Wolfwood's new profession

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Chapter Ten: Acceptance


They lay on the bed, both still slightly drunk. They had only had time for a few drinks before falling into each others arms, the proximity of such a large bed obviously taking it’s toll.

Wolfwood lay next to Vash, a leg flung across the gunman’s and head resting against his shoulder. The priest sighed as Vash’s hand came up to stroke his hair and the Stampede placed a small kiss on the top of his head. Wolfwood meandered a hand across Vash’s chest, fingers catching on buckles and straps. He paused at one and felt Vash tense slightly when he pulled it out of the buckle slightly. Wolfwood sighed again at Vash’s tautness.

“Why won’t you let me touch you? He asked softly, fingers still playing with the leather. Vash wriggled uncomfortably.

“Because…”

“Because why, Vash? Is it me? Is it something I’ve done? I don’t want to push you into anything but I’d like to know what I’m doing wrong!” He tilted his head up to look at the gunman but Vash looked away, hand coming up to twine with Wolfwood’s on his chest, holding it there.

“It’s…just…I can’t explain…”

Wolfwood’s mouth twisted slightly into a frown. He didn’t want to sound like a petulant child but…

“Well, what can I do? I want to see you! Why can’t I?” He seemed put out and Vash sighed again, becoming slightly frustrated.

“Well…well why do I have to be the one to get naked first?! Why can’t you!” The gunman retorted, belatedly realizing what he’d said and clapping a hand over his mouth as Wolfwood smirked, arching an eyebrow.

“So that’s it, huh? You want a bit of fair exchange…?” The smirk widened as he slid away from Vash and got to his feet. “Well I think I can help you with that…”

“Wait! Wolfwood!” Vash reached out to him. “That’s not what I meant! I…uh…” His mouth snapped shut and his eyes widened.

Wolfwood was undressing. In front of him. All Vash’s recent dreams were about to come true. Maybe it was wise that he stop talking right about now.

Vash’s eyes trailed the priest’s fingers down his chest, watched as he untucked the shirt from the waist of his suit pants and slipped it from his shoulders. The Stampede’s cheeks pinked a bit then and he looked to the side and Wolfwood chuckled, still smirking.

“What’s so funny?” Vash asked, brows furrowed, still looking off to the side.

“It’s only my chest, Vash. You’ve seen it before.” Wolfwood said, dropping the shirt on the floor.

“I know.” Vash wriggled slightly on the bed, crossing his arms loosely.

“Well there’s more to see, you know.” Wolfwood said, an amused smirk dancing across his face.

“I know.” Vash said again, the pink deepening to red.

The priest undid his belt and dropped it on top of the shirt. His suit pants came off next and finally his briefs. Vash found the cracks in the hotel ceiling highly interesting at about that time, and Wolfwood shook his head.

“You asked me to get naked, the least you could do is look at me,” He snorted, folding his pants and hanging them over the back of a chair.

“I didn’t ask! And…and I’m getting to it,” Vash said, voice trying to be his normal flippant self, but holding an edge of uncertainty. His eyes left the ceiling and lowered to Wolfwood’s face, then his neck. His chest, the little cross around his neck. His face again, his chest. His face. The cross.

“Oh for the love of…I’m the same as you!” The priest stated and advanced on the gunman.

“Yeah ok, don’t get huffy!” Vash squeaked and started scooting back, but Wolfwood climbed up over him and Vash flopped onto his back, large green eyes meeting amused dark ones.

He leaned down to catch his lips, distracting him, taking it slow like he always did. Vash had become something of a prodigy at early foreplay and he blushed deeply when Wolfwood told him so, eyes averted as he grinned, embarrassed.

The priest grinned too, hand running across the bodysuit, gently fingering one of the straps.

‘I wonder if he’ll ever be comfortable…?’ He mused as Vash tensed slightly when he fiddled with the main zip, only taking it down for a inch or two before drawing it back up again. He went to take his hand away, surprised when Vash’s suddenly covered his, holding it there. He looked down at the Stampede curiously but Vash wouldn’t look at him. Instead, he wet his lips and opened his mouth to speak. Nothing came out and he sighed, looking forlorn.

Wolfwood smiled, using his other hand to stroke Vash’s forehead, rearranging the spikes.

“It’s ok Vash…It’s fine…seriously…”

Vash huffed and wouldn’t look at him till Wolfwood tilted his head towards him, placing a loving kiss on his lips.

“I don’t mind…honestly. I was just…frustrated.” He said.

“I know. It’s just…it’s…” Vash wet his lips and tried again. “I just have some…things…and it makes it hard…to…” He trailed off, turning his gaze from Wolfwood’s. The priest leant forward, trying to see his expression in the moonlight streaming through the window.

“Vash?”

The gunman sighed again, tightening his hand over Wolfwood’s. His fingers threaded with the priest’s and began to tug at the zip. Wolfwood tried to hold back his surprise when the zip slowly parted, revealing a flash of skin underneath. Wolfwood’s heart quickened at the sight of flesh yet unexplored. He moved to lie next to Vash, noticing that the gunman still wouldn’t glance below his chest or the tiny cross around his neck. He chuckled slightly at that but stopped when Vash suddenly sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and facing away from him.

“Vash?” He reached out a hand, stopping when he heard Vash speak.

“Please…don’t touch me…just wait…please…” Vash whispered and Wolfwood dropped his hand back onto the bed.

‘What could be so bad?’ He thought.

Wolfwood heard the zip stop, having been completely undone. The back of the bodysuit was looser now but Wolfwood still couldn’t see anything. Vash started to shift, drawing one of his arms up the sleeve and holding onto the suit while he did the same with the other. The empty sleeves hung by his sides, fingers clutching the edges of the suit to hold it on him.

He gave a big trembling sigh that made Wolfwood’s heart ache. Suddenly he let go and the top of the suit dropped down, pooling around his hips.

And Wolfwood’s mouth dropped open.

‘God almighty fucking Christ that must have hurt…. I thought he might have a few scars…but I never…’ The thought that came next made rage well up inside him and he fought to keep it down.

‘Who did this to him?! Was it Knives? That fucking bastard! I’ll kill him!’

He shifted slightly on the bed, eyes fixed on Vash’s back.

‘I wonder if they’re all over his body? No wonder he was shy about showing me…’

He heard Vash sniffle and realized he hadn’t said anything since the suit had fallen. The gunman’s head turned slightly towards him, trying to gauge his reaction. Wolfwood bit his lip when he saw the tears streaming down Vash’s face and the flinch when he first opened his mouth to speak.

“Vash…Vash, I…”

“I…I understand if you don’t want to…touch me…anymore” Vash choked out a whisper, his eyes downcast and glittering with tears, face twisted with sorrow and hurt.

Wolfwood realized that any hesitance on his part at this moment could ruin everything and he immediately leaned over and placed a loving kiss on Vash’s shoulder. The gunman’s eyes flew open with a gasp and he glanced at the priest to see if he was as disgusted as he’d expected him to be. Wolfwood just smiled and, keeping Vash’s gaze, slid his tongue along the ridge of his shoulder, across a scar and ended with a kiss against the base of his neck. Vash shivered, closing his eyes as new tears slid down his face. But Wolfwood didn’t think they were sad tears.

“You’re beautiful, Vash…and I’ll always want to touch you…”

The Stampede let out a heavy sigh, another tear rolling across his cheek.

‘Finally…finally someone accepts me…’

‘…and I’m glad it was him…’

…so glad…


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Ther you go…for all those people out there who’ve been pushing for Vash to get his gear off… I give you…*drumroll* The Great Reveal!

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