Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Icing Sugar ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: Trigun and related characters belong to Nightow Yasuhiro. I am merely playing with Vash and Nick in a manner which I was not allowed to inflict upon my dolls in childhood. Trust me, I make no profit off this.

Rating: PG

Notes: Shounen-ai, Wolfwood/Vash. This ficlet was originally written for the GASP fanfic exchange, and is all Andraste's fault.

It was round and brown and had just the right crackle of crispness, flecked with the remains of powder-white sugar. Most of it had fallen off in the chase, Meryl practically frothing at the mouth as she tried to grab the flapping ends of his trenchcoat.

Ah, donut. His long fingers cradled their precious burden lovingly. No one, not even irate insurance girls, could part a Humanoid Typhoon from his cake.

Vash sniffed the fried confection happily, almost gleeful in his anticipation: the slight resistance of the dough before the inevitable give, its softness on his tongue. His mouth tingled, already tasting the sweet-tartness of its jam core and, afterwards, the melt of icing sugar licked off his upper lip.

Vash sighed--

--and yelped moments later as a tanned hand grabbed the donut from his grasp.

"Mmm-mmm. Looks delicious, tongari." Half of the donut disappeared into a maw that closed with a grin. "Thanks for the treat," Wolfwood said cheerily, his words muffled.

"Wolfwooooooood!" Vash's arms wrapped around Wolfwood's, his body practically plastered on the other man, a piece of red cling wrap with a pout and bright blue eyes. "That's mine! Give it back!"

The other man appeared to consider this, holding the last half of the donut out of reach.

"Nah."

"What kind of priest are you?" Vash wailed, still dancing around Wolfwood, flailing his arms wildly.

Wolfwood smirked, with teeth.

There was a rush of air and Vash, who'd just opened his mouth to yell, found himself staring into the dark blue pools of the other man's eyes. A distant part of his mind noted that Wolfwood took full advantage of his conveniently parted lips -- expected this, even, and his body hungered for it before his mind kindly reminded him just how delicious Wolfwood's kisses were. He tasted jam and whisky in the kiss, and the tobacco from Wolfwood's ever-present cigarettes.

They parted, reluctantly. Something in Wolfwood's face flickered, his black lashes veiling his eyes for a second before they opened again, gleaming with a very familiar desire. Vash licked his lips, tasting icing sugar and Wolfwood. He wanted to say something -- anything, really -- to break the awkward moment he didn't dare think about too closely, but his lover beat him to it.

"Here."

"Wha--!"

Wolfwood stuffed the last of the donut into his mouth.

-owari-

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