Wolfwood's new profession

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genuinelies: Lol! That’s ok…I forgive you for the double post…I hate it when that happens to me! Lmao! And yeah…the plot has burst into full-fledged-ness so I’m going to try and keep up with that! Lol

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Specimennumber1: Thanks for your review! Glad you finally did as it always makes my day! *grins madly* And yeah…I have a friend like that too…he looks a bit like Vash and he’ll be cosplaying him (hopefully) at Armageddon this year…I’m not sure who I’m going as yet but *shrugs*…lol

Chapter Four: A step in…a….direction


“That Wolfwood! GAH!!” Meryl swiped at her sundae with her spoon, impaling a blob of ice cream and banana viciously. “He’s so annoying! And why does he even have to follow us anyway?! All he does is get Vash drunk every night and cause trouble!”

Milly stayed silent, knowing by now that Meryl’s rant would just have to run its course before she would see reason. Milly herself was well aware of why Vash suddenly seemed to want to stare at the priest, a small voice in the back of her mind wondering why it had taken them this long.

People seemed to just assume that because she was ‘the sidekick’…

Her mouth turned down slightly at that thought

…That she didn’t have two brain cells to run together. In fact, quite the opposite was true. Milly spent her whole day observing people and drawing her own conclusions from what she witnessed, some of them quite insightful. The instant she had seen the looks between Vash and Wolfwood she had known that something momentous had happened in the intimate department. She smiled, dipping a biscuit into her Ceylon tea as she slowly tuned Meryl back in, knowing she wouldn’t have missed much.

“…ask for is that we get paid extra for putting up with this ridiculous job! Nobody mentioned anything about some cheap, lousy, unshaven churchman joining us! And he smokes! He’s supposed to be a priest and he smokes!” Meryl rolled her eyes in an exaggerated arc, tapping her spoon agitatedly against her empty bowl. Milly just smiled.

“Should we go back to the hotel now, Senpai?” She asked, finishing her tea. She’d noticed earlier when they left to go to the café, that Vash and Wolfwood had checked in shortly after them.

Meryl’s spoon clattered against the glass as she dropped it back in her bowl.

“Yeah…sure…let’s go, Milly. We have to finish that report.”

And by ‘we’, Milly knew that they’d go back to the hotel and she would finish the report while Meryl paced back and forth, complaining bitterly about idiot gunmen and unkempt priests.

She smiled anyway and nodded…it was all part of the job.

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“So… ‘Teach’… What are we doing tonight?” Vash flopped back on the bed, the picture of relaxed innocence as Wolfwood set the Cross Punisher down next to the door. He straightened and gave the gunman a sideways glance, before shrugging.

“I dunno…would you like something to eat? Are you hungry?” He arched an eyebrow at the red-coated wonder lying on the bed. He knew exactly what Vash was getting at but couldn’t resist feigning ignorance just to drag it out and cause the guman to make cute faces.

Vash almost pouted…

‘Ah…there it was…’

…and tugged his glove tighter on his mechanical hand.

“No. I’m not hungry and neither are you…the girls have gone to bed and there’s no bars open now…so we can’t drink…” He stopped talking, eyes daring Wolfwood to create another delay.

The priest shrugged, giving an easy smile.

“Well I guess it’s time to go to bed then…”

Vash perked up, shifting to sit up on the bed.

“So…goodnight.” Wolfwood lay on his own bed and rolled to face away from the gunman, hiding the smirk on his face. He could almost hear Vash’s mouth gape open and closed as he struggled to figure out what was happening.

“WolfWOOD!!” He whined, sounding slightly outraged, and the priest had to try and keep from bursting out laughing. Instead, he rolled over and grinned at the gunman.

“Yes, Vash?”

Suddenly, words seemed to desert the Stampede as he realized he’d have to actually ask.

“Uh…I…um…it’s cold tonight… don’cha think? Did you want to sleep over here?”

Wolfwood calmly raised an eyebrow and Vash blushed crimson. They both shot a glance to the open window that was letting in a cooling breeze, trying to stave off the incredible heat. Both knew it was a completely fabricated excuse but Wolfwood couldn’t resist one last dig.

“Cold, is it?” He asked smugly, making Vash flush again. He moved to stand, arching an eyebrow and smirking. “Well I guess I’ll just have to keep you warm then.”

Vash grinned up at him, wiggling over on the bed to make room. Wolfwood toed off his shoes, shucked his jacket, decided it was a bit too early for blatant nakedness, and slid under the covers.

“Are you going to sleep in that?” He asked, gesturing at the bodysuit. Vash looked down at himself, running a hand along a leather-clad leg.

“Uh…yeah…”

Wolfwood shrugged and settled back, Vash lying back next to him. They lay there for a few minutes as Wolfwood waited for his racing heart to settle. It looked like it wasn’t going to happen though when Vash shifted, casually brushing up against him. Wolfwood prayed for patience before rolling to his side and sliding a leg up over the gunman’s. Vash shivered and they locked eyes as Wolfwood slowly brought his face down, giving him plenty of time to back out.

The Stampede didn’t though. He raised his head slightly and met the priest’s lips, a hand snaking it’s way up into Wolfwood’s hair, the cooler gun arm winding around his waist. Wolfwood moaned in the back of his throat as Vash shyly pulled him across and shifted to move underneath him at the same time till the priest was resting between his splayed legs.

He began to let his hands and lips roam the body beneath him. Wolfwood’s lips moved from Vash’s to the corner of his mouth, to the side of his smooth jaw, flicking his tongue out to taste as he meandered down the slope of his neck. Vash tasted of sunshine and sweat, of long days under the hot suns and longer nights haunting Wolfwood’s dreams. The gunman’s sounds were little grunts and gasps and half-swallowed cries. It wasn’t until Wolfwood nosed aside the collar of his bodysuit and his teeth found the juncture of Vash’s shoulder and neck did he get a full-fledged throaty sound. He sucked lightly, instinctively rocking his hips forward into the ones below him, receiving an answering motion as Vash gasped, arching slightly. Growling lowly in the back of his throat, Wolfwood kissed the spot after the bite, ran the tip of his nose back the way his lips had travelled and met Vash’s uneven green gaze.

The gunman was very unfocused; breath coming in short pants through his parted, swollen lips. He leaned up slightly when Wolfwood pulled away, a slight keening noise erupting from the back of his throat. Wolfwood smiled slightly, brushing a wayward spike from Vash’s forehead before leaning down and pressing his lips to the Stampede’s again.

Vash wound his arms tighter around the priest, pulling him closer as Wolfwood delved into his mouth, enticing his tongue out to play. They both made noises of wanting into the kiss, pressing their bodies closer.

Vash arched up slightly when Wolfwood’s thigh brushed up against his straining erection, shuddering when the priest realised what he’d done and pressed down firmly, rolling his hips forward. Vash broke the kiss and moaned, Wolfwood’s lips lighting fire across his cheek to his ear.

“Do you like that, Vash?” He whispered huskily, trailing his tongue up the shell of the blonde gunman’s ear. The Stampede moaned in response.

“More, Wolfwood…please…”

Wolfwood gently bit at the lobe, hearing Vash’s hissed intake of breath and feeling the gunman’s hips roll upwards to press against his own.

“Wolfwood…Nick…please…” Vash arched up, hands clutching at the priest’s back, one reaching up to fist desperately in his hair and bring his mouth back to meet the gunman’s.

They moved together on the bed, Wolfwood shifting slightly to rub their arousals together. Vash hissed through his teeth, hips bucking up involuntarily. The priest trailed a hand down, caressing the leather bodysuit and wishing it was Vash’s flesh. But he obviously wasn’t that comfortable with him yet so Wolfwood didn’t press the issue. His hand came to rest of the gunman’s hip and Vash trembled, his face flushed as he panted against Wolfwood’s lips.

They kissed again and Wolfwood slowly raised his hand, moving it across and pressed his flat palm against the bulging leather. Vash broke the kiss and groaned loudly, shivering violently, hands clenching as he bucked up into the priest’s hand. Wolfwood moved his hand to cup the straining flesh, moving his palm rhythmically across the leather. He knew it wouldn’t take long and suddenly Vash cried out, eyes shooting open, as the touch drove him over the edge.

Wolfwood smirked and leaned down to capture his lips again, Vash still trembling in the aftermath of his first orgasm not caused by his own hand. Wolfwood nuzzled his cheek with his nose before leaning back slightly to take in Vash’s face.

The Stampede met his gaze, eyes hazy and sated, lips swollen and kiss-bruised, hair half down, spikes tangled together. He was beautiful and Wolfwood wanted to preserve that picture in his mind for all eternity and then ravish him again. He leaned down again, quickly placing a brief kiss on Vash’s lips before rolling to the side, wincing as his erection pressed up against his pants.

‘Better go take care of this…’

Vash’s hand stopped him, a puzzled look on his face.

“What about you?” Vash eyed his lap, nervous and unsure if he had to return the favour. Wolfwood smiled down at him.

“You don’t need to worry about me just yet. I’ll be back in a minute, then you can have a shower, ne?”

Vash nodded, glancing at his own lap where a telltale patch of wetness covered the crotch of his pants.

Wolfwood slowly got up, thinking he must look rather ridiculous as he half-waddled towards the bathroom, snagging a box of tissues from beside his bed as he went.

‘I should get paid for this kind of restraint…’ He thought wryly, shutting the door behind him.


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*wipes forehead* Whew! Lol…This will be the last update for about 2 weeks! I’m going on holiday…SORRY! But I’ll be writing while I’m away so expect and update AS SOON as I get back, ‘k?!!

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