Wolfwood's new profession

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Chapter Sixteen: Things to do in the desert when you’re lonely

Wolfwood lay on his back, head pillowed by the Cross Punisher. The campfire flickered, casting shadows and pools of light across his tanned features. He stared up at the sky, watching the stars…and thinking about his gunman.

His thoughts eventually drifted to Knives and what he wanted to talk about. Something twisted in his gut when he thought about the fact that his supposed Master might know about him and Vash. He had no idea what the man would do to him. The job had been to befriend Vash and gain his trust, leading him to his brother at the appropriate time. Not to push him down onto a bed and run his hands all over him. Not to take him in his mouth and adore the sound of his panting breath. Not to love him…

Wolfwood sighed, glancing at the fire as it burned lower, wondering if he should find some more fuel for it. Not a lot to burn out in the desert but there were a few things if you knew where to look.

He wondered what Vash was doing right that second. Probably drinking or being thrown out of a bar. Surely not sitting there and thinking about the priest…

Which is exactly what he was doing.

…

Vash arched, his breath shuddering in his chest as his mouth tried to form words between his muffled moans.

“…Ah…Wolfwood…Nick…so good…”

His hand moved faster and the gunman clenched his eyes shut, fueling his imagination as his fantasy Wolfwood slowly licked the underside of his cock, giving him a look filled with sex and longing. Vash shuddered again, bringing his other hand to his mouth to bite down on his fist. It wouldn’t do to cry out and wake the girls in the next room.

Once Wolfwood had left, they had been full of questions about where he had gone. Vash had avoided answering most of them, simply explaining that the priest had to go and perform a task for his church. They had seemed to be fine with that, but Milly shot him a curious look when she asked why he hadn’t gone too and Vash had just shrugged. Then they had moved up to the second floor, seeming to think he needed the company. He didn’t mind. Much. But the effort to keep quiet was becoming almost painful.

Suddenly he shuddered and spilled over, moaning the priest’s name into his hand as his hips bucked up into his fist. He collapsed back on the bed, sated and sticky. He couldn't even have a shower till a reasonable hour. Meryl would probably be asking him why he felt he needed to waste precious water at 2 in the morning, especially when his bathroom wall was right next to her bed.

He sighed and glanced around for something to clean up the mess, eyes alighting on a box of nearby tissues. He wiped his stomach and hand before rolling on his side, staring out the open window at the stars.

‘I hope he’s ok…’

…

Wolfwood shifted uncomfortably. There was something sticking into his back. He arched up and slid a hand, the one that wasn’t occupied, beneath him and pulled out a small rock. He growled and threw it away into the night before settling back to the task at hand. Which was himself.

He wet his lips, making no effort to be quiet. With no one around to hear Wolfwood could be as loud as he wanted to with no consequences. He hissed as his thumb slid across the head, smearing the precome and he fisted himself faster, images of a blond head bobbing in his lap swimming through his mind.

His other hand clenched in the sand as he arched, his moans tumbling into the night. Harsh pants broke the air as he raised himself on his elbow, spreading his thighs wider and moaning the gunman’s name.

“Vash…oh Gods, Vash…yes…”

He clenched his eyes shut, mouth open as his body tensed for a second before he spilled his seed over his hand. He lay back in the sand, turning his head to watch the last of the fire go out.

‘God I miss him…’


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Legato bowed by the door, his eyes averted from his master’s face, already sensitive to the tension in the room.

“You called for me?” His voice sounded small, even to him and he coughed lightly before speaking again. “How may I serve?”

He heard the sounds of Knives shifting in his seat and his eyes flicked up before he could stop them. The plant’s ice blue gaze captured his own, eyes boring intensely into the telepath’s. Legato broke away with some effort, staring at the floor. A strained, tension-filled silence fell over them both. Legato knew better than to speak again, having learned that lesson the first day Knives had met him. He resisted the urge to shift on his feet or lean against the doorframe as the weighty silence stretched out.

Knives regarded the human by the door with curiosity. He eyes swept over Legato, desperately searching for what it was that now held him in thrall. Over the last two days he’d been unable to drive thoughts of his servant from his mind. Nothing he’d tried seemed to work and the plant had become incredibly frustrated, his hatred of his weakness transferring itself to the human in front of him. His eyes drank in Legato’s bowed form, lingering on the tiny flashes of skin he could see when the human shifted and his collar moved. Knives wet his lips, unconsciously leaning forward. His gaze swept down Legato’s chest and his fingers twitched, remembering how it had felt to touch him.

Suddenly the plant was on his feet and moving. He stalked up to the human, hearing Legato’s increase in breathing as he stepped closer. Still he didn’t raise his eyes and look. Knives paused, less than a foot from Legato.

“Look at me.” He stated and Legato slowly raised his head, realizing Knives’ face was inches from his own. He jerked slightly and froze, eyes following his master’s face as Knives dipped his head towards the human’s, seeming to almost scent the air surrounding his face. Legato stood still as Knives’ breath feathered across his face, the plant’s lips so close to his skin that Legato could feel the heat from them. He closed his eyes briefly, hearing Knives’ breath hitching slightly as his lips traveled an invisible path across his skin.

The plant inhaled sharply. What he’d originally called Legato in for was lost as a tidal wave of lust swept over him. Knives shivered, fingers twitching by his sides.

‘I want to touch him…losing control…’

Suddenly the heat was gone and Legato’s head whipped to the side as Knives hit him. He collapsed against the doorframe, holding onto it, knowing if he fell, his master would be angry.

“Get out of my sight.” Knives hissed, turning his back. Legato made a shaky bow and turned to leave, stopped by his master’s voice once again.

“How? How are you doing this?!” Knives sounded angry. Legato turned to see Knives bowed over his desk, his back to his servant.

“HOW?!” He slammed a fist down on the desk, cracking it. Legato hardly flinched, his mind already working on ways to replace the furniture by the end of the day.

“How do I do what, Knives-sama?” he asked, genuinely curious.

The plant growled through his teeth, fist tightening.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave?! Get out before I kill you!”

Legato backed out of the room quickly, almost fleeing down the hallway, as sounds of Knives’ anger reached his ears.

The plant collapsed in his chair, a shaking hand covering his face. He was suddenly terrified and he didn’t know why.

‘Almost lost control…what the hell is happening to me?’

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Nothing like Knives, being driven even more crazy by lustful ‘human’ thoughts…*snickers*