Wolfwood's new profession

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Chapter Twenty-Two

Wolfwood smiled at Vash’s antics as he wrestled with the children down in the square. He could see him from the window he was sitting next to as he idly drank the last of their Wild Turkey. He knew Vash wouldn’t mind as, due the gunman’s inebriation over the last week, Vash was swearing off the alcohol, for at least a few days anyways. He swilled the last of it in his glass before throwing it back and making a face. Vash shrieked mock outrage in the square, something was unfair apparently, and Wolfwood chuckled again.

Someone with an unusual hair colour wandered past the Stampede, on the far side of the square and Wolfwood leaned forward to see better, his stomach turning in knots. Blue flickered in little flashes as the person hurriedly made their way among the villagers. On closer inspection there were no spikes on the coat, and their lives weren’t about to be turned upside down.

He flicked the ash off his cigarette angrily, upset that their world had to be reduced to this. After a small run in with some of the lesser Gung Ho Guns, resulting in some significant injuries on both sides, Vash had said that he’d had enough of being chased.

After some form of mediation he’d put his hands on the priest and transferred something to him. Wolfwood had been wary and a little unsure but the Stampede had explained that all he’d done was connect the shield that hid him from Knives to the both of them. Now Wolfwood had the same protection he did.

Since that time, something like a month ago, no one had found them, much less given them trouble. But Wolfwood wasn’t about to let his guard slack because they hadn’t been discovered yet. At the moment they were in some remote village, a tiny part of the ship had fallen here, just enough for a town to survive on. The priest wasn’t even sure it had a proper name, just a small collection of houses and a square around the plant.

His fingers became uncomfortably hot and he dropped the burned-down cigarette with a curse, sticking his tender digits in his mouth. His eyes drifted down the square that suddenly seemed to be missing a red-coated gunman. His gaze darted around quickly, seeking the coat that always announced where Vash was. He couldn’t find him.

“Looking for me?”

Arms curled around his neck, one hand reaching down to tweak his nipple through his shirt. The priest sat back and relaxed as the gunman’s presence washed over him.

“Vash…”

“Mmhhmm…?” Came the reply as the gunman flicked out his tongue to touch the shell of Wolfwood’s ear. The priest shivered, twining his hands with those resting on his chest. A thought crossed his mind.

“Where are the girls?”

“Out shopping. They won’t be back for ages…” Was Vash’s whispered reply.

The priest turned his head and caught Vash’s mouth, lazily circling his tongue around the gunman’s.

They broke apart and Vash gave him the Look. The one that made Wolfwood hot and flustered made him shiver and ache and want to run his hands all over the Stampede. Vash flicked his tongue out to wet his lips and the priest twitched, half-rising from his seat as Vash backed away towards the bed, slipping his coat from his shoulders then stepping over it and working on the buckles of his suit. Wolfwood shed his clothes much faster, not caring if he stood on them as he stumbled towards the gunman. Vash fell back on the bed, already half erect and Wolfwood crashed atop him, hands already fisting in the blonde spikes as he claimed his mouth.

/////// (A/N: No sex occurred…just things of a similar nature that have already happened…)

Afterwards they sat back against the headboard, serene smiles on their faces. Wolfwood grinned down at Vash who was draped across his chest, sighing happily. He stroked his hair before leaning over slightly to reach for his cigarettes on the nightstand. He couldn’t quite reach them and wriggled a little bit, stretching his fingers, not wanting to disturb Vash.

A small ache began in his head and he blinked rapidly, suddenly confused. He tried to sit back up, thinking it might have something to do with the position he was lying in. He blinked again, bringing his hand up to rub at his head as the ache increased. He was just about to ask Vash to move so he could sit up properly but when he opened his mouth nothing happened. A shiver of fear shot through him and he tried again, only getting it half open. Suddenly it seemed like the floodgates opened and a thick syrupy feeling swept over him, immobilising him completely. If he’d had control of them, his eyes would have shot wide and he would have screamed for all he was worth. As it was, he could do nothing but rail inside his own skull, feeling his features stretch into a smile as Vash tilted his head to look curiously at him. The Stampede leaned up and pressed his lips against the priest’s. Wolfwood shrieked in anger when he felt them respond, mimicking Vash’s.

As his body kissed Vash he heard a voice come through to the tiny place he was confined to.

~Hello Chapel…~ The greeting was accompanied by a sharp pain and Wolfwood screamed again, half in anger, half in terror.

~Let me go, you FUCK!~ He sent back, slamming his fists against his invisible prison.

Legato tutted and the priest could imagine him shaking his head.

~You’ll never become a man of God using that kind of language. Now be quiet while I go and have some fun with your…friend.~ And then he was gone and Wolfwood ached with the fear that wracked his frame.

The kiss broke and Legato stared down at Vash, filling his gaze with pretend love one last time before the end began. He was only bringing the priest back for punishment. The master’s brother would be dealt with in another way, at another time. This avenue hadn’t worked and the gunman would never see the priest again after this.

“You know something, Vash?” Legato found it quite amusing to be speaking in Wolfwood’s voice. The gunman ‘hmmm’d?’ and gave him an adoring look, metal finger drawing little circles on the priest’s chest. Legato pasted a loving smile on his face.

‘Oh this is going to be brilliant…’

“When I think about it…you’re actually quite ugly…”

Legato thought the entire hassle of tracking down the priest was worth the moment when that happy-go-lucky-I’m-in-love look dropped off the gunman’s features. Shock and confusion replaced it in an instant.

“W-what?”

Legato sat up, dislodging the gunman from his chest and stood, brushing off some imaginary dust from his chest. Or maybe he was brushing off the gunman’s presence. He turned back.

“I said you’re ugly. God I don’t know how I stood it for so long…all those gross scars…no wonder you were a virgin.” Legato snickered in his mind, having plundered this little bit of information from the priest’s mind when he last visited.

Vash’s lower lip wobbled and his eyes began to fill up. He reached for the sheet on the bed and covered himself self-consciously.

“W-why are you saying this? I thought you…you l-love-”

Legato cut him off with a sharp wave of his hand, jerking his clothes on.

“What? You thought I loved you?” He snorted a derisive noise. “Ha! Don’t make me laugh!” He leaned towards the gunman who was now openly crying as he huddled on the bed. “Someone couldn’t PAY me to love something as disgusting as you…”

And with that he dressed quickly, turned to the nightstand and collected his cigarettes, walking to the door and lifting the cross onto his shoulder. He was quite proud of himself so far for having stayed in character, having seen Wolfwood’s mannerisms many times. He glanced down at the cigarettes in his hand.

‘He would light one now, wouldn’t he?’

He fumbled for one, unsure what he was doing. He thought that while he was trying to sort it out he could put in some last shots to the weakling huddled on the bed.

“You’re quite pathetic, you know that right?” He murmured, arching an eyebrow. “God…you don’t even have all your limbs…” He shuddered in mock revulsion. “How gross is that?”

Vash gave a low moan and didn’t respond, eyes downcast and glittering with the tears that streamed down his cheeks. He glanced up as Legato flicked open the packet of cigarettes and took one out.

‘Now what do I do with it?’ He fumbled slightly and hesitated before putting it in his mouth.

‘How does he light these things?!’ He searched every pocket for the box of matches that he used to light them, while Vash regarded him, puzzled, on the bed.

“You always have them in your pants pocket…” He sniffled, wiping at his eyes.

Legato shot him a look.

“I know that you fuckin’ idiot!” He shouted, scowling as he found them and lit the cigarette. Vash hunched down on the bed, fresh tears making tracks on his cheeks. Legato inhaled deeply, puffing his cheeks out when he suddenly choked and his body tried to cough. But Wolfwood wouldn’t cough. He’d been smoking for years!

‘Oh god oh god…how in hell does he smoke these things!’ Legato screamed at himself, aiming a sharp pain at the captive priest for making him go through this. He turned abruptly before the gunman could see his face, opening the door, slamming it behind him and subtly coughing his lungs out in the hallway.

He stubbed the cigarette out on the wall and dropped it at his feet, settling the cross on his shoulder and started down the stairs.

‘Mission accomplished…’

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‘Possession! Dun dun DUN!! WAAAHHH!! It’s Legato-kun! NOOOO!’
(this is from my own notes….I left the chapter halfway and I usually write what I want to happen next…this is what I wrote just as they finished up in bed…lol just thought it was amusing!)

Also I apologise for the horrible things Legato said in this chapter… I hope no-one takes offence at anything…

OH God don't kill me! It had to happen... But please review! It's getting to the exciting bits now!