Always Room For You Beside Me
Chapter 2: Shields Down
A thick, red leather collar effectively blocked Wolfwood's descent from Vash's neck. That was no good, as there was far too much skin under that coat that he had yet to kiss, nibble and suck on.
"Can I take this thing off?" Wolfwood asked, tugging at the oversized collar on Vash's treasured duster.
"You can try." Vash said with a grin.
"That sounds like a challenge, which I gladly accept." Wolfwood returned the smile and began working his way through the buttons on the coat. Isn't it lame how getting someone undressed feels like it takes forever when you're in the mood? Wolfwood's thoughts exactly, but little did he realize just what a challenge he was in for. He finally had everything unbuttoned and opened up the front of the coat, and the sight he was greeted with almost made him want to cry.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Wolfwood yelled in exasperation. He looked in disbelief at the rest of Vash's outfit: a leather body suit covering him from neck to toe, held together by what seemed like endless buckles, straps and zippers.
"Is that any way for a priest to talk?" Vash poked. Even when he looked so innocent, he could be a smartass.
"Shut up and let me do this." the priest grumbled. He just about needed a drink before trying to unpeel this monstrosity of a suit.
Wolfwood was still on his mission, and he was damn well going to finish what he started, picking through the ocean of closures and glistening leather. Frustrated as he was at first, the holy man was nonetheless able to admire the body before him. No, he couldn't see any flesh yet, but Vash still had a gorgeous figure: long legs, built in the shoulders and chest, a slender waist, all wrapped in skin-tight leather. A perfect lover bundled in the best kind of gift wrap. He could only imagine what beauty lay beneath the tight suit the blonde always covered himself in. Meanwhile, Vash's haughty smirk started to weaken as Wolfwood successfully tugged each and every strap open.
"Crap, I thought having to unwrap me would discourage him." Vash thought. He felt so conflicted. The need for Wolfwood's hands to be on him was fierce, but at the same time, he didn't want the church man to see the horror that lay concealed within his clothing.
"God, how do you put this on every single day?" Wolfwood thought out loud as he began pulling the outfit down off the blonde's shoulders. Just as a little sliver of pale skin began to show through, Vash immediately grasped the sheets from either side of him and yanked them over his chest.
"What are you doing?" Wolfwood asked, his hands still clutching the edges of the suit amidst the cocoon of sheets Vash had wrapped around himself.
Vash turned away, mortified. "I have a lot of scars. I don't really like people seeing them."
"Then why did you tell me to try getting you out of your clothes? You're like a woman – say one thing and mean something else." Wolfwood joked.
"I thought you'd lose your patience with all the little straps and everything and not bother." Vash shrugged - he thought wrong.
Wolfwood stood up on his knees and put his hands on his hips. "Haha! Never underestimate the patience of a man of God, my friend!" He was hoping to get Vash to loosen up a touch, but it was a no-go. Vash was thoroughly ashamed of his body, meaning another barricade Wolfwood had to try to break through. Dropping back down onto the bed, he looked in Vash's eyes while sliding his hands back under the sheets.
"You never have to feel uncomfortable around me. I won't judge you."
"It's a lot worse than you think."
"I have a pretty vivid imagination. Come on, you've let me in this far. Let me in the rest of the way. And I don't just mean with your damn straight jacket of an outfit either." Wolfwood never once broke eye contact with the blushing blonde.
Vash didn't reply, but he also didn't push the church man's hands away, so Wolfwood took it as the green light to carry on. Vash was still looking troubled, but was letting Wolfwood undress him. Wolfwood was mentally preparing himself for the worst possible sight once he got those clothes off, but even then, he had to suppress a gasp as he laid his eyes upon the full extent of the damage. Deep, dark scars, large areas of flesh missing, metal holding his torso together in some places. Wolfwood couldn't believe just how severely this poor man had been injured and seeing the evidence of so many wounds on the same body was almost painful to look at. It was difficult to find anywhere that hadn't been wounded.
"So this is the price you pay for protecting everyone." Wolfwood said in almost a whisper, lightly running his fingers over one of the deep gashes in Vash's shoulder. His mangled body looked like a vase full of cracks, ready to shatter – possibly a look to match his damaged psyche. As much as he cared about Vash, Wolfwood couldn't help thinking what an idiot he was for letting people hurt him so much. Was the average asshole human really worth each and every one of these bullets?
Vash said nothing; he felt exposed and like Wolfwood's gaze was boring holes in him, staring at the mess he kept hidden under his coat. He closed his eyes, trying to block out any bad thoughts, and soon afterward, he felt the familiar grace of warm lips upon his own.
"You aren't disgusted by how I look?" Vash asked, considerably surprised.
"Of course not. You're right, it was worse than I thought. But those scars are just a part of you, and I want all of you. Scars included."
Knowing the church man was so accepting of his torn body put Vash fairly at ease, even as Wolfwood continued to peel back his body suit, all the way down to his hips.
"If I remember correctly, we were about right here, yes?" Wolfwood asked as he began kissing Vash on the neck again, kissing a trail past the man's neck, uninhibited. The holy man felt a slight iciness as the metal over Vash's heart touched his own exposed chest through his shirt. His movements were tantalizingly gradual, covering every inch of the blonde's naked flesh with kisses and gentle bites. Satin lips traced some of the scars littering Vash's sides and waist, showing him that Wolfwood did, in fact, want all of him. Wolfwood licked his way across the blonde man's shredded chest, stopping to suck on a nipple while rolling the other between his thumb and finger, making Vash bite his lip and whimper.
Wolfwood dragged his tongue down the gunman's body in a torturous tease. He traced a line over his chest and waist and dipped his tongue into the blonde's navel, making Vash squirm.
"What the hell, body? Why did THAT, of all things, feel good?" Vash thought. The priest carried on licking down to the lower half of Vash's body suit, pulling his tongue across the man's hips. Though he acted bashful and reluctant, Wolfwood had to provoke what he knew was a very aroused man. There was certainly no hiding the arousal under those body-hugging leather pants, but Vash was a bundle of nerves in both the good way and the bad way.
This certainly did not go unnoticed. "I can't tell if you're terrified or enjoying yourself. Are you a virgin?" Wolfwood asked. He had no idea how such a handsome man could possibly be a virgin, but it was the only logical answer for the gunman's constant blushing and cluelessness.
Poor Vash was red as cherry as he tried to figure out whether this was any fun or not. His eyes looked everywhere but at Wolfwood, and that was all the answer the church man needed.
"I had a hunch. Do you want me to stop?"
It wouldn't be Wolfwood's first time with a virgin, and from his past experiences, he knew exactly what was going to happen. Vash would be an idiot and let Wolfwood do anything he wanted to him while just grinning and bearing it all, and then would regret everything later. Why? Because that's just how Vash was. He'd let someone hurt him just so they would be happy. This lovely blonde man on the bed has already been hurt so many times in so many ways, and Wolfwood would be damned if he'd be one of them. "Remember, this isn't just some woman you took home from the bar, asshole. This is Vash. There is a scared, vulnerable, innocent soul behind all those godawful scars. God, please don't let me hurt him." Wolfwood thought.
Vash paused for a moment. His body was screaming and itching for more, but his heart and mind were going in all different directions. This was going awfully fast, wasn't it? All he came in the room for was someone to talk to and it looked like Wolfwood was fixing to sleep with him.
"No, don't stop."
"You don't sound very sure." Wolfwood said with an eyebrow raised.
"Stop treating me like a naïve idiot! If I want you to stop, I'll say so!" Vash shouted, practically throwing a tantrum. Everything was so confusing, and he never expected things to go like this when he sought asylum in his dear friend's arms. He said himself he was tired of being alone, but was this the companionship he needed? His body certainly seemed to think so, and surely if it felt good, it wasn't wrong. Ah, the inner struggles of the virgin.
"So pushy." Wolfwood smiled. Vash wasn't totally incompetent when it came to romance, but he'd never gotten far beyond kissing with anyone and it showed. Things entered unexplored territory the second Wolfwood's tongue was probing around in his mouth. Vash had never been with another man before and had no idea what he'd gotten himself into. But with Vash's blessing, Wolfwood pulled the blonde's clothes off to his knees, exposing him completely.
Vash thought, "You can do this. You can do this. What the hell are you so afraid of? This is Wolfwood! He saw all the scars and didn't run away screaming, so that has to count for something. Why can't you just relax?!" But it didn't seem to matter what Vash told himself because he was still shaking like a leaf.
The blonde's arousal was certainly a welcome sight to Wolfwood; at least he didn't feel like a damn rapist now. It was going to be fucking torture doing this so guardedly, but he had to. Vash was nervous as hell and he had cried more than enough already that night. But drawing the night out certainly had its perks: maybe some extended teasing would get Vash to open up more - in more ways than one - and that is precisely what he intended to do. Wolfwood placed his hands on the insides of Vash's thighs and slid them firmly over his hips, up to his waist and down again, deliberately ignoring the gumnan's obvious need. Wolfwood moved his face agonizingly close to Vash's weeping cock and while the blonde mewled in his grasp, the church man merely blew a few warm breaths against the engorged flesh. Vash groaned and bucked his hips toward Wolfwood's face.
"Damn it, this is torture! Please, Wolfwood. Touch me. Please…" Vash whined.
"He's…begging? Well that was a quick turn-around." Wolfwood thought. It sounded as though the dread so evident in Vash's eyes and voice was no match for his thirst for Wolfwood. And now here he lay, at Wolfwood's mercy.
Without warning, Wolfwood wrapped one hand around the base of Vash's cock and glided his mouth over the tip. A gasp was the extent of the blonde man's response as he felt sudden warmth engulfing his member. His legs instinctively closed around Wolfwood's head and long fingers tangled in the priest's dark locks. Wolfwood took the blonde deeper into his mouth, lashing his tongue against the most sensitive spots. It drove Vash crazy, to the point where plain words damn near became a second language. This wet heat wrapped all around him was more incredible than he'd ever imagined it could be. Watching his cock disappear into Wolfwood's mouth was breathtaking; Vash had let go of his reservations. It was tough to be uneasy when you were balls-deep in such a beautiful person's mouth, and Vash couldn't get enough. But Vash wasn't the only one losing his mind in the room. Hearing those moans and feeling Vash pulling his hair just made Wolfwood want to flip the blonde over and take him.
"Oh….oh God, Wolfwood. Don't stop. Please. Please don't stop…ahhhh…." Vash cried out, his fingers digging further into Wolfwood's hair and pulling him closer. The holy man was glad to oblige; he took all of Vash into his mouth and glanced up at him. The blonde was flushed red, panting, and moaning; his whole body was tensed. Even Vash's fingertips were stiff and quivered amid Wolfwood's sleek dark tresses. Wolfwood knew it was time to stop, which did not go over well with Vash.
"What did you stop for?!" Vash cried out, frantic and almost angry.
"Exactly. I knew you were about to come, but I don't want this to end yet." He pulled Vash's face to his own and kissed him roughly, forcing his tongue into the blonde's mouth. And Vash returned the motion in kind; he grabbed Wolfwood rather hard and pulled him closer. Vash dug his fingers into the back of Wolfwood's head and pushed his tongue into the priest's mouth. A breath caught in Wolfwood's throat – he didn't expect Vash to react, especially like that. "Quick learner with the tongue kissing. Damn, he really wants it."
The heat and the desire radiating between the two men was intense, and Vash's eyes had changed. Sure, he was still turned on, but he no longer looked like a coy, inexperienced teenager. Rather, he had a look of hunger in his eyes. Without a word, Vash started undressing Wolfwood in a frenzy, barely able to maneuver around buttons and zippers and trying instead to all but tear the man's clothes off. Wolfwood wasn't exactly sure what Vash was going to do, but it seemed they had switched roles for the time being as Vash assumed dominance. The holy man helped Vash along in getting him out of his clothes.
Vash stood up and hauled Wolfwood to his feet right along with him and undid his pants. At the same time, Wolfwood had pulled off his jacket and shirt and thrown them on the floor. Vash knelt down in front of Wolfwood, the man's cock right at Vash's eye level. Aroused as he was, Vash still didn't know for sure what he was doing and poked only the tip of his lover's arousal into his mouth, trying to remember what Wolfwood had done with him. That's as far as he got.
"How do I do this?" Vash asked, hardly understandable with his mouth full of flesh. He looked up inquiringly at his dark-haired beauty for guidance.
"If I wasn't so goddamn turned on, I would be laughing at this." Wolfwood said. Even as he was knelt there, stark naked with a cock in his mouth and eyes blazing with passion, Vash still looked so hilariously innocent and baffled.
"You stay like that and let me show you." Wolfwood said. He held Vash's head in his hands and gently pushed himself into Vash's mouth. "Pinch me or something if you want me to stop."
If only Vash knew just how hard it was for Wolfwood to maintain the illusion of patience. "He has no idea what the hell he's doing, but God does his mouth feel good." Wolfwood started to, understandably, lose control and got rougher with Vash, gripping his hair tightly and thrusting harder into the blonde's mouth. It wasn't until he felt Vash's nails claw down his legs and heard him choking that he remembered he was supposed to be taking it easy.
"You okay?" Wolfwood asked, loosening his grip and pulling back.
Vash coughed and rubbed his sore jaw. "Yeah. You feel a lot longer when you're trying to kill me." He smiled when he responded, much to Wolfwood's relief. "We're not done yet, are we?" He asked while hugging Wolfwood's legs. Why did he have to be so damn cute when Wolfwood was trying to fuck him?
"That depends. How far do you want to go?"
"We've come this far. Let's keep going."
Ah, the answer Wolfwood was hoping to hear. "Get out of your clothes; I'll be right back." The priest got up to retrieve his jacket and started rummaging around in the pockets with one hand while trying to pull off his shoes and pants with the other. "Found it!" He said triumphantly, lifting a tiny vial of fluid out of his clothes.
"What's that? Lotion?"
"Nope. Oil."
"What's it for? And why do you have oil in your pocket?" Vash asked with his head tilted to the side.
"Hah, you really are a virgin. Take my word for it, we'll need it. And it's blessed oil from the church. God forgive me for using it like this."
Author's Notes: If it wasn't clear before, this story is set in the animeverse. I have never read the manga and I have no idea how much it differs from the show. Also, I have no idea if Vash is really a virgin or not. I could have sworn there was a point in the show where it was hinted that he wasn't, but hey, deflowering the cute virgin bishie makes for far better writing.