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wytchsbrew · 11 months

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Vash needed to get fucked.

None of that romantic, sweet, loving bullshit Wolfwood kept talking about, oh, no, Vash wanted to be fucked so hard, he had to walk with a limp for the next three days. He wanted his thighs to hurt, his back to hurt, he wanted to feel lingering traces of Wolfwood every single time he sat down.

Over six weeks had past since he'd been able to jump his husband's bones like that, and the day had finally come when his medical restrictions were lifted - and he'd planned the entire evening meticulously.

Wolfwood usually came home late in the night on this particular day of the week, spending most of his time working with Melanie at the orphanage, so Vash had the house to himself to prepare.

He asked Milly and Meryl if they wanted to have Livi over for the night, and they happily agreed, so Vash spent a while preparing for that, packing her a bag, making sure she had enough milk for a night away from him, showering her in kisses because he knew he'd miss her to death once she was out of his sight.

But, he needed this. He desperately needed his husband's cock ASAP, before he went insane.

Once the girls came to pick Livi up, he kissed all three girls, sent them on there way, and quickly dressed in the lingerie he'd bought for this exact occasion.

Wolfwood had made it very obvious how obsessed he was with Vash's brand new Post Baby Body, so of course, he had to do something about it. So he bought the lingerie he thought Wolfwood would enjoy the most. It ended up being a black, strappy, lacy pair of panties with a matching bra, and a bright red body harness that strapped around his waist, before strapping around his thighs, and his neck, and framing his body with a multitude of straps.

It almost reminded him of his old, belted outfit, the one that pissed Wolfwood off every time he tried to rid it from Vash's body. He'd love it, he could feel it in his bones. He waited until the moment he knew Wolfwood usually arrived home, and stood in the entryway, waiting for him.

He heard the key.

He heard the heavy footsteps.

He heard Wolfwood's voice as the door opened up in front of him, "My babies, I'm hoooome-"

There was a beat of silence as his husband stepped into view, the front door left wide open behind him. Vash saw the rolled up sleeves of his white button down shirt bulging against his massive arms, the unbuttoned top revealing his muscular, hairy chest, his windswept, dark hair, and very nearly moaned just at the mere sight of him.

"Oh," Wolfwood grinned something bordering on feral. "Forgive me, oh, dutiful Gods, for I am about to commit heinous acts against the Bible."

And, of course, Wolfwood leaped head first, as he always did with any action he took. Like a wildfire, he devoured him. Hands grabbed at his face, rough fingertips stroking along his jawline, and hot lips consumed his mouth, sucking and licking and exploring. Wolfwood's kisses were always soul sucking, until he could only melt in his strong hands holding him together whilst he felt like coming apart at the seams, but this felt even more than ever before.

He heard himself whimpering pathetically, as Wolfwood's experienced tongue lavished his own, twirling around the tip before diving further in. He tasted him, in every sense of the word. Devoured him, until Vash felt desperation in the movements.

And it reminded him of all the times they'd kissed before.

Before domesticity. Before their home. Before marriage. Before Livi.

It was just like their time on the battlefield together. They'd ended up like this so often, tangled desperately in each other's embrace, it became the usual, expected even! Something about the thank God, we're alive. We made it to see another day! feeling, resulted in the same response each and every time. Sexual rushes. Frantic hands. Kisses that tasted like blood.

How long had it been since it felt like this?

Wolfwood broke the kiss, chest heaving, lips glistening, front door still wide open at his back, and his hands fell to Vash's hips. "You look so beautiful," he breathed, his lips motioning softly against his mouth. Their noses touches, Wolfwood's eyes half lidded with a comforting, content aura, but...

Vash slowly shook his head. "Aht, aht, Nicholas. That's not what I want."

Wolfwood looked surprised, pulling back to peer down at him further. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Yes." Vash leaned into his touch, pressing his fuller chest and lacy bra against Wolfwood's pecs. "I don't want you to love me tonight. I don't want you to be romantic, and respect me."

The look of confusion and terror crossing Wolfwood's face almost made him laugh, but he continued, in too deep to back pedal now.

"I want you to fuck me," Vash whispered.

"I mean, yeah, we're gonna get to that-"

"No, no." Vash lifted his finger and pressed it to Wolfwood's lips, silencing him. "I don't think you understand what I'm saying. I want to feel you when I sit down tomorrow."

Wolfwood swallowed hard, throat bobbing with the effort, and Vash watched him intently.

"I want my legs to tremble when I stand up after you're finished with me," Vash whispered, and that was it.

That was the final straw. He actively watched the restraints snap audibly deep within Wolfwood, and the flood gates opened. Every bit of that six week aching and yearning they'd experienced in the walls of their own home came collapsing out of him in such a rush, Vash gasped as his husband advanced on him.

Strong hands still on his hips shoved him backwards against their entryway wall, and grabbed one of his milky thighs, lifting his leg and draping his inner knee into the crook of Wolfwood's elbow. Deft fingers reached down and shoved aside the thin black lace of his panties. With a furrowed brow of apparent concentration, he shoved two fingers deep into Vash's pussy.

A high pitched preen escaped his throat as he tossed his head back, letting it thump hard against the door. He was already wet, of course, but it felt so great to have something buried into him at long last, it took his breath away and stripped him bare, and dear God, the immediate roughness of it, the no hesitation, had Vash chomping at the bit.

He wanted it harder than ever before.

Wolfwood gave it to him, pounding his fingers into him, twisting, curling, in such a hurry, all Vash could do was grip toned biceps and try not to scream out of pure ecstasy, because their front door still sat ajar just feet from where they stood.

They'd been mutually masturbating around every day for the last week, but this felt better, so much better, because he knew...

Vash knew...

He was finally going to get fucked.

The thought made him moan desperately over the sound of Wolfwood's wet fingers messily pounding into him, his skilled efforts doing their job - the initial tightness was beginning to subside already, far too fast, leaving him feeling empty and desperate and hungry for more. Shifting his weight, using his hands as leverage on Wolfwood's arms, he shoved himself further down, making Wolfwood's fingers into that much deeper.

Still not enough. So close to touched what he wanted.

Wolfwood growled, low and deep, and shoved a third finger inside. This sparked up another round of good, so good feelings, and that struck his core so hard, he felt the beginning warmth of his orgasm building already.

"Ah, enough, Nick," he gasped.

Concern etching across his husband's brow, he whispered, "You sure?"

He'd never been more sure in his entire life.

Instead of answering with words, he captured Wolfwood's lips hotly, fingertips pressing deep into his husband's muscles. Wolfwood hummed in his mouth, carefully removing his fingers, and kissing him back with everything he had. He plunged his tongue into his mouth, pressing him completely against the wall so he couldn't move, completely at his mercy.

He wasn't sure how long they kissed, just exploring, softly, then harder, fingers touching every inch of exposed skin. Tasting and tongues and soft moans of encouragement, but by the time Wolfwood finally pulled away, Vash was panting, he felt his pussy dripping wetly with need, drooling between his thighs and slicking down his skin.

"My beautiful Vash," Wolfwood whispered, bringing him back down to reality. He deadlifted Vash off the ground with just his hands on his ass - he shoved him against the wall against, harsh, and Vash wrapped his arms around his neck, scrambling for purchase.

He had but a moment of preparation.

A moment of consideration, as Wolfwood made quick work of unsnapping his pants and pulling out his cock.

A second to catch his breath, as he listened to the sounds of his husband hissing at the feeling of his hand on his erection.

Before Wolfwood allowed his restraints to snap again, just the way he liked, and shoved his cock wetly into Vash's pliant and waiting body in one smooth, practiced movement, until he was buried clean to the hilt. Vash's vision whited out, static filled his ears, and it took him several hard, pounding beats before he realized the sound of the long, effervescent cries were not coming from outside their open door, but actually coming from his own mouth, and he couldn't bite them down, couldn't silence himself, because finally...

Finally...

He had Wolfwood's dick back inside him, and it was huge. Impossibly thick. He relished the steady burn, the aching, familiar pain, as he stretched and adjusted, his body hungrily twitching around the cock. Back pressed flat against the wall, his entire body flushed with heat, his throat ached from the severity at which he wanted to scream from being so full and complete, at long last.

It still didn't really hit him the severity of his own actions, until he felt Wolfwood's hand leave his thigh, and fingers grab at the lace of his panties. With one strong pull, they snapped clean off Vash's hips, nothing more than thin fabric left in his husband's hands.

"Open up."

Wolfwood held up the wet, torn panties. Vash's lips parted enough to Wolfwood to shove them into his mouth and against his tongue.

"'kay, close."

He followed instructions easily.

"Good boy," Wolfwood whispered, brushing the shell of his ear. "Now, keep quiet. Our neighbors don't need to know how good I'm about to fuck you."

Vash whimpered.

That tantalizing mouth quirked off to one side, familiar, crooked. A bolt of lightning exploding his entire world. It reminded him of the first day they met, somehow.

He'd been screwed from the first second he saw him smirk.

Wolfwood pulled out and thrust back in with all his strength, setting a hard, punishing pace as his arm muscles strained with the effort of holding Vash up.

He hadn't been fucked in six weeks, so his girth and length were stretching him to his limit, to the edge of painful, he wanted to cry, while he simultaneously wanted more, and more, harder and harder. Though the stretch of six weeks was not that long at all, it felt like so long since he'd been fucked, stretched, and had every good spot rammed into with the strength of a man who'd undergone experiments to be a beast of a killer.

Regular men would just never do the job for him.

All Vash could do was grip desperately to sweat damp biceps as Wolfwood fucked into him, relentless and vicious, unrestrained, with that salacious inhuman strength. Wolfwood shoved his face into his neck, mouthing at his pounding jugular, and effectively pressing their bodies even closer together.

Pleasure mixed with the sluggish pain, and Vash scraped his nails across Wolfwood's clothed back, desperate. He opened his mouth and spat his panties out. "Harder," he begged.

"Fuck, y' sure."

He nodded rapidly, and Wolfwood moved back a little, lifting Vash higher with just his strong arms, and shoved back in. This new angle allowed his cock to bury deep inside him, striking spots that made Vash's vision go white again, and also allowed him to pull all the way out before shoving back in with a roll of his hips.

The long pull and slide of that cock, the wet cacophony, made Vash desperately reach for his own dick with sweaty hands. Finally, closing his fingers around his hot, aching clit, he preened loudly, crying Wolfwood's name in desperation.

This made Wolfwood thrust even harder and faster, his movements turning sloppy in their frantic nature.

The wall shook and hanging pictures rattled in their frames behind him with Wolfwood's new vigor. Fear and panic clawed its way up the back of throat, envisioning the wall of their neighbor's house shaking and things falling from it, until they came to check on them, and the entire, sweet little family next door walking in to see him being railed until he cried. He gasped and sobbed, "Nick - Nick, the neighbors - the wall-"

He understood, thankfully, and lifted him away from the wall, still buried deep inside him. They stumbled across the entryway and into the living room, until he was dumped him on the back edge of their couch. Without a second of downtime, Wolfwood shoved both his legs back as far as they would go, until they nearly touched the his chest, leaving him completely open and exposed.

Wolfwood licked his lips, gaze flitting down to where they met hungrily, and rolled his hips with practiced smoothness, burying himself until skin met skin. His deep, resulting moan sounded so insanely hot, it flew all over Vash in a blanket of lust, and he found his gaze taking in the beautiful man towering over him. Sweat clung to the fabric of his button up, plastering it to his muscular chest; his muscles strained in his arms, shaking and trembling.

The dim light from the only lamp in the room cast him in golden light, the fine lines of his face, the sharp strength of his jaw, and steady determination in his brow. The adoration in his gaze as he watched them fuck, up close and personal, unlike anything he had seen before, from anyone else. Before they ended up like this married, back when they both drowned in a sea of blood, he'd seen that same look every once in a while across Wolfwood's face during their times together, but he'd never known a name for it.

Now he did.

Love.

Heat spread across Vash's chest and ears, and he flung his hand at his clit again, quickly working it in fast circles. "Nick," he choked out.

"Hmmm?" came the distracted response, snapping his hips harshly forward again. It knocked the breath out of Vash's lungs, but he managed to gasp out, "I love you."

The thrusts paused and Vash could have sworn he heard Wolfwood suck in a sharp, surprised breath, despite how many times they'd said it since their first confessions. His gaze snapped away from his dick and met Vash's own, fiery and heated and completely different than they were just moments before - and his own hand moved faster along his clit, so swept away in the attractiveness of that feral look.

"Yeah," Wolfwood blew out a long breath. "Yeah, fuck, I love you, too."

Leaning forward, nearly bending Vash in half, he fucked into him at such a renewed pace, his orgasm splashed over him in a heady rush before he realized what was happening - Vash's pussy twitched and exploded in a pulsating, sharp orgasm that shook through him. His back arched and he cried out, but Wolfwood slapped a hand over his mouth before he got too loud, holding him down, fucking him through it so hard, the couch scraped and scrubbed and screeched across their wood floor.

Oversensitive, all Vash could do was huff and puff and drool against Wolfwood's hot palm, as he was held down and treated like a piece of meat, letting the love of his life chase his completion inside him rougher than they'd ever gone before.

Just when Vash's fingertips started going numb and he felt lightheaded, Wolfwood swore loudly and buried himself completely inside as he spilled his seed. The orgasm felt strong and it wracked through the body above him with shudders and shivers, filling him, claiming him, owning him. Breathless, Wolfwood released his hold on Vash and collapsed to his knees on the floor, cock slipping wetly from him. He pressed his forehead, hot and drenched in sweat, against Vash's thigh.

Vash, though, could only stare at the ceiling overhead, chest heaving, white noise roaring in his ears.

Holy shit. Holy fuck. They'd definitely never had sex like that in a very long time. That desperate and rough and frantic, it was glorious, everything he'd been dreaming about. Hot damn.

Wolfwood, though, always recovered first from their stints now, his stamina knowing no bounds. He slowly rose to his knees and yanked his own shirt off, the movement of which made Vash, precariously dangling on the edge of their catch, move to watch him better. He tossed his shirt over his shoulder.

Once finished, with gentle and soft hands, he lifted Vash from the edge of the couch and pulled him down to the floor with him, gathering him into his lap so Vash straddled him, shaking thighs pressing on either side of his now soaking wet crotch.

Wolfwood's hands began wandering, one rubbing soft circles along his lower back, the other coming up to grab at the lacy cups of his bra and shove them down, exposing his breasts to the cool room. That hand curled around one of the milk engorged mounds, flicking his thumb along the nipple.

It was easy to lose himself in the gentle, caring hands of his husband like this, letting him touch and rub whatever he wanted as he basked in the afterglow of his first orgasm of the night - because he knew there would be multiple to come.

Wolfwood leaned forward, closing his lips around Vash's nipple, and suckling needily. Vash hummed, happily, and flung his arms around Wolfwood's neck, leaning into his attention to his breast.

A gentle warmth filled him, and he almost didn't hear Wolfwood speak, until he felt his lips pull away from his chest for a moment.

"Can I tell you something, Vash?"

Vash tilted his head, regarding the man now looking up at him so gently, almost with an air of shyness in the curve of his mouth. "Of course."

"I... I think I fell in love with you all over again tonight," he said, so earnestly, it ached in Vash's heart.

Vash smiled, pressing his lips together. He felt giddy, like the first time they kissed, like the first time they held hands. "Well, I think I fell in love with you again tonight, too."

Wolfwood grinned. "Looks like I'm the luckiest man in the world."

Vash inched forward, closer to him until his face nearly buried between his breasts. "Why's that?"

"Because I got the Vash the Stampede to fall for me twice. Not once, but twice."

Vash smiled, knowing all to himself how many times he'd actually fallen in love with Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Somewhere in the hundreds, he imagined. Every time he saved someone. Every time he laughed with him. Every time he kissed him. The first time he laid eyes on him, and then seeing him as a husband, married, and as a father.

And he imagined he'd be falling in love with him every single day for the rest of his life.

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