Chapter 1: Vash's Peril
Disclaimer:
Unfortunatly, I don't own any of these people. If I did,
the world would be my oyster, and I would be happy. But I'm happy enough just
writing about Vash and Wolfwood doing yummy happy things.
I would like to apologise for making Wolfwood out to be a
bastard in this fic. Really, I love him, although he's acting like a total
bastard.
This wasn't beta-d so it may have errors; also due to the
fact it was written when I was drunk and tired. I'm gonna take up drinking full
time if this gets good reviews *_^ just kidding…^^
Review and Vash'll shower you with kisses. Don't and may
Vash shoot you with the Angel Arm.
Rating: PG-13 coz I think that's what it
is. There's reference to sex…
Email: vodka.and.donuts@badgirl.co.jp
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Shit, I cant take much more of this. I thought you were
supposed to be one of those super compassionate religious priest men. But
waking up three hours ago to rumpled sheets, a sweaty body, bruised lips and
love bites, put me in an instantaneous euphoria, endorphins conjuring up
visions of last night that made me shudder with renewed lust. I should have
kept my eyes closed in the memories. I could smell the foul odour of your
cigarettes, mingled with your delicious flavour still lingering in the air, on
my lips, seemingly everywhere in my tiny, happy world. I thought something had
finally happened, thought that my world was the thing id always wanted.
I should never have opened my eyes. I could have happily
lived in the land of memories, lying in the bed where you and I slept and gave
in to each other, instead of living in a world of self doubt and loathing,
thinking that I was so hideous, you must have woken up and been repulsed. There
are no small voices to reassure me, only your voice, like a scratched record,
whispering to me sweet nothings and beautiful everythings, words of love and
desire, of lust and happiness.
Why, when I finally opened my eyes, had you gone? Only the
smell of you, soft and musky, and the impressions I could feel against my body,
all in the mind but all so real.
Was I repulsive? Was I bad? Was I wrong to want you and act
on it? For what I remember, you were the one who started things, always
dominant, like an ever-tender teacher, with me as your bumbling willing
student. Oh god, was I too eager?
My god, did you feel anything? Was that all I was, all I am?
Just a little fuck toy to screw when times get bad? A stress ball you can
finger and squeeze when you get bored?
Dammit, I'm standing here in the room, totally lost in my
head. Don't you realise I love you? I can't be sure you do, even less sure
whether or not it would make a difference. Stupid sexy priest, I thought you
were more than that.
I wish I knew the reason you left. I lost all hope you were
coming back to me an hour ago, when I saw your bike gone.
Bastard.
Did you think the fact that I'm a wanted man would influence
how I feel. Or did it influence how you thought? Are you so shallow, that you'd
rather be Millie's anata than mine? Great, now I'm crying, would you
come back if you could see me?
I should never have opened my eyes.
~*OWARI*~
