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We should get some pizza or somethin'.
[ a sucker is definitely not food, vash! wolfwood's reaching for his phone lazily, but is in no particular hurry to get it done when vash is petting his fuzzy chest and is curled up on him like a cat.
he sighs, pleased and warm and so, so lazy in post-coital bliss, his other hand coming to curl in his hair to stroke through his spiky locks. ]
Before I was jerking myself off to the memory of fucking you?
[ a sucker is definitely not food, vash! wolfwood's reaching for his phone lazily, but is in no particular hurry to get it done when vash is petting his fuzzy chest and is curled up on him like a cat.
he sighs, pleased and warm and so, so lazy in post-coital bliss, his other hand coming to curl in his hair to stroke through his spiky locks. ]
Before I was jerking myself off to the memory of fucking you?
Later, when we feel like getting up. [ he is still somewhat hungry but it's not a pressing need; vash can easily go without food for a while. besides, he's comfortable, and wolfwood is relaxed, why interrupt a good thing? ]
You couldn't have been doing that the entire time I was gone. [ it wasn't that long, but it also wasn't just a quick jaunt down to the store.
vash presses his lips against wolfwood's chest, then bites down gently. ]
You couldn't have been doing that the entire time I was gone. [ it wasn't that long, but it also wasn't just a quick jaunt down to the store.
vash presses his lips against wolfwood's chest, then bites down gently. ]
Well, I did our laundry, and stocked up your favourite donuts in the mini-fridge.
[ wolfwood murmurs, reaching up to tuck vash's hair behind his ears, tracing over the stray locks of it. he hisses when he feels that bite, and he presses into his touch, eyes lidding at the familiar aching pain of it. it's milder, so much milder, and wolfwood wants more. wonders what vash will say if he says he wants him to make it hurt.
maybe that'll ruin the mood.
nuzzling against his jawline, his other hand comes to slide up and down the dip of his waist, lightly pinching in retaliation. he smiles lazily, gently nudging vash's face upwards so they can kiss, slow and affectionate. ]
You like biting, don't ya?
[ wolfwood murmurs, reaching up to tuck vash's hair behind his ears, tracing over the stray locks of it. he hisses when he feels that bite, and he presses into his touch, eyes lidding at the familiar aching pain of it. it's milder, so much milder, and wolfwood wants more. wonders what vash will say if he says he wants him to make it hurt.
maybe that'll ruin the mood.
nuzzling against his jawline, his other hand comes to slide up and down the dip of his waist, lightly pinching in retaliation. he smiles lazily, gently nudging vash's face upwards so they can kiss, slow and affectionate. ]
You like biting, don't ya?
Donuts? [ that does make him perk up, although he's still too lazy to get up in the moment. and he shouldn't rush through them right away when wolfwood was kind enough to restock them.
he squeaks when wolfwood pinches him, then laughs, still grinning when wolfwood kisses him. he feels so comfortable there, snuggled up against wolfwood, and he doesn't want to move away from this moment. ]
I do. [ he confesses to it quietly. vash isn't a possessive person, it's not about that, but he likes seeing those bite marks on wolfwood, likes the way he hisses, and how they're still there for hours, a reminder of what they did together. he hopes wolfwood looks at them and knows he's loved. just like how he appreciates the marks wolfwood leaves when he forgets himself and squeezes his hips tightly or bites him in return.
he hopes they're more pleasurable than anything else wolfwood's been dealt. ] Do you want me to stop?
he squeaks when wolfwood pinches him, then laughs, still grinning when wolfwood kisses him. he feels so comfortable there, snuggled up against wolfwood, and he doesn't want to move away from this moment. ]
I do. [ he confesses to it quietly. vash isn't a possessive person, it's not about that, but he likes seeing those bite marks on wolfwood, likes the way he hisses, and how they're still there for hours, a reminder of what they did together. he hopes wolfwood looks at them and knows he's loved. just like how he appreciates the marks wolfwood leaves when he forgets himself and squeezes his hips tightly or bites him in return.
he hopes they're more pleasurable than anything else wolfwood's been dealt. ] Do you want me to stop?
No.
[ wolfwood says a little too quickly, then manages to say, before it gets too weird. ] No, I don't want you to stop.
[ he tests that assertion out, quietly pleased to know that he means it, as he searches vash's eyes for any sign of discomfort, that he might not like this. he wants more of those marks, he wants to be bruised and marked up and aching, like those times when they get a little too rough with each other before they stop. he loves the faint bruises he'd left on vash, himself, the way he knows vash would carry them with him for the rest of the day.
he smiles, reaching down to vash's inner thigh to where he knows a couple of fading bruises still are, gently brushing over it. ]
I like it when you bite. You could do it harder next time, if you want.
[ wolfwood says a little too quickly, then manages to say, before it gets too weird. ] No, I don't want you to stop.
[ he tests that assertion out, quietly pleased to know that he means it, as he searches vash's eyes for any sign of discomfort, that he might not like this. he wants more of those marks, he wants to be bruised and marked up and aching, like those times when they get a little too rough with each other before they stop. he loves the faint bruises he'd left on vash, himself, the way he knows vash would carry them with him for the rest of the day.
he smiles, reaching down to vash's inner thigh to where he knows a couple of fading bruises still are, gently brushing over it. ]
I like it when you bite. You could do it harder next time, if you want.
Yeah? Okay.
[ wolfwood's fingers are gentle, even when they're rough, but the touch still makes vash shudder. he doesn't like pain, doesn't actively seek it out, and intentional pain in bed would be a mood killer for him. but this isn't pain, even when wolfwood's leaving those marks, even when vash presses down on them later; it's sensation, desperation, the display of needy, human emotions, and a stark reminder of what they did, which vash likes more than he'd ever admit. he feels alive, in ways vash hasn't felt alive, when he's caught in wolfwood's arms.
and while he might not understand why wolfwood would want it harder, firmer, vash can do that for him. he doesn't need to entirely understand in order to accept it, to love this piece of him that wolfwood's sharing. he's been sharing it, in little bits and pieces, but to have him say that means even more. he ducks his head, kissing his neck, and bites there, firm and unrelenting. it'll leave a mark, and vash didn't think too much about where to leave it, so it's entirely likely wolfwood won't be able to cover it up.
(something about that makes him happier than vash likes to acknowledge. he's dangerous, deadly, and wolfwood deserves so much better than this.) ]
[ wolfwood's fingers are gentle, even when they're rough, but the touch still makes vash shudder. he doesn't like pain, doesn't actively seek it out, and intentional pain in bed would be a mood killer for him. but this isn't pain, even when wolfwood's leaving those marks, even when vash presses down on them later; it's sensation, desperation, the display of needy, human emotions, and a stark reminder of what they did, which vash likes more than he'd ever admit. he feels alive, in ways vash hasn't felt alive, when he's caught in wolfwood's arms.
and while he might not understand why wolfwood would want it harder, firmer, vash can do that for him. he doesn't need to entirely understand in order to accept it, to love this piece of him that wolfwood's sharing. he's been sharing it, in little bits and pieces, but to have him say that means even more. he ducks his head, kissing his neck, and bites there, firm and unrelenting. it'll leave a mark, and vash didn't think too much about where to leave it, so it's entirely likely wolfwood won't be able to cover it up.
(something about that makes him happier than vash likes to acknowledge. he's dangerous, deadly, and wolfwood deserves so much better than this.) ]
Hey. They're gonna see that --
[ wolfwood chides him gently, but he's smiling, clearly enjoying the way he kisses and bites, exhaling a pleased sound. his brown eyes are warm, filled with slow-building arousal and delight at just how good it feels. the sting of the bite, the intimacy of it, with the softness of his lips swirl into something that makes wolfwood almost dizzy.
he's marked, too. claimed by this beautiful man in his arms, so soft and so kind out of his own will. he catches glimpses of that danger, the warning that the humanoid typhoon might be the death of him one day, but he doesn't care. to wolfwood, vash is the one person who sees and understands him, who challenges him to be a better man. he's more than the rumors that rage around him, and in this wide, wild world they've found each other and connected so powerfully that wolfwood finds himself addicted to him, drawn so helplessly to this man time after time.
he reaches up to scratch lightly behind his ear in reward, pressing his chest up against him to seal their bodies together. ]
Shortie's gonna ask questions. I'm gonna tell them I was bitten by a wild creature.
[ wolfwood chides him gently, but he's smiling, clearly enjoying the way he kisses and bites, exhaling a pleased sound. his brown eyes are warm, filled with slow-building arousal and delight at just how good it feels. the sting of the bite, the intimacy of it, with the softness of his lips swirl into something that makes wolfwood almost dizzy.
he's marked, too. claimed by this beautiful man in his arms, so soft and so kind out of his own will. he catches glimpses of that danger, the warning that the humanoid typhoon might be the death of him one day, but he doesn't care. to wolfwood, vash is the one person who sees and understands him, who challenges him to be a better man. he's more than the rumors that rage around him, and in this wide, wild world they've found each other and connected so powerfully that wolfwood finds himself addicted to him, drawn so helplessly to this man time after time.
he reaches up to scratch lightly behind his ear in reward, pressing his chest up against him to seal their bodies together. ]
Shortie's gonna ask questions. I'm gonna tell them I was bitten by a wild creature.
[ today's shaping up to be a bad day already. vash is rarely this stubborn about things that don't matter -- and to wolfwood, a plushie left behind in a hotel really doesn't matter, and they're right in the middle of an argument in the backseat of meryl's car. of course, meryl and roberto, ever long-suffering, are silent in the front. ]
-- I'm just saying, you can get another plushie! Why are we going all the way back just for it?
-- I'm just saying, you can get another plushie! Why are we going all the way back just for it?
Because!
[ there's no happy, pleasant smile on vash's face, and his expression shifts from mopey to mulish, lips pressing into a firm line, brows furrowing. his arms, previously folded over his chest, drop to his lap, and he curls his fingers into fists.
he's frustrated and loud because of it, angry in a way he rarely is, and the way wolfwood's digging in doesn't help. the tension in the car is palpable. ]
Why does it matter to you if we have to go back?
[ there's no happy, pleasant smile on vash's face, and his expression shifts from mopey to mulish, lips pressing into a firm line, brows furrowing. his arms, previously folded over his chest, drop to his lap, and he curls his fingers into fists.
he's frustrated and loud because of it, angry in a way he rarely is, and the way wolfwood's digging in doesn't help. the tension in the car is palpable. ]
Why does it matter to you if we have to go back?
[ with that light touch, vash goes boneless, practically melting against wolfwood's chest with a happy sound escaping him. he nuzzles against wolfwood's chest, eyes half-closed, and the thought of possibly doing anything else for the rest of the day is long gone. ]
She'll ask questions about that and worry.
[ it's a sleepy response, only half cognizant. wolfwood is comfortable, and vash feels safe around him, unguarded and open. no one else has ever touched him with half the affection as wolfwood, and vash sinks into that feeling so easily. ]
Next time I'll do it lower.
She'll ask questions about that and worry.
[ it's a sleepy response, only half cognizant. wolfwood is comfortable, and vash feels safe around him, unguarded and open. no one else has ever touched him with half the affection as wolfwood, and vash sinks into that feeling so easily. ]
Next time I'll do it lower.
[ ohhhh he knows the look on that face. it means that vash has dug his heels in for some godforsaken reason. worse: he doesn't even tell him the reason! and why the fuck is he so mad about this? ]
Because is not a reason! Going back means we waste half a day on this!
Because is not a reason! Going back means we waste half a day on this!
Edited 2023-05-17 04:24 (UTC)
[ okay, so it really, really bothers wolfwood that he's so hung up on this mysterious plushie that he's willing to fight with him over it. usually their fights are petty and short-lived, their more serious fights include wolfwood's penchant for killing. this seems to swing into the latter without -- well, without a reason.
and unhelpfully, his brain fills in that reason: maybe it's something precious from someone he'd met along the way. and so, well, it's a growing jealousy that sets in, feeding off of vash's anger. ]
Why doesn't it matter? And don't tell me something shitty like because! We're gonna waste 12 shitty hours on something like this? What the hell, Spikey!
and unhelpfully, his brain fills in that reason: maybe it's something precious from someone he'd met along the way. and so, well, it's a growing jealousy that sets in, feeding off of vash's anger. ]
Why doesn't it matter? And don't tell me something shitty like because! We're gonna waste 12 shitty hours on something like this? What the hell, Spikey!
It's important.
[ that's a good enough reason, isn't it? that it's important to him, something precious and beloved, and he doesn't have it in his bag where it should be. especially since it was a gift from wolfwood. it sheds doubt: was the gift just a joke?
if, perhaps, vash was capable of being rational about the plushie, he could explain, but the absence is keenly felt, and he feels thrown off.
he looks away from wolfwood. ]
Can't believe you're upset that we're going back. Tell me why that matters. It's not like you're paying to charge the truck.
[ that's a good enough reason, isn't it? that it's important to him, something precious and beloved, and he doesn't have it in his bag where it should be. especially since it was a gift from wolfwood. it sheds doubt: was the gift just a joke?
if, perhaps, vash was capable of being rational about the plushie, he could explain, but the absence is keenly felt, and he feels thrown off.
he looks away from wolfwood. ]
Can't believe you're upset that we're going back. Tell me why that matters. It's not like you're paying to charge the truck.
[ wolfwood is bristling. angry vash means mean and petty vash, and this is clearly stage 2 of vash's anger when he lashes out, but that's great, because wolfwood can be mean and petty and lash out, too! ]
And I can't believe that you'd be throwing a tantrum for a stuffed toy. Goddammit. Aren't you more than a hundred years old?
And I can't believe that you'd be throwing a tantrum for a stuffed toy. Goddammit. Aren't you more than a hundred years old?
[ vash's shoulders go stiff and he whips around to look at wolfwood again, anger obliterating everything else. ]
What does my age have to do with anything? Are you so big and tough you can't understand that people like having something comforting with them?
What does my age have to do with anything? Are you so big and tough you can't understand that people like having something comforting with them?
[ oh, this is so absolutely endearing. wolfwood is smiling when vash practically melts into him, and the sound that he makes is so magical; it's like pleasing a purring kitten. he presses kisses to the crown of his head and makes an equally sleepy hum of approval, light fingers trailing over his biceps, then his jaw and cheek to tease. ]
She won't worry. She's smart, you know. She'll figure it out and judge you.
[ he teases him, before nuzzling against the crown of his head and breathing him in. ]
You should bite me again, near where you just did.
She won't worry. She's smart, you know. She'll figure it out and judge you.
[ he teases him, before nuzzling against the crown of his head and breathing him in. ]
You should bite me again, near where you just did.
[ vash jerks forward, stopped only by his seatbelt because he's the only sensible one in the car, but that only hinders for a split second while he unclasps it and shoves into wolfwood's space. ]
Big guy thinks he's so tough because he doesn't need anything like that? Fuck you.
[ vash rarely curses, but he's spitting mad now. mad enough that he lashes out with his fist, punching wolfwood's arm. ]
Big guy thinks he's so tough because he doesn't need anything like that? Fuck you.
[ vash rarely curses, but he's spitting mad now. mad enough that he lashes out with his fist, punching wolfwood's arm. ]
Again? Then she really will figure it out and judge me. [ not that it stops him. he nuzzles against wolfwood's neck and kisses it, sucking long enough to leave a mark before biting down, just next to the first one he left.
he hums against wolfwood's neck, content and happy just to do this. he doesn't bite again but does leave small, soft kisses against his neck. sorry, wolfwood, you're stuck with a sleepy, giant golden retriever now. ]
he hums against wolfwood's neck, content and happy just to do this. he doesn't bite again but does leave small, soft kisses against his neck. sorry, wolfwood, you're stuck with a sleepy, giant golden retriever now. ]
[ oh, that's so unpleasantly new -- vash doesn't swear unless... well, he doesn't swear, and the suddenness of it takes him by surprise and offends him, and he punches him in the arm back!! ]
What the fuck --
[ meanwhile, meryl swerves the car suddenly! turning to head back to the hotel and getting the two children in the back tangled up and scuffling. "hey! no fighting!" ]
What the fuck --
[ meanwhile, meryl swerves the car suddenly! turning to head back to the hotel and getting the two children in the back tangled up and scuffling. "hey! no fighting!" ]
[ the suddenness of the car swerving sends vash sliding into wolfwood, knocking into him with a grunt, his head slamming against wolfwood's face. for a moment, he considers apologizing since that wasn't intentional, but the anger is still there, and he glares at wolfwood as he looks at meryl and roberto in the front.
he mutters, "sorry," to meryl and pushes away from wolfwood as the car speeds up, settling back into his seat, folding his arms over his chest.
(it isn't actually a twelve-hour drive, vash was being dramatic with wolfwood's "half a day's trip" comment, but it feels like forever, the way he's stewing in his anger.) ]
he mutters, "sorry," to meryl and pushes away from wolfwood as the car speeds up, settling back into his seat, folding his arms over his chest.
(it isn't actually a twelve-hour drive, vash was being dramatic with wolfwood's "half a day's trip" comment, but it feels like forever, the way he's stewing in his anger.) ]
[ it doesn't hurt, it absolutely doesn't hurt, except it does and he has a black eye to show for it, and he's too proud to even touch a drop of the serum, stewing in the bruising pain just because he can. he glares right back at him, too proud to demand that apology.
as the ride wears into the next hour, however, he feels his anger fade into something else, something more cognizant of his jealousy. and possibly a bit of guilt, too. because he didn't mean to belittle vash's love for that something he wants so badly -- and if he wants it so badly back, then... well.
and so when the van stops, he's the first one out, stomping into the hotel, with meryl following after with a long-suffering sigh. the manager on duty spots them, and wolfwood goes up to her, ignoring the way her gaze lingers curiously on his black eye. ]
Hey. Has housekeeping picked up a plushie from our room this morning?
as the ride wears into the next hour, however, he feels his anger fade into something else, something more cognizant of his jealousy. and possibly a bit of guilt, too. because he didn't mean to belittle vash's love for that something he wants so badly -- and if he wants it so badly back, then... well.
and so when the van stops, he's the first one out, stomping into the hotel, with meryl following after with a long-suffering sigh. the manager on duty spots them, and wolfwood goes up to her, ignoring the way her gaze lingers curiously on his black eye. ]
Hey. Has housekeeping picked up a plushie from our room this morning?
[ eventually, he stops glaring at wolfwood and glares out the window, too annoyed and upset and still so angry to try and reach out to apologize or explain anything. he puts his seatbelt back on because that's the right thing to do in a car but otherwise refuses to acknowledge anyone.
when they reach the hotel, vash does quietly thank meryl, but before he can untangle himself from his seat, wolfwood and meryl are both out of the car. probably for the best. vash isn't even sure how he'd ask for it.
the manager on duty looks askance at them but she's used to not asking questions. when wolfwood asks, she jerks her thumb toward a large box in the corner, a wooden sign saying "lost and found" hanging over it. ]
If housekeeping did, it'd be in there. Lemme check if they've already cleaned it.
[ she disappears into the back for a minute to talk to someone, reappearing shortly after. ] They've already been through your rooms, so if you left anything, it's in the box.
when they reach the hotel, vash does quietly thank meryl, but before he can untangle himself from his seat, wolfwood and meryl are both out of the car. probably for the best. vash isn't even sure how he'd ask for it.
the manager on duty looks askance at them but she's used to not asking questions. when wolfwood asks, she jerks her thumb toward a large box in the corner, a wooden sign saying "lost and found" hanging over it. ]
If housekeeping did, it'd be in there. Lemme check if they've already cleaned it.
[ she disappears into the back for a minute to talk to someone, reappearing shortly after. ] They've already been through your rooms, so if you left anything, it's in the box.
[ ...welp, the box it is. when wolfwood goes over to the box, meryl comes along beside him, sparing a pointed, but quiet comment: "you know why he's so upset, right?" ]
Yeah, because of a fuckin' stupid toy some stupid person gave t--
[ "so glad you said that. you gave that to him, you idiot undertaker. a few months ago at the fair." meryl tells him exasperatedly, and when it sinks in, it's almost like a weight on his shoulders, a guilt that seats itself deep, deep, especially when he recognises it now, the small, grey rabbit plushie sitting in the box. it looks loved, a little lumpy in places where it'd been held or stuffed in one place too long. meryl punches the arm vash punched, annoyed.
"how are you so stupid? how did you even forget that?"
at this point, wolfwood doesn't even retaliate as he takes in the bunny plushie in his hand, god, he really deserves that one. ahhh, fuck. ]
Yeah, because of a fuckin' stupid toy some stupid person gave t--
[ "so glad you said that. you gave that to him, you idiot undertaker. a few months ago at the fair." meryl tells him exasperatedly, and when it sinks in, it's almost like a weight on his shoulders, a guilt that seats itself deep, deep, especially when he recognises it now, the small, grey rabbit plushie sitting in the box. it looks loved, a little lumpy in places where it'd been held or stuffed in one place too long. meryl punches the arm vash punched, annoyed.
"how are you so stupid? how did you even forget that?"
at this point, wolfwood doesn't even retaliate as he takes in the bunny plushie in his hand, god, he really deserves that one. ahhh, fuck. ]
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