( at least vash is eating! and gentle bullying works. the fish is pretty big, and pretty juicy, and wolfwood's making no move for the fish - maybe a few more bites, dork. )
The easier question to answer would be what didn't they ask about. They wanted to know everything. How we met, who you were, what you're like...
[ He will continue to take bites, but he does, actually try to offer Wolfwood more. His fish. He caught it. He should eat too. Isn't that something that WOLFWOOD once said? ]
I told them how we met. That Meryl hit you with the car.
[ He laughs, his eyes twinkling with mischief. ]
How you were there to help me when I needed it on the sand steamer.
[ How he trusted him, even though he knew it was Wolfwood's job to take him to his brother. He was going there anyway. That part didn't matter. There were more vulnerable things. Like how Vash realized he'd grown to miss Wolfwood's presence by his side, surly as he often was. How they'd grown closer the last time they'd been in this place together.
( of course vash would say only the good things, and leave out what happened the last time they saw each other. wolfwood left him to his brother, for better or worse - definitely worse, and it was wolfwood who ultimately trusted vash on that sand steamer, frantic at the idea of the orphanage being targeted.
[ he watches wolfwood for a while, maybe just blatantly staring. He's got a feeling somethings eating at him but he's also not sure if its something wolfwood wants picked apart.
Oh well. ]
The other stuff isn't mine to share. But if youre thinking im going to hold anything against you, you're wrong.
( he offers up finally, raising his eyes to meet his. he could make excuses, tell him he had no choice, but wolfwood has never been that kind of dude, and the deeper the feelings he has for him, the more the guilt settles in, gnawing, unrelenting.
he's not like the others wolfwood had ingratiated himself with and killed; vash is so, so very different. )
[ vash blinks. He stares, lifting his sunglasses up to nest in his floppy undercut. He hasn't expected or wanted an apology and yet here he is, holding on in his hands with a sense of just how precious it is. ]
It's ok. I understand. Anyone would make the same choice you know.
[ he puts down the fish, wipes his mouth with his sleeve and more or less moves so that he swings one leg over wolfwoods lap to sit in it. ]
( oh, what? wolfwood is startled when vash basically seats himself on his lap, but he doesn't push him off. no, his hands instinctively come to rest on his hips, eyes wide.
but also, he should totally do the mouth-wiping thing again, that was hot. )
( that's... that's actually kind of hot. wolfwood might be a touch slack-jawed, because this confident, more assertive vash is definitely different from the one he knows, and in a very good way.
this place has definitely done him some good, for better or worse.
he reaches out instead, emboldened, just a little. light fingers brush over the line of his jaw, then the earring. he doesn't look away, even if he's mightily tempted to bolt and never bring any of this up again.
but vash is sitting in his lap, and that is doing a lot of things to him that he hadn't thought possible. )
It does. You might be a dumbass, but you're one of the best people I know.
[ It's funny how simple touches like this can get goosebumps to ricocet down his neck, but somehow the sensation of his earring moving because of Wolfwood's touch does it. He hums out a sound that he turns into something thoughtful, leaning his face into the touch as he makes sure to keep eye contact. ]
What if I forgave you? Told you that I expected better, and held you to that? Because I know you can do it.
[ He lifts his arms, draping them loosely around Wolfwood's shoulders. He lifts his eyebrows, like he's asking for an answer. ]
( it should be a crime for vash to look that like when he leans into his touch like he craves it, the flutter of those pretty eyelashes capturing both his attention and his breath, just for a moment.
and then vash goes ahead and says all of that, and wolfwood truly forgets to breathe. forgiveness, and telling him that he expected better, and that he can do it? those words reach in deep, deep, into the darkest, most forgotten crevices of his soul, and tugs.
wolfwood doesn't answer, at least not in words, heart thudding in his chest. grasping his chin, he pulls him forward to kiss him deeply, fiercely. fuck. what is he doing to him? )
[ Wait. Wait what? The sound Vash makes into the kiss is a mix of confusion and groan, one hand flying to tangle tightly into the hair at the back of Wolfwood's head, the other shifting down to press against his chest.
Wait, they'd been talking — he'd wanted to talk to Wolfwood about the heaviness that sat between them, the thoughts that seemed to be holding Wolfwood back. Instead, all he can manage to get his stupid soupy brain to think about is the feeling of Wolfwood's tongue against his, the light clack of teeth that hurts a little but doesn't matter.
His grip in Wolfwood's hair tightens a little and he tugs, pushing the kiss deeper with an urgency he hadn't really expected from himself. ]
( they had definitely been talking, and now they're kissing, because something about those words had hit wolfwood deep and true and he's expressing himself the best way he knows how.
words are a burdensome, clumsy thing, and wolfwood only relaxes when he feels vash reciprocating, meeting passion for passion as his mind busily tries to decipher just why those words haunt him.
he'll do better, he will. he will seek forgiveness in his arms, absolution on his tongue. his hand curls in the other man's soft, spiky hair, holding him in place as their tongues tangle.
he's rocking upward against him with a low, wrecked groan, mind slow as molasses. all he wants is this moment, all he needs is the press of vash's body against his.
[ Oh. Oh, shit. Wolfwood's hips roll up and the groan he makes sends a trill down Vash's spine. He wants so badly to push Wolfwood back, back down onto the sand around the firepit and then— ]
Wait... — still outside.
[ He's just a little breathless, the words he says muttered against wolfwood's lips between a few shorter kisses. It's a careful balancing act, the undeniable want thrumming throughout his body is hard to push away but Vash's sense of shame wins out in the end. Not that he gets out of Wolfwood's lap. ]
We can go, if you want.
[ It's an invitation, maybe. It's heavily buried though, the weight of it woven through words that are so much lighter than the meaning behind them. He does, however keep his eyes pinned to Wolfwoods, the plant markings within them probably less obvious than just how blown wide his pupils are. ]
( go where? he doesn't know, he doesn't care, because vash looks at him like that and he's never seen it that intense before. his gaze burns into him, and oh, oh, wolfwood really, really wants to finish what he's inadvertently started, with the words still echoing in his mind. he can do better, of course he can.
it takes incredibly effort to nudge him off of him, grimacing at the sheer strength of will that he needs, and once they're on their feet, he immediately takes his hand, clearly strained, clearly wanting. )
[ Vash has to stumble to his feet, and for a moment he has to dig through the sluggish mire of his thoughts. ]
Right... C'mon.
[ Vash pulls on Wolfwood's hand and hurries down the docks, away from the firepit and back towards town. The breeze blows and it makes Vash shiver, the heat of his skin still so drastically different from the temperature in the air around them.
The boldness he'd felt before simmers lower, his heart still hammering in his chest. He glances back at Wolfwood, subtly. A thousand and one thoughts cross his mind, but none of them make it to his tongue. Instead he focuses on getting them to the inn he'd stayed at when he arrived back in this world. ]
( they just have to make it there, because wolfwood's head is swimming with a similar hundred, thousand thoughts, filled with the strangest, most intoxicating kind of yearning. he can't help a groan as he nudges against him, cheeks ruddy and the ghost of his kisses still burning on his lips.
his heart is still pounding as he follows after him eagerly, rubbing at his face and meeting his gaze, his own dark and hungry, sunglasses still perched in his hair. )
[ And really it feels like ages. Like forever. But it IS only a little further. Vash pauses at the door, considering if he should say hello before dragging Wolfwood up to the room that's basically been given to Vash for free at this point.
He decides he'll say hi later, and apologize too. He ducks his head and pulls Wolfwood in with him, tossing the dragonkin women a wave when they greet them both, but his feet drag them both upstairs and into his tiny little inn room.
The door locks shut and when Vash turns, he lifts his hands up to take off Wolfwood's sunglasses, and then he tosses them on the nightstand. A moment later he's crowding into Wolfwood's space, pushing him against the wall that separates the room from the tiniest bathroom in the world. His lips are on Wolfwoods immediately, selfishly. ]
( wolfwood barely registers the apology because fuck, it does seem like forever, and he damn near is about to lose his mind with just what all of this means. vash seems off-kilter, just as harried as wolfwood feels, which is the one thing that makes him feel less stupid about the surge of emotions he doesn't quit know how to handle.
he waves, too, then carelessly presses up against him when the room is locked, hungrily seeking him out to kiss him back, again and again, arms winding around him to keep him there, as if the man would slip out of his arms if he isn't. he makes a soft, almost keening sound against his lips, tongue slipping to seek him out, to tangle against him. )
Vash, fuck. You're —
( he's never done this before, but he doesn't want to stop. hands sliding up, he attempts to clumsily push the other man's jacket off of his shoulders. )
[ There's a noise caught in the back of his throat when he's too busy kissing to breathe, but it's lost a moment later when he feels his coat getting pushed off his shoulders. He flexes, pulling one arm out of the coat before reaching over to unsnap the bindings of the shielding on the outside of his coat, and he lets the lot of it clatter onto the ground for now.
He lifts his hands up to fumble with the buttons on Wolfwood's gray shirt, managing to pop them loose one after another, his hands greedily sliding up exposed skin, cold metal fingers and the mismatched flesh set dragging up and over Wolfwood's pectorals to hook over his shoulders, cupping Wolfwood by his neck as he tries to catch his breath. He settles his forehead against Wolfwoods, lips parted and kiss bruised as he drinks in the air they're sharing between them.
It's all so harried, rushed and desperate, it makes him feel a little dizzy. ]
Wolfwood... Hey, I—
[ Where was he going with this? He aborts what he was going to say in favor of pressing another kiss to Wolfwood's lips, this one slower on purpose. It takes all of his willpower to just let it linger, to push into it with his entire body, pulling them both flush against each other, with Wolfwood against the wall of the hallway. ]
( he what? where is he going with this? wolfwood should ask him about it, but the only functioning braincell he has is focused on how vash is touching him. that prosthetic hand and the warm hand both, and those beautiful eyes fixed only on him, lips wet with kisses.
fuck, but this man is beautiful, and wolfwood's desire rears its head full-force, undeniable and fierce. he has been carrying it too long, even if he had forgotten all about it back in their world. now that he's here again, it returns unabated, and he's leaning into his hands with a low groan, before leaning forward to nip at his bottom lip and tug him into another kiss.
and oh, the kiss is searing, slow and so full of yearning that he meets it with his own desire, pressing up against him. this time, he's pushing him back, back, following after him as one kiss turns into another and another. his hands come to splay over his waist, tugging on the undershirt to pull it up and other the other man's head.
his own shirt is flying free, and he's shrugging both it and his jacket off impatiently, shoving him back onto the bed before climbing atop him, keeping him pinned with his limbs. )
[ By the time he's fully registered that they're moving, Vash is helping pull his undershirt off over his head and is already falling on his back on the bed. He scrambles a little, scooting back on the bed while making sure he's still within Wolfwood's reach.
He can't help but laugh at how impatient Wolfwood seems to be, but the sound gets quiet as he stares at what he's seeing for the first time, even as he more or less lets Wolfwood pin him down. If he wanted to get up he could, Wolfwood couldn't stop him. He's content where he is, the space between their mouths giving him a chance to catch his breath.
He pays close attention to the rise and fall of Wolfwood's breathing, only lifting his gaze to his face when he speaks. It's a peaceful moment in contrast to the harried experience of getting where they are now. It's still hard to think straight but he knows to ask: ]
Does that bother you? [ And maybe, with some hesitation he licks his lips and asks: ] Do you want to stop?
[ Vash doesn't, he's certain of it. No going back. Moving forward. He slides one hand up Wolfwood's arm, up over his bicep. He squeezes the muscle, staring up at Wolfwood for what seems like ages, like if he stares for just a little bit longer he'll see the answer he's looking for written on his face. ]
( that undershirt comes off and wolfwood gets to see him, all of him. the scars, the arm, that lean body that has no business bearing the weight of the world and its sins, and yet.
his breath catches at that quiet laughter, and his own heart skips a beat when he watches that mirth become admiration, and wolfwood, despite his inexperience, has never wanted him more.
he fights the swell of self-consciousness that rises, and with vash under him, distractingly attractive and asking him if he wants to stop, he shakes his head. )
No. ( it comes out rougher than he'd like, and he clears his throat and tries again. ) No, I don't want to stop.
( the slide of his hand seals the deal, and wolfwood, emboldened, runs his fingers lightly down his chest, leaning down to kiss him again, gaze inexplicably soft. ) But you gotta show me how.
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( at least vash is eating! and gentle bullying works. the fish is pretty big, and pretty juicy, and wolfwood's making no move for the fish - maybe a few more bites, dork. )
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[ He will continue to take bites, but he does, actually try to offer Wolfwood more. His fish. He caught it. He should eat too. Isn't that something that WOLFWOOD once said? ]
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( wolfwood only eats on the second nudge, because he's not the one who hasn't eaten!! anyway, he's much more curious about what vash said about him. )
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[ He laughs, his eyes twinkling with mischief. ]
How you were there to help me when I needed it on the sand steamer.
[ How he trusted him, even though he knew it was Wolfwood's job to take him to his brother. He was going there anyway. That part didn't matter. There were more vulnerable things. Like how Vash realized he'd grown to miss Wolfwood's presence by his side, surly as he often was. How they'd grown closer the last time they'd been in this place together.
He shrugs as he takes another bite. ]
I think they like you.
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he doesn't say much, not for awhile. )
You didn't tell them all that other stuff, huh?
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[ he watches wolfwood for a while, maybe just blatantly staring. He's got a feeling somethings eating at him but he's also not sure if its something wolfwood wants picked apart.
Oh well. ]
The other stuff isn't mine to share. But if youre thinking im going to hold anything against you, you're wrong.
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( he offers up finally, raising his eyes to meet his. he could make excuses, tell him he had no choice, but wolfwood has never been that kind of dude, and the deeper the feelings he has for him, the more the guilt settles in, gnawing, unrelenting.
he's not like the others wolfwood had ingratiated himself with and killed; vash is so, so very different. )
Have you ever held anything against anyone?
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It's ok. I understand. Anyone would make the same choice you know.
[ he puts down the fish, wipes his mouth with his sleeve and more or less moves so that he swings one leg over wolfwoods lap to sit in it. ]
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but also, he should totally do the mouth-wiping thing again, that was hot. )
What are you doing?
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Making sure you can't run away. You heard what I said right?
[ He pushes up Wolfwood's sunglasses, resting them in his hair so that he can look him in the eye. ]
I get that telling you it doesn't matter doesn't work. What happened matters to you, right?
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this place has definitely done him some good, for better or worse.
he reaches out instead, emboldened, just a little. light fingers brush over the line of his jaw, then the earring. he doesn't look away, even if he's mightily tempted to bolt and never bring any of this up again.
but vash is sitting in his lap, and that is doing a lot of things to him that he hadn't thought possible. )
It does. You might be a dumbass, but you're one of the best people I know.
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What if I forgave you? Told you that I expected better, and held you to that? Because I know you can do it.
[ He lifts his arms, draping them loosely around Wolfwood's shoulders. He lifts his eyebrows, like he's asking for an answer. ]
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and then vash goes ahead and says all of that, and wolfwood truly forgets to breathe. forgiveness, and telling him that he expected better, and that he can do it? those words reach in deep, deep, into the darkest, most forgotten crevices of his soul, and tugs.
wolfwood doesn't answer, at least not in words, heart thudding in his chest. grasping his chin, he pulls him forward to kiss him deeply, fiercely. fuck. what is he doing to him? )
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Wait, they'd been talking — he'd wanted to talk to Wolfwood about the heaviness that sat between them, the thoughts that seemed to be holding Wolfwood back. Instead, all he can manage to get his stupid soupy brain to think about is the feeling of Wolfwood's tongue against his, the light clack of teeth that hurts a little but doesn't matter.
His grip in Wolfwood's hair tightens a little and he tugs, pushing the kiss deeper with an urgency he hadn't really expected from himself. ]
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words are a burdensome, clumsy thing, and wolfwood only relaxes when he feels vash reciprocating, meeting passion for passion as his mind busily tries to decipher just why those words haunt him.
he'll do better, he will. he will seek forgiveness in his arms, absolution on his tongue. his hand curls in the other man's soft, spiky hair, holding him in place as their tongues tangle.
he's rocking upward against him with a low, wrecked groan, mind slow as molasses. all he wants is this moment, all he needs is the press of vash's body against his.
what were they talking about, again? )
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Wait... — still outside.
[ He's just a little breathless, the words he says muttered against wolfwood's lips between a few shorter kisses. It's a careful balancing act, the undeniable want thrumming throughout his body is hard to push away but Vash's sense of shame wins out in the end. Not that he gets out of Wolfwood's lap. ]
We can go, if you want.
[ It's an invitation, maybe. It's heavily buried though, the weight of it woven through words that are so much lighter than the meaning behind them. He does, however keep his eyes pinned to Wolfwoods, the plant markings within them probably less obvious than just how blown wide his pupils are. ]
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( go where? he doesn't know, he doesn't care, because vash looks at him like that and he's never seen it that intense before. his gaze burns into him, and oh, oh, wolfwood really, really wants to finish what he's inadvertently started, with the words still echoing in his mind. he can do better, of course he can.
it takes incredibly effort to nudge him off of him, grimacing at the sheer strength of will that he needs, and once they're on their feet, he immediately takes his hand, clearly strained, clearly wanting. )
Show me. Hurry.
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Right... C'mon.
[ Vash pulls on Wolfwood's hand and hurries down the docks, away from the firepit and back towards town. The breeze blows and it makes Vash shiver, the heat of his skin still so drastically different from the temperature in the air around them.
The boldness he'd felt before simmers lower, his heart still hammering in his chest. He glances back at Wolfwood, subtly. A thousand and one thoughts cross his mind, but none of them make it to his tongue. Instead he focuses on getting them to the inn he'd stayed at when he arrived back in this world. ]
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his heart is still pounding as he follows after him eagerly, rubbing at his face and meeting his gaze, his own dark and hungry, sunglasses still perched in his hair. )
Vash —
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[ And really it feels like ages. Like forever. But it IS only a little further. Vash pauses at the door, considering if he should say hello before dragging Wolfwood up to the room that's basically been given to Vash for free at this point.
He decides he'll say hi later, and apologize too. He ducks his head and pulls Wolfwood in with him, tossing the dragonkin women a wave when they greet them both, but his feet drag them both upstairs and into his tiny little inn room.
The door locks shut and when Vash turns, he lifts his hands up to take off Wolfwood's sunglasses, and then he tosses them on the nightstand. A moment later he's crowding into Wolfwood's space, pushing him against the wall that separates the room from the tiniest bathroom in the world. His lips are on Wolfwoods immediately, selfishly. ]
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he waves, too, then carelessly presses up against him when the room is locked, hungrily seeking him out to kiss him back, again and again, arms winding around him to keep him there, as if the man would slip out of his arms if he isn't. he makes a soft, almost keening sound against his lips, tongue slipping to seek him out, to tangle against him. )
Vash, fuck. You're —
( he's never done this before, but he doesn't want to stop. hands sliding up, he attempts to clumsily push the other man's jacket off of his shoulders. )
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He lifts his hands up to fumble with the buttons on Wolfwood's gray shirt, managing to pop them loose one after another, his hands greedily sliding up exposed skin, cold metal fingers and the mismatched flesh set dragging up and over Wolfwood's pectorals to hook over his shoulders, cupping Wolfwood by his neck as he tries to catch his breath. He settles his forehead against Wolfwoods, lips parted and kiss bruised as he drinks in the air they're sharing between them.
It's all so harried, rushed and desperate, it makes him feel a little dizzy. ]
Wolfwood... Hey, I—
[ Where was he going with this? He aborts what he was going to say in favor of pressing another kiss to Wolfwood's lips, this one slower on purpose. It takes all of his willpower to just let it linger, to push into it with his entire body, pulling them both flush against each other, with Wolfwood against the wall of the hallway. ]
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fuck, but this man is beautiful, and wolfwood's desire rears its head full-force, undeniable and fierce. he has been carrying it too long, even if he had forgotten all about it back in their world. now that he's here again, it returns unabated, and he's leaning into his hands with a low groan, before leaning forward to nip at his bottom lip and tug him into another kiss.
and oh, the kiss is searing, slow and so full of yearning that he meets it with his own desire, pressing up against him. this time, he's pushing him back, back, following after him as one kiss turns into another and another. his hands come to splay over his waist, tugging on the undershirt to pull it up and other the other man's head.
his own shirt is flying free, and he's shrugging both it and his jacket off impatiently, shoving him back onto the bed before climbing atop him, keeping him pinned with his limbs. )
We can't go back from this.
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He can't help but laugh at how impatient Wolfwood seems to be, but the sound gets quiet as he stares at what he's seeing for the first time, even as he more or less lets Wolfwood pin him down. If he wanted to get up he could, Wolfwood couldn't stop him. He's content where he is, the space between their mouths giving him a chance to catch his breath.
He pays close attention to the rise and fall of Wolfwood's breathing, only lifting his gaze to his face when he speaks. It's a peaceful moment in contrast to the harried experience of getting where they are now. It's still hard to think straight but he knows to ask: ]
Does that bother you? [ And maybe, with some hesitation he licks his lips and asks: ] Do you want to stop?
[ Vash doesn't, he's certain of it. No going back. Moving forward. He slides one hand up Wolfwood's arm, up over his bicep. He squeezes the muscle, staring up at Wolfwood for what seems like ages, like if he stares for just a little bit longer he'll see the answer he's looking for written on his face. ]
I want to.
[ He wants to. ]
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his breath catches at that quiet laughter, and his own heart skips a beat when he watches that mirth become admiration, and wolfwood, despite his inexperience, has never wanted him more.
he fights the swell of self-consciousness that rises, and with vash under him, distractingly attractive and asking him if he wants to stop, he shakes his head. )
No. ( it comes out rougher than he'd like, and he clears his throat and tries again. ) No, I don't want to stop.
( the slide of his hand seals the deal, and wolfwood, emboldened, runs his fingers lightly down his chest, leaning down to kiss him again, gaze inexplicably soft. ) But you gotta show me how.
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