vash licked a streak up the side of Wolfwood's throat, lips resting over the fluttering pulse.

The priest was getting damn close when Vash slipped his fingers free. The demand for more died quickly as the fingers were replaced with the promise of something much larger. Vash slid his arms under Wolfwood's knees and down the front of his thighs to his chest, pinning the priest against the bed with his upper body. Then, Vash rocked his hips forward, and it hurt. Yeah, that was a lot bigger than two fingers. Wolfwood's jaw clenched, and he shoved his shoulders into the mattress, trying to relax, to not push back. Vash's machine hand came around and caught his flagging erection in a cool grip, and that was good, that was damn good, but then Vash moved forward more, and it still hurt, it burned, Vash was too big, what the hell was he doing, and then there were lights as Vash hit just the right spot.

With a gasp, Wolfwood bucked beneath the blond as Vash slid fully home. He rested on the backs of Wolfwood's thighs, trying to even out his breathing as Wolfwood's insides fluttered around his length, adjusting. Wolfwood's face beneath his was flushed, lips parted and eyes wide, looking debauched and very young. He dropped his gaze from the priest's face, slid his hips back, and drove forward again and again, glancing up to see the crow's feet appear as Wolfwood squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back, arms straining against the sheets, knotted fists bunched against his sides. Vash braced himself on either side of Wolfwood's chest and sped up his thrusts, sweat-loosed hair hanging in his eyes, fighting to hold back, to make this last, but it'd been so long, and Wolfwood was so hot and inviting and with a bitten-off moan Vash came, hips pistoning. Wolfwood tensed, then came a moment later, face turned into the sheets to muffle his cry.

Blinking the sweat from his eyes, Vash raised his head from Wolfwood's shoulder, only to be pulled right back down by a hot hand in his hair. Wolfwood's kiss was just as desperate and hungry as it had been before, and the priest cut it short with an embarrassed laugh as Vash pulled out.

Stretching like a cat, Vash rose and padded toward the tiny bathroom. "Were there towels in here?" From the room came the hiss of a match, and a gravelly noncommittal grunt.

"Big help you are." Vash flung a small towel at Wolfwood, then disappeared back into the bathroom, turning on the tap. When he emerged a minute later, the cigarette was dying, crushed out on the tabletop, and Wolfwood was snoring faintly in Vash's bed.

"Wolfwood!"

The snoring got louder.

"That bed smells like cigarettes!"

"Go to sleep, Tongari."

Vash dropped heavily back onto the mussed covers and folded his arms beneath his head. "You got ash on the pillow, too."

"Good night, Tongari."

"Next time, priest, you can sleep in the wet spot."

"Next�? Yeah, yeah. Go to sleep already."

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