.meme continuations. .gen & nsfw-friendly. .nsfw very appreciated, tbh. .feel free to plot something with me if you want @ creatura or just chat on the disco @ destr0id.
i like the thought of the laughter ... the vomit, not so much are you sure that's a good idea?? to make them laugh that hard? it can't be good for their insides!
[ this is about as close to soft as he's gonna get. aggressive concern, and the worst communication skills known to man. so yeah there is something wrong with him but it's normal. ]
what, do i need to run it by a board of fuckin experts to figure out if it's stupid when you do something that'll get you killed? christ blondie you really piss me off.
[ if vash could be a little less himself, maybe wolfwood would be a little less like this. ]
what are you trying to do. and am i gonna need a drink before even reading what it is.
( that is, again, the sort of gruffness he's gotten himself used to -- and what did he say in the beginning? those are the eyes of a good guy. his concern isn't misplaced, but if you ask around, someone might say his bedside manner needs a little bit of an adjustment.
he's so used to pissing him off by now that he doesn't even flinch, so, progress?? progress! in fact ... he might even smile a little bit. because that's just thee way vash does things. )
if it makes you feel better, i don't really think this is going to be enough to kill me unless i mess up REALLY BAD
( it's really just. stupid. like young human boy level stupid. he almost doesn't want to say it now, but he's gone and gotten himself in this hole, he might as well either dig it deeper or find a way to get out of it. )
do you think you could teach a thomas to race? like if i dangled a doughnut on a string in front of it?
but-- when he reads, rereads the texts, there's something he could only describe as relief that pours over him. to wolfwood, doing something stupid means vash is going to get a handful of holes shot in him, or get himself killed, or get all of them killed. this? vash actually doing something that's stupid in the way that makes old folks shake their head and boys will be boys...? this is different.
(and, all things considered, wolfwood is probably like nineteen so. maybe there's room for frat boy antics in him, too.) ]
what the fuck are you gonna race it against?
[ because THAT'S the priority here. ]
i swear, you don't think about a goddamn thing before opening your mouth, do ya. what if they don't like donuts? i've only seen 'em eat seed.
( generally, that would be the case; someone needs help, someone needs saving or something along those lines, and if you've known him for, oh, five seconds? you'd know he'd be more than willing to stick his neck out for no reason other than he can and he will, but at least. this isn't one of those how huge of an idiot can you be instances.
so you don't need to yell, right?
right?
( come on, nico, thoma race with him! ) )
i don't know? it's just hypothetical at this point but we don't know if they like anything other than seed only one way to find out!!!
[ he always needs to yell but that's like. genetic predisposition or something. ]
take a second to plan shit for once.
[ wolfwood still hasn't accepted that he's the one who's gonna have to plan everything, forever, since vash seems to have a criminal lack of foresight.
(he'll probably do it, if vash keeps calling him nico.) ]
if you're gonna waste your one free fuck up card, it's gotta be a little less than hypothetical if you get the donuts i'll get the birds they'll race each other
[ scientific study about the growth of plants when yelled at versus when spoken to gently.... ]
well you've got bricks in that head of yours have i told you that?
[ the most avoidant answer of all time. because he doesn't know how to accept anything even remotely approaching affection, doesn't know how to reconcile that with the way he feels when vash calls him nico. it's been years since anyone has. ]
meet me outside of town in twenty minutes. and we're betting so bring whatever you ain't afraid to lose.
[ and sure enough, wolfwood makes good on the promise. twenty minutes later, he's wrangled two thoma into the desert, and looks about as composed as you'd expect someone to be after leading around birds that are bigger than him. the punisher is planted into the sand nearby. in case this goes south? ]
( the only ones to have ever spoken to him gently were rem and luida ... and okay, yeah, he flourished, but he's grown enough in the last century and a half that he could do with a bit of yelling.
he chuckles to himself. )
a few times, maybe i might have lost count by now
( he's being cheeky and he knows it, but he also knows that nick isn't the greatest with accepting anything remotely close to affection, especially when it comes with the nickname he's chosen to go along with it. it just. fits him, somehow. nico.
he's not sure about what he's going to bet, because he's not a betting man and would honestly be unafraid to lose anything he owned, so he'll figure that out in a little bit. just let him come in closer and take in the sight of a disheveled wolfwood with all of the fondness he allows for him, and him only.
he reaches out to stroke over the neck of one of the birds, if it lets him. )
[ and of course, the bird is all too happy to let vash pet it, leaning into his hand as he strokes along its neck.
this motherfucker. he doesn't have to rub it in. ]
No. They're perfect angels.
[ as if aware of the concept of comedic timing, the one vash isn't petting moves in to jab its beak at wolfwood, yank his suit jacket until he's stumbling over the sand. they may be feathered, but these are no angels-- they're hellbeasts sent to victimize him personally.
surely this bodes well for their plans for the day.
wolfwood wrests his jacket free and snaps his head to look at vash, like he's checking to see if he saw. as if there's anything else to look at out here. ]
I don't wanna hear a single word about it. Did you bring the donuts?
( vash is just … kind to everything and everyone he meets, even if he's given a reason not to be, and nick … on the opposite end of the spectrum has more of a tendency to come off rough, gruff, but blondie here would say that's just part of his charm.
wouldn't be him without it, you know? so he'll save him the indignity of acknowledging the molestation by the bird — easy enough to keep his attention on the one actually behaving — but he does turn his head in a way that is clearly trying to keep a smile hidden, and if nick is listening very closely … he might hear a bit of a giggle.
a chuckle, really. harmless. ) Hear a word about what? I didn't see anything. ( mister the stampede you are going to get yourself slapped in about two seconds and it isn't going to be by an extremity belonging to your feathered friends here. )
Oh— yeah, whole bag of 'em! ( the hand not resting against the bird's flank holds up a bag that … frankly looks too heavy to be holding just enough for the day's endeavors, but can you blame him? y'all can have some, too! ) Pretty sure I've got some string in here somewhere … ( idly patting down his coat pockets? check. it really is in there somewhere, he just has to find it. )
[ a chuckle. yeah, laugh it up, vash. next time he does something equally stupid, wolfwood is gonna be in stitches about it. so much so he won't be able to lift a finger to help.
or, y'know, vash is just going to get himself slapped telenovela-style.
the bag of donuts is definitely bigger than necessary, unless they're trying to fatten the thoma up for dinner, but that's to be expected from vash. he's probably had a few donuts already. maybe this whole thing was a thinly-veiled scheme for donuts. if so, wolfwood is going to take advantage of it and cop some. ]
If ya ain't got string, we're usin' your shoelaces. [ he snorts, has a stupid grin on his face which-- immediately dissipates when vash mentions the sticks. wolfwood blinks, and again, and then buries his face into his hand with a growl. ]
Really, Spikey? Y'couldn't've mentioned that before we walked our asses all the way out there? Y'know, when you said to bring the birds??
[ he sighs, long and aggrieved, like it's really the end of the world if their goonery is delayed. wolfwood casts a look around, searching-- pauses at the sight of a plant station about half an ile out. ]
( okay so he does equally stupid things like. every day? so you probably won't have to wait too long to get your revenge. heck, give it a couple of hours, and you might be laughing yourself stupid.
( also wow, don't slap the sunflower? even if it's telenovela-style? gasp, or even worse — please do not bring out la chancla!! )
so sue him for bringing more of these delicious, deep-fried delicacies, but in his opinion, one can never have too many doughnuts?? and what if they get hungry while they're on their racing adventure, or the birds decide they take a liking to them and want more themselves, or … worse comes to worst, what if they somehow end up stranded and this is the only food they have?
he's just covering all of your bases, nico. you might be thanking him later instead of internally chastising him for his proclivity for this particular pastry.
( are you tired of the alliteration yet? )
finally, though, he pulls a decently long length of string from one of his inner pockets and holds it up triumphantly, an equally goofy grin spreading across the line of his mouth like oil over water. ) Told you I had some! You leave my laces alone. ( honestly, as long as you don't string him up by them, he'll be okay. but. never hurts to be more safe than sorry.
at all of nick's long-suffering grievance, vash just. looks at him as though he's never been more fond of a human being in his entire life — you know that look — and follows his gaze toward the plant station, which isn't all that far off. the bird beside him finally notices the bag of doughnuts and decides to inspect it, and he gives a little squawk, a hey, get outta there! and a nudge to a feathered flank that doesn't actually do much good to deter the menace from stealing a doughnut. )
There's gotta be something we can use. And look … I can't remember everything. You just had to get the birds, I got everything else!
( don't pout, sunflower. it might be a cute look on you but it's surely not gonna win you any points out here. )
( he's pretty sure it's still early — early — morning when he first comes around; he's only distantly aware of a bit of light filtering in through the window across the room, a shimmer of something not-quite-night on the other side of his eyelids but it doesn't really matter when there's the press of nick's body against his back, solid and warm and real and just … there, reminding him that there's nothing wrong with taking a moment to just exist every now and again. reminding him that it isn't selfish to want to take a breath, or two, or even three.
his body pulls itself into a stretch, long and lean and soft and sweet as he presses back into the body practically molded against his own, a quiet little purr building up in the back of his throat as he turns in nick's arms. only as much as he needs to face him properly, to slip his arms around his shoulders and nuzzle in close, dropping lazy kisses to the corners of his mouth until he's awake enough to return them, and when he is?
vash smiles, so warm and so open and so his that there is no denying it, even as he's curling a leg over his hip to pull him in closer, keep him there. against his mouth: ) Mm … mornin', handsome.
[ nick has always been a light sleeper, an unspoken part of the job description that they've all made their peace with. but sleeping with vash relaxes his body too much without his permission, lulled into deeper slumber with his warmth and his scent; the way he fits in nick's arms and against him like he was always meant to be there, soft blond hair tickling his nose.
but it's the stretching that rouses him, the circle of his arms tightening briefly around vash subconsciously as he takes a deeper breath, slowly waking up the rest of the way. vash is one long and lean line of muscle, skin equal parts smooth and leathery pressing against him to stir the first curls of heat low in his gut, and nick presses a kiss to the crown of his head as he turns around in his arms. nick shifts to accommodate him, his nose scrunching briefly at the onslaught of kisses to the corners of his mouth but not where he wants them—at least until he tilts his head just enough to catch vash's lips with his.
he feels the smile beneath his mouth, something warm unfurling in his chest as he slides his palm over the leg thrown over his hip, smoothing up along his thigh. ]
( keeping in mind the sort of sentimental ( read: romantic at heart ) goober this one tends to be, he might just say he doesn't belong anywhere else. never has and never will, but that's the sort of thing he's going to keep to himself ( probably ), just because it's easier than dealing with nick's inevitable tsunderejeez, blondie when he gets caught off-guard, thrown off-center with all of vash's everything that he wasn't used to before.
like. all of his open affection, but he likes to think they've made progress, and he's slowly conditioning him to both accept and want it anytime it comes around. being able to sleep like this, tangled up in each other's arms, breaths and heartbeats in sync, slow and steady and so much more real than vash thinks anything ever has been for him before … it makes for good progress, doesn't it?
he sighs into the kiss, warm and silky sweet as he takes nick's bottom lip between both of his own and suckles at it playfully, the fingers of his flesh hand sifting through dark hair and scratching luxuriously over his scalp. he bumps their noses together, nuzzling for the sake of being able to get away with something so shamelessly affectionate so early in the morning, thigh pressing tight to his side as that hand smooths over it. )
[ they have made progress, if the way nick is openly accepting this closeness and reciprocating it is any indication. but a part of him has always craved this kind of gentle intimacy, to be able to feel vash’s affection in every touch and every kiss, all given freely. he’s more inclined to enjoy it knowing that vash gives this to him without needing to carve out a piece of himself first in order to do so; that he doesn’t have to be bereft of something when nick can give it to him. and even if he doesn’t deserve him, in these moments, at least he can pretend.
vash latches onto his lower lip and nick hums low, shivering lightly at the fingers scratching gently along his scalp. nick pulls him closer until they’re flush from chest to hip, sliding his palm the rest of the way up vash’s thigh to ghost over his bottom. ]
Mm, I was. [ he pinches lightly at the swell of his ass, and gives in to the urge to grind his hips against vash’s. ] Until you woke me up.
( he'll always give over that intimacy, that affection as long as he knows it's wanted — sometimes, he's afraid he's just a little too much, and nick is going to end up getting tired of him a bit more quickly than he cares to admit he's even worried about in the first place — even if he isn't actively vying for it, so long as he isn't pushing him away?
he'll be right there, offering not just bits and pieces of himself, but all of him. any way the other man wants him.
there is no denying the next sound out of him is a squeak when that pinch comes, because he doesn't have much of an ass to begin with, but apparently it's enough to do that! but it quickly melts into a humming sort of moan as nick brings their hips together as he does, warmth trickling from the back of his neck down his spine and pooling low in his belly as it always does.
funny how he barely has to touch him and he's opening up to him like the unfurling of flower petals at the first touch of sunlight; he tugs at the mess of hair beneath his fingers, nibbling at his lip this time. )
Nobody's saying you can't go back to sleep. ( he says deceptively innocently, like he isn't squirming just so to press their hips together more firmly. ) M'just getting comfy. ( hey nick.
have we mentioned he can be a hell of a gremlin? )
[ anything is too much when you've been deprived of it. wolfwood has never known this kind of affection—the only thing remotely similar was when he was still with the orphanage, but even that feels like it's from another lifetime entirely. still, vash gives it to him freely, continues to, and doesn't expect anything more from him in return. wolfwood has had to relearn gentleness and softness, all the different ways that vash likes to be touched. he didn't think he'd ever be capable of it, but here he is. here they are, tangled together and swathed in blankets and sunlight.
the squeak makes him chuckle, palm cupping the jut of vash's hip as his other hand pets the same area he pinched, gently kneading the firm muscle. vash doesn't have much of an ass, but it's still cute, perfectly round and perky. he makes a thoughtful hum, lower in pitch as a result of vash's squirming. ]
Guess I better go back to sleep then, huh? [ he buries his face in the crook of vash's neck, nosing along his collarbone. ] Now that you're all comfy.
( that's true, isn't it? vash has spent the last century and a half so far removed from anything like physical affection, any kind of affection that it stands to reason that he'd been more than just a little bit shocked when it had been reciprocated. even if it had only been a fraction of what they both wanted, whether they were willing to admit it to themselves or not. then, or now.
to say he's touch-starved would be putting it about as mildly as any such thing could feasibly be put, but being able to have nick like this — for as long as he's allowed to have him — in the small hours of the morning when it's just the two of them locked inside their opalescent bubble, it's like the rest of the world can't touch them.
the fact that the swell of his ass fits perfectly in the palm of nick's hand is, quite possibly, a testament to the notion that sometimes a handful is all you need and he hums out a pleased noise at the attention, content to comb his fingers through the mess of his hair and press an achingly soft kiss to his hairline. )
Could. ( he gives offhand, like he isn't really thinking about it. ) Unless you can think of a better reason not to. (like … hm …
( for as long as he's known, they've been on their own.
they were born on this planet, yes, and it has come to be their home in the sense that they're well aware they have nowhere else to go, and have to make the best of what they're given, which means hoofing it from one city to another, and another, and another still and vash is sure they're never going to know real rest until —
until his brother finds his followers. one by one by one they'd come, and they'd stayed and vash hadn't asked any questions because his brother tells him not to worry, he's going to take care of them both, and doesn't he trust him?
yes, yes i trust you, nai. i'll always trust you.
he's never given him a reason not to, and he's not about to start questioning his motives now, right? even if those that believe in him — in them — have a tendency to err on the side of fanatical, vash still stands on the periphery of everything and follows his twin's instruction, because he knows best.
he knows best.
they share a room and a bed, because of course they do and it's still early morning, before nai has a chance to rise before him that vash curls in close against his side as he always does; it's as natural as anything, the pull he feels toward his brother that keeps him close. nuzzling into the space between his chin and his collarbones, vash fills it with the softest nuzzles and even softer sighs, seeking to tangle their legs together as he always does when there are small moments in the morning like this, before his brother steals away from their bed and sees to whatever business he must.
[there's something to be said for having a roof over one's head, a soft bed to lay in every night, and enough food to fill their once-achingly empty bellies. when they've gone as long as they have between absolutely nothing to some semblance of shaky stability, the small things stand out the most.
little comforts that for some would be considered obvious necessities, but all nai can think of is what else is needed, what else must he accomplish to ensure a better life for vash.
his brother deserved more than nai could give him now, but they were on a path set to create a paradise for themselves. the road there was hellish, dangerous, nai having his moments late at night threatened by doubts that left him unable to sleep and instead turning in their bed to watch vash slumber instead. so long as vash was safe and sound, nothing else mattered. no matter what nai needed to do to accomplish a better life for themselves, any action was justified. vash couldn't understand, wouldn't understand, not with his bleeding soft heart that ached at the sight of the homeless and down on their luck seated on the edges of dilapidated buildings and dirty streets.
nai could look away, knowing there was very little standing between them if he dared to slip and lose sight of what he needed to do for their future's sake.
the sun has yet to rise, but the sounds of the city outside their bedroom window are almost the same as the sounds of birds in the early morning. nai has always been a light sleeper, years and years of necessity now an old habit that he can't break. it had saved their lives a few times, and that was all he needed to know it was worthwhile at the cost of a restless sleep. yet this morning, he's slower to wake. vash is warm beside him along with the smell of freshly laundered bedsheets and nai is comfortable. enough that sleep clings to his mind even as he feels vash shifting beside him, edging himself closer and filling in the spaces left empty for him. nai can feel his breath against his neck, can't help the way his mouth curls up just a little as vash tangles them together.
he moves his arms, one wrapping around vash to pull him closer as the other reaches up to run a few fingers through messy, sand-blonde hair to dispel some of the knots made during sleep. nai turns his head and nuzzles into that hair, mumbling quietly.] Vash.
( he appreciates everything nai has been able to do for them over the years, how well he's been able to provide for them both even if he probably — definitely — thinks it isn't enough. because his standards are always going to be too high, but there's nothing wrong with having them in the first place, and vash is never going to fault him for it.
it's kept them safe for so long, safe and cared for and he's never going to take a single thing for granted that he's done for them, for the sake of them, and he's going to do everything within his power to do what he can in return, even if he's pretty sure nai doesn't want his little brother fussing too much. as he says.
and … okay, yes, vash is a bit of a fusser. but he does it with all the good intentions, he swears.
nai has always been the lighter sleeper of the two of them, it's true, but that doesn't mean much when vash himself could sleep through the end of the world when he's really tired, and maybe through a handful of natural disasters on a normal night; it helps having his brother near, solid and warm and soothing with every gentle rise and fall of his chest with every breath, the quiet little snores that he swears up, down and sideways are not a thing but vash knows better, and it makes him chuckle in the back of his throat every. single time.
the younger twin gives a small, trilling sound in the back of his throat — it can only be a purr, even in his sleep — subconsciously honing in on the sound of his brother's voice and curling in even closer, the arm he's laying on trapped between them but the other slipping around his waist. like it so often does, because he likes to be held like this so much, and he'll say as much given half the chance because he's never been shy in his affection. giving, or receiving.
he nuzzles into the hollow of his throat, the next sound of out him a little bit more awake, though still edging more toward inhuman than human. a low, softly rumbling thing. )
( nai has taken care of him for as long as he can remember, and he can remember a lot, up to and including the first heat he hadn't been expecting because there had been no one to tell him what to expect when he presented; it's always been the two of them, them against the world, or maybe just —
nai taking care of everything up front and him in the background, because he doesn't exactly know what his brother is doing to ensure their survival, only that ( in passing ) there are those that consider nai dangerous, and maybe he can see it in the way he sets his teeth against the back of his neck, in the way he holds him close, possessive in a way that nothing else can touch and vash doesn't want to touch, because where his twin might be possessive …
vash just wants to feel loved. because he loves with everything in him and he feels it back in turn every time nai pulls him into his arms, every time they fall into bed together only to wake up a tangled mess, and he accepts it. for everything it is and everything it isn't, he doesn't question.
( just like nai wants. )
he'd gone out to grab a few things for them; some treats he knows his brother will never ask for for himself and some doughnuts because he's predictable on his own part when he starts to feel it, a tingling heat beginning at the base of his spine and slithering its way upward as he makes his way back, and oh, crap.
um. hey, nai?
when you come back to your shared room you're going to be effectively smacked in the face with the very beginning of your brother's heat, and if he's been able to prepare it to his liking already he's going to be buried in a nest made mostly out of your clothes, because it smells like you, and he needs that comfort.
if you catch him in the middle of it, he'll just be rearranging shirts you both trade back and forth because they smell like you both of you, and he's taking a break in the form of having wrapped himself in one of your button-downs. because he's frustrated with not being able to get the nest how he wants it.)
( this is kind of fun, if he stops to think about it. it almost seems like wolfwood is being playful, and that side of him doesn't come out all that often. so he'll keep this up as long as he chooses to humor him. )
okay, okay, you're good, i get it but
( squints. is the little plant supposed to be him? it would make sense ... and it's really kind of cute. )
are you saying i should drink too? do you want company?
( is he grasping at straws? yeah, a little. is he hoping he'll say yes? yeah ... a little more than a little. )
[ nicholas likes to believe he's a riot, the crowd is just tough.
though in all honesty he does make a point to drive a wedge between himself and others, especially with people that ought to be considered as part of the job.
that's different when drinking is concerned, though. mostly. that's what he's telling himself. ]
👍
[ which is why he is, indeed, asking for company. and, hey...how can he keep an eye on vash if he's not around? sound logic. ]
( hey, he thinks you're plenty funny! but he's always open with his laughter and his amusement, as we're sure you've seen before now.
he's an open book, pretty much.
and as much as vash wants to keep the people he cares for close to him, it's much the same on his end; arm's length might sometimes be too close when he takes his brother into consideration, when he thinks of how he might use something or someone to reel him in, hurt him in turn, he knows it would be better to keep more acquaintances than friends.
part of the job, that's all it is. he can't let himself think that he wants some kind of closeness, because that makes it real, and nobody needs that.
it doesn't matter if it's just drinking.
which is why he doesn't reply, instead heading to where he'd last seen him, assuming he's still there if he's still drinking and dropping into a seat next to him. all easy smiles and a hum of laughter in the back of his throat as he settles. )
[ There is a moment where Nicholas wonders if playing too "cute" was the wrong way to approach it. Vash had seemed to at least be somewhat inclined to play along for a while, but maybe it's also easier for him when there's a bit of distance. Nicholas is someone who definitely needs his space from time to time, but...
He won't deny that he's pleased to see that Vash has taken the bait. One brow raises up behind the rim of his sunglasses, and then the other as he flashes a cheeky grin at the other man. ]
Bourbon.
[ It's a break of the routine of "hand signals only", but he thinks that Vash paid his dues with all those emojis.
He still gives a thumbs up to rate it before offering his half-empty glass. A taste? ]
( it seems like they do that a lot — play, banter back and forth in lieu of being open or honest about anything like emotions — but yeah, it is a bit easier for him that way. to pretend it doesn't bother him to keep everyone at arm's length, to keep himself so guarded and laugh everything off even when something hurts.
he thinks they're two sides of the same coin. maybe that's why they both get it. but he doesn't really need to think right now, does he? not when wolfwood grins at him on his approach, and it looks … like he's actually genuinely pleased he'd shown up.
he gives a little huff of a laugh under his breath when he offers his glass, reaches to take it with his gloved right hand and their fingers brush, but it's an absent thing. something easily enough passed off as purely accidental. when he takes a small sip, warmth spreads over his tongue almost instantly and it carves a path down his throat when he swallows but it's a good burn. it always is.
he offers the glass back, tongue flicking over his bottom lip to catch an errant drop. ) I knew you had good taste. S'good.
[ Accidental, surely, but definitely not unnoticed. Nicholas likes to think it's his keen senses that he has (albeit forced) honed that make him pay attention to the little things, but the truth of it is that he's just become very aware of Vash's presence in all it's forms.
As such, he watches closely without trying to make it too obvious, picking up a still smoking cigarette from where it rests on a nearby ash tray. He flicks a bit off the end, gaze resting on Vash's mouth for a bit longer than it should before he quickly shifts it back up to accept the glass back. Thank God for sunglasses in shady bars. ]
( if it makes him feel any better at all, vash's presence tends to be a lot no matter who he happens to be around; whether it's his bright coat, bright hair or even brighter eyes behind the mellowed tint of his shades, he very rarely goes unnoticed, and maybe … maybe he wouldn't mind if wolfwood noticed him a little more every now and again.
not that he's about to admit it! not in a million years! but. the thought is there, and it's not going anywhere.
he would tease about the other wearing such dark glasses inside, but he's never really seen him without them, and he thinks that has to mean something, though — maybe he feels his gaze on him more than sees it for himself, and maybe his teeth catch the inside of his bottom lip as he hands the glass back over. )
I just came to keep you company, but hey, since you're buyin' … ( he grins wide, and the very corners of his eyes crinkle with it. ) Not gonna break the bank, is it? That's some darn good stuff.
[ The bright hair, bright eyes, and bright coat certainly doesn't help--he stands out in most crowds. But there's an aura about Vash that also kind of just draws people in. The "humanoid typhoon" certainly earned his name and Nicholas realizes he's also been swept in by the tide. How that will shake out in the end is still to be seen...even if he knows how it should go.
He takes a drink from his glass as he waits for Vash's decision. Vash's company is nice even if he won't say as much, but drinks are a more comfortable pretext. ]
I'm a man of my word, ain't I?
[ There is just some fine print at the best of times.
Don't worry about it, I've got it covered.
[ And his pockets may not be so deep, but he can handle a couple of drinks. He knocks on the counter to get the barkeeps attention and nods towards Vash. ]
( he doesn't know exactly what lies ahead in his future — no one ever does, he likes to think, and that's what makes it interesting — but there's something about the way wolfwood had joined them that there might be more to, he isn't entirely sure, but. sometimes he has a sixth sense about the unknown, or maybe it's that niggling thing in the back of his mind that insists he actually has some manner of self-preservation in him, but that much remains to be seen, doesn't it?
this much is true: he's glad nicholas is with them. he enjoys his company, those wry smiles of his when he deigns to give them, the roughness of his abbreviated laughter when he deigns to give that over, though it seems to be in much smaller supply than the aforementioned smiles. there are walls there, and he knows them when he sees them because he has his own up all around him, but …
some part of him hopes that he might be able to find a break, a breach that will let him see more of the wolfwood that lies on the inside. the one that would do anything and everything to save the place he'd called home, and the brother he'd lost despite everything.
no one ever really knows anyone else, do they? that's a part of the human condition vash likes to think he's a part of, because so many things elude him.
he gives a sheepish little grin at i'm a man of my word, ain't i? because yeah, yeah he is as far as vash is concerned, and he taps the fingers of his prosthetic against the glass when it comes, not lifting it to drink just yet, and instead asking: )
[ So many things left unsaid and, really, Nicholas thinks they're safer that way. Both of them--all of them, no matter how much both Roberto and Meryl like to poke their noses into things, the latter more than the former. Roberto for the sake of his companions, and Meryl for...her own inherent inability to mind her own damned business. (Thought with some amount of affection.)
The world's a mess and they're all just trying to navigate through it. Vash is no exception to that, even if his role in Nicholas' own life is quickly becoming a confusing one. One that shouldn't be, given that he knows his mission.
He's dawdling. He's drawing it out bit by bit because there are things he still doesn't understand about Vash the Stampede that he tells himself he needs to before he turns the guy over. (Yeah, that's it.)
Nicholas takes his own glass in hand when Vash proposes a toast of sorts, lifting up the half-gone liquid to the dim lights of the bar. ]
Makin' it through another day.
[ He glances at Vash as he extends the glass to tap. ]
Not something everyone can boast about around here.
( vash has always … been conflicted when it comes to sharing how he really feels about things, all things, because he'll always be honest when given the opportunity, but he also lives by way of deflection and lying by omission, and even if those are two sides to the same coin, it strikes him as a sort of double standard, and he's conflicted about that, too.
but where wolfwood is concerned, maybe it really is better that some things are left unsaid. he doesn't have a clue where the next day will find them, or the next, or the one after that —- and he's sure the other man doesn't, either.
( what's it like to be so naive, vash? and what has it ever done for you that hasn't ended in another wound, another scar, another chipped fragment from a broken heart? )
he ponders nicholas while he, in turn, ponders his proposal of a toast, thinking that they so rarely get to have even a moment's reprieve that it's nice to see him leaning even a little bit toward allowing himself to relax. not that vash is any better, of course not, he's the one that will run himself ragged on someone else's account before he even entertains the idea of thinking about himself, but. there may or may not be a couple of accusations of him being a hypocrite hidden somewhere in the deep pockets of his coat.
let that never go without saying.
he hums, and when a smile spreads across the line of his mouth again it's a little bit melancholy, but still genuine. he clinks their glasses together. ) I can drink to that, definitely.
To our tomorrows … and the hope that there'll be a lot of them. ( heh. see what i did there. you're welcome.
he takes a good, long swallow, empties the glass about halfway and sets it down, again absently licking the corner of his mouth to catch a stray droplet. he shivers lightly, but he always does when the burn is that good in the back of his throat. )
since you're the one coming to me okay okay no pants when you get here, promise but since you're being like this you better hurry or i might start without you
( you better hurry up if you want that popsicle, sir. )
( anything made out of pillows, or anything pillow-adjacent, should be friendly. the thought of anything else is just scandalous enough that it comes dangerously close to upsetting him.
but this is also the kind of guy you could get drunk and he'd start warbling about some endangered species or something until someone sent him to bed. )
point, but if it wasn't hostile, you wouldn't need to take it down at all, now would you?
( he's conveniently forgotten his second question in favor of making this point, because it's super important. )
( he can't say he's ever done this before — brought someone back to a rented room, or any room, really — but it had been last call at the saloon and his new friend ( tall, dark, broad, handsome ) had idly wondered out loud if there was anywhere else they could keep drinking, because the night was still young ( despite what everyone else thought, apparently ) and he was barely even feeling it.
there's something about him that he can't put his finger on, something that sits just to the left of everything he'd known up until then, something anomalous that he thinks he's bound to figure out sooner or later, because he always does, no matter how long it takes.
( of course he doesn't know that his brother has set him after him, on a trail that never seems as invisible as vash would prefer it, but he moves around so much and so frequently that in a small town like this, no one is likely to remember him, because he has ever intention of picking up first thing in the morning and heading toward the next best thing.
or the next … mediocre thing. the next thing that needs his attention. it never matters if it's all that interesting or not. )
the door closes behind toji with a soft click, no doubt nudged shut by the other's foot because he'd noticed it had a tendency to stay open on its own, and it stuck when you tried to open it; vash meanders over toward his rucksack, digs around for a minute or two before he pulls out an unopened bottle of something he'd picked up the last time he'd stopped. a gift, really, for helping with their busted plant. he'd try to say it wasn't necessary, that he'd only done what he could and he hadn't been all that sure it would work, anyway! but.
rosa drives a hard bargain, it seems. and he'd been made to promise to come back to jeneora rock at his next earliest convenience. drinks on the house.
he turns with a smile, lopsided and easy, waving the bottle in his hand a bit, its contents sloshing around inside. ) I haven't tried it myself yet, but if the source proves anything, it's gonna be strong. Uh— ( he looks around, even though he doesn't think his search is going to yield him anything. )
No glasses, though. Hope you don't mind drinking from the bottle.
[ It wasn't hard to find Vash once Toji was in the right proximity of the guy. His keen senses practically led him right to the guy. After all, plants smelled different than people. He had an idea of Vash's foot size, since he is twins with Knives, so footprints that couldn't be seen by the average eye were also investigated. His eyesight was sharper, so he could see details from far away, even if Vash was in a crowd.
Once he found Vash, he had a plan first and foremost to pursue him. It should be easy with his intense speed to wrangle this guy up as if he was going to be this evening's dinner (which, maybe, in a way he would be, wink wink) and although Toji typically thinks with his mind, he sometimes thinks with his dick. Actually, he thinks with his dick quite a lot, but usually his logical mindset wins over his lust. It wasn't exactly the case when he met Vash.
As he first grew acquainted, he was quietly scheming a deviation to his plan. He was just so weak for these types; those who would always smile despite their circumstances and might be a little airheaded but overall good. It reminded him of his first wife, whom he missed dearly, and how her love for him made him happy for just a small sliver in his miserable life.
Vash was wanted alive, but there were no rules saying he couldn't have some fun with him first. Surely his cock won't kill him? Probably not. In fact, it might be in his favor to get on good terms with the guy and in a closer, more vulnerable proximity. The scenario presents itself rather easily because Vash is too trusting, and Toji thinks for a moment that he might feel guilty capturing this guy.. until he remembers the reward he'll get for doing it.
Yeah, that makes him feel no remorse right away.
As Toji is lured into the hotel room and is eyeballing the liquor presented to him, he makes a swift advance to the blonde, offering to open it for him. If it's a screw off or cap, Toji can get it pretty well with his hands. If it's a cork, he can get it pretty well with his teeth. ]
Oh no, we're going to share cooties.
[ Sarcasm, of course, because Toji has implied a few times this evening he wouldn't mind kissing those pretty lips of his. ]
( he really should be paying more attention to his surroundings, to how easy it had been to let this man join him in drinking; the fact of the matter is that he's always going to be too trusting for his own good — have we said as much, yet? — and offering to let him come back to a rented room with him is just. honestly probably the stupidest thing he could have done with his brother always hot on his heels, but.
giving everyone the benefit of the doubt until proven untrustworthy is kind of his MO. it's gotten him into trouble more times than he can count by now, but that's of no real consequence, is it? nah.
he doesn't know what his future holds for him, only that at the very least he won't be lonely for what remains of the night, and he thinks … this toji guy isn't the worst companion he could have chosen, all things considered. he seems smart. witty. might have a bit of an ego but it could be well-earned, because. look at him.
he's never been the type to call someone easy on the eyes and let that be a contributing factor for keeping their company, and he's not about to start. but. he is pretty easy on the eyes. tall. broad. and there's something about the scar that bisects the line of his mouth that makes him want to —
ohhhh no. nope, nuh uh, not letting the thought train take that route! reel it back in, vash …
but now that the idea is there in the back of his mind, it's not about to go anywhere. he wants to bite that scar, and with every look that toji gives him, that thought catches another like some kind of wildfire and if he's not careful … it's all going to run away from him without a single hope of him being able to control it.
dangerous territory he's practically wading into, but when does he not get himself into his own messes?
the bottle has a cork, because narration might just want to make vash squirm watching the other man make short work of it with his teeth, the tiniest flush of pink tinting the very tips of his ears as he gives over a chuckle. the quietest tinkling of laughter. )
Oh no.( he mimics, gesturing for the other to take the first sip. ) I brushed my teeth today, I think we're good. ( you're like a fucking baby deer, vash. it's no wonder he wants to get his teeth in you. )
[ The cork is abused with Toji’s teeth lucky before he pulls it out of the bottle with a delightful pop sound, spitting it out across the room. Two senses hit him strongly at once: the alcohol (which is overpowering for his nose, but he’s used to it so he doesn’t react) and the heat from Vash’s blushing. It’s always lovely to feel that kind of warmth radiating off of somebody; maybe that’s why he’s so good at charming others is because his keen senses make it nearly impossible to lie if they have some interest in him. It’s problematic, but he takes this as an invitation; consent to some kind of extent, and settles his hand on the blonde’s slender waist, the other hand cradling the alcohol by the neck. ]
Imagine. Getting bodily fluids on each other.
[ Toji. Toji, heel. ]
Really gross.
[ The bottle is kicked back as he takes the first shot; it’s strong, whatever it is, and burns down his throat smoothly. A tingling sensation lingers on his lips, emerald colored eyes watching Vash intently. ]
Wanna taste?
[ Despite the offer, Toji isn’t offering the bottle to Vash. Maybe Vash is aware that what he is asking is if he wants to kiss him or not.
( yeah don't mind him watching your teeth abuse the cork. don't mind him at all because he's not even paying all that close attention to it! really! there is absolutely no need to notice that the flush at the very tips of his ears is already beginning to make its way steadily downward. over the back of his neck. the back of his neck that would actually look very lovely with some bite marks —
ahem. narration is getting ahead of themselves. somebody really should bring out the spray bottle.
whatever. yeah. okay. it is pretty much a blatant invitation, not quite to do anything he wants ( he doesn't know how far those wants go? he actually doesn't know what he wants at all? so uh ) but it's certainly the beginning of something, and at the mention of bodily fluids.
don't mind him effectively bluescreening at that for a second. stampede.exe has stopped working.
would you like to restart? )
Yeah. Gross. Definitely. ( his voice is not small. or squeaky. and he is absolutely not about to trip over his words like he sometimes does his own damned feet when he's not paying attention to where he's going.
wanna taste?
vash looks from where the bottle remains in toji's hand to the man's face, down to the increasingly mischievous line of his mouth and back up to those pretty green eyes, over to the bottle again. ) Yeah. ( he says again, parroting himself from seconds ago and he really should stop to wonder where his last brain cell went. is it on the floor? did it go flying across the room along with the cork? did he leave it back at the bar?
he licks his lips absently, shifting tentatively forward, further into the other's personal space. ) Yeah, I do.
[ As if his shit-eating grin couldn't get any shittier, he looks immensely pleased at both Vash's answer and his reaction, the arm coiled around Vash's waist like a serpent tugging him until is stupidly plush chest presses against Vash's, providing the other man with some warmth. ]
Thought so. Someone is feeling pretty thirsty. It couldn't possibly be the goodie-two-shoes, pretty boy right before me, could it?
[ Toji knows these types; the kind that is kind of ditzy and stupid, but, full of so much heart and compassion. The assassin doesn't dare tread along the painful road of nostalgia, making the connection to his first wife-- the sunshiny girl who was the first to ever show him kindness; it was her compassionate personality that drew him like a moth to a flame. He never thought he'd fall in love and he never wanted to, but he couldn't resist her and would do anything for her. That's where the attraction comes from, though. He almost feels bad-- almost-- knowing that once he's seduced him and had his fun he's going to break his trust, but Knives put up such a big bounty, not even Toji's cock can deny prize money like that.
Speaking of his cock, it's starting to feel a little warm down there and he hasn't even done anything. It's all been from merely imagining what he's going to do to this guy.
He gives Vash one last look before he wets his lips, taking another shot from the bottle and not.. completely swallowing all of the alcohol; he let's a little bit linger in his mouth so he can share it with his friend. His pal. His big, cute, cash cow that he's going to turn in. Maybe that's what is exciting him instead.
Finally, Toji does it. He kisses Vash with an open mouth, not hesitant with his force. Once the blonde's lips are parted, Toji will share with him a generous amount of both alcohol and spit. ]
( of course he looks pleased — and of course that flusters vash even more, especially with what comes out of his mouth next. ) Goodie-two-shoes? Aw, c'mon now— ( never mind pretty boy, but he's heard that before, mostly derogatorily when he's trying to get himself out of some bit of trouble or another. some things are probably never going to change.
the type toji seems to know best is one he puts on for show; yes, he can be a little ditzy at times, sometimes these things can't be helped and he's always going to be naive to a fault because he would much rather give someone the benefit of the doubt than assume the worst, but he's never been stupid. all the better if that's the vibe he gives off, really, because that just means that everyone from this town to the next one over isn't going to pay him any mind and he can keep slipping right under the radar.
probably. maybe? not like he has to worry about anything from this guy, surely.
the kiss comes and he thinks he's prepared for it; warm, wet, bitter from the taste of alcohol that he willingly swallows down ( along with the saliva, getting right in on sharing those bodily fluids, huh ) and he doesn't think to stop himself from being bold enough to lick into the other man's mouth, tongue slick and warm, questing as it curls around toji's own. it isn't a kiss as much as it is permission, permission for the other to keep going, and where has all this sudden boldness come from?
maybe he'd picked it up when he'd discarded that remaining brain cell. wherever it actually is. rest in peace, you probably won't be missed.
the fingers of his flesh and bone hand curl into the fabric of toji's topmost layer, pulling him infinitesimally closer as he takes it just a liiiiittle bit further and sucks on the very tip of his tongue. light, soft, teasing.
definitely traded in that brain cell for a bigger set of balls. good on you, vashu. )
[ Toji isn't sure he expected this kind of warmth and acceptance from someone who is basically a stranger, but the feeling is foreign. All he's felt most of his life is rejection for being an anomaly of sorts, and although what he is feeling is.. absolutely a different scenario, it's the thought that someone just.. wants him in any capacity that makes his feelings start.. feeling things.
But right now, he's distracted by a very impressive kiss and he's not shy when it comes to letting his partner know he's having a good time. He blatantly moans into Vash's mouth, reciprocating with his own tongue and that's when Vash catches it with his lips. The kiss is broken, but Toji is going in for another one, his palm curving around and groping a handful of ass, squeezing like the degenerate he is.
For a second, he pulls away just as quick as he arrived, shoving the alcohol in Vash's grasp. ]
Get drinking, then.
[ Because right now, Toji is going to get more comfortable and reach down to the hem of his shirt, sliding it up and over the dips and valleys of his impressive physique until it's completely pulled off and discarded on the floor.. probably somewhere near Vash's forgotten brain cell. ]
( vash … has never met a stranger, if you ask him. everyone is a friend he hasn't met yet and he likes to give the benefit of the doubt until it's proven to him otherwise. that is what's going to end up giving toji the edge on him, because he's going to let his guard down completely and let him further in the longer they stay in one another's presence, and he isn't going to realize until it's too late that he's made a very, very critical mistake.
( maybe … that was part of knives' plan? maybe he'll think about that when he realizes he's essentially let a sandworm into the thomas pen. toji is going to eat him alive and not in the fun way before this is all over and done with, and at the end of it all vash is going to tell himself it's his fault, because he'd allowed it to happen. )
the other man moans into their kiss and it might be deliberate, it might be on purpose but it's enough to send a thrilling little shiver down the very center of vash's spine all the same, the deep roughness of his voice doing something to him that ultimately stirs the heat already pooling low in his belly. he isn't quite expecting the squeeze to his ass — to the point that it draws a tiny little squeak out of him, don't say anything about it, you didn't hear a thing — and he's not quite expecting him to draw away from the kiss when he does, because he wasn't finished with that taste of you, thank you very much. but what comes out of toji's mouth next is a little more than incentive enough to keep his interest piqued.
he takes a drink from the bottle when toji shoves it at him, a small one but nearly enough to choke on juuuust a little when the other's shirt comes up and over his head, ends up dropped to the floor and immediately forgotten ( just like that brain cell, he really isn't thinking about it anymore, and may not have been very much in the first place ) and it should be … probably is embarrassing, the way his mouth hangs open for a small moment before he bends to place the bottom on the floor near their feet. he wants both hands for this.
flesh-and-bone and prosthetic alike, fingertips graze the flat of a muscled stomach, trailing upward over the bottom curve of his ribs and ultimately over the impressive mounds of his pectorals, hard and smooth but soft all at once as he lets his touch wander. touching for the sake of touching, marveling at the hardness of him. the size of him.
and he hasn't even seen all of him yet. he leans in for another kiss that's more the slick slide of his tongue against the line of toji's mouth than anything else, a quiet sound drifting up from the back of his throat that's part moan, part sigh, part something else that simply wants without being able to put words to it. )
[ Meanwhile, Toji was quite the opposite: jaded, bitter, untrusting of the world and other people. He didn’t choose to be an anomaly in his pretentious family that lead to a lifetime of ridicule and abuse— neither did he ask for the only person to ever show him kindness to leave the world all too soon because of an illness she didn’t deserve. There were then complications with having a son, which he left, and willingly joined a cult to try and find himself worth something.
Toji didn’t want friends; he wanted fairness in the world, even if it meant being unfair to others. It was justifiable in his mind. Vash was exactly that— someone who would level out the worst in his world with the prize money on his head. He had no intentions in letting any of his guarded feelings get through his cold heart.
We’ll see about that.
He did a miraculous job at charming, though, and seeming trustworthy and interested. For someone who had immense strength and a whole list of filthy turn ons, Toji was never too rough the first time he was with someone. Having someone with such intense strength show others he wouldn’t take advantage of them was the beginning in building their trust. He can feel eyes on him when the shirt is removed— there’s always a rush of satisfaction at that. He knows he’s one of the only people in his former clan that has the sex appeal that gauges a reaction like that. It makes him really puff up his peacock feathers.
Sure, he doesn’t have cursed energy, but at least he has a big, heavy, thick — confident spirit when it comes to banging people. It’s his favorite past time next to wasting his savings away and sleeping.
Toji reminds still as Vash’s hands explode to his leisure, the thin hairs on his body starting to prickle from the touch. He could feel the imprint of Vash’s fingerprints along his body, or the trail of cool prosthetic. Vash may not know it, but to Toji with his heightened sense of touch, it was a bit of accidental temperature play.
He returns the kiss by lapping against Vash’s mouth, grinning wildly. ]
What? See something you like?
[ don’t mind him just casually reaching up and taking those dorky glasses off of his nose.
The only Hallmark movie moment he will ever produce. ]
( jaded? bitter? untrusting of the world as a whole — even if vash doesn't know any of this yet, once he gets to know the other man and realizes what his brother has done in order to get him to come back to him, he won't be surprised that someone like toji had all but been welcomed into the eye of michael fold with open arms. where else would someone like him feel like they belong? where else could they find a home for themselves when everything else has been taken away from them?
( everyone should have friends, toji, though there is nothing wrong with wanting fairness in a world that is reticent to give it; vash has long since learned that this world is anything but fair, but that hasn't stopped him from looking for it every chance he gets, because even if it's hard to find, that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
that doesn't mean there isn't still goodness in the world. he's never been anything, if not an optimist. )
toji has been charming, and maybe it goes without saying thus far that he isn't so bad on the eyes, either — but vash has always been more drawn to all the little things that make a person up, the odds and ends and bits and pieces that come together to form the semblance of a whole, and he'd be lying to himself and the other man both if he tried to get away with saying that there wasn't something inherently interesting about him that he can't quite put his finger on. it's reason enough, isn't it, for him to have brought him back to his room in the first place where he never would have thought of such a thing in the past —
sue him, he may be prone to making bad decisions, but he doesn't think this is going to be one of them. stay tuned to find out when he finally realizes that he's made the sort of mistake that there is no coming back from. at least, not how one would expect.
vash grin back into the kiss, reaching up with his right hand to thread long fingers through dark hair, blunt, bitten-short nails dragging over the nape of his neck in a blatant show of attempting to get a reaction out of him. ) Mm, maybe. If you're gonna make me say as much. ( cheeky little shit, even when he's waffling back and forth between playing the shyness card right before he finds a renewed sense of confidence in his own actions, and whatever else he happens to be hiding up his sleeves …
it might end up being a bit of a surprise to them both.
he pulls back for a small moment, shrugging both shoulders just as much as he needs to wriggle out of his coat, tossing it toward the nearby bed and immediately forgetting about it as he closes the distance between them again, cool fingers of his prosthetic playing almost too gently over the rise of a collarbone. without his glasses, he feels exposed but he doesn't think it's in such a bad way, perhaps liking the way the other man looks at him a bit too much. )
I think you're getting a bit ahead of me, though. ( that may as well be vash-ese for 'why don't you do something about that yourself?' without so many words. )
[ With his glasses off, Vash certainly does look like a spitting image of his twin brother, solidifying he has the right man. He does see some subtle differences, though. Their hair color is different— the beauty marks on their faces mirror one another. Something about their eyes is different too: Nai had all the anger in the world; Vash had all the sadness in the world. Toji is perceptive when it comes to things like this (especially when he’s attracted to them both, ahem) but they both radiate the same amount of warmth — for different reasons. Nai had a temper and Vash was too kind for his own liking. Toji, with his keen senses and sharp vision, took notice of these differences and similarities right away.
The stroking of his hair does earn Vash a low hum, pleased with gentle touches (don’t tell anyone) because it mocked honest love that he never got from anyone other than his deceased wife. When Vash shrugs off his coat and reinvades himself into Toji’s space, he clicks his tongue in a bit of disappointment that’s all that comes off— but on one hand, this provides a handsome opportunity to undress him.
There’s a pool of lust burning within him and he’s not sure how long he can try to act gentle and sweet when he’s otherwise rough in the bedroom, but the last thing he needs is his prize money running off skittishly. What if, though, Vash was also into a bit of bedroom roughness? There’s a thought. He will have to test the waters if he really wants to get what he wants the most out of this, and for someone as greedy as him, he’s willing to take high stakes.
Toji spreads a hand wide, catching Vash inbetween the slope of his neck and the angle of his jaw, thumb right under Vash’s lower lip, pushing to expose skin along his neck more, mouth opening wide to lap and kiss along there. He gives him a selfish suck or two, leaving a possessive mark, heavy eyes giving him a glance as his breath hitches slightly in his speaking: ]
How do you like to do it?
[ Back to his throat, this time grazing his teeth along Vash’s skin. He murmurs hotly against him to clarify: ]
How do you like to fuck?
[ What position? How long? How hard? Those kinds of things. Talk dirty to him. He’ll revisit the other conversation in a minute.
Toji’s hands wander, this time gripping the hem of his shirt and attempting to pull it up and over his little needle noggin. ]
( there are subtle differences between them, yes; their coloring is different, with nai being on the paler side of things and vash being more golden — he might be even darker now that he's spent so many years beneath the suns of a desert planet, but he's always been darker on that front — their eyes are shades apart and their beauty marks mirror one another, and perhaps the biggest thing that sets them apart? nai is big where vash is more on the wiry side of things, years spent running and running and running some more have given him a long-distance runner's physique where his brother has the bulk of a sprinter.
nai must look huge in comparison. they might both be geometric shapes in their base design, long limbs and triangle cores, but this one's muscle mass is lean where his brother's boasts being able to follow through with any threats he might deign to make in the first place. with his own hands, even if it would be easier to let someone else have the pleasure.
( let? allow. bluesummers practically froths at the mouth to do his master's bidding, but it's not like this one knows that. )
there's that … and the fact that nai has never been unkind when they were younger, perhaps more reticent to believe what rem had told them regarding humans more often than not, but it had shown in the lines of his expression when he wasn't sure what he was meant to believe where vash soaked everything up like the proverbial sponge, and that's. always going to be another difference between them. they both wear their emotions clear as day in their expressions —
it's just that vash is always more forgiving, more open, where nai is hesitant, terse, unyielding.
toji doesn't have anything to worry about with regard to how rough he wants to be with him, even if he doesn't realize it; vash is also, ah … a bit unaware of that, himself, at least when it comes to realizing that he likes being manhandled, pressed down and taken but it's because he doesn't know a whole hell of a lot about what he likes in the first place. at least beyond what he's experimented with, himself —
and his fingers pressing inside have never been enough, rutting against a thin, threadbare mattress has never been enough but he's not about to give that over, because it makes him feel small and like he doesn't know enough, and the man in front of him, all solid muscle and leering gazes probably doesn't want a partner that doesn't know what they're doing going to bed with him.
he tips his head to the side almost helplessly, offering his throat and anything toji might want from it, biting and licking and sucking as he goes, and he gets a breathless moan for his trouble that turns into something a little bit more, shallow and wanting, an almost whine filtering upward as the fingers of his flesh-and-blood hand dig into a broad, densely muscled shoulder.
how do you like to do it?
how do you like to fuck?
vash groans, body moving with the pull the other gives to his shirt and it comes up and over his head, where it ends up he genuinely doesn't care because it means more skin against skin, something that he accentuates with the tiniest roll of his hips against toji's, a sigh caught in the back of his throat. )
Hard.
( he says without much thought, thinking of how he's tried to work his fingers inside his body. )Deep.(rough is what he doesn't say, throat working in a swallow toji will surely feel against his mouth, if it stays where it is. )
[ There's not much time for Toji to analyze the state of... well, everything having to do with Vash and his body who has seen better days. He's too busy adding his own abuse right along Vash's throat, his high senses feeling each tantalizing vibration of Vash's voice; it tickles along his lips and sends a satisfying quiver down his spine. Vash's response is vague but gives Toji something to work with (and, my god, could Vash sound any more like a virgin? It's terribly arousing for someone who has a kink for popping cherries.)
Toji pulls back, calloused palm handling Vash just under his chin, sharp gaze looking at him as if he was the most delicious thing in the world. ]
Oooooh, so naughty. Look at you. Such a good bad boy. I can do hard. I can do deep. I can also do rough.
[ What a coincidence he's the one who says it. The sound of his voice seems like it might have a hint of condescending tone, but Vash's talking is mostly adorable if someone were to outwardly ask him. There's something he needs to test the waters with-- both for tonight's sex and tomorrow's reward. Toji has to be smart about thing and continue to further increase his innocence to Vash. He whispers into his ear, hand sliding from Vash's chin, spreading wider, allowing it to straddle the blonde's throat and avoid his windpipe. Toji adds the slightest bit of pressure-- there's something else he loves more than popping cherries and it's choking people out. This is a simple, small taste of what he knows how to do.
His voice is hushed and hoarse. ]
You have to trust me though. You can do that, can't you, sweetheart? ♡
[ Because the more Vash trusts him, the easier it is for Toji to betray him. ]
( his answer is vague because he doesn't have a whole lot of experience with this sort of thing — which means he doesn't have any experience with this sort of thing and is, effectively, flying by the seat of his pants into the unknown. into the exhilarating unknown, but nonetheless uncharted territory, and he really only has his instincts to guide him.
instincts that are normally used for knowing when to run, when to stay, when to smile and when to try to turn on the waterworks in case they'll actually get him somewhere, but with toji … it's already so much more different than anything else, anything in all of his one-hundred-plus years, and. god, he already likes it so much that he's sure it's going to end up being a problem.
he tries to roll his eyes at the response he gets at first, such a good bad boy, but his throat seems to dry up immediately when the other man parrots his words back to him and adds rough at the very end, like he's already reading his mind and spreading out all of his deep, dark secrets that he never would have thought to see the light of day.
but his pulse picks up the moment that hand fits itself around his throat, pulse beating hummingbird-fast against his fingers and it's all he can do to take a breath in and make it do so good, holding it in his lungs until they begin to burn with it and finally letting it out in a slow whoosh, the air leaking out of him like a deflating balloon.
when he tries to swallow again, his throat clicks with it. )
I trust you.
( it finally comes out of him, and he unwittingly presses into the pressure of the hand teasing his throat as both of his hands reach to bring toji's free one up to his lips, mouthing at the pads of his fingers and the sensitive patch of skin between thumb and forefinger. ) You can—
Of course. You have no reason not to. I want to make this fun for both of us. ♡
[Good. Excellent. And here, Toji thought this was going to be hard. After all, someone who is worth as much as he is being asked for should be a challenge to capture, right? The delicate kissing along his hand isn't exactly Toji's fancy, but he can't act disgusted at it now; not when he's going to be getting away with no only a hefty sum of money, but also flesh against flesh. He loves it-- fucking sensitive and sincere people like this. Opposites attract, but not only that, Toji feels like he's getting away with something that a worthless person like him doesn't deserve.. and he's absolutely right.
Toji pulls away entirely and shifts back until his shins hit the side of the bed and he sits down, thick, firm thighs instantly spreading wide. The lightweight trousers he's wearing tie and button together, and Vash should know where this is going as he works on untying first. He's not going to expose himself just yet, though,
With a click of his tongue, he gestures to the open space in front of him. ]
Lend me your mouth, handsome.
[ Specifically, your throat, Vash. But he'll get to that in a moment. ]
( he doesn't have any reason not to trust him, it's true — but there's something about the fact that the other says as much that makes the tiny, fine hairs at the back of his neck prickle just enough for him to register. he shrugs it off, a mental roll of his shoulders to keep him in the moment because he doesn't want to think about anything but this, the minimal distance between them and the heat practically rolling off of the man in front of him.
you can do whatever you want.
there's not a single thought in that blond head of his that could touch on how much that's going to come back around and bite him squarely in his nonexistent ass in the very near future.
he's not quite ready for toji to put distance between them when he does; having never dared to let anyone close enough to do anything like this before, he wants to savor every single bit of it he can and he will, in his own way, because who's to say that this is ever going to happen again? two passing ships in the night that just so happened to be in the same town at the same time — ha! — and parted even before the suns have a chance to touch the horizon, he wants to be able to take everything he can away from this, commit it to memory.
sentimental, sweet little thing.
vash watches with wide, bright blue eyes as the other takes his steps backward, as he settles himself at the edge of the mattress and lets his thighs splay wide apart, obscene and inviting all at once and he almost folds himself down onto his knees before toji can give a word of instruction. he waits, though, because there is still a part of him that doesn't want to seem too eager. because toji doesn't want a puppy, does he?
lend me your mouth, he drawls, and all at once he's sinking to the floor in front of him like his body isn't all sharp points and angles, fluid and almost too smooth as he rests his palms at the tops of his thighs on either side of him, glassy gaze flicking from his lap to his face and back again.
very, very unconsciously, he licks his lips. ) … Can I?
[ He is a sweet thing, and the thing about Toji is he loved wrecking people like this— taking every ounce of positive, sunshiny energy from them to try and find a glimpse of happiness and peace through them. It also felt like he was getting away with something he shouldn’t be, which also gets his rocks off, apparently.
As Vash crouches down before him, Toji’s perceptive eyes follow his movements in a rather predatory way, his smile growing fondly at both the pressure on his thighs and seeing such a pretty boy acting so submissive. He loves it. One of his large hands reaches out, holding Vash by the chin again, his thumb trailing along his lower lip. ]
So polite and obedient~ Who am I to say no? But I want to see what your mouth feels like first.
[ And test that gag reflex before he gets too into this. His wrist curves, thumb pushing past Vash’s lips and into his mouth— his two forefingers follow, exploring behind Vash’s teeth and along his silky tongue. ]
Suck for me.
[ His other hand takes through that bright, blonde hair— petting him. Maybe he does want a puppy; who knows. ]
( there is a part of vash that wouldn't mind the other finding some sense of pleasure — of happiness — in having this, even if it means using him in the interim; it's just how he feels about humanity in general, how he wants them to be happy and live so that he can live vicariously through them, because no matter how hard he tries, he's never going to be as big of a part of their existence as he wants to be.
strange bit of sentiment when he's just gotten on his knees for the other man, but. that's really neither here nor there, now is it?
toji shouldn't be able to miss the way vash stretches his neck when one of those large hands takes him by the chin again, waves of i want to be good for you and is this what you want? rolling off of him in an almost tangible way as his throat works in a dry swallow. shoulders pulled back just enough to have his chest bowing out slightly, spine a pretty, shallow arc.
his lips are barely parted before toji presses his thumb between them, parting them further and he can feel the heat flushing his cheeks a vivid pink that there is no mistaking for anything other than what it is; desire and a scant bit of embarrassment as those fingers slip over the flat of his tongue and his vision goes hazy for a moment. maybe two, maybe three before he comes back to himself and presses his lips back together around the intrusion.
he sucks gently at first, barely worth calling it as much as the tip of his tongue teases along the seam those two fingers make presses together, as sweet as it is hesitant and then he's sucking a bit harder, hard enough to hollow his cheeks the tiniest bit.
his flush deepens as he catches toji's dark eyes with his own, looking for both confirmation and a little bit of guidance as he seeks to take his fingers deeper into his mouth. )
[ It was always a cock riser— fingers in mouth— Toji couldn't explain why other than he was teasing himself by not popping the whole thing out and shoving it down Vash's throat. It's a little, saucy teasing for his own sake as the feeling of tongue and spit rubs against his fingers, the slight sucking also nice. It feeds his arousal even further, his excitement pressing along the seams of his pants. Vash is more than welcome to take a look.
He leans down, just a breath away as his other hand caresses through Vash's hair. ]
I know you can be nastier than that. There's no reason to be shy. It's just us. I won't be mad if you stop holding back.
[ Although Toji loves playing the strict top that punishes his bottoms when they do things out of line, he's moreso interested to see what Vash wants to do at the moment. He slides his fingers back and forth, feeling around his mouth-- how big it is, how nice his teeth are. Vash said he likes it rough, so he slips his digits further down and into his throat to test the waters, then out again. In, and out. Toji then relaxes his hand, as if giving Vash permission to do what he wants with his hand before he gives him the honors of presenting his cock. ]
( he does look; his eyes mere slits as they slide open, and he doesn't know when he closed them, vision already gone hazy around the edges with his own arousal welling up inside him like the tide rolling in, a sharp, almost startled moan slipping up from the back of his throat as his gaze trails downward. settles on the hard line of toji's cock pressing against his zipper and he almost has to press his thighs together to keep from squirming. almost, but not quite. he's trying very, very hard to be good —
but that doesn't stop the heat from pooling in the bottom of his stomach, does it? from tickling downward between his legs and making him whine around the other man's fingers with how wet he's getting already. flithy, slick and warm and so wanting that he doesn't need any more coaxing to give more than just the most subtle bit of suction.
he takes those fingers sliding into his throat as though this isn't the first time he's ever done anything like this, been touched like this; whether he needs the touch to ground himself or he simply wants another point of contact is anyone's guess as he takes toji's wrist in both hands, holds tight as he sucks those long, dangerous digits into his mouth when he's effectively given permission to do as he pleases.
it's so much, but nowhere near enough and he does end up pressing his thighs tight together, squirming in a way that may only seem like he's fidgeting in search of some manner of friction, and if toji doesn't want him taking too many liberties … maybe he should think about saying as much out loud. )
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Date: 2023-04-23 09:12 pm (UTC)i like the thought of the laughter ...
the vomit, not so much
are you sure that's a good idea??
to make them laugh that hard?
it can't be good for their insides!
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Date: 2023-04-23 09:15 pm (UTC)( eesh ... but if he was soft about it we might think there was something wrong with him. he's used to his brashness. )
i'm just saying it sounds like false advertising
just about everything i do you think is stupid
some way or another
i just think it's a matter of opinion
( and of course he's being very himself about it. )
what if i banked for later
when i do something that might not be all AROUND stupid, but you think it is?
ty for overflowing!
Date: 2023-04-24 12:43 am (UTC)what, do i need to run it by a board of fuckin experts to figure out if it's stupid when you do something that'll get you killed?
christ blondie you really piss me off.
[ if vash could be a little less himself, maybe wolfwood would be a little less like this. ]
what are you trying to do.
and am i gonna need a drink before even reading what it is.
i really wanted it to continue so ty for coming along!
Date: 2023-04-24 01:15 am (UTC)he's so used to pissing him off by now that he doesn't even flinch, so, progress?? progress! in fact ... he might even smile a little bit. because that's just thee way vash does things. )
if it makes you feel better, i don't really think this is going to be enough to kill me
unless i mess up REALLY BAD
( it's really just. stupid. like young human boy level stupid. he almost doesn't want to say it now, but he's gone and gotten himself in this hole, he might as well either dig it deeper or find a way to get out of it. )
do you think you could teach a thomas to race?
like if i dangled a doughnut on a string in front of it?
( how mad you gonna be, woowoo. )
ofc! let's hope.... ww doesn't make you regret that kdjnskhn
Date: 2023-04-27 02:28 am (UTC)but-- when he reads, rereads the texts, there's something he could only describe as relief that pours over him. to wolfwood, doing something stupid means vash is going to get a handful of holes shot in him, or get himself killed, or get all of them killed. this? vash actually doing something that's stupid in the way that makes old folks shake their head and boys will be boys...? this is different.
(and, all things considered, wolfwood is probably like nineteen so. maybe there's room for frat boy antics in him, too.) ]
what the fuck are you gonna race it against?
[ because THAT'S the priority here. ]
i swear, you don't think about a goddamn thing before opening your mouth, do ya. what if they don't like donuts? i've only seen 'em eat seed.
if woowoo isn't yelling at him for being stupid something is wrong, i think we're good
Date: 2023-04-27 11:50 pm (UTC)so you don't need to yell, right?
right?
( come on, nico, thoma race with him! ) )
i don't know?
it's just
hypothetical at this point
but we don't know if they like anything other than seed
only one way to find out!!!
'woowoo' is stuck in my head now...
Date: 2023-04-29 04:25 am (UTC)take a second to plan shit for once.
[ wolfwood still hasn't accepted that he's the one who's gonna have to plan everything, forever, since vash seems to have a criminal lack of foresight.
(he'll probably do it, if vash keeps calling him nico.) ]
if you're gonna waste your one free fuck up card, it's gotta be a little less than hypothetical
if you get the donuts i'll get the birds
they'll race each other
you're welcome i am here to serve c:
Date: 2023-04-29 05:24 pm (UTC)it might just help your case that this one generally needs to be yelled at at least once every few hours. give or take. )
but that takes time ...
( can you hear the little pout? because you should.
but hold on just a dang minute! )
wait
really??
i've already got the donuts i just didn't
think
you'd wanna come along
you're awesome, nico
have i told you that lately?
( he's gonna keep calling him that, probably for the rest of forever, so. good thing you don't hate it. )
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Date: 2023-05-05 08:03 am (UTC)well
you've got bricks in that head of yours
have i told you that?
[ the most avoidant answer of all time. because he doesn't know how to accept anything even remotely approaching affection, doesn't know how to reconcile that with the way he feels when vash calls him nico. it's been years since anyone has. ]
meet me outside of town in twenty minutes.
and we're betting
so bring whatever you ain't afraid to lose.
[ and sure enough, wolfwood makes good on the promise. twenty minutes later, he's wrangled two thoma into the desert, and looks about as composed as you'd expect someone to be after leading around birds that are bigger than him. the punisher is planted into the sand nearby. in case this goes south? ]
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Date: 2023-05-06 07:12 pm (UTC)he chuckles to himself. )
a few times, maybe
i might have lost count by now
( he's being cheeky and he knows it, but he also knows that nick isn't the greatest with accepting anything remotely close to affection, especially when it comes with the nickname he's chosen to go along with it. it just. fits him, somehow. nico.
he's not sure about what he's going to bet, because he's not a betting man and would honestly be unafraid to lose anything he owned, so he'll figure that out in a little bit. just let him come in closer and take in the sight of a disheveled wolfwood with all of the fondness he allows for him, and him only.
he reaches out to stroke over the neck of one of the birds, if it lets him. )
They give you some trouble?
( CHEEKY. LITTLE. BASTARD. )
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Date: 2023-05-12 06:41 pm (UTC)this motherfucker. he doesn't have to rub it in. ]
No. They're perfect angels.
[ as if aware of the concept of comedic timing, the one vash isn't petting moves in to jab its beak at wolfwood, yank his suit jacket until he's stumbling over the sand. they may be feathered, but these are no angels-- they're hellbeasts sent to victimize him personally.
surely this bodes well for their plans for the day.
wolfwood wrests his jacket free and snaps his head to look at vash, like he's checking to see if he saw. as if there's anything else to look at out here. ]
I don't wanna hear a single word about it. Did you bring the donuts?
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Date: 2023-05-17 06:04 pm (UTC)wouldn't be him without it, you know? so he'll save him the indignity of acknowledging the molestation by the bird — easy enough to keep his attention on the one actually behaving — but he does turn his head in a way that is clearly trying to keep a smile hidden, and if nick is listening very closely … he might hear a bit of a giggle.
a chuckle, really. harmless. ) Hear a word about what? I didn't see anything. ( mister the stampede you are going to get yourself slapped in about two seconds and it isn't going to be by an extremity belonging to your feathered friends here. )
Oh— yeah, whole bag of 'em! ( the hand not resting against the bird's flank holds up a bag that … frankly looks too heavy to be holding just enough for the day's endeavors, but can you blame him? y'all can have some, too! ) Pretty sure I've got some string in here somewhere … ( idly patting down his coat pockets? check. it really is in there somewhere, he just has to find it. )
Now all we need are sticks …
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Date: 2023-05-25 05:07 am (UTC)or, y'know, vash is just going to get himself slapped telenovela-style.
the bag of donuts is definitely bigger than necessary, unless they're trying to fatten the thoma up for dinner, but that's to be expected from vash. he's probably had a few donuts already. maybe this whole thing was a thinly-veiled scheme for donuts. if so, wolfwood is going to take advantage of it and cop some. ]
If ya ain't got string, we're usin' your shoelaces. [ he snorts, has a stupid grin on his face which-- immediately dissipates when vash mentions the sticks. wolfwood blinks, and again, and then buries his face into his hand with a growl. ]
Really, Spikey? Y'couldn't've mentioned that before we walked our asses all the way out there? Y'know, when you said to bring the birds??
[ he sighs, long and aggrieved, like it's really the end of the world if their goonery is delayed. wolfwood casts a look around, searching-- pauses at the sight of a plant station about half an ile out. ]
Maybe there'll be something we can use there...
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Date: 2023-05-29 08:51 pm (UTC)( also wow, don't slap the sunflower? even if it's telenovela-style? gasp, or even worse — please do not bring out la chancla!! )
so sue him for bringing more of these delicious, deep-fried delicacies, but in his opinion, one can never have too many doughnuts?? and what if they get hungry while they're on their racing adventure, or the birds decide they take a liking to them and want more themselves, or … worse comes to worst, what if they somehow end up stranded and this is the only food they have?
he's just covering all of your bases, nico. you might be thanking him later instead of internally chastising him for his proclivity for this particular pastry.
( are you tired of the alliteration yet? )
finally, though, he pulls a decently long length of string from one of his inner pockets and holds it up triumphantly, an equally goofy grin spreading across the line of his mouth like oil over water. ) Told you I had some! You leave my laces alone. ( honestly, as long as you don't string him up by them, he'll be okay. but. never hurts to be more safe than sorry.
at all of nick's long-suffering grievance, vash just. looks at him as though he's never been more fond of a human being in his entire life — you know that look — and follows his gaze toward the plant station, which isn't all that far off. the bird beside him finally notices the bag of doughnuts and decides to inspect it, and he gives a little squawk, a hey, get outta there! and a nudge to a feathered flank that doesn't actually do much good to deter the menace from stealing a doughnut. )
There's gotta be something we can use. And look … I can't remember everything. You just had to get the birds, I got everything else!
( don't pout, sunflower. it might be a cute look on you but it's surely not gonna win you any points out here. )
@yoke ( morning, handsome );
Date: 2023-06-10 04:55 am (UTC)his body pulls itself into a stretch, long and lean and soft and sweet as he presses back into the body practically molded against his own, a quiet little purr building up in the back of his throat as he turns in nick's arms. only as much as he needs to face him properly, to slip his arms around his shoulders and nuzzle in close, dropping lazy kisses to the corners of his mouth until he's awake enough to return them, and when he is?
vash smiles, so warm and so open and so his that there is no denying it, even as he's curling a leg over his hip to pull him in closer, keep him there. against his mouth: ) Mm … mornin', handsome.
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Date: 2023-06-10 05:40 am (UTC)but it's the stretching that rouses him, the circle of his arms tightening briefly around vash subconsciously as he takes a deeper breath, slowly waking up the rest of the way. vash is one long and lean line of muscle, skin equal parts smooth and leathery pressing against him to stir the first curls of heat low in his gut, and nick presses a kiss to the crown of his head as he turns around in his arms. nick shifts to accommodate him, his nose scrunching briefly at the onslaught of kisses to the corners of his mouth but not where he wants them—at least until he tilts his head just enough to catch vash's lips with his.
he feels the smile beneath his mouth, something warm unfurling in his chest as he slides his palm over the leg thrown over his hip, smoothing up along his thigh. ]
Mornin', beautiful.
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Date: 2023-06-10 05:26 pm (UTC)tsunderejeez, blondie when he gets caught off-guard, thrown off-center with all of vash's everything that he wasn't used to before.like. all of his open affection, but he likes to think they've made progress, and he's slowly conditioning him to both accept and want it anytime it comes around. being able to sleep like this, tangled up in each other's arms, breaths and heartbeats in sync, slow and steady and so much more real than vash thinks anything ever has been for him before … it makes for good progress, doesn't it?
he sighs into the kiss, warm and silky sweet as he takes nick's bottom lip between both of his own and suckles at it playfully, the fingers of his flesh hand sifting through dark hair and scratching luxuriously over his scalp. he bumps their noses together, nuzzling for the sake of being able to get away with something so shamelessly affectionate so early in the morning, thigh pressing tight to his side as that hand smooths over it. )
Sleep good?
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Date: 2023-06-11 01:18 pm (UTC)vash latches onto his lower lip and nick hums low, shivering lightly at the fingers scratching gently along his scalp. nick pulls him closer until they’re flush from chest to hip, sliding his palm the rest of the way up vash’s thigh to ghost over his bottom. ]
Mm, I was. [ he pinches lightly at the swell of his ass, and gives in to the urge to grind his hips against vash’s. ] Until you woke me up.
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Date: 2023-06-13 07:20 pm (UTC)he'll be right there, offering not just bits and pieces of himself, but all of him. any way the other man wants him.
there is no denying the next sound out of him is a squeak when that pinch comes, because he doesn't have much of an ass to begin with, but apparently it's enough to do that! but it quickly melts into a humming sort of moan as nick brings their hips together as he does, warmth trickling from the back of his neck down his spine and pooling low in his belly as it always does.
funny how he barely has to touch him and he's opening up to him like the unfurling of flower petals at the first touch of sunlight; he tugs at the mess of hair beneath his fingers, nibbling at his lip this time. )
Nobody's saying you can't go back to sleep. ( he says deceptively innocently, like he isn't squirming just so to press their hips together more firmly. ) M'just getting comfy. ( hey nick.
have we mentioned he can be a hell of a gremlin? )
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Date: 2023-06-14 10:24 am (UTC)the squeak makes him chuckle, palm cupping the jut of vash's hip as his other hand pets the same area he pinched, gently kneading the firm muscle. vash doesn't have much of an ass, but it's still cute, perfectly round and perky. he makes a thoughtful hum, lower in pitch as a result of vash's squirming. ]
Guess I better go back to sleep then, huh? [ he buries his face in the crook of vash's neck, nosing along his collarbone. ] Now that you're all comfy.
[ two can play that game. ]
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Date: 2023-06-14 06:14 pm (UTC)to say he's touch-starved would be putting it about as mildly as any such thing could feasibly be put, but being able to have nick like this — for as long as he's allowed to have him — in the small hours of the morning when it's just the two of them locked inside their opalescent bubble, it's like the rest of the world can't touch them.
the fact that the swell of his ass fits perfectly in the palm of nick's hand is, quite possibly, a testament to the notion that sometimes a handful is all you need and he hums out a pleased noise at the attention, content to comb his fingers through the mess of his hair and press an achingly soft kiss to his hairline. )
Could. ( he gives offhand, like he isn't really thinking about it. ) Unless you can think of a better reason not to. ( like … hm …
me? )
@millionsof ( left of canon );
Date: 2023-07-05 01:21 am (UTC)they were born on this planet, yes, and it has come to be their home in the sense that they're well aware they have nowhere else to go, and have to make the best of what they're given, which means hoofing it from one city to another, and another, and another still and vash is sure they're never going to know real rest until —
until his brother finds his followers. one by one by one they'd come, and they'd stayed and vash hadn't asked any questions because his brother tells him not to worry, he's going to take care of them both, and doesn't he trust him?
yes, yes i trust you, nai. i'll always trust you.
he's never given him a reason not to, and he's not about to start questioning his motives now, right? even if those that believe in him — in them — have a tendency to err on the side of fanatical, vash still stands on the periphery of everything and follows his twin's instruction, because he knows best.
he knows best.
they share a room and a bed, because of course they do and it's still early morning, before nai has a chance to rise before him that vash curls in close against his side as he always does; it's as natural as anything, the pull he feels toward his brother that keeps him close. nuzzling into the space between his chin and his collarbones, vash fills it with the softest nuzzles and even softer sighs, seeking to tangle their legs together as he always does when there are small moments in the morning like this, before his brother steals away from their bed and sees to whatever business he must.
stay. )
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Date: 2023-08-14 07:59 pm (UTC)little comforts that for some would be considered obvious necessities, but all nai can think of is what else is needed, what else must he accomplish to ensure a better life for vash.
his brother deserved more than nai could give him now, but they were on a path set to create a paradise for themselves. the road there was hellish, dangerous, nai having his moments late at night threatened by doubts that left him unable to sleep and instead turning in their bed to watch vash slumber instead. so long as vash was safe and sound, nothing else mattered. no matter what nai needed to do to accomplish a better life for themselves, any action was justified. vash couldn't understand, wouldn't understand, not with his bleeding soft heart that ached at the sight of the homeless and down on their luck seated on the edges of dilapidated buildings and dirty streets.
nai could look away, knowing there was very little standing between them if he dared to slip and lose sight of what he needed to do for their future's sake.
the sun has yet to rise, but the sounds of the city outside their bedroom window are almost the same as the sounds of birds in the early morning. nai has always been a light sleeper, years and years of necessity now an old habit that he can't break. it had saved their lives a few times, and that was all he needed to know it was worthwhile at the cost of a restless sleep. yet this morning, he's slower to wake. vash is warm beside him along with the smell of freshly laundered bedsheets and nai is comfortable. enough that sleep clings to his mind even as he feels vash shifting beside him, edging himself closer and filling in the spaces left empty for him. nai can feel his breath against his neck, can't help the way his mouth curls up just a little as vash tangles them together.
he moves his arms, one wrapping around vash to pull him closer as the other reaches up to run a few fingers through messy, sand-blonde hair to dispel some of the knots made during sleep. nai turns his head and nuzzles into that hair, mumbling quietly.] Vash.
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Date: 2023-08-15 02:03 am (UTC)it's kept them safe for so long, safe and cared for and he's never going to take a single thing for granted that he's done for them, for the sake of them, and he's going to do everything within his power to do what he can in return, even if he's pretty sure nai doesn't want his little brother fussing too much. as he says.
and … okay, yes, vash is a bit of a fusser. but he does it with all the good intentions, he swears.
nai has always been the lighter sleeper of the two of them, it's true, but that doesn't mean much when vash himself could sleep through the end of the world when he's really tired, and maybe through a handful of natural disasters on a normal night; it helps having his brother near, solid and warm and soothing with every gentle rise and fall of his chest with every breath, the quiet little snores that he swears up, down and sideways are not a thing but vash knows better, and it makes him chuckle in the back of his throat every. single time.
the younger twin gives a small, trilling sound in the back of his throat — it can only be a purr, even in his sleep — subconsciously honing in on the sound of his brother's voice and curling in even closer, the arm he's laying on trapped between them but the other slipping around his waist. like it so often does, because he likes to be held like this so much, and he'll say as much given half the chance because he's never been shy in his affection. giving, or receiving.
he nuzzles into the hollow of his throat, the next sound of out him a little bit more awake, though still edging more toward inhuman than human. a low, softly rumbling thing. )
Naaaaiiii … not gettin'up yet are you …
@millionsof ( modern / mafia );
Date: 2023-07-05 01:47 am (UTC)nai taking care of everything up front and him in the background, because he doesn't exactly know what his brother is doing to ensure their survival, only that ( in passing ) there are those that consider nai dangerous, and maybe he can see it in the way he sets his teeth against the back of his neck, in the way he holds him close, possessive in a way that nothing else can touch and vash doesn't want to touch, because where his twin might be possessive …
vash just wants to feel loved. because he loves with everything in him and he feels it back in turn every time nai pulls him into his arms, every time they fall into bed together only to wake up a tangled mess, and he accepts it. for everything it is and everything it isn't, he doesn't question.
( just like nai wants. )
he'd gone out to grab a few things for them; some treats he knows his brother will never ask for for himself and some doughnuts because he's predictable on his own part when he starts to feel it, a tingling heat beginning at the base of his spine and slithering its way upward as he makes his way back, and oh, crap.
um. hey, nai?
when you come back to your shared room you're going to be effectively smacked in the face with the very beginning of your brother's heat, and if he's been able to prepare it to his liking already he's going to be buried in a nest made mostly out of your clothes, because it smells like you, and he needs that comfort.
if you catch him in the middle of it, he'll just be rearranging shirts you both trade back and forth because they smell like you both of you, and he's taking a break in the form of having wrapped himself in one of your button-downs. because he's frustrated with not being able to get the nest how he wants it. )
@shaltnot;
Date: 2023-07-23 04:12 am (UTC)( this is kind of fun, if he stops to think about it. it almost seems like wolfwood is being playful, and that side of him doesn't come out all that often. so he'll keep this up as long as he chooses to humor him. )
okay, okay, you're good, i get it
but
( squints. is the little plant supposed to be him? it would make sense ... and it's really kind of cute. )
are you saying i should drink too?
do you want company?
( is he grasping at straws? yeah, a little.
is he hoping he'll say yes? yeah ... a little more than a little. )
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Date: 2023-07-23 05:52 am (UTC)though in all honesty he does make a point to drive a wedge between himself and others, especially with people that ought to be considered as part of the job.
that's different when drinking is concerned, though. mostly. that's what he's telling himself. ]
👍
[ which is why he is, indeed, asking for company. and, hey...how can he keep an eye on vash if he's not around? sound logic. ]
🐺💰🍺
[ so...? ]
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Date: 2023-07-23 06:39 am (UTC)he's an open book, pretty much.
and as much as vash wants to keep the people he cares for close to him, it's much the same on his end; arm's length might sometimes be too close when he takes his brother into consideration, when he thinks of how he might use something or someone to reel him in, hurt him in turn, he knows it would be better to keep more acquaintances than friends.
part of the job, that's all it is. he can't let himself think that he wants some kind of closeness, because that makes it real, and nobody needs that.
it doesn't matter if it's just drinking.
which is why he doesn't reply, instead heading to where he'd last seen him, assuming he's still there if he's still drinking and dropping into a seat next to him. all easy smiles and a hum of laughter in the back of his throat as he settles. )
So, what's your poison this time?
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Date: 2023-07-24 02:10 am (UTC)He won't deny that he's pleased to see that Vash has taken the bait. One brow raises up behind the rim of his sunglasses, and then the other as he flashes a cheeky grin at the other man. ]
Bourbon.
[ It's a break of the routine of "hand signals only", but he thinks that Vash paid his dues with all those emojis.
He still gives a thumbs up to rate it before offering his half-empty glass. A taste? ]
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Date: 2023-07-24 04:21 pm (UTC)he thinks they're two sides of the same coin. maybe that's why they both get it. but he doesn't really need to think right now, does he? not when wolfwood grins at him on his approach, and it looks … like he's actually genuinely pleased he'd shown up.
he gives a little huff of a laugh under his breath when he offers his glass, reaches to take it with his gloved right hand and their fingers brush, but it's an absent thing. something easily enough passed off as purely accidental. when he takes a small sip, warmth spreads over his tongue almost instantly and it carves a path down his throat when he swallows but it's a good burn. it always is.
he offers the glass back, tongue flicking over his bottom lip to catch an errant drop. ) I knew you had good taste. S'good.
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Date: 2023-07-25 06:02 am (UTC)As such, he watches closely without trying to make it too obvious, picking up a still smoking cigarette from where it rests on a nearby ash tray. He flicks a bit off the end, gaze resting on Vash's mouth for a bit longer than it should before he quickly shifts it back up to accept the glass back. Thank God for sunglasses in shady bars. ]
Want a glass? I said I'd pay.
[ Well, emoted it. But still. ]
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Date: 2023-07-25 09:12 pm (UTC)not that he's about to admit it! not in a million years! but. the thought is there, and it's not going anywhere.
he would tease about the other wearing such dark glasses inside, but he's never really seen him without them, and he thinks that has to mean something, though — maybe he feels his gaze on him more than sees it for himself, and maybe his teeth catch the inside of his bottom lip as he hands the glass back over. )
I just came to keep you company, but hey, since you're buyin' … ( he grins wide, and the very corners of his eyes crinkle with it. ) Not gonna break the bank, is it? That's some darn good stuff.
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Date: 2023-07-27 12:53 am (UTC)He takes a drink from his glass as he waits for Vash's decision. Vash's company is nice even if he won't say as much, but drinks are a more comfortable pretext. ]
I'm a man of my word, ain't I?
[ There is just some fine print at the best of times.
Don't worry about it, I've got it covered.
[ And his pockets may not be so deep, but he can handle a couple of drinks. He knocks on the counter to get the barkeeps attention and nods towards Vash. ]
Put it on my tab.
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Date: 2023-07-28 12:00 am (UTC)this much is true: he's glad nicholas is with them. he enjoys his company, those wry smiles of his when he deigns to give them, the roughness of his abbreviated laughter when he deigns to give that over, though it seems to be in much smaller supply than the aforementioned smiles. there are walls there, and he knows them when he sees them because he has his own up all around him, but …
some part of him hopes that he might be able to find a break, a breach that will let him see more of the wolfwood that lies on the inside. the one that would do anything and everything to save the place he'd called home, and the brother he'd lost despite everything.
no one ever really knows anyone else, do they? that's a part of the human condition vash likes to think he's a part of, because so many things elude him.
he gives a sheepish little grin at i'm a man of my word, ain't i? because yeah, yeah he is as far as vash is concerned, and he taps the fingers of his prosthetic against the glass when it comes, not lifting it to drink just yet, and instead asking: )
What're we drinking to?
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Date: 2023-07-31 06:31 am (UTC)The world's a mess and they're all just trying to navigate through it. Vash is no exception to that, even if his role in Nicholas' own life is quickly becoming a confusing one. One that shouldn't be, given that he knows his mission.
He's dawdling. He's drawing it out bit by bit because there are things he still doesn't understand about Vash the Stampede that he tells himself he needs to before he turns the guy over. (Yeah, that's it.)
Nicholas takes his own glass in hand when Vash proposes a toast of sorts, lifting up the half-gone liquid to the dim lights of the bar. ]
Makin' it through another day.
[ He glances at Vash as he extends the glass to tap. ]
Not something everyone can boast about around here.
yikes sorry for the late tagback, no hard feelings if it's been too long!
Date: 2023-08-09 05:20 pm (UTC)but where wolfwood is concerned, maybe it really is better that some things are left unsaid. he doesn't have a clue where the next day will find them, or the next, or the one after that —- and he's sure the other man doesn't, either.
( what's it like to be so naive, vash? and what has it ever done for you that hasn't ended in another wound, another scar, another chipped fragment from a broken heart? )
he ponders nicholas while he, in turn, ponders his proposal of a toast, thinking that they so rarely get to have even a moment's reprieve that it's nice to see him leaning even a little bit toward allowing himself to relax. not that vash is any better, of course not, he's the one that will run himself ragged on someone else's account before he even entertains the idea of thinking about himself, but. there may or may not be a couple of accusations of him being a hypocrite hidden somewhere in the deep pockets of his coat.
let that never go without saying.
he hums, and when a smile spreads across the line of his mouth again it's a little bit melancholy, but still genuine. he clinks their glasses together. ) I can drink to that, definitely.
To our tomorrows … and the hope that there'll be a lot of them. ( heh. see what i did there. you're welcome.
he takes a good, long swallow, empties the glass about halfway and sets it down, again absently licking the corner of his mouth to catch a stray droplet. he shivers lightly, but he always does when the burn is that good in the back of his throat. )
@naturallywavy;
Date: 2023-07-23 05:03 am (UTC)since you're the one coming to me
okay okay
no pants when you get here, promise
but since you're being like this you better hurry
or i might start without you
( you better hurry up if you want that popsicle, sir. )
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Date: 2023-07-24 11:24 pm (UTC)i don’t exert this amount of energy on just anyone.. im walking fast.. running, even..
maybe ill get there faster with a picture to entice me.. just saying..
@fatalexception;
Date: 2023-10-18 02:49 pm (UTC)( anything made out of pillows, or anything pillow-adjacent, should be friendly. the thought of anything else is just scandalous enough that it comes dangerously close to upsetting him.
but this is also the kind of guy you could get drunk and he'd start warbling about some endangered species or something until someone sent him to bed. )
point, but if it wasn't hostile, you wouldn't need to take it down at all, now would you?
( he's conveniently forgotten his second question in favor of making this point, because it's super important. )
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Date: 2023-10-20 01:38 am (UTC)[nines that's robo-racist and anyway who said it had to be a machine machine? depending who you ask, you count as a "robot" too, my dude]
@assassinsgreed ( last call isn't really last call );
Date: 2023-11-02 12:19 am (UTC)there's something about him that he can't put his finger on, something that sits just to the left of everything he'd known up until then, something anomalous that he thinks he's bound to figure out sooner or later, because he always does, no matter how long it takes.
( of course he doesn't know that his brother has set him after him, on a trail that never seems as invisible as vash would prefer it, but he moves around so much and so frequently that in a small town like this, no one is likely to remember him, because he has ever intention of picking up first thing in the morning and heading toward the next best thing.
or the next … mediocre thing. the next thing that needs his attention. it never matters if it's all that interesting or not. )
the door closes behind toji with a soft click, no doubt nudged shut by the other's foot because he'd noticed it had a tendency to stay open on its own, and it stuck when you tried to open it; vash meanders over toward his rucksack, digs around for a minute or two before he pulls out an unopened bottle of something he'd picked up the last time he'd stopped. a gift, really, for helping with their busted plant. he'd try to say it wasn't necessary, that he'd only done what he could and he hadn't been all that sure it would work, anyway! but.
rosa drives a hard bargain, it seems. and he'd been made to promise to come back to jeneora rock at his next earliest convenience. drinks on the house.
he turns with a smile, lopsided and easy, waving the bottle in his hand a bit, its contents sloshing around inside. ) I haven't tried it myself yet, but if the source proves anything, it's gonna be strong. Uh— ( he looks around, even though he doesn't think his search is going to yield him anything. )
No glasses, though. Hope you don't mind drinking from the bottle.
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Date: 2023-11-02 01:58 am (UTC)Once he found Vash, he had a plan first and foremost to pursue him. It should be easy with his intense speed to wrangle this guy up as if he was going to be this evening's dinner (which, maybe, in a way he would be, wink wink) and although Toji typically thinks with his mind, he sometimes thinks with his dick. Actually, he thinks with his dick quite a lot, but usually his logical mindset wins over his lust. It wasn't exactly the case when he met Vash.
As he first grew acquainted, he was quietly scheming a deviation to his plan. He was just so weak for these types; those who would always smile despite their circumstances and might be a little airheaded but overall good. It reminded him of his first wife, whom he missed dearly, and how her love for him made him happy for just a small sliver in his miserable life.
Vash was wanted alive, but there were no rules saying he couldn't have some fun with him first. Surely his cock won't kill him? Probably not. In fact, it might be in his favor to get on good terms with the guy and in a closer, more vulnerable proximity. The scenario presents itself rather easily because Vash is too trusting, and Toji thinks for a moment that he might feel guilty capturing this guy.. until he remembers the reward he'll get for doing it.
Yeah, that makes him feel no remorse right away.
As Toji is lured into the hotel room and is eyeballing the liquor presented to him, he makes a swift advance to the blonde, offering to open it for him. If it's a screw off or cap, Toji can get it pretty well with his hands. If it's a cork, he can get it pretty well with his teeth. ]
Oh no, we're going to share cooties.
[ Sarcasm, of course, because Toji has implied a few times this evening he wouldn't mind kissing those pretty lips of his. ]
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Date: 2023-11-07 03:00 am (UTC)giving everyone the benefit of the doubt until proven untrustworthy is kind of his MO. it's gotten him into trouble more times than he can count by now, but that's of no real consequence, is it? nah.
he doesn't know what his future holds for him, only that at the very least he won't be lonely for what remains of the night, and he thinks … this toji guy isn't the worst companion he could have chosen, all things considered. he seems smart. witty. might have a bit of an ego but it could be well-earned, because. look at him.
he's never been the type to call someone easy on the eyes and let that be a contributing factor for keeping their company, and he's not about to start. but. he is pretty easy on the eyes. tall. broad. and there's something about the scar that bisects the line of his mouth that makes him want to —
ohhhh no. nope, nuh uh, not letting the thought train take that route! reel it back in, vash …
but now that the idea is there in the back of his mind, it's not about to go anywhere. he wants to bite that scar, and with every look that toji gives him, that thought catches another like some kind of wildfire and if he's not careful … it's all going to run away from him without a single hope of him being able to control it.
dangerous territory he's practically wading into, but when does he not get himself into his own messes?
the bottle has a cork, because narration might just want to make vash squirm watching the other man make short work of it with his teeth, the tiniest flush of pink tinting the very tips of his ears as he gives over a chuckle. the quietest tinkling of laughter. )
Oh no. ( he mimics, gesturing for the other to take the first sip. ) I brushed my teeth today, I think we're good. ( you're like a fucking baby deer, vash. it's no wonder he wants to get his teeth in you. )
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Date: 2023-11-07 04:11 am (UTC)luckybefore he pulls it out of the bottle with a delightful pop sound, spitting it out across the room. Two senses hit him strongly at once: the alcohol (which is overpowering for his nose, but he’s used to it so he doesn’t react) and the heat from Vash’s blushing. It’s always lovely to feel that kind of warmth radiating off of somebody; maybe that’s why he’s so good at charming others is because his keen senses make it nearly impossible to lie if they have some interest in him. It’s problematic, but he takes this as an invitation; consent to some kind of extent, and settles his hand on the blonde’s slender waist, the other hand cradling the alcohol by the neck. ]Imagine. Getting bodily fluids on each other.
[ Toji. Toji, heel. ]
Really gross.
[ The bottle is kicked back as he takes the first shot; it’s strong, whatever it is, and burns down his throat smoothly. A tingling sensation lingers on his lips, emerald colored eyes watching Vash intently. ]
Wanna taste?
[ Despite the offer, Toji isn’t offering the bottle to Vash. Maybe Vash is aware that what he is asking is if he wants to kiss him or not.
Another problematic way of consent. ]
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Date: 2023-11-07 09:27 pm (UTC)ahem. narration is getting ahead of themselves. somebody really should bring out the spray bottle.
whatever. yeah. okay. it is pretty much a blatant invitation, not quite to do anything he wants ( he doesn't know how far those wants go? he actually doesn't know what he wants at all? so uh ) but it's certainly the beginning of something, and at the mention of bodily fluids.
don't mind him effectively bluescreening at that for a second. stampede.exe has stopped working.
would you like to restart? )
Yeah. Gross. Definitely. ( his voice is not small. or squeaky. and he is absolutely not about to trip over his words like he sometimes does his own damned feet when he's not paying attention to where he's going.
wanna taste?
vash looks from where the bottle remains in toji's hand to the man's face, down to the increasingly mischievous line of his mouth and back up to those pretty green eyes, over to the bottle again. ) Yeah. ( he says again, parroting himself from seconds ago and he really should stop to wonder where his last brain cell went. is it on the floor? did it go flying across the room along with the cork? did he leave it back at the bar?
he licks his lips absently, shifting tentatively forward, further into the other's personal space. ) Yeah, I do.
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Date: 2023-11-08 04:18 am (UTC)Thought so. Someone is feeling pretty thirsty. It couldn't possibly be the goodie-two-shoes, pretty boy right before me, could it?
[ Toji knows these types; the kind that is kind of ditzy and stupid, but, full of so much heart and compassion. The assassin doesn't dare tread along the painful road of nostalgia, making the connection to his first wife-- the sunshiny girl who was the first to ever show him kindness; it was her compassionate personality that drew him like a moth to a flame. He never thought he'd fall in love and he never wanted to, but he couldn't resist her and would do anything for her. That's where the attraction comes from, though. He almost feels bad-- almost-- knowing that once he's seduced him and had his fun he's going to break his trust, but Knives put up such a big bounty, not even Toji's cock can deny prize money like that.
Speaking of his cock, it's starting to feel a little warm down there and he hasn't even done anything. It's all been from merely imagining what he's going to do to this guy.
He gives Vash one last look before he wets his lips, taking another shot from the bottle and not.. completely swallowing all of the alcohol; he let's a little bit linger in his mouth so he can share it with his friend. His pal. His big, cute, cash cow that he's going to turn in. Maybe that's what is exciting him instead.
Finally, Toji does it. He kisses Vash with an open mouth, not hesitant with his force. Once the blonde's lips are parted, Toji will share with him a generous amount of both alcohol and spit. ]
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Date: 2023-11-08 09:51 pm (UTC)the type toji seems to know best is one he puts on for show; yes, he can be a little ditzy at times, sometimes these things can't be helped and he's always going to be naive to a fault because he would much rather give someone the benefit of the doubt than assume the worst, but he's never been stupid. all the better if that's the vibe he gives off, really, because that just means that everyone from this town to the next one over isn't going to pay him any mind and he can keep slipping right under the radar.
probably. maybe? not like he has to worry about anything from this guy, surely.
the kiss comes and he thinks he's prepared for it; warm, wet, bitter from the taste of alcohol that he willingly swallows down ( along with the saliva, getting right in on sharing those bodily fluids, huh ) and he doesn't think to stop himself from being bold enough to lick into the other man's mouth, tongue slick and warm, questing as it curls around toji's own. it isn't a kiss as much as it is permission, permission for the other to keep going, and where has all this sudden boldness come from?
maybe he'd picked it up when he'd discarded that remaining brain cell. wherever it actually is. rest in peace, you probably won't be missed.
the fingers of his flesh and bone hand curl into the fabric of toji's topmost layer, pulling him infinitesimally closer as he takes it just a liiiiittle bit further and sucks on the very tip of his tongue. light, soft, teasing.
definitely traded in that brain cell for a bigger set of balls. good on you, vashu. )
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Date: 2023-11-10 04:21 am (UTC)But right now, he's distracted by a very impressive kiss and he's not shy when it comes to letting his partner know he's having a good time. He blatantly moans into Vash's mouth, reciprocating with his own tongue and that's when Vash catches it with his lips. The kiss is broken, but Toji is going in for another one, his palm curving around and groping a handful of ass, squeezing like the degenerate he is.
For a second, he pulls away just as quick as he arrived, shoving the alcohol in Vash's grasp. ]
Get drinking, then.
[ Because right now, Toji is going to get more comfortable and reach down to the hem of his shirt, sliding it up and over the dips and valleys of his impressive physique until it's completely pulled off and discarded on the floor.. probably somewhere near Vash's forgotten brain cell. ]
Get touching, too.
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Date: 2023-11-14 02:59 am (UTC)( maybe … that was part of knives' plan? maybe he'll think about that when he realizes he's essentially let a sandworm into the thomas pen. toji is going to eat him alive and not in the fun way before this is all over and done with, and at the end of it all vash is going to tell himself it's his fault, because he'd allowed it to happen. )
the other man moans into their kiss and it might be deliberate, it might be on purpose but it's enough to send a thrilling little shiver down the very center of vash's spine all the same, the deep roughness of his voice doing something to him that ultimately stirs the heat already pooling low in his belly. he isn't quite expecting the squeeze to his ass — to the point that it draws a tiny little squeak out of him, don't say anything about it, you didn't hear a thing — and he's not quite expecting him to draw away from the kiss when he does, because he wasn't finished with that taste of you, thank you very much. but what comes out of toji's mouth next is a little more than incentive enough to keep his interest piqued.
he takes a drink from the bottle when toji shoves it at him, a small one but nearly enough to choke on juuuust a little when the other's shirt comes up and over his head, ends up dropped to the floor and immediately forgotten ( just like that brain cell, he really isn't thinking about it anymore, and may not have been very much in the first place ) and it should be … probably is embarrassing, the way his mouth hangs open for a small moment before he bends to place the bottom on the floor near their feet. he wants both hands for this.
flesh-and-bone and prosthetic alike, fingertips graze the flat of a muscled stomach, trailing upward over the bottom curve of his ribs and ultimately over the impressive mounds of his pectorals, hard and smooth but soft all at once as he lets his touch wander. touching for the sake of touching, marveling at the hardness of him. the size of him.
and he hasn't even seen all of him yet. he leans in for another kiss that's more the slick slide of his tongue against the line of toji's mouth than anything else, a quiet sound drifting up from the back of his throat that's part moan, part sigh, part something else that simply wants without being able to put words to it. )
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Date: 2023-11-14 04:14 am (UTC)Toji didn’t want friends; he wanted fairness in the world, even if it meant being unfair to others. It was justifiable in his mind. Vash was exactly that— someone who would level out the worst in his world with the prize money on his head. He had no intentions in letting any of his guarded feelings get through his cold heart.
We’ll see about that.
He did a miraculous job at charming, though, and seeming trustworthy and interested. For someone who had immense strength and a whole list of filthy turn ons, Toji was never too rough the first time he was with someone. Having someone with such intense strength show others he wouldn’t take advantage of them was the beginning in building their trust. He can feel eyes on him when the shirt is removed— there’s always a rush of satisfaction at that. He knows he’s one of the only people in his former clan that has the sex appeal that gauges a reaction like that. It makes him really puff up his peacock feathers.
Sure, he doesn’t have cursed energy, but at least he has a big, heavy, thick — confident spirit when it comes to banging people. It’s his favorite past time next to wasting his savings away and sleeping.
Toji reminds still as Vash’s hands explode to his leisure, the thin hairs on his body starting to prickle from the touch. He could feel the imprint of Vash’s fingerprints along his body, or the trail of cool prosthetic. Vash may not know it, but to Toji with his heightened sense of touch, it was a bit of accidental temperature play.
He returns the kiss by lapping against Vash’s mouth, grinning wildly. ]
What? See something you like?
[ don’t mind him just casually reaching up and taking those dorky glasses off of his nose.
The only Hallmark movie moment he will ever produce. ]
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Date: 2023-11-16 05:17 pm (UTC)( everyone should have friends, toji, though there is nothing wrong with wanting fairness in a world that is reticent to give it; vash has long since learned that this world is anything but fair, but that hasn't stopped him from looking for it every chance he gets, because even if it's hard to find, that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
that doesn't mean there isn't still goodness in the world. he's never been anything, if not an optimist. )
toji has been charming, and maybe it goes without saying thus far that he isn't so bad on the eyes, either — but vash has always been more drawn to all the little things that make a person up, the odds and ends and bits and pieces that come together to form the semblance of a whole, and he'd be lying to himself and the other man both if he tried to get away with saying that there wasn't something inherently interesting about him that he can't quite put his finger on. it's reason enough, isn't it, for him to have brought him back to his room in the first place where he never would have thought of such a thing in the past —
sue him, he may be prone to making bad decisions, but he doesn't think this is going to be one of them. stay tuned to find out when he finally realizes that he's made the sort of mistake that there is no coming back from. at least, not how one would expect.
vash grin back into the kiss, reaching up with his right hand to thread long fingers through dark hair, blunt, bitten-short nails dragging over the nape of his neck in a blatant show of attempting to get a reaction out of him. ) Mm, maybe. If you're gonna make me say as much. ( cheeky little shit, even when he's waffling back and forth between playing the shyness card right before he finds a renewed sense of confidence in his own actions, and whatever else he happens to be hiding up his sleeves …
it might end up being a bit of a surprise to them both.
he pulls back for a small moment, shrugging both shoulders just as much as he needs to wriggle out of his coat, tossing it toward the nearby bed and immediately forgetting about it as he closes the distance between them again, cool fingers of his prosthetic playing almost too gently over the rise of a collarbone. without his glasses, he feels exposed but he doesn't think it's in such a bad way, perhaps liking the way the other man looks at him a bit too much. )
I think you're getting a bit ahead of me, though. ( that may as well be vash-ese for 'why don't you do something about that yourself?' without so many words. )
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Date: 2023-11-17 12:34 am (UTC)The stroking of his hair does earn Vash a low hum, pleased with gentle touches (don’t tell anyone) because it mocked honest love that he never got from anyone other than his deceased wife. When Vash shrugs off his coat and reinvades himself into Toji’s space, he clicks his tongue in a bit of disappointment that’s all that comes off— but on one hand, this provides a handsome opportunity to undress him.
There’s a pool of lust burning within him and he’s not sure how long he can try to act gentle and sweet when he’s otherwise rough in the bedroom, but the last thing he needs is his prize money running off skittishly. What if, though, Vash was also into a bit of bedroom roughness? There’s a thought. He will have to test the waters if he really wants to get what he wants the most out of this, and for someone as greedy as him, he’s willing to take high stakes.
Toji spreads a hand wide, catching Vash inbetween the slope of his neck and the angle of his jaw, thumb right under Vash’s lower lip, pushing to expose skin along his neck more, mouth opening wide to lap and kiss along there. He gives him a selfish suck or two, leaving a possessive mark, heavy eyes giving him a glance as his breath hitches slightly in his speaking: ]
How do you like to do it?
[ Back to his throat, this time grazing his teeth along Vash’s skin. He murmurs hotly against him to clarify: ]
How do you like to fuck?
[ What position? How long? How hard? Those kinds of things. Talk dirty to him. He’ll revisit the other conversation in a minute.
Toji’s hands wander, this time gripping the hem of his shirt and attempting to pull it up and over his little needle noggin. ]
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Date: 2023-11-23 01:56 am (UTC)nai must look huge in comparison. they might both be geometric shapes in their base design, long limbs and triangle cores, but this one's muscle mass is lean where his brother's boasts being able to follow through with any threats he might deign to make in the first place. with his own hands, even if it would be easier to let someone else have the pleasure.
( let? allow. bluesummers practically froths at the mouth to do his master's bidding, but it's not like this one knows that. )
there's that … and the fact that nai has never been unkind when they were younger, perhaps more reticent to believe what rem had told them regarding humans more often than not, but it had shown in the lines of his expression when he wasn't sure what he was meant to believe where vash soaked everything up like the proverbial sponge, and that's. always going to be another difference between them. they both wear their emotions clear as day in their expressions —
it's just that vash is always more forgiving, more open, where nai is hesitant, terse, unyielding.
toji doesn't have anything to worry about with regard to how rough he wants to be with him, even if he doesn't realize it; vash is also, ah … a bit unaware of that, himself, at least when it comes to realizing that he likes being manhandled, pressed down and taken but it's because he doesn't know a whole hell of a lot about what he likes in the first place. at least beyond what he's experimented with, himself —
and his fingers pressing inside have never been enough, rutting against a thin, threadbare mattress has never been enough but he's not about to give that over, because it makes him feel small and like he doesn't know enough, and the man in front of him, all solid muscle and leering gazes probably doesn't want a partner that doesn't know what they're doing going to bed with him.
he tips his head to the side almost helplessly, offering his throat and anything toji might want from it, biting and licking and sucking as he goes, and he gets a breathless moan for his trouble that turns into something a little bit more, shallow and wanting, an almost whine filtering upward as the fingers of his flesh-and-blood hand dig into a broad, densely muscled shoulder.
how do you like to do it?
how do you like to fuck?
vash groans, body moving with the pull the other gives to his shirt and it comes up and over his head, where it ends up he genuinely doesn't care because it means more skin against skin, something that he accentuates with the tiniest roll of his hips against toji's, a sigh caught in the back of his throat. )
Hard.
( he says without much thought, thinking of how he's tried to work his fingers inside his body. ) Deep. ( rough is what he doesn't say, throat working in a swallow toji will surely feel against his mouth, if it stays where it is. )
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Date: 2023-11-23 04:08 am (UTC)Toji pulls back, calloused palm handling Vash just under his chin, sharp gaze looking at him as if he was the most delicious thing in the world. ]
Oooooh, so naughty. Look at you. Such a good bad boy. I can do hard. I can do deep. I can also do rough.
[ What a coincidence he's the one who says it. The sound of his voice seems like it might have a hint of condescending tone, but Vash's talking is mostly adorable if someone were to outwardly ask him. There's something he needs to test the waters with-- both for tonight's sex and tomorrow's reward. Toji has to be smart about thing and continue to further increase his innocence to Vash. He whispers into his ear, hand sliding from Vash's chin, spreading wider, allowing it to straddle the blonde's throat and avoid his windpipe. Toji adds the slightest bit of pressure-- there's something else he loves more than popping cherries and it's choking people out. This is a simple, small taste of what he knows how to do.
His voice is hushed and hoarse. ]
You have to trust me though. You can do that, can't you, sweetheart? ♡
[ Because the more Vash trusts him, the easier it is for Toji to betray him. ]
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Date: 2023-11-25 02:23 am (UTC)instincts that are normally used for knowing when to run, when to stay, when to smile and when to try to turn on the waterworks in case they'll actually get him somewhere, but with toji … it's already so much more different than anything else, anything in all of his one-hundred-plus years, and. god, he already likes it so much that he's sure it's going to end up being a problem.
he tries to roll his eyes at the response he gets at first, such a good bad boy, but his throat seems to dry up immediately when the other man parrots his words back to him and adds rough at the very end, like he's already reading his mind and spreading out all of his deep, dark secrets that he never would have thought to see the light of day.
but his pulse picks up the moment that hand fits itself around his throat, pulse beating hummingbird-fast against his fingers and it's all he can do to take a breath in and make it do so good, holding it in his lungs until they begin to burn with it and finally letting it out in a slow whoosh, the air leaking out of him like a deflating balloon.
when he tries to swallow again, his throat clicks with it. )
I trust you.
( it finally comes out of him, and he unwittingly presses into the pressure of the hand teasing his throat as both of his hands reach to bring toji's free one up to his lips, mouthing at the pads of his fingers and the sensitive patch of skin between thumb and forefinger. ) You can—
You can do whatever you want.
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Date: 2023-11-27 07:13 pm (UTC)[ Good. Excellent. And here, Toji thought this was going to be hard. After all, someone who is worth as much as he is being asked for should be a challenge to capture, right? The delicate kissing along his hand isn't exactly Toji's fancy, but he can't act disgusted at it now; not when he's going to be getting away with no only a hefty sum of money, but also flesh against flesh. He loves it-- fucking sensitive and sincere people like this. Opposites attract, but not only that, Toji feels like he's getting away with something that a worthless person like him doesn't deserve.. and he's absolutely right.
Toji pulls away entirely and shifts back until his shins hit the side of the bed and he sits down, thick, firm thighs instantly spreading wide. The lightweight trousers he's wearing tie and button together, and Vash should know where this is going as he works on untying first. He's not going to expose himself just yet, though,
With a click of his tongue, he gestures to the open space in front of him. ]
Lend me your mouth, handsome.
[ Specifically, your throat, Vash. But he'll get to that in a moment. ]
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Date: 2023-12-06 06:28 pm (UTC)you can do whatever you want.
there's not a single thought in that blond head of his that could touch on how much that's going to come back around and bite him squarely in his nonexistent ass in the very near future.
he's not quite ready for toji to put distance between them when he does; having never dared to let anyone close enough to do anything like this before, he wants to savor every single bit of it he can and he will, in his own way, because who's to say that this is ever going to happen again? two passing ships in the night that just so happened to be in the same town at the same time — ha! — and parted even before the suns have a chance to touch the horizon, he wants to be able to take everything he can away from this, commit it to memory.
sentimental, sweet little thing.
vash watches with wide, bright blue eyes as the other takes his steps backward, as he settles himself at the edge of the mattress and lets his thighs splay wide apart, obscene and inviting all at once and he almost folds himself down onto his knees before toji can give a word of instruction. he waits, though, because there is still a part of him that doesn't want to seem too eager. because toji doesn't want a puppy, does he?
lend me your mouth, he drawls, and all at once he's sinking to the floor in front of him like his body isn't all sharp points and angles, fluid and almost too smooth as he rests his palms at the tops of his thighs on either side of him, glassy gaze flicking from his lap to his face and back again.
very, very unconsciously, he licks his lips. ) … Can I?
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Date: 2023-12-07 12:15 am (UTC)As Vash crouches down before him, Toji’s perceptive eyes follow his movements in a rather predatory way, his smile growing fondly at both the pressure on his thighs and seeing such a pretty boy acting so submissive. He loves it. One of his large hands reaches out, holding Vash by the chin again, his thumb trailing along his lower lip. ]
So polite and obedient~ Who am I to say no? But I want to see what your mouth feels like first.
[ And test that gag reflex before he gets too into this. His wrist curves, thumb pushing past Vash’s lips and into his mouth— his two forefingers follow, exploring behind Vash’s teeth and along his silky tongue. ]
Suck for me.
[ His other hand takes through that bright, blonde hair— petting him. Maybe he does want a puppy; who knows. ]
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Date: 2023-12-07 10:28 pm (UTC)strange bit of sentiment when he's just gotten on his knees for the other man, but. that's really neither here nor there, now is it?
toji shouldn't be able to miss the way vash stretches his neck when one of those large hands takes him by the chin again, waves of i want to be good for you and is this what you want? rolling off of him in an almost tangible way as his throat works in a dry swallow. shoulders pulled back just enough to have his chest bowing out slightly, spine a pretty, shallow arc.
his lips are barely parted before toji presses his thumb between them, parting them further and he can feel the heat flushing his cheeks a vivid pink that there is no mistaking for anything other than what it is; desire and a scant bit of embarrassment as those fingers slip over the flat of his tongue and his vision goes hazy for a moment. maybe two, maybe three before he comes back to himself and presses his lips back together around the intrusion.
he sucks gently at first, barely worth calling it as much as the tip of his tongue teases along the seam those two fingers make presses together, as sweet as it is hesitant and then he's sucking a bit harder, hard enough to hollow his cheeks the tiniest bit.
his flush deepens as he catches toji's dark eyes with his own, looking for both confirmation and a little bit of guidance as he seeks to take his fingers deeper into his mouth. )
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Date: 2023-12-12 12:02 am (UTC)He leans down, just a breath away as his other hand caresses through Vash's hair. ]
I know you can be nastier than that. There's no reason to be shy. It's just us. I won't be mad if you stop holding back.
[ Although Toji loves playing the strict top that punishes his bottoms when they do things out of line, he's moreso interested to see what Vash wants to do at the moment. He slides his fingers back and forth, feeling around his mouth-- how big it is, how nice his teeth are. Vash said he likes it rough, so he slips his digits further down and into his throat to test the waters, then out again. In, and out. Toji then relaxes his hand, as if giving Vash permission to do what he wants with his hand before he gives him the honors of presenting his cock. ]
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Date: 2023-12-20 08:31 pm (UTC)but that doesn't stop the heat from pooling in the bottom of his stomach, does it? from tickling downward between his legs and making him whine around the other man's fingers with how wet he's getting already. flithy, slick and warm and so wanting that he doesn't need any more coaxing to give more than just the most subtle bit of suction.
he takes those fingers sliding into his throat as though this isn't the first time he's ever done anything like this, been touched like this; whether he needs the touch to ground himself or he simply wants another point of contact is anyone's guess as he takes toji's wrist in both hands, holds tight as he sucks those long, dangerous digits into his mouth when he's effectively given permission to do as he pleases.
it's so much, but nowhere near enough and he does end up pressing his thighs tight together, squirming in a way that may only seem like he's fidgeting in search of some manner of friction, and if toji doesn't want him taking too many liberties … maybe he should think about saying as much out loud. )