Chapter two
'You preach to me of innocence
'You preach to me of innocence
You try and teach me lies
If you knew how worthless your words can be
Oh, damn I made you cry
And there you go again, living a lie
Finding solitude in my touches
Because I'm a spider,
Not a butterfly
Oh, if you only knew my own lie
It's hidden between kisses,
My very own prayed upon lie…'
The first time he kissed Vash, it was sloppy and awkward. The desert suns were too hot, the morning had been too long, and Vash's lips had been as cracked and dry as the ground beneath them. It wasn't pretty or perfect, though Wolfwood had never expected it to be, and Vash hadn't been letting himself expect it at all. Even though the suns had only just reached noon, they already had half a bottle of whiskey between them, sitting heavy and warm in their bellies and tainting their kisses sticky and sweet.
And then there had been Vash's own flavor of forced enthusiasm, laced beneath the whiskey and complimented with a smile that bordered on a cringe. The whole kissing ordeal had really just been a pain in the ass, and Wolfwood found himself chewing at another cigarette afterwards while Vash looked sheepishly down at the dirt. Still, despite that, Vash's lips had felt good, and the hungry little moan that grated out past Vash's throat brought on a hot wave of lust in Wolfwood.
It would have gone further.
In fact.
"Wolfwood. Um…is that all?" The Vash raised those damn innocent eyes up to Wolfwood and it stung like a bad sunburn. Not because Vash wanted more, but because Vash was worried Wolfwood would demand more. There was such childhood innocence, but still a hundred years worth of wisdom in that man.
"Shit. No Tongari. No more. Sorry," Wolfwood cursed, hating himself for doing it in the first place and rearranging uncomfortable tidbits in the lower regions. Yeah, Wolfwood had wanted more. He didn't understand sex much at all, but when the act came around taking it slow was like speaking a foreign language.
But Vash could thank the lord for his coat. It was Vash's saving grace for Wolfwood not pressing the matter, or pressing the outlaw into the packed dirt and sand beneath them. There was too much leather, buckles, snaps, and piping, and Wolfwood's fingers were clumsy and shaky. It would have been a mess anyway to try and solve in the heat of mid-day out in the middle of the damn desert. So he'd just left the kiss at that, and pushed his sunglasses further up on his nose; Vash didn't need to see him scowling as he looked up at him with sad eyes and a sad pout. Damn, and he really hadn't even wanted it in the first place.
"Ya know I would have if—"
"Shut it now before you get ahead of yourself. You would, and you'd hate it, and you damn well know that as good as I do Vash," Wolfwood reprimanded around a cigarette that he'd shoved between his teeth.
Wolfwood wouldn't have been able to stomach doing it anyway. Getting scolded by Vash for getting beneath his belt wouldn't happen. Getting scolded by Hornfreak for getting beneath Vash's belt would have been annoying.
Getting scolded by Knives for fucking his brother would have been death.
If that didn't wither Wolfwood's hard on, the priest didn't know what would.
Besides, for all the free love Vash seemed to spout about, Wolfwood thought it was a bit hypocritical if Vash didn't follow through with some of that 'free love.' The guy could barely handle being touched on an intimate basis, not if he thought there was a little lust behind the motion.
Yeah, Vash reeked of hypocrisy. I want to love, but don't love me. Leave me alone, but go away, touch me, but don't.
Wolfwood rolled his eyes and stretched back against the rock they sat leaning against; ignoring the imploring look Vash still had aimed his direction and trying to chalk up his lust to the heat from the suns.
"Drink your beer Tongari and quit looking at me like that. I'm fine, you're fine. Just forget it happened." Wolfwood tipped his sunglasses down and gave his companion a lopsided grin, which Vash returned, the relief evident in more than his eyes.
"If you ever wanna do that again Wolfwood, I don't think I'd mind too much."
And while Wolfwood gaped open mouthed, cigarette falling to the ground still smoking, Vash gripped the beer and rolled to his feet gracefully, stretching loudly and downing the rest of the warm liquid in a few gulps.
"Aaaaw maaaan that was gross. Don't you hate it when your beer goes flat Wolfood? Now come on, we're wasting time lazing around here!" And with that, the blonde was back up in the side car of Wolfwood's baby, sunglasses high up on his nose, and hands gripping the edges. Rearing and ready to go.
With a sigh, Wolfwood got up, giving his beer bottle an absent kick as he left his cigarette smoking pathetically in its last dying embers. He hopped up onto the motorcycle and turned the key, staring down at the blonde with a scowl. What a way for Vash to confess his own emotions. Now Wolfwood didn't know what to think, and it wasn't the first time either.
Vash stared back up, "Whaaaat? Go!"
And then Vash licked his lips, and it looked way too pretty to see the tip of a pink tongue slide across those lips, and Wolfwood growled, hating the way that Vash looked like he had no idea what he was doing but probably did. He revved the engine, and sped off in a cloud of dust.
Thou shalt not sodomize.
Thou shalt not sodomize with the prey.
Wolfwood, verse 1, chapter 1