Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Nightmares ❯ Nightmares ( One-Shot )
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By: AnimeLore 
When Vash has nightmares, how can Wolfwood comfort him?
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.26.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
When Vash has nightmares, how can Wolfwood comfort him?
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.26.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
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The room was dark and hot as always when Vash began to thrash in his sleep. The priest across the room winced. Though he was used to the others almost constant nightmares, it never made it any easier to bare witness to. He regarded the outlaw with sympathetic eyes, his soul screaming at him to do something other than just watch.
That was when Vash's fitful sleep landed him on his side, facing the bed of one, Nicholas D. Wolfwood. The blonde hair, usually so carefully propped up on his head, had fallen, creating a halo of gold. That was the first thing Wolfwood noticed. His position was the next obvious thing. Curled up in a fetal position, his chin pulled to his chest. His arms had curled themselves around his own body in a protective cocoon.
Wolfwood hesitated. He knew what the Vash's face looked like, even through the darkness. He was afraid, though, to glance up to it, knowing that all resolve he had to not go over and climb into bed with the other man would crumble once he was the pain etched on those features.
The soft whimper was what brought Wolfwood's attention to Vash's face. The blonde looked so scared, so haunted. His eyes were squeezed shut, his brows knitted together. His lips were pressed together, making them white. It was none of these features, though, that caused the dark-haired man to sit up in bed, put his bare feet on the rough wood floor, and pad over to his companions bedside.
It was the tears that trickled down the blonde's face that wrenched his heart as he knelt down next to the bed, and wiped them gently from his cheeks.
Wolfwood felt for this man oh-so-much more than he let on. He wanted Vash to be happy, or, if he couldn't get that emotion at this point in time, to at least stop crying. Vash seemed slightly comforted by the fingers slowly stroking his cheek, for his whimpers decreased and he pressed his face against the hand that lingered there.
Encouraged by this reaction, Wolfwood bent, pressed his lips to the top of the blonde's head, and laid his own head on the pillow above Vash. Still, he remained kneeling on the floor, his palm pressed to the outlaw's smooth face. The other took this time to roll to the opposite side, this unconsciously making space on the bed.
At the sudden movement, the priest has quickly removed his hand from Vash's cheek and his head from the pillow, and held himself stock-still. He did not want Vash to see him there. If the sleeping mad was going to find out about his feelings, it was not going to be like this.
Once he was sure that Vash had not awoken, he stood quietly and made sure he was not showing any outward signs of nightmares. Then, he turned and began walking back to his own cold, hard bed. He paused, however, when a groan reached his ears. He pressed his eyes shut, and turned back to his companion's bed, only to open his eyes again and close the distance between himself and the bed. Noting the amount of space Vash had left between himself and the edge of the mattress, he slid between the covers and placed a tentative hand on the other man's bicep. Vash leaned backward in his sleep until his bad, covered only in a t-shirt, was flat against Wolfwood's bare chest.
Taking it as a sign, Wolfwood removed his hand from Vash's arm and slid his hand down the sleeping outlaw's chest, holding him protectively, his thumb lazily stroking his clothed chest. Wolfwood propped his head up on his other hand, elbow rested on the pillow, so he could watch Vash's face. He was saddened to see fresh tears fall from his eyes and leaned forward to kiss him just below his ear.
Again, the outlaw seemed to take comfort in this action, turning his head slightly to reveal more of his beautiful features. Wolfwood reveled in this, knowing that although his dreams might be of someone else (and as far as he was concerned, they most certainly were), it was his actions that brought comfort to the man before him.
He smiled.
His smile dissipated, though, when his partner's face scrunched up again and he let out a small cry, and Wolfwood's own features fell in concern.
"What are you dreaming of, Vash?" he whispered to himself. "What can I do to make it go away?" He moved his hand down, and rubbed small circles on his friends stomach, but the subtle comforts seemed futile. He took the opportunity to try something else, and moved his hand under Vash's shirt, thinking perhaps the skin to skin contact would work better.
He was wrong.
As soon as his hand grazed the muscular stomach, Vash tensed and yelped. Fresh tears made their way down his cheeks and he tried to curl into a tighter ball, a steady stream of babble emerging from the dreaming man. "No, please! No! Stop! Knives, don't!" he whimpered. "Please don't... Not again..."
Wolfwood gasped as the blonde continued, recognizing the implications. Instinctively, he pressed his palm flat against Vash's stomach, and pulled the older man flat against him. Wolfwood leaned over to his ear, whispering what he hoped were comforting words.
"Shh, Vash. It's okay. Tongari, it's me. It's Nicholas."
As soon as his own name was uttered, Wolfwood felt the other man relax almost instantly, and was surprised to feel him put his own arm over his and pull it tighter around him, pressing himself into the awed priest. Almost as instantly as Vash had, Wolfwood found himself relax. Holding the other man around the midsection combined with the intoxicating scent of peace and sunlight that Vash seemed to carry everywhere made the preacher sleepy, and he rested his head on the pillow just behind Vash's. The smell of his hair and the feel of his body engulfed his senses and he drifted off thinking, 'fuck it. Let him find out.'
* * * *
Vash was the first to awaken. Slowly he became aware of the breathing against the back of his neck, and shivered at the ticklish feeling. Only when something tightened around his waist did he notice the arm looped there.
And his own arm covering it, holding it to himself.
His brows knitted together in confusion as he took it all in. The arm around him definitely belonged to a man. The muscles were too pronounced and smooth to be otherwise. He lay, pondering this information for a moment, when he caught a whiff of the familiar scent of cigarette smoke.
His eyes widened at the realization, and he turned slowly, keeping the other man's arm around him, not wanting to wake him.
He found his own nose mere centimeters from his companion's.
'What happened last night?' he wondered. 'What could have brought you to my side like this?'
Vash moved his arm from it's resting place on Wolfwood's, and draped it carefully across his middle, laying his palm on his partner's back. He shifted slightly, inching closer, and rested his forehead against Wolfwood's. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, reveling in his partner's scent and warmth.
It didn't matter how or why Nicholas had gotten there. It only mattered that he was there now, holding him.
* * * *
Wolfwood had awoken when Vash had rolled under his arm. He stayed perfectly still, though, not knowing what the outlaw would do upon noticing it was him who had slept in his bed.
He kept himself from tensing while his head raced, as Vash's arm moved around Wolfwood's body.
'What's going on? Doesn't he realize it's me? Is he doing it because it is me?' He mentally slapped himself at the last thought. There was no way in Heaven of Hell that the other man was holding him for the reasons he wanted.
He willed paralization on his body when he felt the mattress shift, and nearly failed to keep his act up when he felt Vash's forehead gently touch his own.
When he heard the other man sigh, he decided there was no way he would be able to maintain the facade any longer.
He opened his eyes, pretending to be half asleep, though he had become instantly awake when Vash had put his arm around him.
"Vash?" he questioned softly, moving his thumb gently on the other man's back.
Vash opened his water-blue eyes and slid his head back so he could look at the priest's face. Wolfwood was shocked at what he thought he saw there. Could that gaze have really held that deep love and wanting he had wished for?
'Don't be stupid,' he thought to himself.
* * * *
Vash held his gaze, amazed at a look that seemed to mirror his own.
"What happened last night?" he inquired softly. "Why are you in my bed?" As much as he didn't really care how he got there, so long as it was really happening, Vash was curious.
* * * *
Wolfwood flinched slightly, instantly hurt by the words. He sat up to explain, putting his arms behind him and leaning on his hands, causing Vash's hand to fall across his hips.
"You had a nightmare, Vash. I couldn't stand seeing you in so much pain," he whispered truthfully.
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Vash understood instantly, and pushed himself up by one hand, leaving the other in it's place across Wolfwood. He also realized the harshness of his previous words, and wished he had thought of a better way to ask the question. He didn't want his companion to leave his side.
It one motion, he got to his knees and put his weight on both hands, one on either side of Wolfwood's hips. He brought his face to a position only inches from his friends.
Vash had come to the decision to let his partner know how he felt, and saw now as as good a time as any. Better than any.
"Thank you, Nicholas," he whispered against the priest's lips, as he pressed his own to them, letting his eyes fall shut.
* * * *
Wolfwood was shocked. Not only had Vash called him 'Nicholas' as opposed to his customary 'Wolfwood,' but the man was kissing him!
'This is a hallucination. It has to be. This can't really be happening.'
He had assumed from Vash's harshly worded inquiry that the other man was angry at his actions last night. Wolfwood assumed Vash thought he had no right to climb into his bed or touch him, and Wolfwood had silently agreed.
Vash was an angel and he was a mere mortal. Perhaps something even worse.
He had certainly not expected to be kissed by the beautiful being in front of him.
* * * *
Vash's mouth lingered on his, the blonde becoming increasingly disappointed as Wolfwood did not respond, and slowly, he pulled away. His face remained close to Wolfwood's, though, as he took in and memorized the only hiss he thought they would ever share.
* * * *
The priest blinked, still feeling the tingle in his lips. That tingle, he knew, could not be hallucinated. That was very real.
He looked at Vash's face, memorizing the other man's features all over again, and noticing that the blonde's eyes were still closed.
Slowly, Wolfwood brought his hand up, resting it on Vash's cheek.
* * * *
Vash drew in a breath as the calloused hand slid into place on his cheek, and he immediately leaned into the touch. Slowly, he opened his eyes to find himself gazing into the stony blue ones he loved so much.
He whispered the priest's name, silently willing him to close the short distance between them.
All too slowly for Vash, Wolfwood leaned forward, his own eyes falling shut, and pressed his lips to the blonde gunman's. He lingered there for what seemed like an eternity, before parting his lips and flicking his tongue against the corners of Vash's mouth.
Vash moaned into Wolfwood's mouth and the dark haired man took the opportunity to plunge his tongue between the other man's parted lips, running it along his teeth and gently luring Vash's tongue into a duel with his own.
Wolfwood moaned at the feelings coursing through him, and slid his hand from it's place on Vash's cheek back to entangle in his hair, pulling him closer and pressing his mouth harder against him.
They stayed like that for a time. Vash still had his weight on both hands; Wolfwood leaned one arm behind himself, while his other hand was holding Vash's head to him; their lips were fused, and their tongues were dancing with one another.
For the two of them, it felt like a piece of heaven had come and settled itself around them, in them.
When they broke apart, both were gasping for breath. Neither wanted to move from the comfortable closeness they shared, and they remained there, each gazing into the other's eyes.
Wolfwood was the first to speak.
"Tongari, what - " he began gently, only to be cut off by the other man.
"I love you, Nick." The statement was spoken with a timidness that struck the priest to the bone, and Vash rolled away from Wolfwood and off the bed. He couldn't be that close to the dark haired preacher with the confession still lingering in the air.
It approached the table and chairs that sat on the far side of the room, chose one of the worn wooden chairs, and sat down with his back to Wolfwood.
The priest was stunned. He couldn't even get words to pass his lips. His whole body had frozen.
Surely he was dreaming. The kiss, the whispered terms of endearment, the declaration of love: all were part of a magnificent dream he had yet to wake from.
Surely the God that had stranded them all on this planet and led him through a life of pain and suffering could not have just given him this light haired angel. Could He have?
Wolfwood drew in a shaky breath and stood noiselessly.
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Vash sat at the old table, picking at the cigarette-burned wood, and listening for any sign of movement behind him. He heard none.
Disappointed, his fingers stopped what they were doing and he laid both palms on the table, sighing.
He almost choked, however, when he felt foreign hands slide around his middle, and soft, warm lips whisper across the back of his neck. Instinctively, Vash's hands fell to cover the ones that were holding him, and his head dropped forward and to one side, allowing his partner better access.
Wolfwood's mouth followed the outlaw's hairline, trailing kisses from the back of his neck, over his spine, and up to behind his ear. There, he flicked his tongue just behind the blonde's earlobe, causing Vash to inhale sharply and his hands to tighten over Wolfwood's.
The preacher smiled at the reaction, and moved his mouth so he could whisper into Vash's ear instead of behind it.
"I have a confession to make," he said, his voice just above a whisper, and his lips brushing Vash's ear, causing the blonde to shutter and his eyes to fall shut. Wolfwood dropped his voice even lower, so it was barely audible.
"I love you too, Tongari."
Vash's eyes sprung open, and he stood, whirling to face the dark haired man who had been kneeling behind him, and knocking the chair to the side. Wolfwood let his arms drop to his sides, as he sat back on his heels, waiting to see what the love of his life would do with the new information.
Vash took a tentative step forward and slid his hand around Wolfwood's neck, drawing the brunette to him, and wrapping both arms around his head.
Wolfwood grinned, wrapping his arms around the other man's knees and pulling forward, causing him to lose his balance.
Within seconds, Vash found himself straddling his partner's hips, both hands braced on the floor on either side of the other man's head. He felt warm fingers creeping up the back of his thighs, and over his rear, to rest under his t-shirt at the hem of his sweatpants. The Stampede took the opportunity to grin at his friend, and then lean down to his throat, emboldened by the hand against his naked skin. He flicked his tongue across Wolfwood's adam's apple, and then nipped and licked his way up to his ear, becoming aroused by the noises emanating from his friends throat. He drew Wolfwood's earlobe into his mouth, suckling it, and ran his tongue up behind the ear, then released it.
Vash's eyes darkened when he felt Wolfwood's arousal against his rear, and he brought his mouth to it's rightful place on his partners, kissing him hard and thrusting his own tongue past the seal of his partners lips to do battle.
Wolfwood moaned into Vash's mouth, grinding his hips upward, and sliding his hands up the other's scarred torso. The priest broke the kiss with a grunt, and spoke in a straited voice.
"If we don't get these clothes off right now, I'm going to tear them all off."
Vash would have chuckled if he hadn't felt the exact same way. He sat up, creating more friction, and they both released noises of want. Wolfwood followed him into a sitting position, Vash still straddling him, and grasped the hem of the blonde's shirt. He kissed the man's neck before pulling the shirt up and over his head, and letting it flutter, forgotten, to the floor. Wolfwood slid his hands from Vash's shoulders down to his stomach, urgency lost momentarily as his gaze fell upon Vash's corrupted flesh.
The older of the two blushed, watching Wolfwood's face. He was suddenly uncertain. Would the scars that adorned his body scare off the other man? Would his horrible, ugly flesh be the thing that ended this dream-turned-reality?
Wolfwood seemed to read his mind, uttering words, though he wasn't sure whether they were for Vash or just his own thoughts voicing themselves to no one in particular.
"Beautiful," he muttered. "Perfectly imperfect."
Vash's body flushed even deeper tones of red, as he gazed into Wolfwood's face, watching the priest's eyes take in every individual mark.
"Nick?" he whispered.
Those slate blue eyes slowly drifted back up to his face, meeting Vash's turquoise ones.
"Kiss me."
The blonde obliged happily, leaning in and pressing his own swollen lips against Wolfwood's, and sliding his tongue between parted lips to caress the inside of the other man's mouth. They moaned simultaneously into the kiss, wrapping their arms around each other, both sets of eyes falling shut.
For the first time, the bare flesh of both their chests came in contact, the hard metal of the grate on the left side of Vash's chest rubbing almost erotically against the softness of Wolfwood's pectoral muscle.
Wolfwood broke the kiss, gasping, and laid his head his forehead against Vash's shoulder. Slowly, he slid his hands down from the older man's shoulders to rest on his hips, and forced him down to feel his erection through both their clothing.
Vash groaned, and shifted his hips, causing sparks to fly for both of them. Wolfwood had had all the encouragement he needed, and slid his hands lower, wrapping his arms around Vash's butt to lift him slightly. Once a minimal amount of weight had been lifted from his legs, Wolfwood curled his own legs underneath himself and stood, bringing Vash with him. In response, the blonde wrapped his legs around Wolfwood's hips and ground against him, teasing them both.
Wolfwood groaned, flicking his tongue against Vash's jugular.
"Mmm..." Vash dropped his head to Wolfwood's shoulder, threading his fingers through the dark hair at the nape of the younger man's neck.
Shivers ran down Wolfwood's spine, and he crossed the floor in three swift steps.
Gently, he laid the blonde down, climbing onto the mattress after him. Unconsciously, he noted that the bed no longer seemed as cold and hard and unwelcoming as it had earlier that night.
Wolfwood knelt between Vash's legs, running his fingers gently over the blonde's chest, then down his taut abs to rest at the waistband of his sweatpants.
He glanced up to look into Vash's eyes, making sure this was alright. When the blonde nodded silently, Wolfwood tugged the sweatpants off Vash's body, and dropped them to the floor next to the bed.
Vash lay before him in all his glory, and Wolfwood couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight. He wanted Vash. Badly. But he also wanted Vash to enjoy this as much as(if not more so than) himself. He wanted to prove his love, and the way he knew best to do that was through physical adoration and loving of the being in front of him.
Slowly, he leaned over and kissed Vash on the mouth, lingering there for a few moments, but moving down when Vash's erection twitched against his abdomen. He glided his lips, tongue, and teeth down Vash's body, paying particular attention to areas that made him moan louder, until he reached the hardness between Vash's thighs.
The outlaw gasped, his head falling back, and his fingers curling into the sheets, as Wolfwood pressed both hands to Vash's thighs, and ran his tongue over the head of Vash's erection. When Vash whimpered, Wolfwood moved one hand to grasp the length in front of him, and slowly began pumping the blonde. He leaned over, taking Vash's head in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, still pumping slowly.
Vash's eyes rolled back in his head, and his hips unconsciously thrust upward when the priest took the rest of Vash's length into his mouth. The dark haired man used his teeth, tongue, and lips to pleasure Vash, bobbing his head at various speeds. Soon, Vash was arching his back, curling his toes, and shouting his partner's name as he was brought over the edge. Wolfwood continued his actions, swallowing every drop Vash released until he was sure the other man had been milked for all he was worth.
Through the haze, Vash could feel Wolfwood slide up his body, lavishing his torso with his tongue and lips, occasionally scraping his teeth across more sensitive areas. He untangled his fingers from the sheets and slid his arms around the younger man's body, holding him close.
"Mmm... Nick..." Vash grinned lazily, and Wolfwood could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. A moment later, the priest found himself on his back, his own sweatpants stripped from his body, and Vash hovering over him, still grinning.
"It's only fair," the blonde drawled, "that I repay you," he trailed a finger down Wolfwood's chest and abdomen, "for that wonderful experience I just had." He bent, attaching his lips to Wolfwood's and snaking his tongue into his mouth, while his hand traveled lower.
When he brushed Wolfwood's erection, he felt it twitch slightly, and took it in his hand. Wolfwood broke the kiss with a gasp, throwing his head back, and Vash took the opportunity to begin kissing down the other man's throat, chest, and stomach, until he came to rest at the same place his hand was working slowly. He kissed the inside of Wolfwood's thigh, allowing his tongue to flick the spot, causing his partner to involuntarily raise his hips, his length seeking somewhere warm and moist. Vash grinned, and lifted his head to watch Wolfwood's reactions to his ministrations, only to find the priest watching him hungrily. The blonde became hard again instantly. Vash held his gaze as he dipped his head and slowly encased Wolfwood's length in his mouth. The brunette watched until the feeling overwhelmed him, and he let his eyes roll in to his head, and his head fall back. Vash bobbed his head, sliding Wolfwood in and out of his mouth until the priest groaned his name.
"Vash... Nnn..." Wolfwood was surprised he could get his vocal chords to work. "Vash, stop for a sec... D-don't want... to... nnn... come yet..." Vash raised his head, drawing his partner out of his mouth slowly, and Wolfwood groaned again. "C'mere."
Vash did as he was told, crawling up the other man's body and sealing his lips over his partners. Wolfwood let their tongues battle for a moment, and then flipped the blonde onto his back. He ran his hands down Vash's stomach, and looked up at his face. "Vash," he called gently, causing the blonde to focus on his eyes. "Do you know why I said 'not yet'?" Vash shook his head slightly, and Wolfwood leaned to whisper in his ear. "Because I want to come inside you," he murmered, and then flicked his tongue against the shell of Vash's ear, causing the blonde to arch his back off the mattress in sudden pleasure.
Wolfwood hooked Vash's knee, and he brought the fingers of his other hand to his mouth, coating them in saliva. Slowly, he pushed one finger inside Vash, and the blonde gasped in response. He pumped that finger gently, then adding another, and eventually a third, preparing the gunman for his hard length.
When Vash's hips began bucking, Wolfwood figured he was ready. He removed his fingers, and Vash made an impatient sound ad the sudden loss, causing Wolfwood to chuckle. His left arm still hooked under Vash's knee, Wolfwood positioned himself at Vash's opening, and slowly, his erection took the place of his fingers, filling the blonde completely.
Wolfwood had to close his eyes and use all of his concentration to keep from moving while Vash adjusted to him. When the blonde moaned his name and shifted his hips, however, Wolfwood's eyes sprung open to find a pair of impossible blue ones staring at him. With a slight nod of his head, Wolfwood withdrew slowly, and entered Vash again, quickly building the pace as the need for release threatened to overcome him. He leaned forward, bringing the leg he held captive with him, and placing his palm firmly on Vash's other thigh to keep that leg down.
Vash grunted, thrusting his hips to meet Wolfwood's, and his own pale hand came up to stroke his painful erection.
"N-Nick!" he growled, his seed covering both their stomachs. Wolfwood let his head drop forward, and thrust a few more times, before spilling his own seed deep inside the outlaw with a growl of his own.
The seme lingered for a moment, enjoying the feel of his lover, before he pulled out and fell onto the bed beside him. Almost instantly, he found Vash had rolled onto his side and curled himself around the preacher. Wolfwood smiled to himself, and wrapped his arms around the cuddly gunman.
"We need a shower," the brunette murmured, still holding the other man close.
"Mmm... Don't wanna move," came Vash's child-like reply, as he clung tighter to emphasize his point.
Wolfwood grinned happily, and kissed the top of Vash's head. "Aishiteru, tongari." He felt Vash smile against his chest, and brought a hand up to run through the silky blonde locks, the other arm still secured around his back. The blonde pushed himself up slightly to look into his eyes.
"Say it again?" he asked, smiling.
Wolfwood returned the happy expression. "I love you, Vash," he stated, looking purposefully into his eyes.
"I love you, Nick," Vash declared in quiet response, as he resealed his lips over the priest's.
When the kiss broke, Wolfwood's face turned to a more serious look, and he brought his hand down from its place in Vash's hair to rest on the gunman's cheek. "Vash..." he started. Vash's features fell in concern.
"What is it?"
Wolfwood hesitated for a moment. "Vash, what to you dream about?" When those nightmares plague you, what is it you see?"
Vash sat up, pulling himself away from his lover's body. "I really don't want to talk about it right now. Maybe some day soon, but not right now, okay? Not while I'm happy... I don't want to ruin this." Wolfwood nodded a few times, having propped himself up on his elbows while Vash was speaking.
Now it was his turn to speak. "I can respect that. I just want you to know that I do love you. Nothing you can tell me will change that," 'because I doubt there's anything your brother hasn't already told me,' he added silently. Mentally, he slapped himself. He would think about his problems with his employer, and the implications of his newfound relationship later. Right now, he, too, did not want to ruin the happiness he had found.
Vash moved over him again, and whispered, "Aishiteru," before pressing his lips to Wolfwood's. He only lingered a moment before he broke away and backed off the bed, putting his feel on the floor, and starting towards the bathroom door. "Besides," he started, stopping halfway to the door, "I don't think I'll be having nightmares for a while." He glanced over his shoulder at the priest, who was still laying in bed naked, his elbows propping him up, and winked. Then, he looked forward again and finished making his way to the bathroom. Standing in the doorway, he called over his shoulder, "This was your idea. You coming?"
He grinned to himself as he heard the ruffle of bed linens and the scampering sound of bare feet on the wooden floor. When bare arms wrapped around his midsection and ushered him the rest of the way into the bathroom, he didn't' protest.
'No,' Vash thought to himself. 'No more nightmares.'
The bathroom door closed behind them with a click of finality.
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The room was dark and hot as always when Vash began to thrash in his sleep. The priest across the room winced. Though he was used to the others almost constant nightmares, it never made it any easier to bare witness to. He regarded the outlaw with sympathetic eyes, his soul screaming at him to do something other than just watch.
That was when Vash's fitful sleep landed him on his side, facing the bed of one, Nicholas D. Wolfwood. The blonde hair, usually so carefully propped up on his head, had fallen, creating a halo of gold. That was the first thing Wolfwood noticed. His position was the next obvious thing. Curled up in a fetal position, his chin pulled to his chest. His arms had curled themselves around his own body in a protective cocoon.
Wolfwood hesitated. He knew what the Vash's face looked like, even through the darkness. He was afraid, though, to glance up to it, knowing that all resolve he had to not go over and climb into bed with the other man would crumble once he was the pain etched on those features.
The soft whimper was what brought Wolfwood's attention to Vash's face. The blonde looked so scared, so haunted. His eyes were squeezed shut, his brows knitted together. His lips were pressed together, making them white. It was none of these features, though, that caused the dark-haired man to sit up in bed, put his bare feet on the rough wood floor, and pad over to his companions bedside.
It was the tears that trickled down the blonde's face that wrenched his heart as he knelt down next to the bed, and wiped them gently from his cheeks.
Wolfwood felt for this man oh-so-much more than he let on. He wanted Vash to be happy, or, if he couldn't get that emotion at this point in time, to at least stop crying. Vash seemed slightly comforted by the fingers slowly stroking his cheek, for his whimpers decreased and he pressed his face against the hand that lingered there.
Encouraged by this reaction, Wolfwood bent, pressed his lips to the top of the blonde's head, and laid his own head on the pillow above Vash. Still, he remained kneeling on the floor, his palm pressed to the outlaw's smooth face. The other took this time to roll to the opposite side, this unconsciously making space on the bed.
At the sudden movement, the priest has quickly removed his hand from Vash's cheek and his head from the pillow, and held himself stock-still. He did not want Vash to see him there. If the sleeping mad was going to find out about his feelings, it was not going to be like this.
Once he was sure that Vash had not awoken, he stood quietly and made sure he was not showing any outward signs of nightmares. Then, he turned and began walking back to his own cold, hard bed. He paused, however, when a groan reached his ears. He pressed his eyes shut, and turned back to his companion's bed, only to open his eyes again and close the distance between himself and the bed. Noting the amount of space Vash had left between himself and the edge of the mattress, he slid between the covers and placed a tentative hand on the other man's bicep. Vash leaned backward in his sleep until his bad, covered only in a t-shirt, was flat against Wolfwood's bare chest.
Taking it as a sign, Wolfwood removed his hand from Vash's arm and slid his hand down the sleeping outlaw's chest, holding him protectively, his thumb lazily stroking his clothed chest. Wolfwood propped his head up on his other hand, elbow rested on the pillow, so he could watch Vash's face. He was saddened to see fresh tears fall from his eyes and leaned forward to kiss him just below his ear.
Again, the outlaw seemed to take comfort in this action, turning his head slightly to reveal more of his beautiful features. Wolfwood reveled in this, knowing that although his dreams might be of someone else (and as far as he was concerned, they most certainly were), it was his actions that brought comfort to the man before him.
He smiled.
His smile dissipated, though, when his partner's face scrunched up again and he let out a small cry, and Wolfwood's own features fell in concern.
"What are you dreaming of, Vash?" he whispered to himself. "What can I do to make it go away?" He moved his hand down, and rubbed small circles on his friends stomach, but the subtle comforts seemed futile. He took the opportunity to try something else, and moved his hand under Vash's shirt, thinking perhaps the skin to skin contact would work better.
He was wrong.
As soon as his hand grazed the muscular stomach, Vash tensed and yelped. Fresh tears made their way down his cheeks and he tried to curl into a tighter ball, a steady stream of babble emerging from the dreaming man. "No, please! No! Stop! Knives, don't!" he whimpered. "Please don't... Not again..."
Wolfwood gasped as the blonde continued, recognizing the implications. Instinctively, he pressed his palm flat against Vash's stomach, and pulled the older man flat against him. Wolfwood leaned over to his ear, whispering what he hoped were comforting words.
"Shh, Vash. It's okay. Tongari, it's me. It's Nicholas."
As soon as his own name was uttered, Wolfwood felt the other man relax almost instantly, and was surprised to feel him put his own arm over his and pull it tighter around him, pressing himself into the awed priest. Almost as instantly as Vash had, Wolfwood found himself relax. Holding the other man around the midsection combined with the intoxicating scent of peace and sunlight that Vash seemed to carry everywhere made the preacher sleepy, and he rested his head on the pillow just behind Vash's. The smell of his hair and the feel of his body engulfed his senses and he drifted off thinking, 'fuck it. Let him find out.'
* * * *
Vash was the first to awaken. Slowly he became aware of the breathing against the back of his neck, and shivered at the ticklish feeling. Only when something tightened around his waist did he notice the arm looped there.
And his own arm covering it, holding it to himself.
His brows knitted together in confusion as he took it all in. The arm around him definitely belonged to a man. The muscles were too pronounced and smooth to be otherwise. He lay, pondering this information for a moment, when he caught a whiff of the familiar scent of cigarette smoke.
His eyes widened at the realization, and he turned slowly, keeping the other man's arm around him, not wanting to wake him.
He found his own nose mere centimeters from his companion's.
'What happened last night?' he wondered. 'What could have brought you to my side like this?'
Vash moved his arm from it's resting place on Wolfwood's, and draped it carefully across his middle, laying his palm on his partner's back. He shifted slightly, inching closer, and rested his forehead against Wolfwood's. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, reveling in his partner's scent and warmth.
It didn't matter how or why Nicholas had gotten there. It only mattered that he was there now, holding him.
* * * *
Wolfwood had awoken when Vash had rolled under his arm. He stayed perfectly still, though, not knowing what the outlaw would do upon noticing it was him who had slept in his bed.
He kept himself from tensing while his head raced, as Vash's arm moved around Wolfwood's body.
'What's going on? Doesn't he realize it's me? Is he doing it because it is me?' He mentally slapped himself at the last thought. There was no way in Heaven of Hell that the other man was holding him for the reasons he wanted.
He willed paralization on his body when he felt the mattress shift, and nearly failed to keep his act up when he felt Vash's forehead gently touch his own.
When he heard the other man sigh, he decided there was no way he would be able to maintain the facade any longer.
He opened his eyes, pretending to be half asleep, though he had become instantly awake when Vash had put his arm around him.
"Vash?" he questioned softly, moving his thumb gently on the other man's back.
Vash opened his water-blue eyes and slid his head back so he could look at the priest's face. Wolfwood was shocked at what he thought he saw there. Could that gaze have really held that deep love and wanting he had wished for?
'Don't be stupid,' he thought to himself.
* * * *
Vash held his gaze, amazed at a look that seemed to mirror his own.
"What happened last night?" he inquired softly. "Why are you in my bed?" As much as he didn't really care how he got there, so long as it was really happening, Vash was curious.
* * * *
Wolfwood flinched slightly, instantly hurt by the words. He sat up to explain, putting his arms behind him and leaning on his hands, causing Vash's hand to fall across his hips.
"You had a nightmare, Vash. I couldn't stand seeing you in so much pain," he whispered truthfully.
* * * *
Vash understood instantly, and pushed himself up by one hand, leaving the other in it's place across Wolfwood. He also realized the harshness of his previous words, and wished he had thought of a better way to ask the question. He didn't want his companion to leave his side.
It one motion, he got to his knees and put his weight on both hands, one on either side of Wolfwood's hips. He brought his face to a position only inches from his friends.
Vash had come to the decision to let his partner know how he felt, and saw now as as good a time as any. Better than any.
"Thank you, Nicholas," he whispered against the priest's lips, as he pressed his own to them, letting his eyes fall shut.
* * * *
Wolfwood was shocked. Not only had Vash called him 'Nicholas' as opposed to his customary 'Wolfwood,' but the man was kissing him!
'This is a hallucination. It has to be. This can't really be happening.'
He had assumed from Vash's harshly worded inquiry that the other man was angry at his actions last night. Wolfwood assumed Vash thought he had no right to climb into his bed or touch him, and Wolfwood had silently agreed.
Vash was an angel and he was a mere mortal. Perhaps something even worse.
He had certainly not expected to be kissed by the beautiful being in front of him.
* * * *
Vash's mouth lingered on his, the blonde becoming increasingly disappointed as Wolfwood did not respond, and slowly, he pulled away. His face remained close to Wolfwood's, though, as he took in and memorized the only hiss he thought they would ever share.
* * * *
The priest blinked, still feeling the tingle in his lips. That tingle, he knew, could not be hallucinated. That was very real.
He looked at Vash's face, memorizing the other man's features all over again, and noticing that the blonde's eyes were still closed.
Slowly, Wolfwood brought his hand up, resting it on Vash's cheek.
* * * *
Vash drew in a breath as the calloused hand slid into place on his cheek, and he immediately leaned into the touch. Slowly, he opened his eyes to find himself gazing into the stony blue ones he loved so much.
He whispered the priest's name, silently willing him to close the short distance between them.
All too slowly for Vash, Wolfwood leaned forward, his own eyes falling shut, and pressed his lips to the blonde gunman's. He lingered there for what seemed like an eternity, before parting his lips and flicking his tongue against the corners of Vash's mouth.
Vash moaned into Wolfwood's mouth and the dark haired man took the opportunity to plunge his tongue between the other man's parted lips, running it along his teeth and gently luring Vash's tongue into a duel with his own.
Wolfwood moaned at the feelings coursing through him, and slid his hand from it's place on Vash's cheek back to entangle in his hair, pulling him closer and pressing his mouth harder against him.
They stayed like that for a time. Vash still had his weight on both hands; Wolfwood leaned one arm behind himself, while his other hand was holding Vash's head to him; their lips were fused, and their tongues were dancing with one another.
For the two of them, it felt like a piece of heaven had come and settled itself around them, in them.
When they broke apart, both were gasping for breath. Neither wanted to move from the comfortable closeness they shared, and they remained there, each gazing into the other's eyes.
Wolfwood was the first to speak.
"Tongari, what - " he began gently, only to be cut off by the other man.
"I love you, Nick." The statement was spoken with a timidness that struck the priest to the bone, and Vash rolled away from Wolfwood and off the bed. He couldn't be that close to the dark haired preacher with the confession still lingering in the air.
It approached the table and chairs that sat on the far side of the room, chose one of the worn wooden chairs, and sat down with his back to Wolfwood.
The priest was stunned. He couldn't even get words to pass his lips. His whole body had frozen.
Surely he was dreaming. The kiss, the whispered terms of endearment, the declaration of love: all were part of a magnificent dream he had yet to wake from.
Surely the God that had stranded them all on this planet and led him through a life of pain and suffering could not have just given him this light haired angel. Could He have?
Wolfwood drew in a shaky breath and stood noiselessly.
* * * *
Vash sat at the old table, picking at the cigarette-burned wood, and listening for any sign of movement behind him. He heard none.
Disappointed, his fingers stopped what they were doing and he laid both palms on the table, sighing.
He almost choked, however, when he felt foreign hands slide around his middle, and soft, warm lips whisper across the back of his neck. Instinctively, Vash's hands fell to cover the ones that were holding him, and his head dropped forward and to one side, allowing his partner better access.
Wolfwood's mouth followed the outlaw's hairline, trailing kisses from the back of his neck, over his spine, and up to behind his ear. There, he flicked his tongue just behind the blonde's earlobe, causing Vash to inhale sharply and his hands to tighten over Wolfwood's.
The preacher smiled at the reaction, and moved his mouth so he could whisper into Vash's ear instead of behind it.
"I have a confession to make," he said, his voice just above a whisper, and his lips brushing Vash's ear, causing the blonde to shutter and his eyes to fall shut. Wolfwood dropped his voice even lower, so it was barely audible.
"I love you too, Tongari."
Vash's eyes sprung open, and he stood, whirling to face the dark haired man who had been kneeling behind him, and knocking the chair to the side. Wolfwood let his arms drop to his sides, as he sat back on his heels, waiting to see what the love of his life would do with the new information.
Vash took a tentative step forward and slid his hand around Wolfwood's neck, drawing the brunette to him, and wrapping both arms around his head.
Wolfwood grinned, wrapping his arms around the other man's knees and pulling forward, causing him to lose his balance.
Within seconds, Vash found himself straddling his partner's hips, both hands braced on the floor on either side of the other man's head. He felt warm fingers creeping up the back of his thighs, and over his rear, to rest under his t-shirt at the hem of his sweatpants. The Stampede took the opportunity to grin at his friend, and then lean down to his throat, emboldened by the hand against his naked skin. He flicked his tongue across Wolfwood's adam's apple, and then nipped and licked his way up to his ear, becoming aroused by the noises emanating from his friends throat. He drew Wolfwood's earlobe into his mouth, suckling it, and ran his tongue up behind the ear, then released it.
Vash's eyes darkened when he felt Wolfwood's arousal against his rear, and he brought his mouth to it's rightful place on his partners, kissing him hard and thrusting his own tongue past the seal of his partners lips to do battle.
Wolfwood moaned into Vash's mouth, grinding his hips upward, and sliding his hands up the other's scarred torso. The priest broke the kiss with a grunt, and spoke in a straited voice.
"If we don't get these clothes off right now, I'm going to tear them all off."
Vash would have chuckled if he hadn't felt the exact same way. He sat up, creating more friction, and they both released noises of want. Wolfwood followed him into a sitting position, Vash still straddling him, and grasped the hem of the blonde's shirt. He kissed the man's neck before pulling the shirt up and over his head, and letting it flutter, forgotten, to the floor. Wolfwood slid his hands from Vash's shoulders down to his stomach, urgency lost momentarily as his gaze fell upon Vash's corrupted flesh.
The older of the two blushed, watching Wolfwood's face. He was suddenly uncertain. Would the scars that adorned his body scare off the other man? Would his horrible, ugly flesh be the thing that ended this dream-turned-reality?
Wolfwood seemed to read his mind, uttering words, though he wasn't sure whether they were for Vash or just his own thoughts voicing themselves to no one in particular.
"Beautiful," he muttered. "Perfectly imperfect."
Vash's body flushed even deeper tones of red, as he gazed into Wolfwood's face, watching the priest's eyes take in every individual mark.
"Nick?" he whispered.
Those slate blue eyes slowly drifted back up to his face, meeting Vash's turquoise ones.
"Kiss me."
The blonde obliged happily, leaning in and pressing his own swollen lips against Wolfwood's, and sliding his tongue between parted lips to caress the inside of the other man's mouth. They moaned simultaneously into the kiss, wrapping their arms around each other, both sets of eyes falling shut.
For the first time, the bare flesh of both their chests came in contact, the hard metal of the grate on the left side of Vash's chest rubbing almost erotically against the softness of Wolfwood's pectoral muscle.
Wolfwood broke the kiss, gasping, and laid his head his forehead against Vash's shoulder. Slowly, he slid his hands down from the older man's shoulders to rest on his hips, and forced him down to feel his erection through both their clothing.
Vash groaned, and shifted his hips, causing sparks to fly for both of them. Wolfwood had had all the encouragement he needed, and slid his hands lower, wrapping his arms around Vash's butt to lift him slightly. Once a minimal amount of weight had been lifted from his legs, Wolfwood curled his own legs underneath himself and stood, bringing Vash with him. In response, the blonde wrapped his legs around Wolfwood's hips and ground against him, teasing them both.
Wolfwood groaned, flicking his tongue against Vash's jugular.
"Mmm..." Vash dropped his head to Wolfwood's shoulder, threading his fingers through the dark hair at the nape of the younger man's neck.
Shivers ran down Wolfwood's spine, and he crossed the floor in three swift steps.
Gently, he laid the blonde down, climbing onto the mattress after him. Unconsciously, he noted that the bed no longer seemed as cold and hard and unwelcoming as it had earlier that night.
Wolfwood knelt between Vash's legs, running his fingers gently over the blonde's chest, then down his taut abs to rest at the waistband of his sweatpants.
He glanced up to look into Vash's eyes, making sure this was alright. When the blonde nodded silently, Wolfwood tugged the sweatpants off Vash's body, and dropped them to the floor next to the bed.
Vash lay before him in all his glory, and Wolfwood couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight. He wanted Vash. Badly. But he also wanted Vash to enjoy this as much as(if not more so than) himself. He wanted to prove his love, and the way he knew best to do that was through physical adoration and loving of the being in front of him.
Slowly, he leaned over and kissed Vash on the mouth, lingering there for a few moments, but moving down when Vash's erection twitched against his abdomen. He glided his lips, tongue, and teeth down Vash's body, paying particular attention to areas that made him moan louder, until he reached the hardness between Vash's thighs.
The outlaw gasped, his head falling back, and his fingers curling into the sheets, as Wolfwood pressed both hands to Vash's thighs, and ran his tongue over the head of Vash's erection. When Vash whimpered, Wolfwood moved one hand to grasp the length in front of him, and slowly began pumping the blonde. He leaned over, taking Vash's head in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, still pumping slowly.
Vash's eyes rolled back in his head, and his hips unconsciously thrust upward when the priest took the rest of Vash's length into his mouth. The dark haired man used his teeth, tongue, and lips to pleasure Vash, bobbing his head at various speeds. Soon, Vash was arching his back, curling his toes, and shouting his partner's name as he was brought over the edge. Wolfwood continued his actions, swallowing every drop Vash released until he was sure the other man had been milked for all he was worth.
Through the haze, Vash could feel Wolfwood slide up his body, lavishing his torso with his tongue and lips, occasionally scraping his teeth across more sensitive areas. He untangled his fingers from the sheets and slid his arms around the younger man's body, holding him close.
"Mmm... Nick..." Vash grinned lazily, and Wolfwood could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. A moment later, the priest found himself on his back, his own sweatpants stripped from his body, and Vash hovering over him, still grinning.
"It's only fair," the blonde drawled, "that I repay you," he trailed a finger down Wolfwood's chest and abdomen, "for that wonderful experience I just had." He bent, attaching his lips to Wolfwood's and snaking his tongue into his mouth, while his hand traveled lower.
When he brushed Wolfwood's erection, he felt it twitch slightly, and took it in his hand. Wolfwood broke the kiss with a gasp, throwing his head back, and Vash took the opportunity to begin kissing down the other man's throat, chest, and stomach, until he came to rest at the same place his hand was working slowly. He kissed the inside of Wolfwood's thigh, allowing his tongue to flick the spot, causing his partner to involuntarily raise his hips, his length seeking somewhere warm and moist. Vash grinned, and lifted his head to watch Wolfwood's reactions to his ministrations, only to find the priest watching him hungrily. The blonde became hard again instantly. Vash held his gaze as he dipped his head and slowly encased Wolfwood's length in his mouth. The brunette watched until the feeling overwhelmed him, and he let his eyes roll in to his head, and his head fall back. Vash bobbed his head, sliding Wolfwood in and out of his mouth until the priest groaned his name.
"Vash... Nnn..." Wolfwood was surprised he could get his vocal chords to work. "Vash, stop for a sec... D-don't want... to... nnn... come yet..." Vash raised his head, drawing his partner out of his mouth slowly, and Wolfwood groaned again. "C'mere."
Vash did as he was told, crawling up the other man's body and sealing his lips over his partners. Wolfwood let their tongues battle for a moment, and then flipped the blonde onto his back. He ran his hands down Vash's stomach, and looked up at his face. "Vash," he called gently, causing the blonde to focus on his eyes. "Do you know why I said 'not yet'?" Vash shook his head slightly, and Wolfwood leaned to whisper in his ear. "Because I want to come inside you," he murmered, and then flicked his tongue against the shell of Vash's ear, causing the blonde to arch his back off the mattress in sudden pleasure.
Wolfwood hooked Vash's knee, and he brought the fingers of his other hand to his mouth, coating them in saliva. Slowly, he pushed one finger inside Vash, and the blonde gasped in response. He pumped that finger gently, then adding another, and eventually a third, preparing the gunman for his hard length.
When Vash's hips began bucking, Wolfwood figured he was ready. He removed his fingers, and Vash made an impatient sound ad the sudden loss, causing Wolfwood to chuckle. His left arm still hooked under Vash's knee, Wolfwood positioned himself at Vash's opening, and slowly, his erection took the place of his fingers, filling the blonde completely.
Wolfwood had to close his eyes and use all of his concentration to keep from moving while Vash adjusted to him. When the blonde moaned his name and shifted his hips, however, Wolfwood's eyes sprung open to find a pair of impossible blue ones staring at him. With a slight nod of his head, Wolfwood withdrew slowly, and entered Vash again, quickly building the pace as the need for release threatened to overcome him. He leaned forward, bringing the leg he held captive with him, and placing his palm firmly on Vash's other thigh to keep that leg down.
Vash grunted, thrusting his hips to meet Wolfwood's, and his own pale hand came up to stroke his painful erection.
"N-Nick!" he growled, his seed covering both their stomachs. Wolfwood let his head drop forward, and thrust a few more times, before spilling his own seed deep inside the outlaw with a growl of his own.
The seme lingered for a moment, enjoying the feel of his lover, before he pulled out and fell onto the bed beside him. Almost instantly, he found Vash had rolled onto his side and curled himself around the preacher. Wolfwood smiled to himself, and wrapped his arms around the cuddly gunman.
"We need a shower," the brunette murmured, still holding the other man close.
"Mmm... Don't wanna move," came Vash's child-like reply, as he clung tighter to emphasize his point.
Wolfwood grinned happily, and kissed the top of Vash's head. "Aishiteru, tongari." He felt Vash smile against his chest, and brought a hand up to run through the silky blonde locks, the other arm still secured around his back. The blonde pushed himself up slightly to look into his eyes.
"Say it again?" he asked, smiling.
Wolfwood returned the happy expression. "I love you, Vash," he stated, looking purposefully into his eyes.
"I love you, Nick," Vash declared in quiet response, as he resealed his lips over the priest's.
When the kiss broke, Wolfwood's face turned to a more serious look, and he brought his hand down from its place in Vash's hair to rest on the gunman's cheek. "Vash..." he started. Vash's features fell in concern.
"What is it?"
Wolfwood hesitated for a moment. "Vash, what to you dream about?" When those nightmares plague you, what is it you see?"
Vash sat up, pulling himself away from his lover's body. "I really don't want to talk about it right now. Maybe some day soon, but not right now, okay? Not while I'm happy... I don't want to ruin this." Wolfwood nodded a few times, having propped himself up on his elbows while Vash was speaking.
Now it was his turn to speak. "I can respect that. I just want you to know that I do love you. Nothing you can tell me will change that," 'because I doubt there's anything your brother hasn't already told me,' he added silently. Mentally, he slapped himself. He would think about his problems with his employer, and the implications of his newfound relationship later. Right now, he, too, did not want to ruin the happiness he had found.
Vash moved over him again, and whispered, "Aishiteru," before pressing his lips to Wolfwood's. He only lingered a moment before he broke away and backed off the bed, putting his feel on the floor, and starting towards the bathroom door. "Besides," he started, stopping halfway to the door, "I don't think I'll be having nightmares for a while." He glanced over his shoulder at the priest, who was still laying in bed naked, his elbows propping him up, and winked. Then, he looked forward again and finished making his way to the bathroom. Standing in the doorway, he called over his shoulder, "This was your idea. You coming?"
He grinned to himself as he heard the ruffle of bed linens and the scampering sound of bare feet on the wooden floor. When bare arms wrapped around his midsection and ushered him the rest of the way into the bathroom, he didn't' protest.
'No,' Vash thought to himself. 'No more nightmares.'
The bathroom door closed behind them with a click of finality.
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