A one-shot I wrote a while ago and found when I was cleaning out my flash drive. I also needed to post something to make up for my lack of activity since moving, um, five months ago. Just got back from con, it was AMAZING! I cosplayed as Aradia from Homestuck, for all of you who enjoy that.
Subtle
Vash lay awake in bed staring at the ceiling, looking at the bands of soft light that the curtains allowed into the room. His straw blonde hair was messy, sweat-drenched locks arranged haphazardly by earlier throes of passion. He felt the chill of cool Swiss night air on his bare body, but ignored it.
He was used to it. The man sharing his bed, however, was not, and instead resorted to hogging the blanket, anyways. The brunette had molded the comforter into a cocoon around his curled form, head poking out gingerly to touch the pillow.
Vash removed one arm from where it crossed hands with its opposite behind his head to peel back the blanket, forcing more of his lover's face into the open. He was facing away from Vash, sleeping on his side.
Fine chocolate hairs led to his neck, a red-purple bruise on the side, teeth marks still visible from where Vash's mouth had been hours before.
After nights like this, he was always afraid that Lili would hear them. But even after Roderich had left the nearly undisturbed guest room she thought he would be staying in under the guise of a friendly visit, she was able to still look Vash in the eye and go on as though everything were normal.
Vash didn't want Lili to know. God, he didn't want her to find out. Then perhaps she would want to... no! Though she looked younger with her hair ribbons and baby-doll dresses, she was well old enough for... such activities.
Vash wouldn't be able to handle it. His sweet Lili bringing some older nation back here to violate her. Or worse, going to the other's house where there was no watchful older brother to be seen.
He was a hypocrite. Here he was thinking about protecting Lili's virtue when he had a man tangled naked in his bed sheets. And all because he was weak. Because he had called Roderich late the other night and asked him in hoarse whisper if he would come over the next day.
But he had spent hours thinking about this, and the dim white light from outside had become a strong gold without him noticing.
Roderich shifted beside Vash, rolling onto his other side. Calculating violet eyes opened slightly, taking in Vash's position.
"Guten Morgen, Switzerland." Roderich said calmly and evenly. "I trust you slept well."
Vash turned his head to look at Roderich coldly for a moment. However, he quickly turned back to staring at the ceiling.
"You should really cover yourself. It isn't proper."
Vash shot him another death glare, but said nothing. Instead he suddenly pressed his lips roughly against the Austrian's, making Roderich blush bright red at his boldness.
"I don't love you." Vash said. "I don't need this."
Roderich smirked. "Of course you don't." The four words lacked no sarcasm, no witty holier-than-thou attitude.
Roderich unwrapped himself from the web of blankest he was wound in, standing and cracking his back. He walked toward the bathroom, picking up his clothes from where they had been flung the night before as he went in as smug manner as possible. Roderich stopped at the door. "I'm taking a shower. You are welcome to join me, if you like."
The bathroom door clicked shut behind him. Vash lay on the bed with his eyes closed for a few seconds before he snapped. "Damn." He swore quietly before following Roderich in.
Why did he do this to himself?