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“Are you sure this’ what you wanna do Blondie?” Wolfwood’s voice was rough from the chain smoking he did on the way to their motel. Had been trying to cut back but was feeling nervous over the request Vash had given him for their night together earlier in the day.
“I’ve always had a fantasy I wanted to try. Would you want to do it with me?”
Vash’s kind and innocent voice was always a curve ball for Wolfwood. How could such a sweet man with that face and those eyes ask him for some of the most seductive acts?
Wolfwood was no match for him. Vash could ask anything of him and he would fold in a heartbeat. He just didn’t know if his acting chops would be up to the task.
“Mhm,” Vash nodded with an eager smile, his arm raised with his hands cuffed together at the wrist, the chain looped through the top wood frame of the headboard. His bright sapphire eyes looked up at Wolfwood with adoration. “I’ve wanted to do this with you so bad Nico…”
Wolfwood’s cheeks grew hot at the sight in front of him. Vash looking so helpless and needy, tied down and wanting nothing but to be ‘taken advantage of’ by him. He knew Vash could get out of the handcuffs at any moment with no problem, but it did wonderous things for his ego knowing that Vash would stay right there, just for him.
The undertaker pulled his gaze away from Vash’s delicate features and attempted to compose himself. He cleared his throat and stared at the wall to his left, as if he had seen something forbidden. Something he didn’t deserve.
“Alright. Just tell me if you wanna stop. You got a safe word or somethin’?” He mumbled.
Vash stifled a giggle, attempting to avoid embarrassing his lover further. Wolfwood played a tough act around everyone, but when it was just the two of them, that vicious abrasive wolf of his turned to a loyal and loving guard dog. Vash adored him.
“Yes! Let’s just use ‘plant’.” Vash assured him.
Wolfwood sighed and stood up from the bed, “Ok. Be right back. Just don’t laugh, ok?”
“I promise!” Vash beamed as Wolfwood picked up the shopping bag of clothes they purchased before renting their room.
Wolfwood groaned as he made his way to the bathroom to change into what Vash had picked out for him to wear. His face flushed red as he looked at it again. He prayed that Meryll wouldn’t find out about this. He knew the teasing would be merciless and he’d never be taken seriously again.
He was gone for about 3 minutes, changing into the stupid cowboy outfit when he hear Vash calling for him. “Nick? Are you almost done? I wanna see you!” he called in a sing-songy tone.
‘Impatient as always,’ Wolfwood thought to himself, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” he grumbled, shoving the finishing piece, the cowboy hat, on top of his head. He turned on the heel of his new ridiculous boots and took a deep breath before grabbing the doorknob and opening the door. He entered the bathroom as Nicholas D. Wolfwood, The Punisher. And now he’s emerging as “Sheriff Wolfwood”, the gun-slinging ‘hero’ who has captured the infamous ‘Vash the Stampede’, who was now helpless under his mercy.
Vash’s face lit up in pure delight at the sight of Wolfwood, there may as well have been sparkles in his eyes as he beamed in excitement.
Wolfwood, however, felt incredibly silly. No one he knew would be caught dead in this stupid get-up. But Wolfwood could never say no to the goofball he had cuffed to their bed. He hesitated to speak his ridiculous “lines” but eventually bent under the pressure of Vash’s adoring gaze.
“Vash the Stampede…” he said in a rugged tone, “you’ve been evading my capture for some time now. I hope you’re prepared to pay for that.” Wolfwood took the tooth pick he placed in his mouth for the “authenticity” Vash insisted upon and flicked it to the floor in one cool motion.
Vash giggled, beyond delighted at the show Wolfwood was putting on for him, causing him to break character as he narrowed his eyes at Vash to scold him, “I said no laughing.”
Vash composed himself and nodded, “right, right, I’m not laughing at you, promise!”
“Uh huh, sure.” Wolfwood rolled his eyes, “c’mon, I already feel like an idiot.”
“I won’t laugh again! I promise I’m just excited! You look so sexy Nico.” Vash cooed and smiled.
Wolfwood sighed, “ok, but if I hafta be in character for this, you do too. So get to actin’ Blondie.”
“Yes sir!” Vash beamed. Wolfwood groaned then cleared his throat again, ready to get back into his roll.
“Ya think you can avoid justice by stayin’ quiet Stampede? With that heavy of a bounty on yer’ head you can bet I’m gonna have you squealing.” Wolfwood sauntered over to Vash, laying helplessly on the bed. He reached down and placed his index finger below his chin, tilting his face up to meet his sultry stare.
Vash whimpered below his capture, feigning a powerless expression, “please, sheriff, I’m innocent. You’ve got the wrong guy, I swear.”
“Save it, Stampede. You can’t talk your way out of this one. I’ll make sure you suffer a befitting punishment.” Wolfwood knelt onto the bed to straddle over Vash on his knees. He towered over him like he commanded so much power and respect. Vash squirmed on his back under him, and Wolfwood could tell he was struggling to contain himself.
“Please, Sheriff Wolfwood, I’m a good boy, I swear…isn’t there anything I could do to convince you to let me go?” Vash asked in the most pathetic voice he could put on, eyes wide and gazing up at Wolfwood in awe.
Vash’s acting was terrible, but his cute face and puppy dog eyes had Wolfwood in a choke hold regardless. Despite Vash’s cheesy performance, he could feel his arousal straining uncomfortably against the jeans he had to put on. He was starting to feel less and less silly as he watched Vash struggle beneath him, whimpering and pleading. Maybe this fantasy would end up being fun for him too.
“I don’t know about lettin’ ya go, you’re too valuable of a prize.” Wolfwood traced his index finger from Vash’s chin down to pull a little at the collar of his black shirt. “But there may be something you could do to give ya a lighter sentencing….”
Vash shuddered at the feather light sensation, “use me if you’d like, you brute. Just please be gentle with me.”
Wolfwood smirked as he grabbed the pocketknife that was a part of his ensemble, making a starting cut at the top of Vash’s high collar shirt. He tossed the knife away and grabbed the edges of the fabric, “I make no promises,” he growled.
Vash gasped as Wolfwood tore his shirt open in one quick pull, leaving Vash’s bare torso exposed and vulnerable.
Vash’s chest gently rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath after witnessing Wolfwood’s dominate behavior. It was almost too much to handle, as he needily squirmed in exhilaration.
“W-what are you gonna do to me?” he whimpered, as Wolfwood undid the button and zipper on his pants, lacing his fingers through the belt loops and tugging them down harshly. Vash let out another gasp at the shock of having his clothes forcefully ripped off him. It was pure ecstasy.
Wolfwood smirked as he made feather light touches on Vash’s now exposed hipbones, tracing every little dip and divot in his lover’s frame, worshiping the body lying under him. No matter what roll Wolfwood ‘played’, he could never stop himself from revering Vash’s figure. Every muscle, every scar was holy to him, guilty of the sin of gluttony and lust, he was blessed to be on his knees before his angel.
“I’m gonna make you scream, baby,” Wolfwood breathlessly hummed as he hungerly kissed and nipped at Vash’s lower abdomen just above the waist band of Vash’s boxers.
Vash whined under Wolfwood’s aggressive attack on his exposed torso, arching his back up into each caress and kiss, “p-please!” he begged, “just let me go…” his acting now sounded completely genuine, now that he was receiving what he had begged for.
Wolfwood curled his fingers under his underwear and pulled them off, completely exposing Vash’s helpless naked body, his pink pussy slick and swollen in arousal.
“And why would I let a gorgeous little thing like you go?” Wolfwood growled, “your bounty is mine now, Typhoon. And this cute little pussy of yours is my reward.”
Wolfwood licked his lips as he leaned down placed a gentle teasing kiss on Vash’s swollen clit. Vash shuddered as he cried out, desperate for more.
“Sheriff Wolfwood…p-please…not there…I can’t take it…” he pleaded as he looked down towards Wolfwood desperately. His ‘capture’ completely drunk on every little noise and expression he drew out of his ‘prisoner’.
“A plaything like you is in no position to beg for mercy,” Wolfwood cooed at him, as he continued to ruthlessly tease Vash’s engorged clit, blushing it gently with the back of his index finger so to deprive him of satisfaction while keeping him stimulated.
Desperate tears welled in Vash’s sapphire eyes, his hips weakly bucking up into the feather light touches Wolfwood was mercilessly inflicting on him, his keeper taking great delight in his depraved desperation.
“Look at you,” Wolfwood mocked, “bucking up into my finger like a dog in heat. Who knew the Humanoid Typhoon could be subdued so easily.” As much pleasure Wolfwood derived from edging him, watching Vash become completely undone was getting harder and harder for him to resist. Wolfwood’s cock was throbbing agonizingly at the fly of his jeans, but he knew there was virtue in his patience. This was about Vash. He wanted to ruin him with indulgence slowly, completely concur him with torturous pleasure.
Vash trembled under his control, desperate for real stimulation, anything more than the maddening torment Wolfwood was inflicting on him. It was too much and not enough all at once. He needed Wolfwood sucking on his clit. Burying his thick cock deep into his cunt. He needed his top to exploit orgasm after orgasm out of him until he was begging him to stop.
Just when Vash thought he was going to break down crying for more, he felt the intoxicating sensation of a warm lips on the tip of his clit. Vash sighed shakily in relief as Wolfwood gently but eagerly sucked on the enlarged bud, drawing unholy noises out of him that would put Eros to shame.
Wolfwood reached upwards with his left hand and gently tweaked Vash’s left nipple, while pushing his right middle and ring finger into his tight wet hole. As he continued to hungerly suck Vash off, he tickled the roof of his inside with the pads of his fingers, gently rubbing the spot he knew turned Vash to putty in his hands.
Vash couldn’t hold back any longer, his hips spasmed as he screamed, orgasm ripping through him harder than any bullet he’s taken. Wolfwood ruthlessly licked him through his climax reducing Vash to a weeping twitching mess.
Wolfwood’s chest swelled with pride as he wiped his lips and chin with the back of his hand, “you didn’t even last two minutes with my mouth on you, Stampede…how pathetic. Looks like all it takes to defeat the Humanoid Typhoon is tie him down and make him your little fuck toy.”
Vash’s chest was heaving as his brain slowly came down from the intense high from his orgasm. He managed a weak smile and spoke through his attempt to catch his breath, “I think I just have a weakness for strong and handsome cowboys like you.”
Warmth welled in Wolfwood’s core at the gorgeous sight of Vash’s face, dusted with pink, his eyes watery and half lidded. Vash may have been the one chained up but Wolfwood was unbelievably whipped beyond the point of return for him. He loved Vash with everything in his being.
He fought the urge to blurt his feelings to Vash to avoid breaking the fantasy, but god did he want to. He would have to settle for the next best thing he could think of, fulfilling every one of Vash’s desires by fucking him through the rest of his fantasy.
“Lucky me,” Wolfwood bragged, “then I guess you wouldn’t have any objections if I do keep you as my fuck toy.” He sat up on his knees, undoing his pants and pulling them down just below his ass, freeing his painful erection from the agonizing confines.
Vash’s eyes dilated at the sight as Wolfwood’s thick uncut cock sprung upwards from the waist band of his underwear, full and red at its tip. Eagerness took hold of him as he instinctively raised his legs upwards and spread, presenting his needy cunt for fucking.
Wolfwood chuckled, “what a good boy you already are, I don’t even need to train you to be obedient.” He held the base of his cock with his right hand as the left slid under Vash’s lower back, tilting his hips up to settle his knees under Vash’s buttocks.
Vash was thrilled in delight as he felt the tip of Wolfwood’s length rubbing against his wet slit as it searched for his entrance. He knew Wolfwood was taking his time, drawing out Vash’s anticipation to be powerlessly fucked into their motel bed. He waited in bated breath, only releasing his whimpers when he felt his tip playfully slip past his tight needy hole repeatedly.
“What’s the matter Stampede?” Wolfwood asked, smirking, knowing damn well ‘what the matter’ was. “I usually can’t get you to pipe down. Don’t you worry. I told ya earlier, I plan on making you squeal.”
As Wolfwood finished taunting Vash, he pushed his hard thick cock into Vash’s deprived pussy. A euphoric cry escaped from Vash’s lips as his insides stretched to accommodate Wolfwood’s size.
“Ahh! Sheriff…you’re too big…I can’t handle it…” Vash whined as he rocked his hips, urging Wolfwood to start moving.
Wolfwood kept from fondly rolling his eyes, knowing that Vash very well ‘can handle it’ and had been ‘handling it’ for some time now. He still appreciated Vash’s cheesy attempt at shamelessly boasting over his size. Even drunk on pleasure, he was as adorable and sweet as always.
“Don’t worry Stampede,” Wolfwood responded as he started bucking his hips, “I plan on using you often, you’ll get a handle on it in no time.”
Vash moaned and cried at every thrust made into him, as Wolfwood angled himself perfectly to rub against his sweet spot. The sight of Vash’s blushing face was so tempting to kiss, but Wolfwood didn’t know if kissing him would shatter the fantasy that he had built up for him. Still, he longed to lock his lips into Vash’s and drink in every little noise he drew out of him. It was irresistible.
Wolfwood leaned over Vash’s helpless body and kissed him fervently, savoring every muffled moan and whimper he forced out of him. He could feel himself getting closer to his climax, but he was determined to make Vash cum all over his cock first.
He grabbed Vash’s ankles and pushed them upward over his shoulders, opening him up as he leaned over and continued to place affectionate kisses all over Vash’s face and neck.
Vash’s cries started getting louder as Wolfwood fucking him hard in a mating press. He knew Vash wouldn’t last much longer, and waisted no time in moving his right hand over Vash’s lower tummy as he started charitably rubbing his puffy clit with his thumb.
Vash attempted to stifle his scream, to no avail, as his walls convulsed and crashed down on Wolfwood like a vice. His entire body shook and trembled as he was mercilessly fucked through his orgasm. Wolfwood didn’t stop after he milked out the full force of Vash’s climax to the very last blissful spasm. If Vash wanted to be used, he was going to give him that.
“A-ah!!” Vash cried, “I-it’s too much! Sheriff…please! I’m too sensitive!” He squirmed as Wolfwood continued forcefully fucking him and rubbing his overstimulated clit.
“I’m not done with you yet, Stampede…” Wolfwood growled, as Vash’s squeals in unbearable pleasure pushed him over the edge. His climax shot through him like lightning, Vash sobbed in agonizing gratification as Wolfwood erupted inside him, filling him up with hot sticky fluid. Wolfwood shakily collapsed on top of Vash breathlessly as his cock finished twitching inside him.
He rested inside him for a moment to catch his breath, before grabbing the back of Vash’s head and roughly kissing him. Vash hummed against his lips, completely pleased with their night.
“You belong to me,” Wolfwood declared, looking Vash in his eyes.
Vash let out a content chuckle, “Is this my Wolfie or am I still speaking with the sheriff?”
Wolfwood leaned forward again and nuzzled the tip of his nose against Vash’s before kissing him again.
“I think you know,” Wolfwood answered, unlocking Vash from his restraints, then pulling him in for a tight affectionate embrace. The warmth of Vash’s body against his was his favorite indulgence, his biggest vice. He wanted to belong to Vash for the rest of his life and worship his angel in blissful extasy anytime he was called to service. There was not a sweeter or gentler sin he could commit.
“I love you, Blondie.”
Vash held him as tightly as he could, his tender heart exploding with joy in his chest, “I love you too, Nicholas.”