Hey folks~

It's been a long time since I've even written, never mind posted anything here on good ol' Fanfiction. But for the last year I've been obsessed with Trigun, particularly... Vash and Wolfwood. Vash and Wolfwood, as they are adorable together.

I loves them so much 3

So for the first time in a millenia I've decided to do me some writing! Vash and Wolfwood, being adorable. This is shipping, so obvious yaoi warning~

I have a lot of theories/ideas that clash a little with the Trigun world. They still work well enough, and are aaaaallmost by the official lore. But I still have to warn that it's a slightly AU fic.

There's also an element (character, really) that doesn't exist in the series. For me, that's enough to make lose interest in a fic, but I promise you it's not some hidden self-insertion nor trying to piggyback on the series... It'll just make sense in the later chapter.

But! Back to Vash and Wolfy.

^_^ enjoy!

It was a shitty day.

Another shitty day on this dirtball planet.

Wolfwood rolled his cigarette along his lips, mindlessly crunching the already mangled stick between his teeth. Another shitty day that he got the pleasure of wandering down sun-scarred streets alone, with nothing but the weight of his cross to keep him company.

He hissed a cloud of smoke out between his teeth, toying with his cigarette idly in his fingertips before biting down on it again.

He was't quite sure why he was in such a bad mood today. Sure, Nicholas D. Wolfwood wasn't particularly famous for his good days, but usually he was pissed for a reason. Today it seemed everything just grated away at his mind like little pieces of intangible sandpaper. He blamed it on all sorts of things- the heat, the busy street, his burnt coffee... But he knew it was to do with Vash.

His long-time travelling companion has been acting particularly strange lately. Well, that wasn't out of character, Vash basically invented the word strange. But he wasn't his usual sort of strange. There was less goofy laughing, bad puns, flailing, singing, less of his usual ecentric ways. He'd become quiet and distant and reserved, the most animate he'd been lately was when he'd demanded they stop at this little backwater town.

Wolfwood didn't like it at all. It was not the Vash he'd come to know- it was not the Vash he'd fallen in love with.

He bit on his abused cigarette again.

Now that he thought about it, that was probably the reason for his sour mood- not the admission that he loved Vash, he'd figured that out a long time ago and spent so long beating himself up over the concept that it'd just become another pain he'd learned to live with- it was what had greeted him this morning.

Most mornings he was woken at the crack of dawn by Vash. Wolfwood was most certainly not a morning person, and if anyone else dared to wake him that early they would typically find themselves thrown out of a third-story window. But Vash had such an elegant way of dealing with the raging bull that was a drowsy Wolfwood. He was so cheery and painfully awake that he'd usually warrant himself a punch in the face, and yet Wolfwood couldn't help but smile that there was always a coffee sitting by his bed for him. It was entirely alien to the priest, and that was sorta why he enjoyed it, that Vash offered little gestures like that without even thinking...

But this morning he was woken by brisk breeze, one just cold enough to make him seek the comfort of his blankets again. When he'd finally peeled himself off of the bed he found the breeze coming from the open window of their shared room. Even Gunsmokes cheap hotels offered balconies, they were usually rusted metal rails and concrete slabs barely large enough to fit a person on, but Vash had still managed to perch on the precarious rail, one leg hugged to his chest and his gaze lost somewhere in the horizon.

He had his back to the priest, and Wolfwood considered going to him. He almost did. But he backed out and snuck from their room as quickly as he could. He'd always known Vash was troubled, but he'd always known him to hide it too. When something started to leak through the cracks of Vash's strong resolve.. Wolfwood knew it was something too serious for him to know. He simply didn't want to know- he had enough problems of his own.

It made him feel like a coward.

He'd wrestled for months and months about how he felt about Vash, finally admitting to himself that maybe he loved the fool... And then he'd just run from him like that.

Another cigarette, the last had burned to the end of its life.

He had so many problems of his own, adding someone elses shouldn't hurt too much. He should have just gone to Vash, should have put his arms around his waist and kissed him, and told him to be happy... Like he deserved to be.

But he was scared. He hated admitting that too, fear. He was scared that Vash would push him off, or he'd have a giganic silver gun digging in to his stomach, or that Vash would look at him the way that he looked when Wolfwood aimed his own gun at a beating heart.

He exhaled a cloud of smoke and shook that memory away. In all his thoughts and all his walking he'd somehow circled the entire town and had managed to arrive at the hotel. He butted his quickly-shrinking cigarette in an ash tray as he traversed the tables on the balcony, needing to just be in the same room as Vash again.

Chances are Vash would still be oddly quiet, and that'd only make Wolfwoods mood worse, but he still hoped his partner was still in their room.

And it was a comfort to find that he was. Wolfwood sighed quietly and closed the door loudly enough to announce his presence, then collapsed unceremoniously on his own bed.

The gunman was in perfect view from Wolfwoods bed. He didn't look very comfortable on top of that thin metal rail, and the way he sat implied he'd been there for a while. Thinking that he'd been there all day was a depressing thought. Wolfwood frowned.

"You eaten anythin' yet?"

There was silence, and Wolfwood wondered if Vash hadn't heard him. But that wasn't likely, even with the quiet bustle of the street outside their shady room it was a near-perfect day, except for the heat, it was quiet and calm. Vash shifted slightly, not quite looking over his shoulder but enough of the motion that it implied he'd heard the priest.

"Nah." Was all he said in reply.

It made Wolfwood a little awkward, he wasn't used to this indifference from Vash. He scratched his cheek absently then spoke again.

"You wanna grab somethin'?"

Another silent moment.

"Nah."

The heat, the children trying to trample him, the glares he got from morons he passed in the street- none of that compaired to just how much that single word pissed Wolfwood off in that moment. He felt a familiar rage suddenly switch on deep inside his chest, one he'd only felt in Vashs company when the matter of morals came in to play, and he was suddenly furious.

"You wanna tell me what the hell is chewin' you up now?"

"... N...na-No."

And now he felt bad. Wolfwood rarely felt remorse for snapping at people- usually they brought it on themselves- but even though it was subtle he saw Vash recoil, his body tense, and heard the sadness in his voice.

He wished this hotel wasn't so strict on the no cigarettes policy. He desperatley needed one.

Not that it'd do any damage either, he'd taken to studying the ceiling above his bed and it was already discolored and covered with marks, the paint peeling in more spots than it stayed.

Metal creaked from the balcony, Wolfwood glanced at its source. Vash now sat sideways on the rail, his back against the door frame. He was watching Wolfwood, his eyes filled with the sadness that he rarely let show. It tore the priest up inside, and he quickly pretended the wall beside his bed was more interesting. He could still feel Vash watching him.

The balcony creaked unhealthily again, and Wolfwood turned to Vash as he heard his heavy boots meet the floor gently.

Vash was smiling. Wolfwood was usually indifferent to Vash's fake smiles- they fooled other people, and that sufficed for the both of them. But he was trying so hard to pretend he hadn't spent all morning sitting in a ball of angst that Wolfwood felt a scowl forming on his face.

"I am kinda hungry, you wanna get some food?"

"Nah." Wolfwood smacked himself inwardly for that response. He stood suddenly and stepped towards Vash, quickly enough that Vash looked startled for a moment but quickly hid it again. "I want you to tell me what your deal is."
The smile faded for a moment, Vash eyed the priest warily, looking him up and down like he was searching for any potential attacks Wolfwood could make. He considered the request, then smiled again.
"Whaddya mean?"
Yeah, he really needed that cigarette.

"If it's a secret, Vash, how about a trade."

The wary look was back again. "A trade?"

This time Wolfwood forced a smile, one that promised Vash he was just playing along in some bizzare game. "Yeah, a trade, If it's a secret... You tell me and I'll tell you somethin' of mine. We've been travelling together this long it's really about time we learned somethin'."
He was expecting Vash to mirror his optimism, he usually did, but he still looked cautious instead. Wolfwood was hoping he'd play along even if he wasn't planning to give up what had put him in this mood, he'd be glad to get any information out of the blonde- he really didn't know all that much. And he was sure Vash didn't know much about him.
Vash squirmed, the way he did whenever he was nervous. One hand rubbed uncomfortabley at the back of his neck and he glanced away from Wolfwoods gaze and back again. Wolfwood tried not to smile at his behaviour.

"S'my sister, she's in town here and... She ain't in the best way."

"You have a sister?" Wolfwood exclaimed, a little too surprised. Vash laughed and nodded.

"I have lots of sisters, Wolfwood. I have so many I have trouble remembering their names sometimes."
"Really? I ain't ever met them have I? I don't remember you knowing too many girls that well."

Vash was awkward again, but still smiled. "Nah, you've never met them."

There was something unsettling about that fact, but Wolfwood couldn't place what. He brushed it off as he noticed the playfully sly look Vash was giving him.

"Your turn, Wolfwood."
"What?"

"Well you said it was a trade, right? You gotta tell me something now."

Oh, right, it was also his turn to be nervous. He'd been so focused on getting something out of Vash that he'd forgotten that he'd have to give something back. There was a bit too much in his short history that he didn't want Vash knowing- ever- so that wasn't an option. Most of the remainder... He wanted to tell Vash in the right moment, when he was ready. In fact there was only one thing he currently wanted to confess, he was just too scared to.

He swallowed. It was pretty much the only option, and this was pretty much the best time. Vash watched him expectantly, impatience tugging at his lips as he tried not to frown at the priests silence.

Finally sighing in defeat, Wolfwood took a step closer. Vash looked him up and down again before giving him a bemused look, tilting his head in that adorable way that Wolfwood enjoyed seeing so much. One hand went to the sleeve of the red coat, fingers just lightly brushing the fabric. The other went to Vash's face and gently cupped his jaw. He was warm. The gunman tensed all over, eyes wide as Wolfwood inched closer again, moving his face closer to his companions.

And then the priest scowled and pulled away, hands instinctively reaching into his pockets for his cigarettes and matches. Vash stood completely still, blinking in confusion.

"Do you have to look so fucking terrified Vash. Christ." Wolfwood hissed angrily through the cigarette he now had clenched in his teeth. He struck a match hard enough that it nearly snapped and held it barely a centimetre from his cigarette. Fuck it- this was a worthy situation for breaking the hotels no-smokes rule.

"What were you going to do?" Vash sounded so innocently curious that Wolfwood could only bite his cigarette harder, stomping to the balcony.

"Wolfwood?" He heard Vash following his past footsteps, and he leaned as far over the balcony as was comfortable. Vash's company was almost always a comfort he actively sought, but now he felt like such an outright moron that he wanted to be as far as from him as he could get. Ideally in a mound of sand in the middle of the desert so he didn't have to face anyone just yet. At least, Vash hadn't outright shot him. That was a positive.

"Nick?" He flinched at the sound of his first name, and how gently it was called. "What was that?"

A gust of smoke erupt from Wolfwoods lips. He tried to ignore the presence that was now beside him, but it was hard to ignore it when the balcony only just allowed one person to stand there. Vash was so close he could pratically feel the heat of his body.

"What do you think?" He growled out. Vash leaned casually on the railing, inching closer to get the priests attention. Wolfwood finally met his gaze with an ice-filled glare. Vash looked away, and everywhere else instead.

"Well it sorta looked- and kinda felt- like you were tryin' ta kiss me Nick..."

Try as he might, Wolfwood couldn't stop the hand that came up to his face, clawing his hands in his own black hair.

"It was stupid, Vash, forget about it. Let's just go grab a drink..."

Silence. He was hoping Vash would say something just to distract him from his uneasiness. He sighed angrily and looked at his companion, expecting some sort of reaction from him.

Vash was still quiet. His expression had shifted from the awkward curiousity from before, and he was frowning. He was sad. Again. And once again it made Wolfwood furious. What reason did he have to be sad over this? Was he pitying Wolfwood? Was he sad that Wolfwood could feel and act this way towards him? Hell, the priest thought that about himself- he didn't need Vash to think it too.

But he knew that was wrong. Vash would never judge someone like that. Whatever he was upset over must've been something else- and Wolfwood had the suspicoun that it wasn't someone, but instead, Vash.

And suddenly Vash was smiling again, whatever personal debate he'd been having he must have won, or at least pushed aside for now.

"I wouldn't mind that."
"Good." Relief. The cigarette was quickly ground into the ashtray balancing precariously on the rail. "My shout tonight, you pick the place."

As he turned to head back inside something caught his shoulder. He looked back to Vash's smiling face, a gloved hand sitting firmly on the priests jacket.

"No, not the drink. I meant the kissin' part."

Wolfwood felt his jaw crack, he was lucky it hadn't fallen to the balcony at his feet because the force probably would've torn the rickety old slab from the wall. Vash couldn't be serious.

While he was completely perplexed and apparently useless, Vash took the initative. His other hand went to Wolfwoods hip as he stepped closer, cautious, until their bodies pressed together. He waited for a reaction but was only met with the same stare, he took that as an invitation and gently brought his lips to Wolfwoods.

It was soft and gentle, barely any pressure as their lips touched. For someone that was usually so eccentric and passionate, Vash sure was a shy kisser. The sensation seemed to awaken all of Wolfwoods senses at once and his arms wrapped around Vash's body before he'd even registered that he could move them again. His hand slid up the back of the gunmans neck and pressed him closer, the sudden movement made his partner jump but he relaxed again instantly, following Wolfwoods lead with sudden courage.

Somehow they'd found themselves against the balcony railing, out of breath and wide-eyed as they watched each other. Bodies alive with electricity and lips wet and tender. Vash laughed, so spontaneously that Wolfwood actually flinched- then he laughed quickly too, one hand gently stroking Vash's hip.

He'd never have known that Vash would react so nicely, but he sure was happy now. It certainly was an improvement on what had started as a shit day- and it was barely even midday. He hadn't even had lunch yet.

He'd forgotten about that part.

"So. Lunch?"

Vash smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'm starved- though I don't think any place can serve something anywhere as nice as your flavor... Nick."

Wolfwood scoffed. "Now how'd I guess you'd be a terrible flirt? The attempt's cute Vash but you have got to work on that."

The gunman simply shrugged in the embrace. Reluctantly he peeled himself away and squeezed past Wolfwood and back into the room. The priest readied pulled a fresh cigarette from his pocket and paused, then tucked it away again. Vash was right, he didn't want to lose the taste on his lips any time soon. Plus, he was getting kind of low on inventory.

Somehow Vash had spread his few belongings all over his side of the room, and somehow he'd found his wallet in all the chaos. He was quickly at Wolfwoods side, victorious, and with the energy he usually sported.

"And after lunch." Wolfwood pulled his own wallet from his pocket- he wasn't very organised himself, but he faired better than Vash- and satisfied with the money content he tucked it away again. "After lunch, we're gunna say hi to that nice sister of yours."

He smirked at Vash. Vash did not smile back.

Chapter two is already written up, I've just got to type it out and it'll be following soon! Thanks for reading!

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