Wolfwood's new profession

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Specimennumber1: lol! It’s what I aim for! I agree…it would have been funnier if it hit her face…in fact in the next week or so I think I’ll change it to that…thanks for the suggestion! And Owen Wilson would make an interesting Vash…but I love his broken nose! Lol!

Robin: Thanks for your review! Yes I always think of Vash when I eat waffles now! Lol! And yes go and see King Kong…it’s super good! *grins*

aspiker: Yeah…it’s sucha Vash moment! *grins* Thanks for your review!

genuinelies: *shifty eyes* Character death? Uh…dammit I was hoping to slip that all past you…I never knew people actually read my little drabbles on either side of the chapter! Lol…Well let’s just say…”You’ll see!” *smirks* And yes…go and see King Kong…it gives Peter Jackson more money which in turn gives New Zealand more money! (cause I live in new Zealand and it helps the economy! Lol)

Ranmene: Aww I loved your review! Yeah I find it unusual for people to just have random chapters…there may be a few of those in this fiction…if I can help it! Lol…but those boys just won’t keep their hands off each other dammit! *shakes fist at groping Vash and Wolfwood* I’m kinda getting a mild Adrian Brody obsession…I hope if they ever do a Trigun movie they approach him to play Wolfwood…he’d be so excellent!

Thanks to all my reviwers and even the people who didn’t review! It’s nice that you like this story enough to keep with it! *grins happily*

Chapter Six: Blatent nakedness (or Wolfwood gets his shirt off...)

Wolfwood set his glass on the table with a soft, empty sounding, clunk and sighed contentedly. The day was finally over, his whole body ached, and it was far better now that he could just sit down and relax.

A sand steamer had arrived early in the day and the townspeople had gone market-crazy, stalls and foodcarts everywhere. The girls had insisted they go shopping and Vash had looked so hopeful and excited that the priest just couldn’t turn him down.

‘It’s those damn pleading eyes of his…’ He thought, tapping his cigarette on the ashtray. He looked over to the bed where Vash was lost in a pile of boxes and bags, gleefully sorting through the day’s purchases. They had stopped at a gambling stall early in the shopping frenzy, Vash begging Wolfwood to try it out. Thanks to their absurd good luck, the money they’d won lasted them through the entire day with a very decently large chunk of spare change. They’d paid for nicer rooms for themselves and the grateful Insurance girls, rooms with balconies, and baths! Baths of all things!

Wolfwood couldn’t even imagine what being completely immersed in water would feel like, since it was something only rich people could ever afford. They’d have to try it out. He tapped the ash off his cigarette again and chuckled at the gunman, who was enraptured by some new device on the double bed.

Yes, they’d rented a room with a double bed. King size actually, with the money they could spare. The girls weren’t aware of it yet and hopefully it would stay that way. Wolfwood wasn’t too sure how well Meryl would take the news that Vash wasn’t available for pick up and delivery any longer.

He smirked at that and rose to walk to the bed, sweeping aside a pile of empty bags so he could sit down. Vash looked up at him and grinned, crawling over to him. Something crunched brokenly under all the bags as he put his knee down and Vash paused for a second, a worried look on his face before he shrugged and continued towards his goal.

Wolfwood smiled at him, pleased at how forward Vash was becoming in giving and receiving affection. The blushes didn’t come as often now, although Vash’s face was still always beautifully flushed after Wolfwood ravished him. His eyebrow quirked up a tiny bit.

‘That’s a suggestion I might take…I haven’t seen him looking thoroughly debauched today…’

Vash must have seen the expression change of Wolfwood’s face because he paused with his lips barely touching the priest’s, eyes wary.

‘What’s he plann-…’

The thought was cut off when Wolfwood suddenly leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Vash and dragged him on top of him. Vash struggled a bit, trying to get his hands underneath himself so he didn’t crush the priest. Wolfwood smirked up at him and held him tighter, finally letting his grip loosen a bit so he could cup Vash’s face.

The blonde gunman leaned forward, unconsciously pressing against the priest as he presented his lips for a kiss. Wolfwood obliged and Vash wriggled slightly causing Wolfwood to gasp, breaking the kiss and screwing his eyes shut.

“What…?! What’d I do?!” Vash sounded worried but Wolfwood didn’t care, the gunman’s thigh has slipped between his legs, pressing against his hardening length.

‘God…give me patience…please…

He opened his eyes to see Vash inches from his face, still confused but smiling and slightly red.

And still rubbing against him.

Wolfwood groaned when the gunman shifted again. Vash looked a bit surprised and concerned but grinned wickedly when he finally realized what he’d done.

So he did it again. And again.

Wolfwood’s eyes rolled back in his head.

‘Must…not…give…in… Bad…Stampede….’ He thought fuzzily, mentally slapping Vash on the hand.

Suddenly, during a slight reprieve, he rolled to the side, dislodging Vash and saving himself an embarrassing bout concerning lack of self-control. He lay there panting for a short while, listening to Vash smirk next to him. It was quite strange how he could just hear the expression on his face and not actually have to see it.

He turned to look and there it was, plastered across Vash’s face.

Wolfwood leaned over and kissed him breathless, just to wipe that smug look off his face. Then Vash was flushed and panting, Wolfwood was smirking, and things were how they should always be.

The priest met Vash’s lips again as his hand caressed the back of the gunman’s head, fingers trailing through the spiky strands at the base of his neck. Vash made a noise in the back of his throat and wriggled closer, pressing his body full length against Wolfwood’s. The priest trailed his other hand down the front of the red coat, trying to feel Vash under all the clothing. He circled a button on the coat before slowly undoing it, waiting for a reaction from the taller gunman. When he didn’t get one except Vash pressing closer, he moved onto the next one. And the next and the next until the coat was completely open. He ran a hand inside, across the tight leather, starting to undo one of the straps, and Vash froze up, lips stilling against his own. Wolfwood paused too, hand still resting on him but not moving. Vash pulled back and gave him an unsure and scared look.

“Vash…what is it…?”

Vash looked downward, blinking and refusing to meet the priest’s gaze. Wolfwood stopped touching him and brought the hand up to tilt his head. Vash dragged his eyes up and Wolfwood was surprised to see them looking a little misty.

‘There’s really something wrong…this isn’t just normal shyness…’ He thought, wondering what Vash could be so concerned about.

“Vash…you can tell m-…” He didn’t finish because Vash burst into tears and buried his head underneath Wolfwood’s chin, sobbing into his suit jacket. Wolfwood was shocked at the reaction. He’d thought Vash might have some bashfulness issues but had no idea it was this bad. His hand came down, rubbing the Stampede’s back in comforting circles, hand no longer underneath the coat.

“Shhh…shhh Vash. It’s OK…I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.” He crooned, stroking Vash’s hair with the other hand. The gunman’s sobs stilled slowly and Wolfwood placed a gentle kiss against his temple when Vash’s head tilted upwards slightly. The priest heard a loud exhale of breath and then Vash was kissing him again, shyly pressing his lips to the priest’s.

Wolfwood suddenly got an idea and he pulled back, smiling at Vash in reassurance. He rolled off the bed, dislodging some of the purchases and then started to place them all on the floor. Vash got the idea and soon the bed was clear. Vash sat in the middle, coat undone and pooling around him as he watched Wolfwood with interest.

His eyes flicked to the side and a slight blush painted his cheeks when Wolfwood slowly removed his jacket, realizing what he was going to do. Wolfwood smiled indulgently and his shirt soon followed his coat to the floor.

“Vash…” He murmured, kneeling on the bed next to the gunman. Vash’s blush intensified and he looked everywhere but at Wolfwood. The priest smirked and gently reached out a hand to cup and tilt Vash’s head towards him. His smirk widened like Vash’s eyes did when the Stampede realized he had no shirt on. Vash’s gaze immediately flicked down to the priest’s nipples, scanning the tanned expanse of chest before realizing what he was doing. His eyes darted back to Wolfwood in shock at his own blatentness and Wolfwood chuckled, laying back and taking Vash with him.

The priest settled onto his back, maneuvering Vash between his legs as the gunman made every effort not to touch him on his bare skin. This amused Wolfwood to no end and he arched up just to see Vash jerk back as Wolfwood’s bare chest brushed against him.

“Wolfwood…” He murmured, a light frown painting his face, unsure of why he was so edgy.

“What, Vash?” The priest’s eyebrow arched as he brought Vash’s flesh hand up to his mouth and kissed it. The gunman squirmed in embarrassment, momentarily forgetting to keep away from Wolfwood’s skin. The priest made an inaudible noise in his throat when the leather on Vash’s bodysuit brushed against one of his nipples, sending shocks coursing through his body at the contact.

‘I’m not going to survive this…’ His body ached when Vash shifted against him again.

Distracted by trying to gain some self-control, he hadn’t noticed that Vash had sat up slightly, staring curiously at his chest. He was slammed back into the present though, when he felt a wet graze of something slowly stroke over his nipple. He hissed, eyes closing of their own accord as his mouth dropped open.

‘Oh god, oh god, oh god…is he doing what i…yes yes he is doing what I thin-…’ the thought was cut off as Vash hesitantly licked again. Wolfwood shuddered, making a choked noise as the taller gunman suddenly decided that sucking the nipple into his mouth and tugging experimentally with his teeth was a good idea. The priest couldn’t help but arch up into the touch, a hand coming up to rest on the back of Vash’s neck as his cock gave an answering throb.

‘I thought that I was supposed to be in charge here…’ He thought fuzzily, head swimming as Vash caressed his chest with his mouth. ‘Should have known he wouldn’t stay innocent for long…’

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Sorry I had to split it there…the chapter was too long for my liking… Feel free to hate me…BUT then you won’t get the rest of it will ya! *grins evilly*

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