Show Me the Way to Go Home
It had started out as a contest; an exhibition of masculine pride and one-upmanship. Each of them had seen their days of battle, their bodies living records of past trials.
At first, it began with rolled up sleeves and pants. Then, it moved on to the removal of shirts. Questioning fingers tracing scars turned into roving hands tracing bodies.
It was not a night spent in passion or in love. It was merely two desperately lonely souls seeking comfort and understanding.
No one would understand their act, and if pressed, both Frank and Vash would blame it on the alcohol.
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Erm, yes. Perhaps I should have been more clear. Vash and Frank are showing each other their scars and it turns into something more. I'm so vauge! Gyah!