Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Tenshi ❯ One-Shot

A/N: This is, essentially a PWP story. But it's not overly explicit, or just really blatant fucking. Just an achingly sweet little story about two beautifully tragic angels.

Warnings: Hope you don't like your teeth, because I think they might rot out by the end.

Oh, yeah, Yaoi. *evil grin* (Like you couldn't guess that one, already?)

Pairings: Vash x Wolfwood

Disclaimer: Go ahead and sue me, I dare you. This story belongs to me, even if Vash and Nicholas don't.

Tenshi

"Hey! Get back here, Tongari! I'm not finished with you, yet!"

A hand reached out in the darkness, fumbling and groping, searching for purchase. Nicholas D. Wolfwood cursed, and heard a small laugh follow his frustration.

"What's so funny?"

"You."

"Ha. Get back here."

"It's too dark."

Nicholas heard noises, his partner searching for something in the darkness. The priest grinned, reached a hand down to the floor, and felt around for his pants. After a few seconds, he pulled them up and reached into a pocket.

"Here." He held out a small box of matches. After a few seconds, another hand closed around his, and the matches were gone. Moments later, soft candlelight illuminated soft aquamarine eyes, and a tall blond wandered back over to where Nicholas lay.

"I wanna see you."

Vash the Stampede lowered himself slowly down. The two skin tones made a remarkable contrast, his pale across Wolfwood's dark. Vash rested himself on his elbows, his face hovering inches above Nicholas'.

I swear, every time he looks at me like that, I drown in those eyes.

A smile crossed the blonde's face. He leaned down, pressing his lips gently to Wolfwood's. He felt a strong arm come up across his back, and one pressing on the back of his head, guiding his face closer. Their lips pressed harder, and Vash pulled back a little, opening his mouth slightly. It was a beacon, to Nicholas. His tongue sought out the new space, and he guided Vash's face back down to his. Don't you dare pull away from me, Tongari...don't you dare.... He felt a smile around that mouth, and heard a distant whisper. "Don't you worry about that, Priest. Don't you worry for a second."

Do you always hear me?

No. Only sometimes. Especially when it's directed at me.

Like this? Nicholas' eyes grew mischievous, as he focused on some of his more lewd thoughts that he preferred not to say aloud around Vash. Vash pulled back, blushing furiously.

"Guess so."

"You're an ass."

"No, this is an ass."

Nicholas reached down and gripped Vash's posterior. And a fine one at that.

Vash blushed again.

Nicholas smiled and ran his hand back up Vash's back. He leaned forward and breathed gently in the gunman's ear. Vash shivered. Chills rippled down his back, and under Nicholas' hand. He ran his other hand through Vash's hair, soft now that the spikes had been pulled down. He ran his tongue down, past the indent beneath his ear, down the side of his neck, and down to his collarbone, where he proceeded to nip and lick all the way across to the indent in the center, and back up to the small jut of the adam's apple. He opened his mouth, and sucked gently. Vash moaned softly and pressed his hips down. Nicholas closed his eyes, and responded, pressing upward.

When Nicholas released his hold on the blonde's throat, Vash moved his hands up, pressing down on the darker shoulders beneath him. He kissed Nicholas' mouth gently, but pulled away as soon as he felt a response. He moved down, gently spreading kisses across every inch of flesh he could find, causing Nicholas to writhe and gasp every so often. Vash kept pressure down on him, so he couldn't push up, or retaliate.

Don't move. Just. Don't. Move.

HA! Easier said than done, Tongari!

Nicholas heard a mirthful sound, whispering across the room. Vash was laughing, but not with his body. His body was fully concentrated on the task at hand, his mouth still searching out every sensitive spot it could find, amazing Nicholas time and time again. The questing covered every inch of flesh, but cleverly avoided one area in particular, causing Nicholas' mind to concentrate on every expletive he could think of.

How long do you plan on teasing me?

More of that beautiful laughter. I don't know.

Vash stopped, a moment, and moved back up, lowering himself over Nicholas again. He stared deep into the thundercloud eyes, and smiled.

Why? Do you want me to stop?

Vash's eyes danced with laughter, and it filled the room. A beautiful, but mischievous sound, and in that moment, Vash was distracted enough with his humor to lessen his hold on Nicholas' arms and shoulders. The priest took that opportunity to pull his arms free and wrap them tightly around Vash's body, holding him close. He kissed him, gently at first, then more demanding.

The only thing I want right now is you, love.

Then that's all you get, priest.

Oh, darn.

This time the mirthful sound actually came from Vash's body, causing him to convulse with the power of the laughter. Nicholas tousled his hair, and pulled him close.

I've never wanted anything more than you. Never needed anything more than I need you.

What about your cigarettes?

What about them?

You seem to need them an awful lot.

What cigarettes? What I want to hear right now is your voice. Not this distant sound. Talk to me, Tongari. Out loud, or not at all.

"Does it bother you?"

"A little."

"Legato?"

"Some."

"What else?"

"You already seem like something so divine. Something that will slip away from me. Something not quite real, and not quite dream. And that only makes it seem more like I'm gonna wake up alone."

Tears hid just behind the edges of Vash's eyes.

"You're my angel, Tongari. And I want to hear your voice."

"I'm not an..."

Nicholas covered Vash's mouth with his own.

You are to me....

When Nicholas pulled his mouth away, Vash smiled a small smile, which quickly turned to a pout.

"Who made you the expert?"

"Who's the priest here?"

"I see no priest."

Nicholas gave Vash a mock glare.

Priests are supposed to be celibate, aren't they?

Not this kind.

And what kind is that?

The kind you confess your sins to, Mr. Wanted Criminal.

Vash smiled, mischief again dancing in his eyes. He went back to his original task, holding Nicholas' hands down with his own, not hard, but enough to convey his message, he moved his mouth back down. He grazed Nicholas' left hip with his teeth, causing a small cry. Nicholas gripped the sheets below his hands, and his hips bucked upward.

Enough teasing, Tongari.

What's the matter, Nicholas? Can't speak?

Vash played his tongue over the tip of his lover's erection, causing Nicholas to squirm. Vash then did something he'd never done in all his life. He opened his mind, slowly, gently, and reached for Nicholas with it.

The priest went rigid as the feeling swept over him. He felt Vash's energy wrap around him like a warm, healing light. Solid and beautiful. He swore he could see wings, before his vision blanked out, and in that darkness, he felt Vash's mind touch his own. In that darkness, a golden-red light guided him, lifting him up, and driving him down again. He felt his body pulling him back down as Vash entered him, and he reached for that light. The two minds entertwined, weaving and twisting, a stormy blue-grey mixed with an angelic red-gold edged in blue-green. The room fell away, and all either felt was each other, screaming, pulsing and writhing in the darkness; A pair of angels, making their own light in an almost-forgotten heaven.

Somewhere, not far enough away, but not close enough to affect them, a fallen angel spread his blue butterfly wings and laughed. His blue-and-gold spider-butterfly hybrid smiled, while a saxophone player thrashed in his sleep.

"And I know that there's an angel up on heaven's highest hill. No one there can hurt you, baby no one ever will. And somewhere, someone's conscious is like a burning bed. The flames are all around you how you gonna sleep again?"- Jon Bon Jovi, August 7th, 4:15