Secluded Desires

Author: i\'ve been told I need to put up a disclaimer by the Power That Be, so here it is. No one in this story belongs to me, to my immense displeasure. But that doesn\'t mean I can\'t borrow them from time to time...



Meryl hated to admit it, but she was jealous. Having Vash so near yet unable to acknowledge her presence as a woman was...frustrating in more ways than one. The sight of Vash and Wolfwood together made her want to yell in frustration. Wolfwood was standing between her and her ultimate goal: Vash. Unable to sleep because of restless desires, she stared up at the ceiling, bemoaning her fate inwardly. When she heard an actual moan, she was confused. It wasn\'t Milly and most certainly wasn\'t her. That left two people suspect,then. She tried to silently slip out of the sleeping bag, but as soon as she did, a deep silence fell, so she held still, barely breathing. She heard a murmur of one man speaking to the other, before the tension that had been in the air relaxed, leaving her free to breathe again. Meryl debated whether or not it would be best to leave things be,but when she heard a rustle of cloth that was most definitely not a blanket, she was torn. Go find out exactly what was happening, or play it safe and stay right where she was, and ask questions in the morning? The faint sound of a zipper decided it for her. She would find out what was happening. But as she was about to put her hand out to start crawling, another doubt came upon her. Did she even WANT to see what was happening? And WHY? Morbid curiosity?Vouyerism? Meryl blinked quickly. Is THAT what she thought was going on? Now more to prover herself wrong than to gain any knowledge, she began to crawl very slowly and very carefully towards where Vash and Wolfwood were.

Wolfwood gave a soft moan, glad to be off his feet and sitting down. The emotional and physical abuse was becoming hard to bear. Vash gave him a soft, understanding smile. He,too, leaned back against the rather uncomfortable rock, and sighed. He heard something move and was instantly, painfully alert. It was too late and he was in too much pain to be this alert.
\"It was probably one of the girls rolling over, Vash. Don\'t worry,\" Wolfwood murmured as he considered lighting a cigarette. Vash sighed faintly and nodded. Nothing felt wrong, so he relaxed. He shouldn\'t get so wound up over these things. He supposed it was just nerves.
Wolfwood took off his jacket and placed it on the ground next to him, hiding the cigarettes in its folds. When Vash gave him a puzzled look, Wolfwood just smiled. Vash shook his head in amusement and unzipped his trenchcoat a little, just to give him a little more air. Wolfwood sighed and looked down at the ground, his soul slowly growing tired under the burden of all he had killed and how guilty Vash made him feel. He felt a gentle hand rest on his shoulder and smiled without having to look up. He and Vash heard her at the same time, and looked up at each other. The wicked suggestion in Wolfwood\'s eyes made Vash gasp, but he was straining to hold back a smile. It would get Meryl off her pursuit once and for all. He nodded very slightly, so that only Wolfwood was able to discern the movement at all. After waiting just a moment longer so that there was no doubt that Meryl was watching, Wolfwood gently pulled Vash into a kiss, holding him still for a breathless moment before the two parted, an astonished Vash looking into Wolfwood\'s eyes, trying to discern what he had felt.
\'That wasn\'t awkward or even as if he was just doing this to help a friend. That felt...\'
Wolfwood watched, amusement in his eyes as Vash tried in vain to decipher what he had felt. After waiting until Vash was about to say something, Wolfwood pulled him close, kissing him again. He felt Vash tense, relax,and shiver, and didn\'t resist when Vash pulled him closer. This was going exactly as he wanted. Wolfwood gently stroked Vash\'s face when he pulled away, admiring him.
\'His light eyes go well with his pale skin, which seems to have resisted tanning even with decades in the sun,\' Wolfwood thought as he saw Vash become more confused.
\'It shouldn\'t feel this...RIGHT...should it?\' His train of thought was interuptted by Wolfwood asking a question.
\"Why do you keep your hair gelled up like that? You look more handsome when it\'s down,\" Wolfwood murmured against his better judgement. He was satisfied by Vash\'s blush, though, and reconsidered. Perhaps it had been a good thing to say.
\"You really think so?\" was Vash\'s soft reply.
\"Yes.\"
Wolfwood gently ran his hand down Vash\'s face and down his neck, pulling him in close by grabbing some of the excess red cloth of his trenchcoat. Vash was mildly confused, but when he was pulled into another kiss, he forgot his confusion over Wolfwood\'s mixed messages. There was no mistaking the message in this kiss. Wolfwood wanted him. The kiss was fierce and passionate, and Vash found himself responding with equal passion. Did this mean...?
The two parted, both panting from the emotions beginning to surface within them.
\"Wolfwood...\" Vash\'s voice was pleading, but it was unable to tell from his tone of voice whether it was for more,explanation, or for Wolfwood to stop. His eyes told a different story, though. He desired more...wanted to find out about the feelings that were coursing through him. Wolfwood just smiled wickedly and Vash was about to laugh when Wolfwood pulled Vash roughly into a kiss that quickly became more than just a kiss. It was a demand, it was communication, it solidified their forgetfulness of who else was there, and it declared what they wanted of each other. When they were forced to pull apart, it was only to catch their breath. Wolfwood began to unbutton Vash\'s trenchcoat, and Vash began to work on Wolfwood\'s shirt. Wolfwood gently guided the coat off of Vash\'s arms with some assistance on Vash\'s part and was happily admiring the toned body revealed by the skin-tight black spandex he wore beneath it.
\"You have such a girlish figure,\" Wolfwood teased softly, his voice husky.
Vash couldn\'t help but smile, his blue eyes more relaxed than wolfwood had ever seen them.
\"You don\'t. Does that mean I\'m on the bottom?\"
Wolfwood grinned ferally, making Vash shiver.
\"Of course. You may be older than I, but I\'m manlier.\"
\"Hey!\"
Wolfwood pushed Vash over, holding his wrists against the ground, his eyes dangerous with desire.
\"Now how do we get this off you?\" Wolfwood murmured as his eyes traced Vash\'s body, making Vash blush.
\"If you got off me, we could figure it out.\"
Wolfwood grudgingly admitted Vash had a point and let him sit up. As Vash reached for the hem of his spandex shirt, he hesitated, now unsure. His body wasn\'t...as whole as it could be, many scars and barely-healed wounds covering his body. Wolfwood solved the problem for him by following Vash\'s hands and discovering the hem. He started tugged it up sharply, making Vash fall over in a tangle of cloth.
\"What was that for?!\"
\"Do you want to wake the women?\"
Vash quieted his other protests.
\"I know what that look in your eyes meant. Vash, I don\'t care.\" wolfwood gently helped Vash sit up and worked with Vash to get the shirt off, revealing a heavily scarred chest. \"You\'ve been through a lot, and your life has been transiently happy. I want to be part of your happiness.\"
\"Everyone around me dies...\"
Wolfwood tackled Vash to the ground again with a soft, but vehement, snarl.
\"Don\'t you dare get started on that.\"
He lowered his face to within inches of Vash\'s, his eyes soft even if his grip on Vash\'s wrists wasn\'t. He kissed Vash softly,caringly at first, relaxing a Vash who had grown tense. He pulled back a little,and Vash drew him back down, not wanting to lose contact with the person he had found he loved. when they broke apart for air again, Wolfwood was pondering the dilemma of pants and shoes. He voiced this softly to Vash, who barely contained a laugh. His eyes glittering in amusement, he and Wolfwood sat next to each other, unlacing shoes and chucking them off along with socks. The two men stood, and stretched a little, a rock not having been the most comfortable place to sleep, and a little to show off. The two turned to each other and smiled ferally, desire rising in them again.
\"First we have to get that off you,\" wolfwood murmured, his eyes dark with mischief as he pointed at Vash\'s pants. Vash blushed heavily, even though he had known what what he was doing implied. He didn\'t have much time to be embarrassed, though, as Wolfwood was suddenly too close, his hands resting on Vash\'s hips.
\"Don\'t think anymore. You rationalize things too much.\"
Wolfwood hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the pants and slowly, almost teasingly, drew the spandex down Vash\'s butt, thighs, and calves, his touch soft, yet violating, making Vash pant.
\"Aren\'t priests supposed to be celebit?\"
\"It\'s a silly rule, and one I don\'t intend on following.\"
Wolfwood stood, letting Vash kick off the pool of cloth that had formed around his feet. When he turned back to Wolfwood, he found himself roughly pulled against Wolfwood, skin on skin, sending ripples of previously unknown sensations flowing through him. Vash moaned and Wolfwood gently kissed Vash\'s neck, making him gasp and rise. Wolfwood grinned wolfishly, and let Vash roughly unzip and pull his pants off. There was finally nothing separating the two. No clothes, no thoughts of anyone else, no thoughts of morality nor the consequences of their actions. There was nothing but each other.
Wolfwood kissed Vash fiercely as his hands wandered, Vash moaning against his lips. Vash hesitatingly began to explore the contours of Wolfwood\'s body with his hands.
\'He\'s so tan...\' Vash thought vaguely as he enjoyed the touch of a human who didn\'t feel sorry for how his body looked. He gasped when Wolfwood\'s hand teasingly brushed against his member, bringing him roughly down to earth, making him shiver.
\"Wolfwood...\"
There was no mistaking the emotions held in that word, as Vash\'s voice was thick with desire and need.
Wolfwood guided Vash back down to the ground, breathing hard in want. He teasingly brushed his lips against Vash\'s,then kissed his ear, then neck, then chest. Vash moaned and strained against Wolfwood\'s hold, but Wolfwood only tightened his grip, making Vash give up. He didn\'t mind this, anyway...
Wolfwood spread Vash\'s legs as gently as he could, not wanting to scare Vash, even though he was trembling in need. An idea floated into his mind and he felt it would be the best way to distract Vash from the pain at first. He let one of Vash\'s wrists go and let his hand slither down Vash\'s body, caressing and provoking. A faint smile touched his lips at how Vash responded so kindly to his touch. Once his hand had reached its target, Wolfwood gently drew a finger up Vash\'s shaft, making him squirm. Forming a circle with him thumb and forefinger, he caressed slowly downward, then back up, his strokes at first slow and almost taunting against how fiercely Vash\'s desire was raging within him. Vash was panting as Wolfwood\'s strokes became faster, less gentle, making him want to scream(but in a small part of his mind, somewhere in a forgotten corner, part of him remembered where they were and so kept him from doing so). He almost did scream when beneath the pleasure there was a swift, slightly searing pain. Wolfwood felt Vash tense, and so continued to try and keep Vash distracted with his ministrations and taunting kisses across vash\'s body. He pushed Vash to the edge...and then abruptly stopped, making Vash whimper.
\"no...fair...\" he gasped, his voice trembling.
Wolfwood smiled faintly. \"Don\'t worry. We\'re not done yet.\"
Vash was faintly confused for a moment before he felt Wolfwood move inside him, and he moaned, both in pleasure and pain. He pulled wolfwood close to him, kissing him fiercely as they moved together in one fluid wave, bodies connected in the most intimate of ways. Their hands roamed across each other, discovering ways to place the hands and lips to provoke the other to fall deeper into passion. The friction of their bodies rubbing against each other was lessened by the sweat that coated them, and they were happily oblivious to the cold night air invading the cave they were in. Vash yelped when Wolfwood found a point of pleasure and moaned as the feeling rippled in waves through his body. Wolfwood was panting, lost in the feel of Vash around him, lost in feeling the delightful differences of skin texture that varied from scar to wound to skin, lost in the look of ecstasy on Vash\'s face. Together they writhed on the floor, caught up in the moment, straining together to reach orgasm. Vash came first; Wolfwood followed soon after. Wolfwood slowly withdrew, making Vash wince slightly, but was able to ignore the brief pain because of the afterglow of his orgasm.
Wolfwood laid down next to him with a sleepy, content smile,an arm draped lazily across his stomach. Vash turned and looked at him, his eyes soft and sincere.
\"Wolfwood, I...\"
\"shhh,\" wolfwood hushed and quieted Vash with a kiss. \"Tell me that when this is over.\"
Vash nodded slightly and sighed, looking up at the ceiling. He smiled wryly and chuckled after a moment.
\"I don\'t think that we should stay naked. After all, don\'t want to traumatize the girls.\"
\"Why would they be traumatized? We\'re both sexy.\"
\"Modest, aren\'t we?\"
Wolfwood grinned. \"Still...it would avoid unnessacary questions and long, awkward silences.\"
Wolfwood reluctantly sat, then stood, finding Vash\'s and his clothing. He left his in a small mound and walked over to Vash. Vash reached out for his clothes, but Wolfwood shook his head. Vash watched confused for a moment until he understood.
\"Alright. It\'s been a while since I\'ve been dressed by someone else.\"
\"You can do the same for me.\"
With light kisses and gentle hands the two men clothed each other, both reluctant to find themselves confined in clothes again.
\"There\'s still time before daylight. Let\'s try to get some sleep.\"
Vash nodded and yawned, making Wolfwood chuckle. The two found as comfortable a spot as possible on the ground, hands lightly resting on each other, and they quickly fell asleep, content in the closeness of the other.

Meryl staggered away from her hiding place behind a rock, images of what had happened still fresh in her mind. She stumbled over to her sleeping bag and fell to her knees, hands resting limply in her lap as she stared at the floor. she felt a tug on her jacket, and looked over to see a sleepily awake Milly smiling faintly at her.
\"So was Mr.Vash on the bottom like I thought he would be?\"
Meryl gave a faint cry of disbelief and horror.
\"What?!\"
\"well? Was he?\"
\"That...that\'s...OKAY with you?\"
\"Of course,\" Milly chirped, slightly more awake now. \"They are, after all, Mr.Vash and Mr.Priest.\"
\"But...but...\"
\"Don\'t you like Mr.Vash and Mr.Priest?\"
\"not anymore!\"
\"Why not?\"
\"That...that\'s...WRONG.\"
Milly looked perplexed. \"Why? The love each other. Even if they were afraid to act on their feelings until now.\"
\"Why are you so cool with this?! I thought you were supposed to help!\"
\"I did. But they\'re happy with each other.\"
\"I\'m not happy, though!\"
\"Can you be happy with me, instead?\"
Meryl looked quickly over at Milly,and became dizzy from the sudden movement. When her vision cleared, she saw that Milly had turned away from her.
\"What?\"
\"It\'s nothing. You should get back to sleep, Senpai. I think that tomorrow will be just as busy as today was,\" Milly murmured, and, to all appearances, went to sleep.
Meryl was left, torn, confused, and angry, to attempt to fall asleep,but every time she closed her eyes she saw Vash and Wolfwood together, limbs entangled, happiness on their faces. She scowled into the ground and after tossing and turning for an hour and a half finally got to sleep because of sheer exhaustion from the day.

Vash was moving slightly more gingerly the next day, but the smiles he shared with Wolfwood made Milly happy and Meryl scowl. As they headed off, Milly caught up to the two and gave them a happy smile.
\"It took you two long enough,\" she gained a wicked gleam to her eyes, \"and Mr. Vash was on the bottom, wasn\'t he?\"
The two men stared at her in disbelief as she gave them a radiant, knowing smile, before falling back to attempt and console Meryl.
Vash and Wolfwood looked at each other and laughed as they walked on. Perhaps this wouldn\'t be so bad.