Chapter 2 – Stranger on the Road

Note: Okay, don't worry. The introduction chapter wasn't just because I felt like it. Vash and Wolfwood are still in this fan fiction. The message Trowa sent (if you haven't figured it out) is: Elephants, Men, Eagles! Ride Grungy Elephant! Nice, Cool Yearly Tickets! Now, if you take the first letter of each of the words, it comes out to: EMERGENCY T (T is for Trowa).

Wolfwood stood at the kitchen counter making lunch when Vash came in. He looked up. "Awe, does Vashy have a headache? Did he have a little too much fun last night?"

Vash half glared, half smiled. "You were the one having all the fin after you got me screaming. It started to hurt after that." Vash rubbed just below his wait area as if the pain was still there.

"I thought you liked it rough like that?"

Vash blushed. "Well……"

Wolfwood laughed. "Never mind that. We'll talk about that later tonight in bed. Meryle and Millie left another message this morning. Their company sent them out to July city again. Something about 'cleaning up' the place. Well, you want breakfast or lunch?" Vash looked up. "I've got… …doughnuts!"

Vash jumped to his feet. "DOUGHNUTS!!" He went to grab the plate of doughnuts, but Wolfwood put a hand up to stop him.

"What's the magic word," 'or action?'

Vash gave him a puppy-eyed look. "Please?"

Wolfwood grinned. "Not quite…"

Vash glared, then his eyes got wide. "Fine, you asked for it." Vash bent down and undid Wolfwood's pants.

Wolfwood leaned back and tried to keep the doughnuts from falling. "Oh…Vash. You know exactly how to say please."

Vash looked up from his job and grabbed the plate of doughnuts. "Thanks! These are really good, dankie, dankie!" Vash smiled through a mouth full of Boston Cream.

Wolfwood glared. "Come on! All those doughnuts for a few seconds? This isn't very fair!"

Vash looked up at his boyfriend from an almost empty plate/ "What isn't fair? All I did was ask for the doughnuts and you made me beg for them."

Wolfwood tried to glare again, but failed. He grabbed Vash by the cuff of his coat and slammed him against the wall making the plate of doughnuts fall from his hand. Wolfwood didn't give Vash a chance to talk. He kissed Vash's mouth and then started to make his way down.

"Nick… You're so good to me. But why did you have to- OW!" Vash's eyes grew wide as Wolfwood bit down hard. "Now, why did you do that?"

Wolfwood stood up and faced Vash. "Simply for my own pleasure. Now come on. We have work to do at the church," He lit a cigarette. "It wasn't my fault we were late last time."

Vash signed. "All right. I'll go get in the truck. Lets just hope I can drive better today!"

Wolfwood stared at him. "Who ever said you could drive?!"

Vash flashed a smile, grabbed the keys, and ran to the truck with Wolfwood on his heals.

Vash looked around. "We've been driving for a long time. How much further?"

Wolfwood lifted his head and zipped Vash's pants back up. "Its only been five minutes. We'll be there in a while. Just relax." Wolfwood unzipped Vash's pants again and went back to what he was doing.

Vash squirmed on the seat. Wolfwood usually never did any of this stuff in public. This kind of action was "alone at night in bed" actions. Vash didn't care. He liked it all the same. He looked up ahead and saw something, or somebody, in his way. He tapped on Wolfwood to get his attention.

"What!"

"Look ahead. There is somebody there. Should we stop?"

Wolfwood looked at Vash and shrugged. "Sure, but they better have a damn good excuse for it because they stopped my work."

Vash laughed and stopped beside the stranger. "Hi! How are you! Can we help you- oh."

The stranger pulled back his hood to reveal himself. It was Knives.