Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Guided Steps ❯ Patience is a Virtue ( Chapter 5 )

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.

 

I just realized that Wolfwood and Vash are remarkably similar to Vecchio and Fraser from Due South in the aggravation factor of their relationship… Methinks I watched too much television in the 90s.

 

Let's jump right into the smut, 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 Wolfwood's 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 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. ^_^