[ protect me vash wants to say, and i'll protect you, too. if he can, if wolfwood will let him. vash doesn't know how to let himself be protected, but he thinks he could learn, if it's like this. if it's wolfwood. because wolfwood is the only person who's ever been able to keep up with him, take the damage he takes and not fall apart, look at vash and keep looking and not hate him. what wouldn't he do for that?
vash can't think of anything.
wolfwood leans in and kisses him softer than he has, chaste and light and gone almost as soon as it starts, leaving vash chasing after it just a little. ]
You won't have to find me... you're gonna be right there with me, keeping an eye on me, right?
[ vash leans in and kisses wolfwood again, slides his palm down wolfwood's bare chest and down, around his waist underneath his jacket, tugging him in closer so their chests are flush against one another. ] Gonna look after me, tonight? Might get into trouble on my own.
[ neither of them do, when it comes down to it. and wolfwood supposes that’s why they’re both here, covering for each other in places where they lack. he never thought he’d let anyone get close enough where he could trust them in this way; it’s both frightening and humbling, knowing that vash is still here in spite of everything. that he still wants to be here. ]
Not like you’re gonna do it yourself. [ vash tugs him closer and wolfwood pulls him into his lap, sliding his fingers into the shorter hairs at his nape to deepen the kiss, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip briefly. ] Guess I don’t have much of a choice.
[ vash settles on wolfwood's lap, wriggles his hips down to get the contact just where he wants it. wolfwood's hand threads into his hair and his teeth press into vash's bottom lip and vash moans softly. ]
You're just so much better at it than me. [ he sighs against wolfwood's mouth, kisses him again. vash's hand kneads at the small of wolfwood's back, finds it way under his shirt and drags his fingers up along his spine slowly. ] So, where do we go from here? Back to the hotel?
[ except it does, because he’s laughing quietly against vash’s mouth; a little helpless, a little relieved. his fingers tickle up his spine and he hums low, one hand settling on vash’s thigh and squeezing briefly. ]
Anywhere you want. [ he’s accepted that he’ll follow him wherever he goes at this point. ] But we’ll both be massive assholes tomorrow if we don’t get any sleep tonight.
[ wolfwood laughs and vash smiles against his mouth, strokes at the smooth skin under his shirt. ]
Sure you can climb back down with the Punisher? We might end up sleeping up here.
[ he kisses him again, and then one more time because he hates that he spent hours up here alone, feeling miserable, instead of kissing wolfwood like this. ] Mmm.. I just want a glass of whiskey and to curl up in bed with you.
[ vash hooks his finger under wolfwood's shirt, tugs out his crucifix and uses it to pull their faces closer together, staring wolfwood down. ] C'mon. Take me home Nick.
[ vash tugs out his crucifix and pulls him in with it, close enough for their noses to brush. wolfwood’s breath catches, a thread of heat unfurling in his chest, and he knows without a doubt that vash could ask him anything in this moment and he would give it to him. it’s not the first time he’s had this realization; each time gets a little easier, he thinks. maybe it’s progress that he’s come to accept it now. ]
[ vash knows he ought to let go. let go of the crucifix, let go of this growing attachment to wolfwood. it's too late, though. the words are already gone, the chance to let this slip away before either of them get hurt is gone. ]
Not sure I know how to do that.
[ he grins coyly at wolfwood, slips the crucifix up over his head and then slips it around his own. it falls against vash's chest and he presses a quick kiss to wolfwood's mouth before standing up, offering a hand down to him. ]
[ they both should. wolfwood's attachment has gone beyond the parameters of his contract and in the end, it'll just be worse for the both of them. he knows this without a doubt. he also knows that he's stubborn and always done what he wants, regardless of the consequences, for better or for worse. he's got his teeth in it now; knowing better and doing better are always mutually exclusive.
so he lets vash take the crucifix, watches the way the cross settles against his sternum as if it'd always meant to be there. maybe it was. he grips vash's hand and pulls himself upright, dropping a kiss to his knuckles. ]
[ vash stretches and cracks his neck a bit before he grabs the rusted metal ladder and starts to climb down, wolfwood's cross swinging from his neck. he's surefooted and his descent his smooth. he offers to help with the punisher, gets about the response he expected, and then hops down onto the ground when he finally reaches it.
he waits for wolfwood to reach the bottom, grabs his waist and presses his chin to his shoulder. ] I meant what I said earlier, you know.
[ he's too shy to say it again, or too cowardly - maybe it's enough he got it out once, even if it wasn't a proper confession. he knows wolfwood knows, and that's enough. ] So, c'mon. Take me home and put me to bed, hm?
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vash can't think of anything.
wolfwood leans in and kisses him softer than he has, chaste and light and gone almost as soon as it starts, leaving vash chasing after it just a little. ]
You won't have to find me... you're gonna be right there with me, keeping an eye on me, right?
[ vash leans in and kisses wolfwood again, slides his palm down wolfwood's bare chest and down, around his waist underneath his jacket, tugging him in closer so their chests are flush against one another. ] Gonna look after me, tonight? Might get into trouble on my own.
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Not like you’re gonna do it yourself. [ vash tugs him closer and wolfwood pulls him into his lap, sliding his fingers into the shorter hairs at his nape to deepen the kiss, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip briefly. ] Guess I don’t have much of a choice.
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You're just so much better at it than me. [ he sighs against wolfwood's mouth, kisses him again. vash's hand kneads at the small of wolfwood's back, finds it way under his shirt and drags his fingers up along his spine slowly. ] So, where do we go from here? Back to the hotel?
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[ except it does, because he’s laughing quietly against vash’s mouth; a little helpless, a little relieved. his fingers tickle up his spine and he hums low, one hand settling on vash’s thigh and squeezing briefly. ]
Anywhere you want. [ he’s accepted that he’ll follow him wherever he goes at this point. ] But we’ll both be massive assholes tomorrow if we don’t get any sleep tonight.
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Sure you can climb back down with the Punisher? We might end up sleeping up here.
[ he kisses him again, and then one more time because he hates that he spent hours up here alone, feeling miserable, instead of kissing wolfwood like this. ] Mmm.. I just want a glass of whiskey and to curl up in bed with you.
[ vash hooks his finger under wolfwood's shirt, tugs out his crucifix and uses it to pull their faces closer together, staring wolfwood down. ] C'mon. Take me home Nick.
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Gotta let go first, Spikes.
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Not sure I know how to do that.
[ he grins coyly at wolfwood, slips the crucifix up over his head and then slips it around his own. it falls against vash's chest and he presses a quick kiss to wolfwood's mouth before standing up, offering a hand down to him. ]
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so he lets vash take the crucifix, watches the way the cross settles against his sternum as if it'd always meant to be there. maybe it was. he grips vash's hand and pulls himself upright, dropping a kiss to his knuckles. ]
Guess I'm stuck with you.
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[ vash stretches and cracks his neck a bit before he grabs the rusted metal ladder and starts to climb down, wolfwood's cross swinging from his neck. he's surefooted and his descent his smooth. he offers to help with the punisher, gets about the response he expected, and then hops down onto the ground when he finally reaches it.
he waits for wolfwood to reach the bottom, grabs his waist and presses his chin to his shoulder. ] I meant what I said earlier, you know.
[ he's too shy to say it again, or too cowardly - maybe it's enough he got it out once, even if it wasn't a proper confession. he knows wolfwood knows, and that's enough. ] So, c'mon. Take me home and put me to bed, hm?