Wolfwood's new profession

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-Chapter Two- Confessions to come


One the last episode of Wolfwood’s new profession, we left Vash in a mood and Wolfwood drunk and confused on the floor…What will out two darstadly gunmen get up to now? (sorry I’ve been watching too much batman…lol)


“I dunno…something…something…” Thinking suddenly seemed incredibly hard and Wolfwood’s brow furrowed. He licked his lips again. “Something like…how many people have you slept with…?”


Vash was suddenly silent and Wolfwood grinned, bending forward to nudge him.


“Oh, com’ on! Don’ clam up on me now, Vash!” He laughed at his own choice of words and still Vash said nothing. The priest frowned, his addled mind trying to work out what had happened. Suddenly Vash took off the confessional before placing it on the floor. He didn’t even look at Wolfwood as he turned and swayed to his bed, collapsing on it and rolling to face the wall.


Wolfwood sat on the floor, immersed in confusion.


‘What just happened here?’ He asked himself.

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‘130 years. 130 and still…’ Vash sighed, knowing that Wolfwood was staring at his back in complete confusion. What the priest couldn’t have possibly fathomed is that he’d hit on something so deeply hurtful to the gunman with the very first thing that had come out of his mouth.


He couldn’t afford to get close to people, Knives would just hurt them, trying to force him into acceptance. In all his years on this planet, he’d only let one person ever come close to touching him in more than a friendly manner. ‘And she…and she…’


The situation hadn’t gone as expected, unless she was supposed to scream and recoil in horror after he took his shirt off. Since that had happened he’d been terrified of ever letting someone else see him, afraid of their reaction, of the disgusted rejection in their eyes. Vash buried his face into his pillow, trying to muffle his uneven breath. His body longed to sob but he couldn’t…not with Wolfwood less than 5 meters away.


His shoulders shook slightly, the muscles in his back aching from trying to keep still and silent. He heard the priest shift slightly, the cloth of his pants rubbing against the floor. He listened as Wolfwood got to his feet, breathing a sigh of relief as he heard the priest turn away from him, most likely to go to his own bed.


His breath stopped painfully in his chest when he heard no footfalls, only another sound that meant Wolfwood was turning again. Steps sounded towards him and Vash curled into a tighter position, hunching his shoulder to hide his face.


“Vash?” Wolfwood murmured, drink still slurring his voice slightly. Vash made no reply, jerking slightly when the priest’s hand came to rest on his shoulder.


“Vash, what’s wrong? What did I do?” Nick asked, genuine concern in his voice. He sat down on the side of the bed, quickly deciding to lie down next to Vash as sitting was too much of an obstacle right that second.


The Stampede shifted away slightly when Wolfwood brushed against him, covering his face with his hands even though the priest probably couldn’t see him.


Wolfwood braced his hands behind his head after lighting a cigarette.


“Will you tell me what’s wrong?” Silence met his question. The lone gunman seemed to hunch away from him even more, if that were possible. “All I did was ask how many peopl-…Oh…” Wolfwood trailed off as the penny dropped.


‘He must not have had many partners…’ Nick thought, slightly amazed at this news. Vash was one very handsome guy. The priest had been so shocked when he’d first met him, not because of his behavior, Knives having informed him of his twin’s erratic mannerisms, but because of the gunman’s sheer beauty.


After being rescued, he’d immediately picked out the lone gunman on the bus as someone to get to know well, very well, as soon as possible. The finding almost floored him when he was told that this walking sex-in-a-coat was Vash The Stampede, the man he had to follow around for the next 6 months or so…


There was a God…and Wolfwood couldn’t believe his luck…


Now he lay next to the gunman, eyes drifting down his crimson-coated back. The candle sputtered its last in a pathetic attempt to remain alight, leaving them in deep shadow. Moonlight streamed through the open window, flowing across the table and glinting off the empty bottles littering the top. Wolfwood sighed, unsure of what to say.


“Vash…”


The Stampede didn’t move.


“Vash, it’s OK…” Wolfwood wet his lips and took another drag of his cigarette. “Some people don’t have that many partners in their lifetime…and you’re still young. It’s great that someone as…uh…as…”


‘Gorgeous, stunning, magnificent, sexy, sensual, desirable, down right fuckable… ‘


He stumbled over the next bit. “…as g-good looking as you doesn’t take every chance that’s thrown at them.” He lapsed into silence, hesitant to keep going and make a fool of himself. Vash still hadn’t even acknowledged that he was speaking. Maybe the gunman was asleep or something. Wolfwood made to get up, deciding to cut his little speech short before something was said that he couldn’t take back.


“That’s not it.” Vash’s voice was so quiet that Wolfwood almost didn’t hear it. If he hadn’t paused in the middle of rising because his back had twinged-


‘Damn Cross Punisher…’


-Then he wouldn’t have heard it at all.


As it was he lay back down, deciding that since Vash had made some kind of response it meant that his company was appreciated and Vash actually wanted to talk about what had happened. He remained silent, hoping that the gunman would continue and open up to him. Vash always seemed to keep everyone at a distance, hiding behind that mask of his. Wolfwood had noticed it the instant he’d met him, casually mentioning it to him a few hours later. When Vash had realized that Wolfwood knew, a flicker of something had crossed his face, fear and uncertainty. Wolfwood had immediately covered it up by laughing and thrusting the confessional in his face, making it all out to be a big joke. It had diffused the situation nicely but the priest hadn’t forgotten that sad, lonely face he’d seen…


Vash was still quiet and Wolfwood opened his mouth to break the silence. Before he could say anything though, Vash was already speaking.


“It’s just…” He sighed heavily and Wolfwood thought he heard tears in Vash’s voice. “It’s just I…I’ve never…” He stopped again, his normally light tone breaking slightly as he swallowed and tried again.


Wolfwood’s mouth dropped open, cigarette in impending danger of lighting his collar on fire.


‘Is he saying what I think he’s saying?’


“I’ve never…actually had…”


Wolfwood sat up slightly, causing Vash to glance at him, eyes dropping away quickly. The priest reached out a comforting hand and Vash shied away from it as if it were poisonous.


“It’s OK Vash…It’s really OK…”


“No you don’t understand…I’ve never even…k-kissed someone…” He whispered, hiding his face in the pillow following his statement.


Wolfwood’s body shocked him by the rising in his groin at the thought of Vash’s lips and he quickly turned himself to other thoughts to quell the rising desire.


“So…you’ve never…even…uh…wow…” The priest murmured, hand resting on Vash’s shoulder. With the other he smushed the, now unlit, cigarette butt into the ashtray on the nightstand.


“Yeah…funny isn’t it…” Vash barked a harsh laugh, trying to make light of the situation. Wolfwood moved his hand in a small circle, shifting slightly to lie on his side facing Vash’s back. His hand ran down the gunman’s shoulderblade, before resting it lightly on his hip in a comforting gesture.


“It’s…it’s really OK Vash…No it’s not funny…it’s just…surprising…”


Vash rolled over and Wolfwood took his hand back, clenching his fist slightly as if he could keep the warmth generated by the gunman on his palm a little longer. Vash frowned at him, his eyes glittering in the darkness. The light from the window seemed to be attracted to his orbs, gleaming a dark green, entrancing the priest.


‘God, he’s beautiful…’ Wolfwood thought, beginning to sink into the gunman’s eyes before suddenly realizing they were in the middle of a conversation.


“Why is it…surprising?” Vash asked, his voice a low whisper.


Wolfwood leaned forward to hear him and paused, eyes downcast. Of all the questions he could have asked…


Wolfwood coughed lightly to buy himself time. The alcohol seemed to be wearing off at a rate of knots and his brain took the reprieve to try and formulate what he was going to say without embarrassing himself.


“It’s…uh…well…because of what I said before… You’re…uh…”


‘Dazzling, charming, enchanting, bewitching, everything I’ve ever dreamed of…God I want you…’


“…uh...” He swallowed, hoping his nervousness wasn’t as obvious to the gunman as it was to him. Glad the darkness hid the raging flush on his cheeks, Wolfwood felt like he was boiling alive in his suit.


“You’re...well…good looking. Like quite good looking…and I just thought that...well…you know…”


Vash stared at him silently, eyes fixed on his face. Wolfwood shot his eyes towards the Stampede, meeting his gaze for a second before darting away again.


“You thought wrong…” Vash whispered, eyes dry now but still not smiling.


Wolfwood sighed and rolled onto his back, away from the gunman’s gaze.


“I’m sorry, Vash…I didn’t mean anything by it…I just asked whatever popped into my head. I didn’t mean to offend you…”


Vash nodded, closing his eyes briefly.


“You didn’t offend me, Wolfwood…”


It was the priest’s turn to nod, before an idea, ludicrous in its simplicity, shot through his head. He licked his lips, wetting them in the hope that it would make what he was about to say come out smoother. Suddenly he wished he had had more to drink.


“Would you like…would you like me to…?” He half whispered, trailing off at the end as though he could take it back by being quiet. His gaze darted back to Vash and then darted away again, a slight embarrassed blush rising on his cheeks.


He almost jerked back when Vash’s head came up suddenly, their lips invitingly close. Vash paused for a few seconds, his slight breathing feathering across the priest’s face. Wolfwood struggled with himself not to just kiss him and be done with it.


‘Come on Vash…come on just…’ But before Wolfwood could finish the thought, Vash had leaned half over him, pressed closer and crushed his lips against the priest’s.