NOTE! This story contains SEX SCENES! GRAPHIC interaction between two MEN! Commonly known as YAOI! If you are underage OR feel offended by such a beautiful thing…I suggest you turn back NOW! I will not be merciful to flamers and complainers who reveal their own STUPIDITY by whining about it in later chapters!
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Wolfwood's new profession-Chapter One-: Vash reacts
Vash shifted, rolling onto his side and opening eyes still bleary with sleep. Sunlight shone in a ray of agonizing cheerfulness through the window, spearing into his brain and causing the dull ache already there to flare into something new and spectacular. He groaned loudly, burying his face back into the pillow.
'What the hell did I drink last night?'
"So, you're awake then?" A deceptively cheery voice greeted him, followed by the sound of a mug being placed on the bedside table. The welcoming smell of horrendously strong coffee reached his nose and he flung out a searching hand, desperate for the caffeine. His fingers hit the edge of the table, making it rock for a few terrifying moments as he blindly fumbled along the top of it for the cup.
"Whoa!" The voice laughed. "Hang on…I'll get if for you…"
Someone gently grasped his wrist before placing an invitingly warm cup in his grip, making sure he had a hold of it before letting him go. Vash rolled onto his side, eyes shut and brought the cup to his lips, slurping noisily. He sat up slowly, keeping the cup near his face before finally draining it.
"AH! I'm alive again!" He sighed loudly, bringing a fist up to rub at his eye, opening his other to find his savior.
Nicholas D. Wolfwood sat on the edge of the bed, an amused smirk on his face. Vash grinned at him before it turned into a grimace, his head still pounding. He glanced at the window, wincing at the sunlight streaming through onto the bed.
"Why'd ya open the curtains? You know how I feel in the morning after drinking!" He groused, frowning at the priest who was busypatting his pocketsfor a cigarette. He brought the bent stick to his lips, lighting it and inhaling deeply before answering.
"You have to get up…we have that quick draw contest to go to today…" Wolfwood smirked again and Vash sat forward to yell at him for being so damn…Wolfwood. The sudden movement unexpectedly caught up with him and he collapsed dizzily back on the bed, head swimming.
"Uugh…!" He groaned, head in his hands. "Why'd you make me drink so much last night? Do you want me to lose or something?"
Nick just laughed, slapping a hand on his shoulder companionably and making the taller gunman clap a hand over his mouth as his stomach jumped in reaction.
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The contest had gone well. No casualties and a corrupt contest-runner exposed, not to mention down by an awful lot of money.
The smiles of Neil and his beautiful mother had made it all worth while. Their shouts of joy when Neil's father had come back made Vash's heart swell in his chest, even though it meant they were out of a job. He had looked at Wolfwood and smiled. For love and peace…
It was always for love and peace.
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Now they sat in another hotel room, a few towns along. Meryl and Milly had finally left them to their own devices after one too many rude jokes on Wolfwood's part. He only told them to see the girls laugh anyway. And to see that delicious blush on Vash's face. It always stared slowly, pinking the very tops of his cheekbones before sweeping down across his face, feathering down along his jawbone, spreading to his neck if the joke was particularly indelicate. Vash always squirmed slightly in his seat, avoiding everyone's gaze, hands twitching in his lap as if they longed to cover his gorgeous face, hiding that beautiful flush from the world
Wolfwood sighed heavily. He could think forever about Vash's blushes. They were an act of God. A very sacred thing that Wolfwood kept close to himself for lonely nights...
He took another drag from his cigarette and contemplated the figure standing by the open window. Vash was leaning out into the night, looking up at the moons. The candle has burned down to a bare nub and the remaining light flickered, casting small shadows, making the moonlight flooding into the room seem so much brighter.
Vash shifted by the window, a signal that he was done thinking about whatever it was he thinks about and about to return to the table. Wolfwood quickly downed his remaining drink before pouring them both another. He eyed the bottle warily. Only one and a half left to last them the rest of the night. They had nothing to do for the rest of the week and could afford to sleep in the next morning.
"So what should we do?" He asked as Vash sat down, raising his glass to clink it against the gunman's. Vash shrugged and grinned, making a face after he downed the glass's contents.
"We could keep drinking…" Vash arched an eyebrow, an unspoken challenge in the air.
Wolfwood grinned wickedly at him.
"Drinking it is then…" He murmured, tipping the bottle up again.
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Vash laughed uproariously, stumbling around the room in a drunken haze. Wolfwood had just said something incredibly funny and, even if Vash couldn't remember it right this second, it was still hilarious. He tripped over something before sprawling across the floor, his red coat flipping up over his head. He sat up and Wolfwood roared with laughter, which set Vash off again. A fist pounded on the wall of the next room, a voice yelling at them to shut up. Vash smothered his giggles, eyes shining brightly over his hands and Wolfwood snickered, also covering his mouth.
Vash reached behind him to feel for what he'd tripped over, his hands finding a slightly square object. He grabbed it and brought it around to his face, squinting at what looked like a little house.
" 't's yur thing-y' He slurred, waving his hand at Wolfwood, trying to get his attention.
Wolf wood's chuckles died down and he squinted at the object in Vash's hands.
"Yeah! It's my…my...Co…cor…" He wet his lips and tried again. "Corn…feshional…" He got the word out with some difficulty, a pleased smile plastering itself across his face the accomplishment.
Vash giggled and turned it over in his hands. He vaguely remembered the first time Wolfwood had pulled it out. He'd stuck it over some guys head and...And…then, something was supposed to happen, wasn't it?
Vash's brow pulled down in drunken puzzlement as Wolfwood thumped to the floor after falling off his chair. He crawled drunkenly across the ground, being too far-gone for walking.
"You p't it on yur head…" He slurred, reaching for it. Vash pulled it out of his reach.
"I know tha'!" He retorted drunkenly. "I warsh jus' lookin'"
Wolfwood nodded acknowledgment, listing almost sideways as he watched the gunman.
Vash grinned lopsidedly and put the confessional on his head. He made funny, wavy motions with his arms and, what Wolfwood assumed, were ghostly noises. Wolfwood snorted with laughter and leaned forward slightly.
"You're 'sposed to tell me a secr't now…" He slurred, arching an eyebrow and trying to give Vash a knowing look, only belatedly realizing the gunman couldn't even see him.
Vash giggled from inside the confessional.
"What kinda secret?" He whispered loudly. Wolfwood could almost hear the drunken smirk in his voice.
Wolfwood shrugged, the movement almost upsetting his balance to a degree where he fell forward onto his face. He caught himself just in time, swaying back up to a sitting position.
"I dunno…something…something…" Thinking suddenly seemed incredibly hard and Wolfwood's brow furrowed. He licked his lips again. "Something like…how many people have you slept with…?"
Vash was suddenly silent and Wolfwood grinned, bending forward to nudge him.
"Oh, com' on! Don' clam up on me now, Vash!" He laughed at his own choice of words and still Vash said nothing. The priest frowned, his addled mind trying to work out what had happened. Suddenly Vash took off the confessional before placing it on the floor. He didn't even look at Wolfwood as he turned and swayed to his bed, collapsing on it and rolling to face the wall.
Wolfwood sat on the floor, immersed in confusion.
'What just happened here?' He asked himself.
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A/N: Some of this has already been posted on but since they are having touble with their new server…I've decided to have a go posting here for the time being (having heard many horror stories about people posting their NC-17 fictions here…I think it'll be a few days before I get kicked off after posting chapter 6…lol)
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There's no point posting it if no one's reading, ne?
Hella V