To Glow

WolfwoodxVash. Yaoi/Oral Un-betaed. Vash carries a burn that has to be let out.

To Glow


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"Tongari, your neck is reacting"


I pulled a deep smoke and waited his reply. Dread was readily apparent on his face as he touched soft and beating appendages being born out of a side of his collarbone up to his jaw. I looked away feeling curiously composed, more concerned about intruding. I heard the wince on his voice "It's probably nothing, they do this sometimes"


"Do you know why?" Another drag and I met the seizing green of his eyes.


"No, I... It might be his doing or just me, I guess" He smiled mortified back at me, strangely expectant "You don't really mind, do you Wolfwood?"


It did make me uncomfortable for his sake, at myself for obvious reasons. I averted my gaze, waited and answered as cautiously as I could. "Don't think any of it, that just might be what he’s after”


The way his eyes betray the fickle smile he plasters on his face makes for a really sobering display every time, doing nothing to reassure me. "I really don't know, it does feel different this time". I could only make an attempt to keep my hands and fingers from trembling.


He’s but a naïve fool that tries too damn hard and I am just as hopeless, knowing no better.


We’d been up the dunes some days by then, hauling our asses across rock and sand just out of being sent away from Carcasses. We suffered scorching heat while moving and harsh desert nights without roll or cover. I had only my smokes going for me with Vash so miserable and restless, spurting and receding feathers in a heartbeat the whole time.


I could tell by sense alone it was different from when he sulks and comes around. He was unnaturally strained; eyes that drifted away constantly or stared at me intently by turns, erratic strides, tossing and turning at night and for the entire time we’d stop. I’d rather have him be his regular obnoxious self so I yelled at him and then some once he tripped and fell on his forehead, drawing blood “What the hell’s the matter with you, fix this right now goddamit!” and knocked him further with the punisher until he calmed down. He tried to appease me with some amusing sounds and faces, but did relax briefly after I fixed his wound with alcohol and a piece of torn canvas, going around the beginnings of soft white fluff being born with his eyes still and unreadable on me.


Later, six smokes or so down the road, it suddenly occurred to me that it all might have to do with how he’s been wandering off late at night, leaving his gun for the dunes. Not that I’d mind him jerk off next to me, would be thrilled actually, but the hell I'd tell him that. Soon enough I had Vash catch up and match my pace, red coat flapping and stirring against his frame . I drank the sight of sweat in his handsome jaw and the luscious contours of his thighs and back from under my sunglasses. I cradled another smoke to my lips to keep from fidgeting, to ease the craving I hold for him in my hands and mouth.


The sway of the punisher had soothed me for a while by then, made me daydream about soft lumps under Vash’s bodysuit and a trail of feathers behind us on golden sand, when he shouted me from the border of a hill for water and directions as I had cut earlier out of the track. “Don’t play dumb, you have a compass with you, keep on straight,” I told him. “Are you sure we are not better off by the trail, Wolfwood?” he asked in mock distrust but it did tick me off so I spent the following ten minutes with a map extended between us, placating all doubts about my navigational skills and cursing his insufferable existence out loud. He had the nerve to appear content, amused even, after our bickering, and I could only wonder how the way we get along so easily with each other makes it all the more painful.

I know you have guessed enough and I can’t say I’m proud: a callous demon, pushed by impotence, by choice, into gunfire, betrayal and despair. Don’t call me your friend, don't allow me the intimacy I so desire; I am damned, borrowing time for the sake of the only home I ever knew, and the games we play will only burn us both. You have already given me enough hope to last me out of anything as it is, and still, it remains that you are all the cards I have to play, Tongari


We finally made it to town and landed on a rundown old guesthouse where we had a floor to ourselves. Once in my room I loosed the jacket, chain-smoked and stared at the twin suns as they waned. Vash showed up later with dinner trays that had been long overdue, as we both had been running on nothing for a while by then. He was awfully uneasy, his breathing a little too fast with eyes constantly drifting away, glowing strangely under the dim light. He retreated to his own room swiftly enough, assuring me it was weariness and dehydration, and it had been the case before so I dropped it.


Night fell soon enough and I could finally exhale, kick off the shoes and loose the muscles in my shoulders and back. Once on bed I entered the dreamlike consciousness in which I usually rest, thought of him and moaned. The urge wouldn’t leave me and I have to get rest when I can, so I decided to entertain thoughts of him until the hunger lessened for the night. Easily enough I pictured scarred naked skin, blonde hair and demanding limbs around me as I stroked myself against the mattress. Suddenly, my mind was fogged and I saw an incredible glow, a light I couldn’t explain, and felt the illusion of being called from somewhere. The ambience in the room changed, but I couldn’t wake myself up. It was the pressure, it had been growing, and it wanted to knock me down completely. ‘He is in his room struggling with something’ I realized and became alert, made my heartbeats and breathing faster, pushed and awoke.


When I pounded his door there was raw electricity coming out in waves “Tongari! Open this damn door!” I steeled myself, kicked the lock open and entered.


I found him half naked and glowing, knees on the floor, his right arm halfway transformed drawn out on the bed and thousand of feathers emerging from it and flickering alive. His voice was tearing, the most distraught I’d ever heard him, "Wolfwood! I didn’t though... I’ll take care of this!" He twisted but I could still make out the movements of his prosthesis, reaching for his breeches, caressing the outsides of his swelling. There was shame in his eyes, and he shut them close to desperation. "Don't see", he pleaded, faltering. It startled me greatly, just then, when I figured out how Vash took care of the flow within him.


Beyond horrified, I was painfully aroused. It was both a blessing like I couldn’t believe and a curse; I couldn't hold back now that he had to do with me.


I was over him and pulled him on the bed by his chest, propping his arm so to aim upwards. He howled and kicked me, astonished, and trembled. I gripped his shoulders, tucked my head closer and placed my lips to his ear, "You need to get off, right? I'll take care of it, Tongari". I felt my mouth search the scar tissue in his neck, and when I did kiss him his head rolled back and his throat quivered with a low moan. I felt my erection twitch to his voice, my hands aching in anticipation. Beneath my fingers he felt strong and supple, the skin of his throat and chest delicious, his nipples inflamed in my mouth and his scars so tender and painful when I claimed them for myself. I couldn’t be impersonal with the sharp heat between us; he was whimpering, so feverish that when I brushed his erection he cried urgently, his voice high and raw, the magnitude of his pent up burning becoming apparent.


I wanted to whisper hotly to him, stroke my erection against his, pretend we were lovers, but at least I would show him how much I….


I moved down his body and caressed the skin below his navel, he struggled briefly but I wouldn’t have his reserves with his gate an ominous sight between us. “Close your eyes” I said and took the globes of his ass in both my hands, nuzzling his member with my nose, until he writhed and panted on the bed before me. I worked his front and released him; his member was about my size, circumcised, proud in its nest of blond curls and my mouth watered as I sucked the tip, the weight and smell of him so erotic. Yeah, this was what I wanted: his sex and his soul bared and his passion. When I mouthed his length, he moaned seductively and rolled his hips forward, rocking closer to me. My lips touched the veins of his shaft while my tongue circled the border of his head, flicking the tip, as he pulsated on my mouth. His hand was on my hair, sudden and encouraging, so I complied and started getting him off earnestly, one palm warming his shaft while my mouth was up and down the border of his head and below, tongue working him and fingers squeezing soft engorged testicles. I drew out his orgasm for as long as I could, when his body grew taut, glowed thoroughly and he screamed his release. I feared him hiding his eyes from me, so I didn't dare search his face. His member convulsed in my mouth and, if anything, his violent release was entirely my own so I savored his abundant cum while there was still light in the back of my eyelids. When it was over I rested my head on his thigh, shaky.


Vash settled, arm transfixed again to normality, and everything became pitch black. His long scarred fingers found my head and traced the curve of my ear lazily, almost as an afterthought. My breath stopped. On the edge of unconsciousness his left leg embraced my torso and his hand lingered on my head. He must have noticed when I brought myself to orgasm right there, jacking off furiously to his affectionate limb, ready to burst and the pleasure so steady and fast to rise and coil from where my hand stroked. I saw that damning glow in my head again and came hard in long inside-jarring spurts, unable to stop myself from biting his thumb. Realization, heavy and sweet, opened my soul raw; my chest contracted and tears prickled.


The half coin I bear close to my heart has been his since forever.

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Author Notes:


English is not my native language so I would appreciate any correction or advice that could be given to me as I prolly blasted tenses and whatnot along the way.

I really can’t believe this is the first WxV I’ve ever posted, as I’ve followed the pairing since always and have a couple unfinished pieces from years and years ago. I am playing with the idea of a sequel to this one here, even thou I don’t promise anything.

At least I want everyone to know there is a fan that still obsesses about this series, now that the manga recently ended in US, the same as the first time I saw the anime almost seven or eight years ago. :D