Tags| Established relationship, Nicholas D. Wolfwood/ Vash the stampede, Vash is Eriks, Fluff, Millions Knives mentioned, Non-sexual intimacy
Eriks only had one job; one responsibility; stay as low profiled and as little trouble for everyone as he could be. Though it wasn’t difficult enough to be a job, for Eriks, the covers he needed to slide out from under were as heavy as bricks. The sunlight that usually healed him had now became too hot and too bright, like lava on his scarred skin. His right and only hand ran through dirty blond streaks, jet black ones hiding underneath. His breath was undetectable, heartbeat even moreso. Still the dirty blond sat up in his borrowed bed, as still and unwavering as a statue. Silence greeted him without any consolation, an uninvited guest that Eriks couldn’t find himself to kick out.
That was, until a certain someone decided to do it for him.
“In here? Ok, thank you doll.”
Mummers of voices were being held outside of the door, a voice that didn’t belong there caught Eriks attention. From behind the orange lenses he peered, the wooden plate being pushed open and then slammed closed out of pure strength and not aggression. “..Eriks, huh?” The grainy voice broke through silence, along with unnecessary shuffling done by large objects and stuff garments. “So this is where you’ve been hiding.” The voice didn’t greet Eriks with excitement or warmth, no, the voice greeted Eriks as if he should have known it would be coming.
“…”
“After all this time you’ve nothing you want to say to me? That’s surprising, hah.” The figure that the voice belonged to shuffled about the room until finally landing at Eriks bed, sitting promptly beside him. With this, the man’s face leaned closer, comfortably close, hardly a few inches away from Eriks’. “You can’t hide here forever, y’know if i found you there’s no doubt what you’re hiding from will.” His breath reeked of nicotine, but unlike the sun it was affectionately warm, enveloping Eriks almost immediately. Eriks did not back away; if anything the blond grew closer to the ravenette. “Wolfwood.. I don’t want them to hurt anyone else.”
“Then protect them tongari.” Wolfwood advised this as if it was obvious, his eyes never once leaving Eriks. “They don’t want to be protected, it should never have come to them to begin with..”
“If it hadn’t, they wouldn’t be here to begin with. Isn’t that right?”
Eriks could feel his heartbeat slow to a stop, though no body else could. No body but Wolfwood. The smoke that the ravenette blew rolled gently onto Eriks’ lips. When he next opened his mouth to speak, he choked on it, pulling away and covering his mouth. Wolfwood grinned, a few snickers rolling out of him just as easily as the smoke had. He hadn’t noticed before but the blond had been missing an arm, a very important one. “Hey, where’d this go?” He lifted the shoulder belonging to the missing arm, as if looking would help him better understand why it was that way.
“It’s here. I put it away.” Eriks was able to reply quietly, still wiping the tears from choking out of his tired eyes. Wolfwood lowered his sunglasses before completely taking them off, and suddenly the distance between them had been forcefully closed; the blond’s collar was gripped at tightly, pulling him even closer as they ate away at eachother softly. Eriks had simply melted into the motions, eyes closed without another thought behind them, his hand found their shoulder and so that’s where it stayed. Meanwhile Wolfwood had gripped at the blond’s hip and the back of their head, sweaty black hair sticking to his fingers. Eriks had felt Wolfwoods snaggle-tooth poke at his lower lip, both of their stubbles prodding and sticking the other. Chapped lips on nicotine stained ones overlapped eachother with fervor, growing never tired. Wolfwood was the first to pull away as he needed oxygen more easily than the other did, a thin bridge of saliva connecting them to each other. “So Vash, this is where you’ve been hiding..” breathed Wolfwood, never taking his sights off of Vash lest he attempts to run away again.
“Wolfwood..” This time, the ravenette’s name was muttered with certainty, as if Vash had found home; however, it was home that had found him. “You found me.” smirked the plant, sliding his hand to Wolfwood’s gruff cheek.
The priest had taken his gunman into another rough kiss, planting Vash’s body into the mattress as kisses were peppered messily onto his lips. Their hands intertwined, as did their lips and souls, the sunlight seeming just a bit cooler as Wolfwood was around.
A few hard knocks at the wooden door had startled the two, Wolfwood being the first to pull away once more and sit upright onto the bed. Vash, too lost and weary to have noticed until later, simply stared up at Wolfwoods exposed chest, realizing just how long it had been since he’s seen it.
“Is everything alright in there?” a younger voice called into the room, Wolfwood being the one to respond after a glance to Vash. “Yeah, just catching up with Eriks.”
“Everything is alright, Lina.” Eriks replied to the child, sitting up under Wolfwood. His voice quieter now, he explained this to his company. “She grew particularly protective over me, haha.. She’s a good kid, a bit rough but good.”
“Breakfast is ready Eriks!” she finally announced before turning around and audibly hopping away.
“Breakfast is ready Wolfwood.” Eriks smiled to the priest, comfortably leaning onto his suit’s shoulder. Wolfwood grunted, flicking Vash’s forehead. “Not hungry yet. You needa start packing.” He closed his eyes in thought, considering lighting another cigarette. “Packing?” Vash repeated, shoulders lowering in confusion.
“Well yeah, I need yer help with somethin. You’re not staying here forever, anyway.” Wolfwood stood finally and allowed Vash
time to do just that, until the blond had gripped onto his suit sleeve. “Nico I-.. I don’t know if I can.. 2 years is just a blink for me but for everyone else.. I don’t know if I can…” Vash trailed off, his eyes following in dejection.
If Wolfwood hadn’t been a seasoned professional in plant-ism, then he wouldn’t have known about a weakness that even the alias Eriks couldn’t hide. Vash’s chin was grabbed by rough fingers, resting in an equally rough, tanned palm.
“mmnnh.. Nico..” the plant purred under Wolfwood’s attention, blush suddenly flooding the pale cheeks in like water color. His resolve had weakened in the span of a few seconds, not even a drop of resistance left in the blond.
“Still the same, Tongari. Here’s your gun.” Wolfwood handed the weapon to the weakened plant carefully, their hands holding one another as the cool metal separated them.
“There’s another thing, Nicholas.”
“I know.”
For a moment the two share their thoughts through only eye contact, the brushes of Wolfwood’s hands on Vash, and the silence of No Man’s Land. “I’m sorry I hadn’t told you sooner.”
“Don’t be Nico. I already figured as much..” With a smile not much different than the one he held before, Vash pecked Wolfwood’s jaw softly, slowly. With that he could feel his heartbeat, he could feel how fast the priest’s heartbeat was since the beginning, but now that the truth had come out solemnly between them it was even quicker.
“I knew you couldn’t find it in yourself to hate, not even after something like this.”
“I knew that Nai would do all he could to deliver unto me pain, and this was.. only the most sensible thing he could do, yeah?” Vash was uncertain but trusting of Wolfwood, despite knowing his affiliation with his own brother and the purpose of their meeting. Wolfwood lowered himself back onto the blond, regaining his lips and tongue as if to say sorry. Their kiss was prolonged and grew hotter, the warmth that entangled them both once more into eachothers grasp now blazing hot; that heat was loving and hungry, overwhelming but so much so that they had to face it. That heat couldn’t be held back anymore. Wolfwood’s tongue danced with Vash’s, rubbing and prodding at his teeth and mouth whilst his grip on his collar tightened. Vash held on to Wolfwood’s cheek and chest, the passionate flush returning to their cheeks as it had done years before.
“Eriks!!! Your breakfast is getting cold!!” Lina shouted, her grandmother behind her clearly scolding but quietly.
The two jumped and pulled away, deciding finally that it was time to leave this home. “Go eat your breakfast…” muttered Nicholas, wiping his mouth clean with the dorsal side of his hand. “Of course of course haha..! I just have a few things to do and we can be on the road..” Vash awkwardly made his way to the door, opening it to see a rowdy Lina in the distance and her grandmother, holding her back from the door and shouting something about respecting adults. “Sorry to keep you guys waiting, let’s eat!”
Wolfwood listened carefully to the voice he missed, listening as its warmth and goofiness fizzled out into the other room. Maybe Vash would have been happier here where he couldn’t hurt anyone, but Wolfwood knew that it wouldn’t have lasted for long. He gathered a final glimpse of the room before picking up his Mercy and leaving, the door slightly ajar behind him. Heavy footsteps made way to the kitchen, and upon getting there he spotted Eriks with grain and something else all over his face, and a pouty Lina. “What in the..”
“Nico!! Thank god!”
Whatever it was Vash wanted to rope the ravenette into, he’d be glad to get into trouble this time around.
Tags| Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolwood, Established relationship, Vashcest, Trigun Stampede, Trigun Maximum, Vash has plant-like genitalia, fingering, penetration
“So you’re me, but not me?”
Vash the Stampede lowered his orange glasses, taking a long but friendly gander at what was supposed to be his Stampede counterpart.
“Ahh.. Yes! I believe so haha..” Vash, lowering his guard around himself, put out his hand for the other to shake.
“Ain’t this weird..” Wolfwood spoke under his breath, a cloud of smoke accompanying it. “Can’t be the weirdest thing happening in this place.” Stampede Wolfwood muttered back, clearly irritated at the situation unlike his counterpart.
“Well we should all stay together! We can drink and have a good time, nothing beats having yourself as company right?” Maximum Vash immediately wrapped his arm around the other’s shoulder, both of them puppy-like and excited to hang out.
Smirking, Maximum Wolfwood copied this, both arms wrapping around both Vash’s whilst he stood behind them. “Hell yeah, now we’re talking a party.”
“I’m getting my own room,” Stampede Wolfwood turned on his heels, leaving to go do so with impatience in his voice. “Is that guy always a dick?” Wolfwood turned to the shorter Vash, his face closer than anything the plant had experienced from his Wolfwood. “Oh-.. Nico isn’t that bad, he’s a nice guy I promise, I can tell.” The blond smiled at both Maximum men, those two looking at eachother then at him. “Whatever you say needle-junior.” Wolfwood followed his counterpart but stayed close to Vash, his hands relaxed in his pockets while the two blonds yapped away to one another.
Eventually the four men made it to the hotel, and just as they planned to convince Wolfwood to join them in a room, they’d found out he already got one for himself. “Man that guys troublesome.”
“That guy’s you!” Maximum Vash didn’t forget to remind his Wolfwood of that, laughing while doing so. “Let’s gettt this room next to him, yeah?” Stampede Vash agreed to this with a nod, and Wolfwood had no objections while the taller plant grabbed the key and led the way.
The three of them settled down into their room, with both plants on the edge of the bed and Wolfwood in a chair near them. They’d already opened their bottles and had been chatting away, that was until Stampede Vash decided to call it a night and shower. “I usually don’t have anyone to stay up this late with, I’ve gotta head to bed,” flushed and slumped, he wobbled his way to the bathroom, “You guys keep it going- I’m covered in dirt ahahahaha.!”
Vash and Wolfwood waved the shorter blond off, still having a good time despite the lack of a third member. Wolfwood took his spot next to Vash now, grunting as he got up and sat down. “Tongari I don’t think there’s any way in hell I could fabricate meeting you and me all over again hah’,”
He leaned closer to the plant out of habit, and Vash had no objections to his personal space being invaded by Wolfwood. “I honestly didn’t think they were telling the truth at first, but that guy knows almost everything about me! I guess he’s from a different period of my life- like the past!” Vash continued to snicker and giggle as he said this, leaning right back into Wolfwood. “Since the kid’s in the shower,” Started Nicholas, his intentions now clear with his lips hovering just above Vash’s, “Nico..”.
Within seconds they were both pulled into a drunk, hot kiss; Vash’s eyes closed and Wolfwood’s lidded. He gripped at the back of the plant’s neck, pulling him closer and tilting his head. The kiss deepened, hardly a few seconds of pulling away between them as Wolfwood claimed every part of Vash’s mouth with just his tongue. The plant was pinned to the bed, Wolfwood’s hand holding both of Vash’s above his head; the other unbuttoned his long red coat, being able to do so with speed now because of practice. With every kiss, Vash’s face got just a bit hotter, his eternally slow heartbeat speeding up almost to that of normal human pace, “aAh..- mmfh- Nico.~ ..Nico, mmore..” Vash purred into Nicholas’ mouth, drool dripping down both of their chins and connecting them when they pulled apart. Wolfwood pulled Vash’s jacket off swiftly and his pants followed, the sleeveless turtleneck now being the only thing on the plant. “Shhh, I’ve got you Vash, I’ll give it to you angel.” The priest growled lowly, his forefinger and middle pressing down on Vash’s petals until they bloomed with a pale blue nectar that seeped into the sheets. His stamens were rubbed along and carefully arranged, revealing his same blue colored stigma; Wolfwood prodded and rubbed circles about the pearl, Vash’s noises now pouring out of him as he whimpered and begged. “p-please Nico- hAhhh ♡!~ uuhhf- Hhhah.. mmah.. aah- hhAh-!..~” His hips rolled into the priest’s hand, feathers lifting off of his cheeks until in a flurry, a set of wings poofed up from his temples. “wWolfwood..~ wolfwoodd..!~”
“Angel..” Nicholas had gotten what he was looking for and now ruffled his lips and nose into the feathery mass, kissing and licking the base of the wing while with his clean hand massaging the other. “aAaHH—!!~ nnO- Wof..- Nico..!! ♡~ hhf- aah- i-icant ..~ nniCo—!” The plant melted into the sheets, his gaze lidded before then turning to a blushing and shirtless Vash behind them.
“..mmh-! Nico- Nico, turn..~”
“..?” Wolfwood took a moment to do as told, but when he had, his gaze was sharp and focused on the figure behind them.
“I- Oh gosh I’m sorry.. I can go to Nico’s room if..” His voice lowered to silence, Wolfwood approaching him seeming to intimidate him while he took a step back. “um.”
— . • ° • . • ☆
Stampede Vash whimpered, huffing quietly with a cross tied to his mouth as a gag. Both of his hands were tied above his head, chest exposed with all of its scars and plant-markings glowing. “hh—fh.. mh-.. nmmf..-“
The plant whimpered from behind his gag, drooling and flushed at all of his plump areas while two men looked on hungrily.
“So cute.. I call first dibs.” Cooed Vash, hovering over his counterpart before slapping his exposed heat with three fingers repeatedly, slick connecting the digits to the flower-like cunt. “Is that good, puppy?” Vash smirked, every little flick of his wrist earning a whine and jolt out of the writhing blond.
Wolfwood stepped up, thumb tracing down Vash’s adam’s apple while his other traced about his hardened nipple. “Really, he’s so cute.” Concurred Nicholas, playing the plant just right while desperate and muffled bodies poured out from that gag.
All three men jumped however, quickly turning around only to be met by Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Stampede.
“What the Fuck is going on in here—?..” wide eyed, Nicholas stepped aside, eyes fixated on the flowering plant bound to the bed.
“N-Nico..?—“ Vash’s face really lit up then, red as wine while his blue eyes widened.
“…Vash…” Nicholas replied, paying no mind to both of the perpetrators that stared him down.
“Uh ohh…” Started Maximum Vash, flicking his hand clean while holding onto his Wolfwood’s arm. “We’ll go stay in your room, good luck!” The two snaked their way out of the bedroom and into the one next door, closing their door while they were at it.
Wolfwood stood there baffled; the scene in front of him was one he wasn’t sure he was allowed to see. Knowing Vash’s brother, he would be extremely displeased to find this out; however, Nicholas didn’t really give a shit when he stopped to think about it. Vash, the clingy blond immortal who he’s been resisting all this time, was now tied up, gagged, exposed, and whimpering his name, what kind of fool would he be to resist?
“Vash.. what was happening in-..” he pauses short of seeing the gag, stepping between their legs and swiping his thumb across his lower lip. “Tch. Do you want this?” Wolfwood’s gravelly but high voice fell unusually flat, a result of his self control. He knew that Vash could easily leave the situation had he wanted to, but he also knew how Vash was too pacifistic to do such a thing by force.
Vash stared up at Nicholas, not entirely against the idea while also being too uncertain to outright say it. Instead, he opened his thighs more, cheek pressing against the sheets while his plant markings shined brighter. A gentle hum compelled Nicholas, his rough and tanned hands running up Vash’s pale, cold skin tauntingly. He found Vash’s petals, running fingertips along the translucent blue slick before pressing further, unfurling each tightly bound stamen before prodding at two things: Vash’s stigma with his thumb, and his slicked entrance with his index finger. Vash lamented unto the gag lewd and erotic whines, his breath hitching while his scarred chest heaved. “mmn— hhAh—.. ♡ ~ hh—nngh..—~ nniCo-!.. hAahh- nico..-!” Even when muffled by the gag Nicholas could discern Vash calling his name, and it excited him.
The same humming from before compelled Wolfwood to dip his fingers into the body of divinity below him, finger pads immediately meeting and touching familiar marks.
“…The marks are.. on the inside too..?” Thought Wolfwood, pushing and curling his digits into the angelic mass.
Sad puppy eyes looked up at the priest, tears lining the lower lashes; his thighs trembled while his hips rolled forward, meeting the base of Wolfwood’s fingers repeatedly. He spread his fingers and scissored, spreading Vash in the process.
The plant’s back arched slightly with this, pathetic groans pouring out of him.
— ☆ —
Maximum Vash and Wolfwood both leaned against the thin walls, hearing just about everything that was going on.
“Good thing he finally came in.. we would’ve had to finish the job.”
“Agreed.” Hummed Nicholas, groping Vash’s ass roughly.
The blond looked up at him, both unimpressed and mildly entertained. “Welp, we should probably stop listening like some sand worms!” He plopped down onto the bed, dragging Nicholas down with him. “Come ‘ere..” muttered the blond, arms wrapped around his partner while he kissed and nudged at his tanned, prickly throat.
— ☆ —
Meanwhile, Vash bounced with every thrust into his body, Wolfwood’s length filling him from rim to hilt. “n—Nico-!! hhf- aah-! aAa— hh..- NicO!..~” rhythmic moans poured out of Vash as the gag was now removed, his hands gripping the sheets under him tightly though still bound.
Nicholas on the other hand, thrusted forward with as much power as he could, the restraint he had to have for those weeks of traveling together now fizzling away like bubbles in opened soda.
The markings tightened around his length, his heart rapidly beating and breath inconsistent; tufts of black, sandy hair bounced with his thrusts, framing his scruffy face coated with a thin layer of sweat.
The plant imitated orgasm, his body heating and throbbing, “Nicholas..— Aaa-h..!~” His eyes fluttered to a close, mind fogged over with an indescribable high with shaking, jerking hips.
Wolfwood, despite the lack of words, could tell from the increase in Vash’s noises that something different was happening. Both boys were virgins with opposing life spans, yet with unfamiliar feelings they were able to read each other’s bodies well enough to work wordlessly.
Nicholas’s body had reached that point around the same time as Vash, both men releasing unto eachother their—in Vash’s case—secretions. As it touched and surrounded Wolfwood’s manhood, his tire had suddenly gone away, nearly instantaneously the constant pain ailing his body had left him. He was healed.
“Vash.. “ Started Nicholas, lowering his voice upon seeing the spent blond however. He would have asked what the goop and the flower thing was about, but all that mattered was the soft, priceless expression latent on the plant’s face.
“Nico…” breathed Vash, chest heaving and glowing; weakly he rolled onto his side, arms still bound and now asking for freedom. Wolfwood complied, untying his wrists and getting rid of the rope about his bare body. Immediately his hands were navigated to Nicholas’s shoulders, pulling the brawny priest into bed beside him. Nicholas complied to this as well, nervous but tired, laying his hands at Vash’s hips comfortably. Nearly instinctually.
Vash had no words for Nicholas yet, cheeks flushed and eyes fluttering closed with enough passing minutes. Once more his heartbeat returned to once but a few minutes, and his markings had dimmed. Nicholas pressed a kiss into the blond fluff, pulling a blanket over his naked body before spotting a towel so graciously left behind by their counterparts. “Of course…” Groaned Nicholas, eyeing the wall with a feeling of being listened to. Ignoring that however, he wiped down Vash’s inner thighs, cleaning up his own soon after. The light was shut off, and Vash’s markings had now unfortunately been seen once more. Nicholas didn’t mind, rather he was fond of the hum by now, crawling into the bed beside Vash before closing his eyes for the rest of the night.
— ☆ —
Vash and Wolfwood had fallen asleep in eachothers arms, since listening to their counterparts had been excruciatingly tiring. They both snored and didn’t mind the other’s snoring, just drunken and clingy, moreso Vash holding on to Wolfwood’s waist while the brunette gripped Vash’s head in a hug. The four drifted off into the world of dreams, each comforted by their own ideals and soulmates.
It’s been terribly long and I apologize. However, I made the decision to work on original projects rather than fanfiction. I will continue to post whatever fandoms I enjoy or what is requested of me, but my hiatus is largely due to my own projects. As such, I return with a question for every and anyone in relation to my current work:
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