Wolfwood's new profession

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Zierra: Aww! *huggles* You made me laugh and go Awww! What a feat! Lol! And yes…I went and saw King Long again and it’s very confusing when they call him jack…lol! Thanks for your review and I hope you like this chapter! *grins*

Ranmene: *offers hand* It’s a deal! *grins* Here’s an update to keep p my end of the bargain! Now it’s time for yours! Hope you like this chapter! *smirks*

aspiker: lol! I’m glad someone doesn’t hate me! Lol! Vash has some issues with his appearance…if I had as many scars I’d be terrified of showing people! As it is I have a few tiny ones and I have problems with THOSE!! So I can’t even imagine what Vash would go through! And you get to find out how Wolfwood deals with Vash’s sudden exploration of his body! *smirks*

genuinelies: Yeah I know it was evil! *grins and waggles eyebrows back* Here’s the next installment to keep you entertained! Hope you like it and thanks for reviewing!

Robin: I think I’m just going to abandon the DBZ section and write Trigun full-time…I get so many wonderful inspiring reviews! *huggles* And yeah…lol…I agree with the ‘bishies crying’ remark… *sighs wistfully* Hope you like the new chapter!

Thanks again to everyone who reviewed and all those reading this! Hope you stick with me! *hugs*


Chapter Seven: An unwelcome visitor


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…’

Vash grinned against the priest’s skin, bringing his gun arm up and circling the other nipple with a cool metal finger. He got the response he’d expected when the priest gasped, arching up further into his mouth. He pinched the nipple lightly, listening to Wolfwood mewl as he rolled it between his fingers, still sucking on the other one.

He recalled that nipples had been quite sensitive and a lot of fun when he’d had them, and it seems his memory was correct when Wolfwood arched up again, pressing his raging hard on against the gunman’s thigh. Vash’s cock jumped in response and sent an answering jolt through his body, making him press down on the priest.

Wolfwood rolled his hips up again, making them both see stars when their arousals rubbed together. Vash left the nipple and moved up the side of Wolfwood’s neck, trailing over to his lips. The priest’s hands fisted desperately in Vash’s hair, pulling his mouth harder against him, rocking his hips up, feeling the answering thrust and groaning.

One of Wolfwood’s hands left the gunman’s spikes and trailed down his side, grasping at the leather, desperately trying to feel something of the body underneath. Vash’s own hands were doing some wandering of their own, trembling fingers stroking against the priest’s bare flesh in the most erotic way Wolfwood had ever experienced.

They rolled to the side, then kept going, Wolfwood sinking down between Vash’s splayed legs. His hand roamed in between them, making Vash shiver when the priest’s fingers stroked against his erection. He arched his hips up into the touch as Wolfwood’s lips trailed to his ear, sucking on the lobe. He heard the priest’s increased breathing, almost panting, in his ear.

“Please…Vash…please I want to touch you…” He whispered huskily, giving meaningful tugs at the front of Vash’s bodysuit. Vash paused and he got a hesitant look, then slowly reached down, undoing a zip that the priest hadn’t even known was there. It slid slightly diagonally across his hips, opening a largish flap in the front of the suit. Wolfwood wasted no time in wondering about it, hand diving down the front and grasping the erection he found there.

Vash’s head slammed back into the pillow, groaning loudly as the priest slowly ran his curled fist up and down his length, grazing a thumb across the head and smearing the precum there. Vash shuddered, leaning towards the priest, then away, hips arching up as he gasped. Hands grasping at air then suddenly fisting in the sheets or Wolfwood’s hair as he sucked and bit gently at the base of Vash’s neck.

Soon Vash came, arching beautifully and crying out, white spurts covering Wolfwood’s hand and splashing up on his bodysuit. He collapsed bonelessly back on the bed, eyes half shut, mouth still open, panting and gazing at Wolfwood with love in his eyes.

The priest groaned with want and covered Vash’s mouth with his own, drinking in his sweetness till the throbbing in his pants became too painful to ignore. He tore himself away, Vash making a bereft sound, as he stumbled, almost drunkenly, to his feet.

“I’ll…be back in a…second…” He managed to rasp out before making a break for the bathroom door.

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Afterwards, he sat back against the edge of the bath, pants still down around his ankles, smoking a cigarette and tipping the ash into the sink above his head. He hadn’t come that hard in a long time, memories of Vash’s blisteringly hot mouth on his chest fueling his arousal to spectacular heights. He gazed out the window on the wall next to him. The patch of sky he could see was vivid blue, with the occasional bird flying past. He tipped his head back, resting it against the cool porcelain of the bath. He turned his head to the side slightly.

“We really should use this…take advantage of it while it’s here…” He mused quietly to himself, thinking about the bizzareness of being surrounded by water. He started to get to his feet, yanking the top of his pants up slightly to his knees as he stood.

Suddenly a wave of pain lanced through his head and he put a hand up to his temple, crying out and dropping his cigarette on the floor. The pain came again and he crashed to his knees, biting his lips to keep from screaming. He knew what it was and didn’t want to alert Vash to what he knew was about to occur.

‘He always takes his time…likes to make it hurt… Bastard…’

~Chapel…~

The dry voice echoed slightly in his mind as the pain faded. Wolfwood thought that Legato must like to think of himself as some kind of healing balm after all the pain of breaking into his mind. Wolfwood would have just rather done without his pain. Or his little messages that he always brought with him.

~What…? What do you want?~ He tried to keep the irritability from his voice but it seemed he didn’t succeed as another sharp pain wound through the side of his head.

~There’s no need to take that tone.~

A pause.

~I have a message for you…~

Wolfwood would have rolled his eyes if they’re weren’t clenched shut. Of course the bastard had a message for him. It’s not like he’d take time out of his day to check on an errant Gung Ho Gun-to-be…

~Yes?~

~How have you been Chapel? Done anything…interesting lately?~ Legato’s voice sounded amused and Wolfwood’s blood ran ice cold.

‘He knows! He knows about Vash!’ The priest’s mind automatically shied away from thoughts of the gunman, knowing that to make it obvious he was hiding something was just asking to have his mind torn open like a ripe watermelon and picked over.

~No. No I haven’t. Just give me the message, Legato. Stop fucking around.~

There was silence and the voice actually sounded a little miffed when it came back.

~Fine then. I was just trying to make conversation, Chapel. You will meet me in a bar on the main street of Mei City in a week’s time.~

Wolfwood’s world crashed.

‘No…not now…Jesus!’

~I will contact you later with the appropriate time to be there. I have things to discuss with you…~

Wolfwood sighed slightly. At least he didn’t have to go and see….him. He hated going to see Vash’s brother. Maybe he had gotten away with it…

~…Knives-sama has things to discuss with you.~

…or not.

Wolfwood nodded, knowing Legato would have picked up the movement of his body. Sometimes it felt like a mild possession when Legato spoke to him, occasionally the Servant even moved part of his body just to freak him out. He’d only been possessed by Legato once…and it had been the single most terrifying experience Wolfwood had ever had.

He never wanted it to happen again…He’d die before he let it happen again, though there was nothing he could do about it if it ever did.

He felt another pain as Legato left his head.

“Jesus…why does the guy have to make it hurt every time he talks to me?” He held his head in his hands. He knew Legato created the pain on purpose. Once or twice he hadn’t bothered and there had been no pain at all, but Legato liked to make an entrance. He staggered up to his knees, pants forgotten as he leaned on the side of the bathtub, trying to recover.

A knock sounded at the door and Wolfwood jerked back to awareness.

“Wolfwood? Nick? Are you okay? You’ve been in there a while…Did you need…um…some…uh…” Vash coughed and faltered in his amorous attempt.

Wolfwood knew he was trying to ask if Wolfwood needed assistance with his ‘problem’, but since that was taken care of, Wolfwood had no intention of misleading the gunman.

“No…no that’s all right Vash…I’m fine. Did you want to take a bath?” He asked, pulling his pants up and collecting the cigarette from the ground, wiping away the spilled ash with his foot.

Vash shifted against the door, then tentatively tried the door handle. He found Wolfwood sitting on the side of the bath, smiling. Vash’s eyes darted around, but he wasn’t sure what he was looking for. He stepped into the room.

“Uh…do you mean do I want one…or do I want one with you?” He looked unsure and Wolfwood smiled and shrugged.

“Either way…If you’d rather have some privacy then I can have one after you. I don’t mind…”

Vash smiled gratefully.

“Are you sure…Nick?”

Wolfwood smiled, for some reason pleased that Vash was using his first name sometimes.

“No I don’t mind at all…you go right ahead…” He stood up, brushing down his pants and moved to step past the Stampede still lingering in the doorway. He turned to squeeze past, his bare chest brushing up against the bodysuit. Vash’s hand reached out to stop him and, as he looked up in reaction, the gunman’s lips came down on his, hands lazily caressing his sides and coming to rest on his hips. Vash broke the kiss and smiled at him.

“Thanks again…”

Wolfwood went to move away and, quick as lightening, Vash reached out and pinched his nipple, hard, before darting into the bathroom and shutting the door.

“VASH!!” Wolfwood clutched his injured nub, rapidly rubbing it with the palm of his hand.

But muffled laughter and the click of a lock was all he got in return.


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FINALLY! A smidgen of plot arrives! And you all thought this was just going to be about sex! *shakes finger admonishingly* LMAO!

Hope people liked this chapter! I’m trying to get all the chapters written before I start uni in three weeks…so far I’m up to chapter 15 or so…but this looks like it might be stretching out to about 30! That’s super long! Or I can cut bits out…or go the whole hog…I’m undecided at the moment… but anyways…enough of my ramblings!

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