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Vash honestly couldn’t tell if sleeping with Wolfwood was the best or worst thing he’d ever done.
Vash did a lot of things that would bite him in the ass later. This was probably going to be one of them. But he was nothing if not endlessly yearning and hopeless in the face of one of the kindest people he’d ever met, so maybe his fate was sealed.
That, and Wolfwood had a habit of smoking in the bed (or sleeping bag, or wherever it was they’d laid down) right after and blowing it out in Vash’s face just to be annoying. And Vash had to reconcile with the fact he’d been craving for him not thirty minutes ago and would do so again. Horrible.
But much really changed. After they got the whole thing…situated (as in, they talked about nothing and would never be changing that). They still argued over who got the crummy shower before the hot water was gone in the motel room. Still wasted half their budget on alcohol when they kept swearing they’d be different. Still got on each other's nerves like a house burning down.
The only difference, as hinted above, was Wolfwood apparently took this as an opportunity to be even more annoying. He was given the information that Vash wanted him so bad it made him look stupid and exploited it to high heaven. His excuse was that Vash pissed him off every damn day, so he finally found a way to do it back. Vash wanted to strangle him. And then maybe sit on him. And then—
“Sir?”
“Ah, sorry,” Vash smiled down at the young lady, “lost my train of thought. Was there something I could help you with?”
“Oh, no, not at all, you’ve done more than enough.” The woman tucked some hair behind her ear. She was a shy thing, so he felt a little bad about missing whatever she said. “Just, um, wanted to thank you again.”
“Oh, of course.” Vash smiled, gaze glancing to the other young women hauling a few chairs through the door.
He’d been just making his way back to the motel, after a long day of dealing with bandits, and had really only stopped to grab a donut while Wolfwood went on ahead. Problem was, on the way back, he’d spotted a group of women hastily taking items out of a nearby complex and having notable issues with it. Apparently one of the girls was moving out as quick as she could before breaking up with a none-to-nice boyfriend. And listen, when a group of such women spot you on the street and decide yes, you look strong and trustworthy enough to help with this endeavor, you just can’t say no.
He didn’t mind, not really, even if he had sighed to himself. Not only because he was a bit tired, but Wolfwood had been a little tease for days now. Teeth too close to his ear, wandering hands, and voice low. He was doing it on purpose and had been particularly egregious just that morning.
And now Vash didn’t even have the motivation to return that energy. Oh well, Wolfwood just liked being a brat anyway.
“Is there anything we can—?”
“No, no,” Vash waved the woman off, already taking his chance to step around her and leave, “I don’t need anything. And really I should be getting back. But don’t be afraid to ask around if you need anymore help!”
“I couldn’t bother you.” The woman hummed, but smiled all the same. “Thank you again, sir.”
Vash nodded once, and stored his way back through the town. Goodness, he was beat.
Luckily the motel really wasn’t all that far. He didn’t let himself emit that weary sigh until he was ascending the stairs to their floor, rubbing the back of his neck as he strode through the hallway.
He checked the handle once and found it unlocked. Well, that was oddly nice of Wolfwood. Must’ve noticed that Vash didn’t have a key. He was almost ready to put away that annoyance that’d been creeping up his spine for the last week.
Vash shouldered the door open, yawning as he scrubbed a hand over his face. “Hey, Wolfwood—“
He promptly choked on his own esophagus, halfway through the door as he stared at what the people on Earth would call the eighth wonder of the world.
Wolfwood, on his back, one arm slung over his face and legs spread wide. His other hand was between those beautiful legs, blurring as he furiously fingered himself like a man on a time limit. Except this had clearly been going on a while, because not only was he drenched, but swollen with how flushed he was. His hips kept twitching up into his hand, grunting and keening in frustrated, tapering-off sounds.
Vash stared. Silently reached behind himself and firmly shut the door without taking his eyes off Wolfwood. And quickly locked it.
Wolfwood jolted and snapped his head up, spooked like a deer in the headlights. The stare off was a rather intense one. Suddenly, Vash wasn’t very tired at all. Suppose all that teasing hadn’t just been for fun.
“Uh,” Wolfwood’s voice was hoarse, turning his body slightly and closing his legs around his hand, “hey.”
“Hey,” Vash echoed. Every plan he might’ve had before now was permanently cancelled. “You’ve been busy.”
“And you’re late.” Wolfwood puffed. God, he was covered in sweat, still struggling a little to catch his breath. The white tank he had on was partially translucent from how soaked it was. Wolfwood turned his head lazily to the side to look for the clock. “You—Jesus.” He balked. “It’s been that long? Fuck.” He groaned, thunking his head back on the pillow.
“Been at this for a while.” Vash hummed, totally level and normal.
“Since you were takin’ yer sweet time,” Wolfwood muttered, rolling his head over the pillow, embarrassment creeping in, “figured I didn’t have the patience. Maybe take a picture.” He grinned, sleazy.
Wolfwood had done this before. Taunted Vash all damn day just to go rub himself off and insist Vash should’ve hurried up. He’d sit there smugly with obvious proof of what he’d just been doing and declare it was finished. So sorry, missed your chance, have fun with the blue balls in the bathroom.
(Not that Vash couldn’t have just fingered himself on the bed, but it was—he still got self-conscious. And Wolfwood would definitely turn it into a game. But Vash had been working on hyping himself up to try anyway, because two could play at that game: you can look, but no touching. He’d just have to be able to hold himself back from letting Wolfwood dive in.)
“Hm,” He took another hungry survey before stepping right past the bed to unzip his jacket. “Well, don’t stop on my account.”
“Spikes?” Wolfwood sounded just a little strangled.
“Don’t lose your momentum.” Vash kept his tone perfectly collected, shucking off his coat and going through the measures to hang it up in the small closet, which he literally never did.
He could feel Wolfwood staring at his back, appalled. Vash was getting some evil little ideas as he sat on the desk chair at the corner and began untying his boots. Wolfwood wanted to be a bit of a brat today, and it was biting him in the ass? He could work with this. He’d been meaning to get back at Wolfwood for a while.
For a minute he thought Wolfwood wouldn’t do anything. For all his posture, Wolfwood could get terribly shy if he wasn’t grasping the reins with both hands. But then—
A shaky exhale, the softest schhhlick of fingers drawing out of a tight hold. Vash nearly ripped off the rest of his shoe and pounced on the bed.
He calmly set his boot aside instead. Though his ears were pricked and primed to hear how soaked Wolfwood was, how his fingers gently pulled out before pushing back in. Vash took his shirt over his head and started to unclasp his belt.
“Spikes,” Wolfwood rasped, and he was doing that voice on purpose. Vash tilted his head just a little. His plan continued to form, “if you’re so uninterested,” He drawled, sounding smug, “y’can’t let me have the room?”
“Why?” Vash hummed, pulling his belt out. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Wouldn’t wanna distract ya,” Wolfwood’s breath hitched a little.
“Hm,” Vash put his belt in the drawer and left his pants on. He looked over his shoulder. “Thought you’d want help.”
Wolfwood was still three-fingers deep. His knees weren’t spread as wide as they were before, but wide enough for Vash to get a decent view. Despite Wolfwood’s words, his eyelids were threatening to flutter, and his cunt was an upsettingly dark shade. He tried to look coy all the same.
Vash had never been hungrier in his life, and he still wasn’t entirely up for touching himself yet. His petals twitched, but had no interest in unfolding. For now.
“I was gettin’ there,” Wolfwood puffed, head turned to the side.
“Were you.” Vash remained seated. “You know we’ve got—“
“I’m aware of what we have.” Wolfwood puffed. His face was ticking up another shade of red. Vash raised his brows. Wolfwood muttered and turned his gaze away. “Wazzn’t doin’ nothin’ fer me.”
“You poor thing.” Vash taunted. He turned his body to the side, looking to the floor on the other side of the bed. Sure enough, he could see a small, discarded array of toys they stashed at the bottom of their travel pack, along with some magazines.
“The porn wazzn’t hittin’ either.” Wolfwood pressed his face into his bent arm.
Vash could picture it. Wolfwood, spread out, trying on their small hoard while he flipped the page of a magazine, growing more and more frustrated. Him giving up and going to the ol’ reliable method, tossing everything aside and just aching to get to the end already.
Vash was trying very hard to not crawl over and sink his teeth into Wolfwood’s thigh.
“So?” Wolfwood broke the silence, canting his hips up as he flattened his palm over his mound. “Y’gonna lend a hand or what?”
“Dunno,” Vash propped his elbow on his knee, chin in his hand, “you’ve been pretty annoying recently.”
“Spikey,” Wolfwood scoffed, clearly not buying a word of it, “c’mon, been waitin’ for ya.”
That almost made him twitch. “No you weren’t.” Vash pouted. “You weren’t going to even let me touch you if you had your way.”
“Maybe I would’ve.” Wolfwood implored.
“Sure,” Vash leaned his elbows back against the desk behind him. “I think you’ve got it.”
“Blondie.” Wolfwood was starting to sound strained now.
“You seemed pretty sure you could do it.”
“C’mon,” Wolfwood groaned, tipping his head back and lifting his hips. “Y’can’t be serious—“
Vash stood and brushed off his pants, already going for the door. Wolfwood scrambled to sit up, fingers leaving him.
“Vash.”
“Yeah?” He blinked over his shoulder.
Wolfwood sent him the meanest of glares. The problem was, with his blush so bright, hair hanging in his eyes and cunt dripping onto the bed, he just looked so cute. Vash had to bite the inside of his cheek.
Wolfwood huffed, holding out a hand and making a gesture with his fingers, grumbling, “C’mere.”
Vash decided to be nice. He listened, stepping into Wolfwood’s outstretched hand as it wrapped around the backs of his thighs to hold him there.
“Yes?” Vash purred, settling his arms on Wolfwood’s shoulders and folding his hands behind his head.
“Just want to point out,” Wolfwood glowered up at him, “that you made me wait.”
“I waited to see you, too.” Vash said simply, head tilted. “Didn’t know you had something for me. You like to tease. Is this really fair?”
“Well, now m’not teasin’.” Wolfwood leaned back, letting go when Vash refused to follow him down. He dropped his hands over his head on the bed, legs parted. “So?”
“Mm,” Vash looked down his nose, face impassive. “Say ‘please’.”
“Are you fucking—“ Wolfwood stared, scoffing. “This? We’re doin’ this now?”
“I can go.” Vash offered impassively, casually drumming his fingers over Wolfwood’s calf.
Wolfwood glowered. Flickered his gaze over Vash for some crack. Vash only gave in once to glance between Wolfwood’s legs, where his cock was still sticking up between his folds. The whole situation looked pretty uncomfortable.
Wolfwood sighed, heavy, scrubbing a hand over his face before dropping it, glaring up at the ceiling.
“Please.” He ground out.
Vash debated being mean. He decided to press his knees into the mattress and crawl up, hovering over. Wolfwood was already leaning up for a kiss that Vash granted, melting just a little at the distant taste of cigarettes on the back of his tongue. He was nipping at Vash’s lips already, impatient. He was pent up.
Vash sat up, pushing at Wolfwood to scoot up the bed. He huffed, doing as such, but pulled Vash along by the waistband of his pants.
“Hurry up,” Wolfwood muttered, going for the button.
Vash took his wrist. Wolfwood started to puff in indignation before that arm was wrenched above his head and pinned down to the mattress, leaving him staring up in bewilderment. Then shifted into a grumble, as if his pupils hadn’t gotten a bit bigger.
“Spikes, c’mon,” He complained, “m’dyin’ over here, can you be a pest some other—”
He choked off into a strangled sound when he caught sight of something creeping over Vash’s shoulder. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as Vash watched, a faint glow to his eyes while the vine creeped down his arm and wound around Wolfwood’s wrist.
Wolfwood had seen those vines before, emerging from Vash’s spine, between his shoulderblades. Vash hadn’t meant to show them at first, but Wolfwood hadn’t pulled away then and never had since. They hadn’t gotten any real use out of them much, but Vash remembered how Wolfwood had watched with interest when one of them coiled over his arm and between his fingers. Mostly Vash remembered how Wolfwood had stroked over the tip and smirked when Vash had shivered. The vines had some level of sensation to them, though Vash couldn’t get off on them alone.
“Oh,” Wolfwood breathed, and that was something Vash liked to hear.
Vash sat back on his knees, over Wolfwood’s calves, three more vines slipping free, like he was shedding a skin. Wolfwood was transfixed for a minute, watching the vines creep over his body. By the time he suddenly tried to jolt away, one of the vines had already tied down his second arm.
“Hold still,” Vash murmured, vines pulling Wolfwood’s arms up and over his head, the other two creeping over his ribs and coiling down to his thighs, “you wanted me to help you, right?”
“How is this helping, exactly?” Wolfwood huffed, straining his arms before they were forced straight back down. “And you ain’t doin’ shit either, sittin’ up there—”
He bit on a yelp when the first vine brushed the seam where his thigh met his center. Vash smiled, watching Wolfwood’s wild eyes dart as the second vine did the same.
“Okay,” Wolfwood’s voice went high, “didn’t—okay.”
“You don’t like it?” Vash pulled the vines back a little.
“Didn’t say that.” Wolfwood wiggled. “I mean, hey, fingers weren’t cuttin’ it, so…” He shifted his hips up a tad, legs bumping into Vash. “Try everythin’ once, right?”
Vash didn’t miss the tiny edge in his voice. He sat up on his knees, shuffling back a bit. Wolfwood started to chase him before the vines held him down again.
“Let’s see…” He let the vines coil once around Wolfwood’s thighs, gently keeping them apart as he dipped his hand down.
Wolfwood tried to lift all the same at Vash’s fingers brushing his folds. He grunted and muttered his complaints, held in place as Vash dipped two fingers inside. His own were slimmer than Wolfwood’s, so it was more than an easy glide.
Vash clicked his tongue sympathetically. It was hot in there, swollen and abused. He curled his fingers up and felt Wolfwood clench around him, impatiently squirming.
“Any idea why it wasn’t working?” Vash asked, gently exploring.
“I don’t know—“ Wolfwood grunted, face scrunched up as he fought a little harder. “Maybe if you hurried up—“
“Was it because I was late?” Vash sank in his third finger just as easily. Wolfwood gasped quietly, and Vash leaned down. His vines wove around Wolfwood’s palms, something to squeeze as the second pair curled around his knees. “Couldn’t pretend I was here?”
He kissed Wolfwood’s stomach. Wolfwood was starting to breathe heavier, antsy. Vash felt those muscles flex under his tendrils and was going a bit crazy with it.
“Fuck—I don’t know, maybe, Vash.” Wolfwood groaned when the kisses trailed lower. “Don’t tease, m’hard enough—“
“You’ve been teasing me,” Vash breathed over his clit, chubby and erect. “I think this is only fair.”
“You wouldn’t kick a man while he’s down.” Wolfwood turned his head, muttering into the meat of his arm.
Not normally, no. But Vash was watching his vines tighten ever so slightly, and how Wolfwood’s cock flexed in response, and he’d never wanted something more in his life. He’d really opened Pandora’s box on this one.
Slowly, Vash drew his tongue over Wolfwood’s clit. He groaned, head falling back. Vash hummed, closing his lips around and sucking gently as he began to thrust his fingers. He didn’t need to be that slow, Wolfwood got himself nice and worked up already.
“Vash,” Wolfwood panted, stomach twitching when vines slithered over them. Vash didn’t think he’d even noticed it was an entirely new pair, the count now up to six. “Just—get it over with, I’m not—“
Vash gently scraped his teeth. It was soft, he was incredibly careful thanks to his teeth being naturally sharper. Wolfwood gasped and tried to buck all the same, so it was a good thing the vines had intertwined down to his ankles.
“In a minute,” Vash purred against him, then lifted off, “be patient.”
“I’ve been patient!”
Vash pulled out his fingers, none too slowly. Wolfwood hissed, then tried to shove back into the bed when Vash put his hands on either side of his head, leaning over him.
“Sorry,” Vash said, calmly. “Is this a bother?”
Wolfwood panted, glowering fiercely. Vash would’ve broken character and flushed right there if it weren’t for how dark Wolfwood’s gaze was. Maybe Wolfwood was just too horny to care how he looked. Maybe he figured he was never going to get off by himself. Maybe they were both about to learn some things tonight.
“Can’t you give me something?” Wolfwood mumbled, gaze turning away.
“Sure,” Vash held his position dutifully, right as one of the vines over Wolfwood’s stomach dipped down and teased the tip between his folds.
Wolfwood tensed and tried to wiggle off on instinct. There was nowhere to go, breaths stuttering. A vine constricted around his ribs, feeling each and every intake. Vash watched Wolfwood’s face as the tip dipped inside, about the same width as his finger at the tip but getting wider further up. It stopped just before the ring of muscle, barely inside.
“Oh Jesus,” Wolfwood breathed, hands gripping tight around his restraints.
“How’s that?” Vash tilted his head.
“You goddamn—“ Wolfwood gritted his teeth. “Puhlease stick somethin’ in me before I strangle you oooonnnn fuck,” He broke off into a moan when the tendril slipped right inside.
Oh, the way his eyelids fluttered. Vash could study it all day, keeping half a mind on the vine inside him and being so very careful. The sensation alone was making him twitch, feeling how Wolfwood clenched as he sank in. The widest part of the vines were roughly as big as two of Wolfwood’s fingers had been, so it wasn’t a hard fit at all.
Luckily they were smooth, Vash’s biggest concern had been about going in dry, but the tips of them had started leaking. He was fortunate Wolfwood didn’t know much about Plant biology, otherwise he’d definitely tease him about being so worked up he was spitting sap already.
Vash may be an Independent, but they were built for a multi-level hivemind. When he got to speak with his Sisters, he never felt more at home. So it was good to stretch his mind, so to speak, keeping track of each vine and what they were doing as an extension of himself. He extended one of the vines on Wolfwood’s leg to attach to the end of the bedpost and keep him partially spread, using the others to hold his wrists together above his head, more to pet over his stomach, tease close to his cock with another, all the while he gingerly moved deeper inside him.
Wolfwood was squirming, fighting to reach that finish line he’d been denied under all the attention. Vash sat on his knees. He wasn’t going to get anywhere like that.
“Wolfwood,” Vash murmured, the tip of a vine coiling around the base of his chubby clit. Testosterone had been very kind to him in this regard (in most regards), so there was something to work with as Wolfwood gasped. “What’re you mad for?”
“Hah?” Wolfwood twitched, then writhed when Vash replaced the vine over his clit with his hand. He palmed him, then took two fingers and stroked languidly. “‘Cause yer takin’ yer sweet-ass time—“
“I didn’t know.” Vash cut him off, squeezing just a little and making Wolfwood jolt. The vine inside him was wiggling as it explored, searching for the end point so Vash could properly map out what he had to work with. “You didn’t tell me you were waiting.” He leaned down, vines curling as he mouthed over a pec. He could feel Wolfwood’s pulse thrumming through his tendrils. “I don’t think you were really waiting.”
“Vash,” Wolfwood croaked.
“You just wanted to be mean.” Vash pouted, drawing his tongue over a darkened nipple and groaning when Wolfwood tightened around him. “If you want something,” Here he stilled his vines completely, “you have to use your words. I would’ve hurried if I knew.”
“Vash.” Wolfwood warned, “Jesus Christ, have a little mercy—“
Vash bit his pec, teeth closing just around the outside of his nipple. Wolfwood yelped, startling. His legs tried the hardest to kick up, but they were held firm.
“Ask nicely,” Vash murmured, licking over the mark he left behind.
“Fuck me,” Wolfwood groaned, which sounded like it meant to be a complaint at first before transitioning into a strangled plea.
“Hm?” Vash sucked, just a little. A high sound fought to escape Wolfwood’s throat, but never made it.
“Christ yer a monster,” Wolfwood whispered, then tipped his head back, “jus’ keep doin’ what yer doin’ with the–the freaky tentacle shit.”
Vash grumbled and started to pull the vine out as he stilled his hand. Wolfwood scrambled, snapping his head up.
“The cool Plant thing!” He blurted out his correction. “Th-the, I’m into it, I mean, I just—“
Vash couldn’t help snorting. But the vine moved all the same, lifting up at Wolfwood’s entrance and settling a thicker part of it to rub against the underside of his cock while it moved deeper. He broke off into a moan.
Vash felt it when he brushed his cervix. There was a tangible difference, and Wolfwood tensed with a painful hiss. Vash pulled back immediately, soothing him over by languidly thrusting at a safer angle.
“How’s that?” Vash murmured, mouthing over his other pec, as if he couldn’t feel Wolfwood’s breath over his hair.
“G-good,” Wolfwood choked, “I’m—blondie I’ve been—“
“Trouble,” Vash finished for him, and at once the tendril inside him pulled back just a little and curled back. The end folded in, twining against itself as it made itself blunt, making the ‘tip’ the same width as the body, then pushed in again.
Wolfwood keened softly, pulsing hotly around him. He buried his face in the meat of his arm, and for now Vash let it slide. Though he did roll off and sit up.
“Spikes?” Wolfwood mumbled, hazy eyes following before arching when a vine replaced where Vash’s fingers had been, stroking over his cock.
Vash let his vines extend as much as they needed to keep their spot. A couple more emerged from his back, petting over Wolfwood’s skin in exploratory touches. He stood at an untouchable distance as he finally peeled his pants and boxers off, sticky. Wolfwood didn’t seem to notice at first, flinching at every soft touch and still chasing more friction against the vine wiggling inside him.
Vash got a better view of his cunt from the new distance. He was dripping, still so red it made his own petals flutter empathetically. He pushed a vine deep in that time, watching and feeling Wolfwood groan and constrict around it. Some vines crawled over his chest and wrapped around his pecs, framing them as another crept around his neck.
“What do you want?” Vash asked softly, crawling back onto the bed next to him.
“Fuck, anything, more.” Wolfwood arched his back up.
Vash pulled his vine free from inside, the other leaving his cock. Wolfwood immediately moved to lunge and snarl, cut off just as quick by the rest of the vines lifting him up.
“The hell?” Wolfwood hissed, baring his teeth when the vine coiled around his throat moved and forced his head back.
Steadily, the vines had moved him onto his knees, forcibly held upright with his arms bound and crossed behind his back. His legs were spread wide, but he was still holding most of his own weight. Vash propped his cheek on his hand, watching with half-lidded eyes as he was manhandled around.
“Vash,” Wolfwood started, and Vash could feel it, the ticked spike in his heart rate. He looked down and watched a glob of slick drip off and onto the sheets. “H-hey, what uh,”
The vine still soaked with Wolfwood returned, folded in and blunt like before. It pushed in easily, and Wolfwood dropped his head back on a quiet whine.
A thinner vine wove back around his cock, stroking to the tip. Wolfwood tried to knock his knees back together, shaking in their tight hold. His breathing was kicking up, hands flexing as he fought. First his face would scrunch and he’d bare his teeth like he had something to snap, then it’d fall away to try and hide a whimper when he was entered juuust right. Vash wanted to tear him apart.
A second vine creeped up Wolfwood’s leg. He didn’t notice at first, probably too used to vines roaming wherever they pleased. As soon as the vine folded itself over to a blunt end and rested over his folds, Wolfwood’s eyes popped wide.
“Oh shit,” He whispered, and Vash felt how the muscles in his legs spasmed and weakened. He’d have dropped right onto the vine if he wasn’t being held up. Vash was tempted just to see it. “Vash, baby,” He began, voice wavering, “what-what’s the—?”
“You told me ‘more.’” The vine pushed past soaked folds, but didn’t properly enter alongside its companion. Wolfwood tightened everywhere, like he could seal himself shut.
“Maybe,” Wolfwood’s eyes were wild, but he was shuddering with every stroke to his cock, twitching high with interest, “maybe just—Christ—I was…i-is this really—?”
Slowly, the tip eased inside. Wolfwood bit his lip hard enough it bled, whining low as he bowed forward. Vash allowed this, letting him bend over before redirecting the vines' strength to keep him from falling. It gave him a nice view to look up at, Wolfwood’s furrowed brow and face scrunched in unsure pleasure. The trickle of blood dripped off his lip, and Vash wanted to lick it off.
“Ohhhh God,” Wolfwood panted, squeezing tight around the slender vines, forcing Vash to move in slowly. Wolfwood whined, thighs trembling and chest heaving as he was steadily filled by two vines at once. Together they created quite a stretch, but he was more than loose enough for it. “Jesus—fuckin’—baby, Vash!”
He clenched particularly hard that time, sucking the second vine right up next to the other. Vash shivered at the feel, Wolfwood’s walls rippling like he was trying to coax him further in, inch by inch, when Vash was already in as far as he could go. And if that wasn’t driving him wild.
“Straighten up for me?” Vash murmured, hand cradling his jaw.
Wolfwood shook his head, eyes screwed shut and every limb still fighting to close against the restraints. “Fuck, angel, I can’t, I can’t—”
“Straighten up.” Vash spoke in a dreamy haze, watching Wolfwood’s eyes crack open as he panted open-mouthed, pupils blitzed wide. Oh, what a poor, strung-out little thing. “Or I can do it for you…”
He was admittedly mean here, writhing his vines around, one still flicking over his clit. A punched-out sound escaped Wolfwood, particularly when Vash started to slowly find his rhythm with the vines. When one slid a little ways out, the other pushed in, and vice versa.
Wolfwood sucked in a sharp breath, still pulling hard. Slowly, he started to straighten back up, weight so heavy that Vash was sure his knees would slide out if left to hold themselves. He still had half a mind to let him, to pull his vines out to the tips and let Wolfwood collapse back onto them.
But Wolfwood was doing so well, finally settling back into his earlier position, sitting partially on his knees and whimpering high. Vash was entranced by his expression, make no mistake, but oh, what a sight it was to see his pussy stretched wide around his vines. To see how soaked they were with each pull out before they were thrust back in, how he could see each time Wolfwood tightened and how his cock twitched.
Vash needed to be there immediately. He sat up and leaned in, one palm smoothing over a brief bare patch on Wolfwood’s thigh while the other hauled him in by a vine wrapped around the other. Wolfwood yelped, a strangled sound, then cut off to a low groan when Vash latched himself onto his clit.
“Fuck yes,” Wolfwood whispered out, hoarse, canting into Vash’s mouth before the vines held him back. “Right there baby, thank God,”
Vash scraped his teeth around the edge of Wolfwood’s clit as he suckled. Excuse you, God had nothing to do with this. Wolfwood hissed, but he leaned into it all the same. He was wound tight, a coiled spring held back on a hair trigger as the tendrils continued to thrust out of him. Fresh beads of sweat were rolling over his skin as he bowed forward again.
“M’right there,” Wolfwood gasped, belly over Vash’s head and face mushed into his spine, “m’there, angel, I’m—” He whined, and this time both vines pressed in and held their positions for just a moment while Wolfwood tightened around, feeling damn near every groove.
Vash hummed, swirling his tongue around his clit before flattening it and dragging up. He was a little annoyed, he’d like Wolfwood to still be sitting up, but he had been waiting a long time…and he really did sound so desperate for it…
Wolfwood’s breath was coming out in short, quick sounds that had Vash sucking hard. He keened, allowed only enough give to weakly rut against Vash’s face as he steadily crested up, up, up—
“”Bout damn time,” Wolfwood gruffed, an unruly huff against Vash’s bare back, and he fell.
Vash promptly pulled right off, and the vines inside his cunt retreated back into the open air.
Wolfwood had maybe a solid second or two of blissful release before he went fully untouched, falling forward with Vash rolling out of the way and vines loosening. He reacted immediately as he dropped to the bed, voice ringing out in the tiny room as he clenched on nothing, cock kicking in the cold air.
“Fuck!” He barked out, and Vash immediately pricked an ear at how it devolved into pure need after just the first letter. “N-no no, fuck, no, baby,” Wolfwood frantically rutted forward in the air, but the vines held him just enough that he couldn’t get any stimulation as he came. “Vash, please touch I can’t—Vash!” He keened, face smushed in the sheets as he was finally, technically given that what he wanted, with none of the satisfaction and all of the tension.
“You weren’t being very nice,” Vash hummed, sitting at the edge of the bed and watching.
“You fu—” Wolfwood turned his face just a little and—oh God, he was crying, eyes wet and rolling as his legs completely gave out in defeat, forcing the vines to take all of the weight. “M’sorry, m’sorry, please, I’m sorry,” He sniffled, gasping for breath as he shook and fell apart. He had been driving himself insane. “M’sorry, angel m’sorry I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry, God m’so sorry please—!”
“Shh,” Vash slid up at Wolfwood’s side after he finally picked his jaw off the floor, smoothing his hand over his back and side, leaning down by his head and cradling it close, “shhhh, it’s okay, it’s okay,”
“M’sorry,” Wolfwood kept gasping, quieter with eyes hazy, but he was sagging into the touches all the same, “I’m sorry, sorry, m’really sorry,”
“I know, I know.” Vash soothed, thought for a moment, then laid his cheek over Wolfwood’s hair and continued to pet his side. “You’re okay. You just know you’re supposed to behave,” He hooked his fingers into the vines, testing it out even as he said it, “right?”
Wolfwood still took another minute or so to calm down. Vash was teetering on the edge of genuine concern, but he’d taken a glance and found Wolfwood’s clit still hard. So he was hesitantly cautious in what he insinuated, vines still inches away from releasing entirely.
Finally, after a shaky breath (and burying his face for a moment to wipe at the tears), Wolfwood bit at his bloodied lip and nodded, eyes screwed shut.
“There you go,” Vash’s smile grew so very wide. “That’s why we listen the first time, isn’t it? Why we mind our manners?”
“Mhm,” Wolfwood choked out, delirious. “M’sorry, please, please m’really, it hurts—”
“I know,” Vash slowly eased back, looking at the position Wolfwood had wound up in. Ass in the air, face down on the bed, hands still bound behind himself. “Be good for me.”
Wolfwood got just a little bit of strength to hitch his hips up further. Vash needed to close his eyes and look away for a brief second lest he completely destroy himself and his best friend on the very spot.
He settled himself behind Wolfwood, hands finding his folds and thumbing them apart. Wolfwood shivered, clenching on open air. Vash could see it, because his hole was stretched. Somehow even more swollen than before, dripping from his unsatisfying release and quivering.
Vash cooed gently, leaning in and licking a stripe up through the center. Wolfwood twitched and muffled something half-broken into the sheets. Vash purred, nosing over his thigh before leaning back, though he kept Wolfwood spread open.
“What do you want?” He murmured gently.
Another muffled sound into the fabrics.
“Speak up, Nico.” Vash made his vines pull with just a little pinch.
“Fu—“ Wolfwood hitched, gasping as he squirmed. “F-fuck me, please.”
“Was that so hard?” Vines coiled off from his back, enough to make him a little dizzy with how much power he was extending, but it was worth it.
He was somewhat surprised Wolfwood still wanted something inside him, but who was he to deny? So he cooed and kept his two fingers spreading his pussy and nosed over his back. A new influx of tendrils began weaving together, intertwining and filling gaps, the smoothest ridges overlapping each other.
Wolfwood sniffled and tried to shift his arms. Vash released them, because he knew perfectly well what would happen: his arms falling to his sides, clutching at the sheets to try and tether himself.
Vash waited until Wolfwood was partway through taking in a breath before he pushed what his vines had made just under his cunt. He delighted in the way Wolfwood’s breathing stuttered and came out in a needy whine.
Multiple vines had woven together into a thick appendage, stiffer and more cock-like. Combined it was wider than the tendrils Wolfwood had taken earlier, but writhing slightly all the same in anticipation. It gave away Vash’s excitement, but Wolfwood didn’t seem coherent enough to notice. He twitched away from it on instinct before groaning and slumping back. The tendrils around his thighs held firm, spreading and keeping his rear upright.
“Take deep breaths,” Vash instructed, on the verge of passing out himself as he flattened his hand between Wolfwood’s shoulder blades, the head of his ‘cock’ resting just over his entrance.
Wolfwood tried, to his credit. But it was quick and whiny, burying his face in his arm and muffling his pleas, it hurts, please help him—
The head pushed in. Wolfwood sounded like he was being carved open on an operating table, high-pitched and warbling as Vash eased inside. It was incredibly alarming, considering, but Wolfwood was arching into him all the same. He could feel the slightest resistance against the ring of muscle, weak with how stretched and fucked-out he was.
“Easy,” Vash soothed, bringing his other hand down to cup over Wolfwood’s mound, barely grazing his clit. Half because he was worried Wolfwood was going to overwhelm himself.
Wolfwood whimpered, and the head popped inside. The sound he let out at that was enough to make Vash bow over him, smoothing his lips over sweat-slicked skin and barely resisting the urge to bite.
Wolfwood heaved for breath, clawing and attempting to writhe fruitlessly. Vash murmured against his back, easing his vines further in. He could feel the warmth, the squeeze, and stopped as deep as he could go without hurting him.
“Exhale,” Vash coached, bringing the hand on Wolfwood’s clit to just over his lower stomach.
Wolfwood exhaled, shuddering a weak sob with it. Vash pushed down right then, and like that they could both properly feel the bulge.
“Oh fuck,” Wolfwood choked, fisting the sheets and hiding his face as he trembled. “Oh God, angel please I’m—“
“I bet,” Vash kneaded down, feeling flesh jump, “you could cum just like this, squeezing around me.”
Wolfwood shivered, and on cue he did tighten, fluttering around him like a vice. Vash braced his hand by his head, plastering himself against Wolfwood’s back as his vines throbbed. Finally, the vines slowly drew out, then slooowly fucked back in.
Wolfwood whined, complaining. Vash tangled a hand in his hair and held him down by that, then yanked so his mouth was free. Wolfwood was learning, because Vash didn’t have to ask him to voice what he needed.
“Faster?” Wolfwood shuddered.
“What a good boy,” Vash purred, nuzzling into his neck, “asking for what you want. Thank you, Nico.”
Wolfwood’s bleary, wet eyes blinked up at him, pupils blown huge. Vash sank his teeth into his shoulder right as his tangle of vines pounded back in. Wolfwood wailed.
Vash licked over the faint welling blood as Wolfwood writhed, breaking down into tears again as he was mercilessly driven into the bed, vines coiling around the base of his cock. Vash already knew how close he was again by how he throbbed.
Two vines left Wolfwood, the rest doing the work in holding and petting him, weaving over each other. They crept up to Vash’s own petals, an absent-minded movement just to stimulate him as they eased over his clit and inside him. They moved slower than the ones inside Wolfwood, which were practically bruising him as he sobbed loud enough he was sure the guests a floor down could hear him.
It was vulgar, how he could hear the squelch of his vines entering Wolfwood, how he could feel the clench and flutter when he pulled out just an inch. Wolfwood’s face was blotchy and red, soaked with tears and blubbering his pleas. Vash couldn’t even tell where his own blood was rushing anymore, he just felt like he was going to go insane and pass out from the obscenity alone.
Wolfwood suddenly stiffened, breaking off into a loud moan. He wasn’t over the edge yet, but he was close. Through the vines Vash could feel how his heartrate skyrocketed so fast he wondered if Wolfwood was on the brink of passing out, coiled tension and terror at having what he needed so close within reach for a second time. Vash tightened around his own vines, gliding a hand down to rest over the back of Wolfwood’s neck and feel the thrum of his pulse.
“Do you want to cum?” He murmured, a stark quietness to Wolfwood’s crying.
“Uh huh,” Wolfwood croaked, each sound punched out with every thrust, “yes, yes, fuck, I wanna—” He whined, vines framing his waist, “I wanna cum, please, Vash please I wanna cum m’sorry I’ll be—!”
“You’ve been good,” The tendrils tilted Wolfwood’s hips up just a little higher, driving in with enough force to send the mattress squeaking. Wolfwood squealed, breaking off into nonsense blabbering as Vash’s fingers came to his cock and started pumping. “Go ahead, Nico.”
Wolfwood’s head was held back by Vash’s hand on his neck, keeping him from muffling into the bed. So he was sure the whole motel heard how Wolfwood seized and wailed, cunt contracting and back arching as he finally got the release he’d been aching for. He was more divine than any symphony.
Vash didn’t change any pace. Not the cock of tendrils pounding into him or his fingers diligently stroking him through, slick gushing beneath Wolfwood’s shaking legs. He wrung Wolfwood for all his worth, until his sobs turned into pained, overstimulated whimpers, trembling as he tried to pull away.
And Vash almost gave him that reprieve. Except he could hear Wolfwood mumbling through his whines, so he leaned forward a little, deciding to have the mercy not to demand he speak up.
“Th’nk you,” Wolfwood mumbled, delirious with blown-out pupils, “‘hank you, tha–thank you—”
Jesus Christ.
Vash groaned, shoving his face between Wolfwood’s shoulders, petals contracting as he crested into his own orgasm. He hadn’t even been paying enough attention to himself to realize how close he was through the haze in his own brain. The tendrils inside Wolfwood stuttered and stilled, spurts of sap trickling from the tips and dripping into him. Vash could feel it leaking out of his own cunt, all of his vines shuddering before steadily loosening as he wrapped his arms around Wolfwood’s waist.
They both promptly collapsed onto the bed. Wolfwood jolted and whined, Vash too busy weakly rutting against his ass and the tendrils teasing him through it to respond. The come-down was slow and languid, personhood returning steadily to his mind.
They laid there for what felt like a long, long time, sweat cooling and breaths struggling to return to normal. Vash suddenly felt deeply dehydrated. It was still a while before he had the strength to act on it.
Slowly, he pulled his vine-cock free of Wolfwood. He got a soft noise for it, humming as everything steadily unwound. His tendrils crept back to his spine, retreating in their sluggish exhaustion and letting Vash try and regain some semblance of strength. Even then, he needed another few minutes before he could release Wolfwood and push up onto his hands.
What a sight to behold, Wolfwood’s muscled back heaving with breaths he fought to catch, hair tangled worse than a thomas nest, tremors still wracking through his body. Vash managed to get himself to his knees, taking a peek downwards. He felt a wince of sympathy, he could only imagine the angry burn and sores Wolfwood’s pussy was going to feel in the morning, gaping wide and twitching still. The wet spot underneath made his nostrils flare, though.
Wolfwood was drooling onto the pillow, eyes halfway rolled as he came back to the mortal plane. Vash was starting to feel a swell of deep and inescapable pride in himself, rumbling a purr as he nuzzled down over Wolfwood’s hair.
“Good boy, Nico.” Vash purred.
Wolfwood groaned, turning and hiding his face in the bed as his ears turned red. Absolutely adorable. Vash let himself enjoy it with a terribly bright grin before he heard muffled words into the sheets.
“What’d we say about speaking up?” Vash cooed.
“I said,” Wolfwood turned his head only enough that part of his mouth was free, “never do that shit ever again.”
“No?” Vash would’ve been more concerned if he hadn’t just watched Wolfwood cry like a bitch in heat. “Thought you were enjoying it.”
Wolfwood growled, back tensed in warning. Aw, he was embarrassed. Vash propped an elbow on Wolfwood’s back, uncomfortable as he knew it was for him, holding his chin in his hand.
“Maybe I should be meaner next time.” He hummed, faux-thoughtful. “Since the lesson isn’t seeming to stick.”
Wolfwood’s growling cut off for a stiffened frame. He tilted his head back just enough to send a wild, terrified eye behind himself. As though he weren’t still flushed, searching for an ounce of Vash surely jesting. Of which he was not.
Wolfwood pointedly turned and folded his arm by his head, hiding his face back into it and the mattress. An acquiesce, in a sense. Vash purred, petting over the red marks his tendrils left over his ribs before sitting up.
“It was cute, you know—”
“M’not talkin’ ‘bout this,” Wolfwood gruffed, voice muffled.
“Mhm,” Vash slid up to his feet, thighs sticky. Alright, he’d just save all that information away for a later date.
“Yer an asshole.” Wolfwood complained anyway like he knew (he definitely did), peeking an eye up to glower. It would’ve been more threatening if his pupils weren’t still huge and eyelids heavy.
“Of course,” Vash simply agreed, reaching over to run a sticky hand through his hair. “Go to sleep, Wolfwood. I’ve got it.”
“Mmph,” Wolfwood protested weakly, but his eyes shut all the same. He’d been teetering on that edge of wakefulness since his heartrate had fallen, and he’d been good.
That, and Vash admitted a small act of selfishness, wanting just to pet him a little longer when he was at peace. Wolfwood never looked prettier than when he was satisfied and drifting, no need to feel he had to snap and posture. That, and knowing Vash himself was responsible for it.
He still fought the urge to give Wolfwood half an half or so before waking him up with his tongue inside him. He shook it off to stand and wobble his way over to the bathroom and get a rag. Perhaps they had created a monster, the inescapable desire to hear Wolfwood beg and apologize with such adorable tears in his eyes.
Hm. Vash wasn’t sure he liked being so into Wolfwood being upset, even if it didn’t really technically count. He’d probably have a crisis about that later.
But he was quite actually too tired for that right now. So instead he turned on the faucet and got a hand towel to wet and take care of Wolfwood with, hazy and satisfied and very, very pleased with himself.
He was going to turn into such a menace.