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It's been a hard couple of days. The last town they passed had given them the wrong directions and now they were stuck in the middle of nowhere and Vash is pretty sure they had passed that sand dune before. He squints as he scans the horizon, looking for anything that could be a town or a city as the suns set low on the horizon.
"Do you see anything?" He called over his shoulder to Wolfwood. Vash's voice was barely audible to himself, much less over the whipping wind and sand as they drove.
Vash, never one to be ignored, untangled his long limbs from the cramped sidecar, sitting up and leaning over to Wolfwood as he drives. The whole bike swerved as Vash shifted the weight suddenly.
"I SAID DO YOU SEE ANYTHI-" A foot was planted in the middle of Vash's face, cutting him off. Wolfwood shoved him back down in the sidecar as he straightened out Angela.
"Fucking CHRIST Vash! You could've caused us to crash!!" Wolfwood snapped back at him. Vash, landing in his seat wrong, had his long legs overhanging the sides, having to pick up his feet for them not to drag in the sand. He struggled to sit himself back up, flashing his smile and laughing.
"Yeah but we didn't crash! No need to be so mean about it!" He straightened himself up in the sidecar, taking extra time to situate himself after Wolfwood flashed him another glare when the bike's wheels wobbled as he moved.
"Jeez Wolfwood, I was just wondering if you see anything. It's getting dark and I don't want to spend another night out here." He punctuated the last bit with a pout and his arms crossed.
He couldn't help when a smile cracked across his face again when he saw Wolfwood roll his eyes and slowed the bike down. Pulling to a complete stop on the side of a decently sized sand dune. He gave one last look around before slinging his leg over Angela's seat, the sand shifting under his weight.
"Nope. Doesn't look like there's anything for iles." Wolfwood sighed out as he started to pull their supplies off the bike.
Vash groaned, his head dropping back dramatically against the headrest of the sidecar. He managed to untangle himself a second time, peeling out of the seat without much more complaining. As soon as he stood up he reached for the sky, his shoulders and back popped as he stretched.
Wolfwood glanced up in amazement that the idiot was still wearing that damn red coat. Wolfwood's jacket had been stuffed in one of the bags just as the suns hit their highest point during the day. His white undershirt, now more tan due to the sand and dirt, was opened almost down to his navel and drenched in sweat. He pretends not to catch Vash's gaze lingering a little too long on his exposed chest as Vash pulls his arm across his chest to continue stretching. He definitely pretends that he didn't see the blush that grew on his cheeks as his eyes raked further down and stopped just at his pants line. After all, that blush could be from anything, it was a hot day and they've been traveling for most of it.
Wolfwood smirked and tried not to let it go to his head. To think that someone who has a reputation like Vash would find him even remotely attractive was a fun thought but nothing more. They had been traveling together for the better part of seven odd months, Wolfwood had seen Vash chase girl after girl and helped wrap whatever injury they gave him as a deterrent. He'd seen Vash flirt with just about everybody who was around, and now that he thinks of it, he could remember a few times that Vash was awfully friendly to some men while particularly drunk once or twice. Then again, Vash puked, passed out, and then puked again before anything ever came of those situations.
Wolfwood rolled his eyes at the memory, grabbing the tarp they had and started to set it up. He fixed up their makeshift tent to protect them from the worst of the sand and wind. It was just barely big enough for both of them to lay under it, even then Vash and his stupid long legs poked out some. They fell into their routine. As Wolfwood set up the tent, Vash pulled the water container off the back of the bike, refilling both of their canisters. They both shared an uneasy glance as the container dripped slowly. Vash's canister was barely half full when the drip finally stopped. Wolfwood still had some left in his from the day, but before he could say anything, Vash was already splitting the water as evenly as he could between the two of them. The bleeding heart on that guy. He found himself rolling his eyes again as he shook his head a bit.
Vash handed Wolfwood his canister back and started digging through their bags for the kindling to make a small fire, pulling out the last of their canned food as he went. By the time the small fire was set up and they had eaten their fill of canned stew, the moons were high in the sky. One just barely a sliver and the other barely half full, causing the whole desert to be a freezing cold void, save for their fire of course.
It wasn't long before both of them curled up next to each other in the tent. Having no choice but to be touching as even laying shoulder to shoulder caused their small tent to bulge on the sides. Luckily, after months of traveling together, especially after the last week lost in this desert, they both were unconcerned by the close proximity, opting to lay back to back. The closeness actually helped keep some of the cold away as the fire slowly died out at their feet. Their shared thin blanket was much more useful at keeping the sand off than heat in any way. Normally, Wolfwood would be the first to pass out, if Vash hadn't been drinking that is, but he found it hard to stop thinking about the way Vash had been staring at him. He had almost been undressing him with his eyes.
Fuck. Now he was thinking about those eyes. Those big blue eyes.
Wolfwood let his mind wander, thinking of what those big eyes looked like when he glanced down at the sidecar and if they would look up at him the same way if Vash was on his knees. If they would start to water when Wolfwood pressed against the back of his throat. He wondered if Vash even knew how to suck dick, or if he would be all teeth and drool.
He steadied his breathing as he felt his dick twitch at the thought. He tried to stop thinking about it but he couldn't get the mental image of Vash drooling on his cock out of his head. He laid there for what felt like hours, trying to will away his semi hard-on. Those types of activities were not something you do when you're stuck in the desert and have no more water. Wolfwood started to get onto himself about thinking that sort of stuff, especially about Vash of all people, when he knew he had a job to do. He started to blame it on the fact it's been a while since he's had any action but was quickly stopped mid-thought by a soft sound coming from right next to him.
From Vash.
It sounded like…No. Vash was dead asleep, he almost always was by this time but-Wolfwood froze as he heard it again. A soft breathy sound, barely audible if the wind blew just right. It was followed by a wet sound and another gasp. Wolfwood's eyes were blown wide as Vash shifted some and moved his hand to cover his mouth, trying to quiet himself as more soft sounds tried to escape. As soon as it clicked what he was doing, blood went south so fast that Wolfwood felt dizzy. His dick was painfully hard in the matter of seconds. He felt his heart hammer in his chest as his mouth went dry. He tried to keep his breathing steady, trying not to let Vash know he was awake but fuck, he wanted to roll over and help so bad.
The thought of those baby blue eyes, and the fact that this may be the only chance he has since they were out of water and had no clue where the next town is, was all it took for Wolfwood to throw caution in the wind and roll over. Vash froze, glancing over his shoulder at Wolfwood as his face went as red as the stupid jacket he still has on. Wolfwood took a deep breath, feeling another wave of dizziness as his dick throbbed in his pants. He pressed his chest against Vash's back, his hard-on making itself known against the blonde's ass.
"Don't stop on my account," Wolfwood tried to say it as evenly as he could but it came out full of desperation.
He placed his hand on Vash's hip experimentally, his other hand still pinned awkwardly between them but Wolfwood couldn't bring himself to care that it was going numb. Vash was blushing hard, perfectly visible even with the dim light of the dying fire. The blush traveled up to his ears and disappeared down his neck. Wolfwood never wanted that damn jacket off so badly. The hand he put on his hip moved down his body, causing Vash to give a soft gasp, his pupils blown wide as the hand grazed against his pants line.
"Is this okay?" Wolfwood prodded, not wanting to cross any boundaries even if this man was just maturbating right next to him. His hand squeezed his hip a bit, just enough pressure to feel the skin give.
Vash gave a choked moan, trying to catch it before it got above a whisper and just barely succeeded. His jacket, while still on, had been pulled open in the front, his organic hand down the front of his pants, while his prosthetic hand was up near his face, trying to keep himself quiet but to his horror he wasn't quiet enough. The small squeeze seemed to snap him out of his shock of being caught. His eyes partially closed as he gave a nod, removing his own hand and spreading his legs to make more room. He pushed against the hard dick he felt at his ass, feeling drunk as he heard Wolfwood groaned at the small bit of pressure on his aching cock.
Wolfwood wasted no time and shoved his hand into the tight leather pants. He wasn't all too surprised to not find a dick below the patch of curls. They had been traveling together in such close quarters for so long that it was hard not to notice.
He was surprised at just how wet Vash was.
He slipped a finger between the wet folds and his dick throbbed at the desperate moan that tore itself from Vash's throat. The lanky man's hips bucked at the sensation, causing Wolfwood to curse at the pressure again. He started to grind against Vash in earnest, egged on by the beautiful sounds that were pouring out of him as Wolfwood took time exploring his cunt. When he found a nub near the top of the slit, Wolfwood gave a shit-eating grin as he rubbed it. Vash convulsed in his arm, a sharp hiccuped moan filled the night.
"Aah-fuck, Wolfwood do that again, right there please-" Vash's voice sounded so broken Wolfwood felt his chest ache.
If Vash was already this sensitive he must've been going at himself for a while. That thought made Wolfwood dizzy all over again as his cock gave another pitiful throb. He propped himself up on his arm and before he could talk himself out of it, he threaded his fingers through Vash's hair. Tugging just enough to pull his face closer. Luckily, even with the fucked-out fog making coherent thoughts hard, Vash got the message and leaned up to kiss him. Wolfwood was surprised at how soft the blonde's lips were, not a single crack from the blistering suns or the cold night. Perfect just like his skin between all the scars. He moved his hand, adding pressure as he swirled his finger around the bundle of nerves. He couldn't stop himself from smiling as Vash moaned into his mouth and his eyes rolled back, his mouth open as he started to pant like a dog. It seemed like he couldn't get enough air from how his chest heaved at the slightest touch.
Wolfwood decided right then that there was no way he would get tired of seeing Vash like this. He wanted this image, this desperate and dripping Vash, to be seared in his mind forever.
As Wolfwood started to assault Vash's clit more consistently, he slowly kissed his way across Vash's jaw. His body twitching and his hands searched for something to hold onto, to ground himself against the onslaught of sensations. Wolfwood's teeth caught any skin he could, humming contently as Vash turned his head, giving him better access to his neck to keep nipping at. Dark hickies were soon scattering the perfect skin. Every single one caused Vash's breathing to hitch and for him to moan louder. His hips gave shallow rocks as he tried to get more friction. One of his hands finally settled near his face again, trying to muffle himself. Wolfwood followed suit and rocked his hips with him, grinding against him as he kissed and left as many marks as he could on the small amount of neck that wasn't covered by a leather shirt.
Wolfwood dipped his fingers down a bit further, pressing into Vash without warning. The spikey haired blonde went wide eyed and gave a loud guttural moan, throwing his head back like he had done when they first stopped. His hair was going to be filled with sand but he didn't seem to care in the slightest, lost in the feeling of Wolfwood's fingers dipping in and out of him. His legs shifted apart even wider, arching his back as he moaned unashamed. Much to Wolfwood's amusement he seemed to have done something right as Vash gave a sharp moan and started to babble. His whole body rocking as he tried to chase after Wolfwood's fingers with each withdrawal.
"Oh fuck!! That feels so-aha!-mmmph!-Nick!! Nick right there! Don't sto-fuck!-Don't stop please-please don't stop!"
Vash didn't seem to be able to stop himself as he let out literary nonsense. Filling the empty night with his pleas and like Hell was Wolfwood going to deny him.
He smirked and tucked the fact that it barely took two fingers and a few hickies to get Vash to start cursing and losing control like this. To be honest, hearing Vash beg using his first name did something to the priest, like a switch being flipped. Wolfwood took his turn to give a husky moan, continuing to nip and kiss on Vash's neck. He pressed a third finger into the tight heat, fighting the urge to bite down as he felt Vash's pulse quicken under his lips.
The pads of his fingers found a softer patch of skin in the tight heat and curled against it. It had a bit more give and as his fingers rubbed the spot, Vash arched off the ground. He gave a hiccuped sob and his hands shot out. His prosthetic hand clawing lines in the sand while his organic hand found Wolfwood's dick, still trapped in his pants. He gave a firm squeeze, grinding his ass against it and Wolfwood saw stars. He bit down hard on Vash's neck, causing Vash's prosthetic hand to fly to Wolfwood's hair as the holy man tried to muffle his own moans as he came in his pants. Wolfwood gasped for air as the world slowly stopped spinning. Vash gave a breathy laugh as Wolfwood paused his movements for a moment and pressed his forehead into Vash's shoulder. He was panting hard like he had just finished a race.
"Are you that easy Nick? I knew you were good with a gun but I never expected you to be a quick shot in bed" Vash snickered as he harassed Wolfwood through his afterglow.
Wolfwood gave his neck another bite, not as hard as the one before, but enough to show he wasn't happy being made fun of. He flicked his thumb over Vash's clit and curled his fingers at the same time. Vash gasped in surprise and kicked his leg in the dirt. A cloud of sand landing on the fire, plunging them into darkness.
"Shit!" Wolfwood cursed, pulling his hand away from Vash. Trying to ignore the guilty feeling rising in his throat as Vash whimpered at the loss.
He fumbled around in the darkness, trying to save some of the wood. Just as he looked up at Vash in the tent, he noticed the slight glow from over the dune. Wolfwood stopped worrying about the sticks and scurried to the top of the dune, Vash poking his head out in confusion. Wolfwood stood there in shock, quickly snapping out of it before sliding down the sand and yanking the tent down, trying to roll it up quickly.
Vash gave a yelp in surprise, yanking the thin blanket up to cover his chest. "Hey slow down! What was that for? What about my turn?"
Wolfwood waved off his complaints, hurrying to tie everything back down on the bike.
"There's a town just over there you idiot!! Get your shit we gotta go!" Wolfwood barked back at him, struggling to see if everything was secured in the darkness.
That seemed to kick Vash into high gear as he snatched their bags and climbed into the sidecar. Once they were sure that everything was at least somewhat tied down, Wolfwood brought the engine to life. Sand kicking up as they sped to the small blip of lights in the darkness.
As they came nearer to the town, the bike swerved again as Vash sat up, throwing the weight off as he leaned over to reach Wolfwood. Before he could yell at Vash for doing that stupid shit again, Vash clashed their mouths together. Wolfwood instinctually slowed the bike down, still just outside of the city's lights. He found himself leaning into the kiss.
"Sorry for almost making us crash," Vash said softly, almost like a secret between the two as he broke the kiss. He pulled away and sat back down in the sidecar.
"It's whatever," Wolfwood answered back, trying to follow Vash's lips down to the sidecar before straightening himself back up, "Just don't do it again, needle head."
Vash cracked a smile and started to laugh as they finally pulled into the city.