Wolfwood's new profession

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Chapter Nine: Fairness


Vash sighed happily, eyes drifting shut. He and Wolfwood had spent the entire day lounging around the town, avoiding the Insurance girls and making eyes at each other when no one important was looking. He sighed again and grinned when he felt the priest shift next to him, an arm flung across Vash’s leather-clad chest, stirring slightly when Vash wriggled in his bodysuit.

‘God, this thing is uncomfortable to sleep in…’

But he still wasn’t sure when he’d be able to take that next step with Wolfwood and bare himself. He’d been able to sleep without his gloves tonight. Just taking it in little steps at a time is what Wolfwood had said. They were growing closer every day but the sheer fear of seeing that familiar disgust on Wolfwood’s face kept him from exposing himself in such a vulnerable way.

But still…

They’d had a good day and there was no reason to ruin it now by thinking about his insecurities. He was broken from thought by a hot whisper of breath across the base of his neck, followed by a sleepy murmur.

“Can’t sleep?” Wolfwood sighed, bringing his hand up to stroke the side of Vash’s face.

Vash grinned and he knew Wolfwood had felt the smile. The priest levered himself up on his elbow to stare down at the gunman in the half-light, fingers lightly tracing the contours of his face.

“Not with you around…” Vash murmured back, reaching up a hand to cup the back of Wolfwood’s head and bring him forward to meet his lips. Wolfwood moaned lowly into the kiss, moving to fit his mouth more securely against Vash’s. His hand trailed lazily across the leather, down over Vash’s back, along the curve of his hipbone before hooking his leg and draping it over himself. Vash snuggled closer, pressing their bodies together and using his leg to hold Wolfwood against him.

The priest sank a hand into Vash’s hair, tilting his head back and exposing his neck to the passion of his lips. Vash made a noise in the back of his throat, his hips pressing against the priest’s as Wolfwood gently bit and nibbled at the base of his neck. Wolfwood groaned, head swimming dizzily as he felt Vash’s erection rub against his own through the layers of their clothes.

Suddenly it was too hot and Wolfwood felt he had too many clothes on. He broke away and sat up, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. He heard Vash make a noise next to him and turned to see a slight look of fear and curiosity in his eyes.

He crooned reassuringly and, after shucking his shirt, lay back down, enjoying Vash’s hot exclamation of breath when his bare hands brushed against Wolfwood’s chest. The priest himself had a hard time keeping his moan under control when, instead of jerking away like he normally would at such blatant contact, Vash spread his palms flat across Wolfwood’s chest and lifted his face for a kiss. Which the priest obliged of course, sinking down against the gunman as Vash’s hands shifted slightly, a stray finger brushing up against one of his nipples.

Vash must have noticed this because the next thing he did was to move his hands…

‘His goddamn bare hands! Oh Christ!’

…over Wolfwood’s nipples, caressing them hesitantly with his thumbs as the priest thrust his tongue against the gunman’s, moaning in the back of his throat.

Wolfwood trailed a hand down the Stampede’s chest, down to where that wonderful, life-saving zip was. Vash moaned into the kiss at the sound of it opening, his fingers pinching the priest’s nipples as Wolfwood slid a hand down against his skin, fingers curling through the thatch of blonde hair till he found his erection.

He slowly stroked up and down till Vash gasped and broke the kiss to bury his face into Wolfwood’s shoulder, hips bucking against the priest’s hand. His hands ran around Wolfwood’s sides lightly, and up over his back, making the priest shiver deliciously against him.

Vash made a noise of surprise when Wolfwood suddenly left his lips and, smirking briefly at him, made his way further down his body, pausing at the top of the zip. Vash sat up on his elbows to watch the priest, face swathed in curiosity. His eyes widened as the priest smirked at him before turning his attention to his task

Vash shuddered, his breathing breaking the night air harshly as Wolfwood slowly leaned down and flicked his tongue against the tiny patch of bare skin at the parting of the zip. His eyes caught Vash’s surprised ones and he winked before placing a slow kiss against Vash’s exposed hipbone, and slowly laving his tongue in a meandering path across to the patch of curls. He pressed his nose there and inhaled, his cock twitching and hardening even further as he heard Vash whimper his name followed by a panted breath.

Wolfwood kept his gaze on the Stampede’s face as he moved and just breathed over him, air feathering across the head of his cock. Vash’s breathing increased tenfold when Wolfwood slowly opened his mouth and licked his lips, shifting on the bed so he was resting more comfortably before he slowly licked Vash from base to tip.

The Stampede’s eyebrows took on a life of their own, his heels danced in the sheets and he made a half throaty, breathless sound that made Wolfwood’s own cock harden painfully. The look he gave the priest was one of total astonishment.

Wolfwood tried to keep from smirking and almost failed but got himself under control enough to swirl his tongue across the tip and taste Vash’s salty precome. Vash hissed, his head dropping back to hang, and Wolfwood swirled faster, finally sealing the tip in his warm sucking mouth. Vash groaned loudly, fists clenching, and Wolfwood placed a hand on his hips to hold them down while he pulled away agonizingly slowly. He sank down quickly again, taking more of Vash into his mouth, hearing the cries erupting from the legendary gunman and loving it. He brought a hand up, curling it underneath to slowly stroke his balls in time with his motions. The Stampede gasped something incoherent and arched up. Wolfwood rolled them in his hand and sucked harder, suddenly aware Vash was whispering words between his moans and he tried to make them out.

“Nick…oh please…ah Nicky…let me…please…” Vash groaned, hands grasping at nothing. Wolfwood slid his mouth back up, giving the head a final suck before he raised his head. Vash made a bereft sound and flung his flesh arm across his eyes, panting.

Wolfwood made a questioning sound, wordlessly asking what Vash had wanted. The gunman let out a shuddering breath as Wolfwood continued to slowly stroke his erection, flicking his tongue against the tip as he waited for a reply.

“Please…please let me touch you…want to…touch…” Vash panted as Wolfwood’s mouth sank down around him again, sucking rhythmically. He raised his head again, mumbling against Vash’s weeping tip.

“You don’t have to, Vash…” He whispered, punctuated by licks and nibbles that made Vash toss his head and arch his back.

“I…I want to…please Wolfwood…” Vash panted again, gazing at him longingly with a half-lidded gaze.

Wolfwood paused. His cock screamed at him for hesitating and strained against his pants, declaring if Vash wanted to touch him, he’d somehow detach from Wolfwood and go and get the touching by himself.

Wolfwood almost rolled his eyes. He hated it when his cock talked.

Finally Vash’s whimpers and his grasping hands overrode any of Wolfwood’s reservations and he shifted so he was lying beside Vash with his knees next to the gunman’s shoulder before he went back to his task.

Vash immediately turned slightly to face him and began to shyly undo Wolfwood’s pants.

He slowly slid a hand into the priest’s underwear and Wolfwood jerked, hissing through his teeth when Vash’s trembling, hesitant hand wrapped loosely around his erection. He screwed his eyes shut and panted against the gunman’s thigh, trying to fight the shocks of feeling rocketing through his body.

He couldn’t hold back the moan when Vash started to move his fist. Encouraged, the Stampede became more confident and tightened his grip slightly, gasping when Wolfwood went back to his aching erection.

Vash’s thumb rubbed slowly across his slit, smearing the precome gathering there and Wolfwood made a throaty groan, tightening his lips around Vash’s erection.

He felt a small burst of precome hit his tongue when he groaned, humming around the length in his mouth. Vash cried out and fisted his arousal faster, making Wolfwood groan again.

Suddenly the Stampede’s back arched, his cries escalating and Wolfwood felt the first rope of come hit his tongue. The sheer idea of Vash coming in his mouth and facing the reality of it made Wolfwood’s cock swell in Vash’s hand. Mere moments passed and, shuddering, he coated the gunman’s fist, making it slick for the last few strokes.

Panting, he turned and crawled back up Vash’s body to crush their lips together, hands threading into Vash’s spikes. They twined together on the bed, eyes already closing. Wolfwood placed a gentle kiss on Vash’s cheek before drifting off into oblivion, one thought following him down.

‘He touched me and I got to come…my God, I got to come…!’


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YAY! *glomps Wolfwood* I’m so happy for you, honey!

Wolfwood: *blush* *cough* Uh…I’m happy too…
Vash: *looks at sticky hand and wrinkles nose* *wipes hand on sheet*
Wolfwood: Oh come ON!!

Hm….im not terribly happy with this chapter. It seemed okay when I first write it but now, looking back just before I post, it seems to be lacking something. In most cases it means that I wouldn’t post till I’m completely happy with it…but since you guys have waited so long for an update…well…I just couldn’t refrain!

Please review if you'd like me to continue! I need a bit of encouragement as other stories are beginning to take my attention away from this one!