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Wolfwood was human. It was something Vash was painfully aware of every single day. Their lives were not easy, and Vash knew with the trouble they often found themselves in that any day could have reasonably been Wolfwood's last. But unlike other humans, Wolfwood was stronger. Durable. His body could handle feats no ordinary human could, and he treated it all as if it was child's play. Despite his strength, there was something else that set him apart from other humans. The healing ability his body took on when he drank the odd serum supplied to him by The Eye of Michael.

Vash had seen the vials in Wolfwood’s luggage before, and after sometime Wolfwood slowly opened up about what they were- what they did. He hoped he'd never have to see the day when Wolfwood was injured so badly that he needed to take one. Things, however, never seemed to follow the whims of Vash's hopes.

It had been during a rather grisly fight. Vash still had his gun, but some way or another, Wolfwood had been surrounded and his weapons discarded. A group of bandits intent on cashing in Vash's bounty were yelling at him to drop his own gun or else the priest would get it. Vash couldn't think of a way out and had no other real choice of what to do. He was seconds away from dropping his fully loaded colt when what had to have been a dozen rounds went off straight into Wolfwood’s chest.

One of the bandits had been a little trigger happy, or maybe just worried about the rumored power of the Humanoid Typhoon. Nonetheless, Vash still had his gun and Wolfwood was riddled with holes.

He could still hear the wretched gasping sound Wolfwood made as he choked for breath on his own blood. Vash didn't even know how Wolfwood even managed to attempt to breathe, his lungs had surely been shredded by such close range gunfire. It looked like Wolfwood's chest had been ripped open with how much it sprayed blood. But Vash had no time to look. He couldn't look. He had used his gun, and with a little less care than normal, disarmed and knocked out most of their assailants as quickly as he could.

By the time Vash had turned back to Wolfwood, who was kneeling in the sand stained dark with his own blood, he was drenched in a cold and worried sweat. There was an empty vile to Wolfwood's lips and he gave shuttered hacks and coughs as Vash ran to his side.

The sound of Wolfwood’s body healing itself sounded like hissing air escaping through hot metal. Rounded slugs were pushed out from deep within his body and dropped dully into the sand. Vash kneeled before Wolfwood, looking over him and unsure what to do. His hands hovered here and there, scared that any little touch might break him. “Nick-”

“‘M,” Wolfwood’s voice was hoarse, but he wasn't coughing up any more blood. It only seeped into his cracked lips and dribbled down his chin. “‘M okay.” He said slowly. He took deep, slow breaths until his coughing subsided.

Grey hairs grew from Wolfwood's temples and Vash was reminded of his own black hair, how it came in whenever he used his arm. How it meant he was closer to death than he was before. Wolfwood was human and humans died. Vash was no stranger to that fact. The countless graves he had dug, the people he had held in his arms as they passed, and the friends he had made just to see the light fade from their eyes were already too many. He hated knowing Wolfwood would join their numbers and leave him too. Humans were born close to death. How much closer could Wolfwood possibly get before it came for him?

The grey hairs meant Wolfwood was alive, but they showed how the serum worked. How it rapidly aged his body to heal otherwise deadly wounds. Wolfwood was alive, but he would not always be able to avoid death.

After taking some of their attackers' supplies and money (“a tithe”, Wolfwood had called it, but Vash didn’t smile), the two fled the area. Vash had been more than willing to carry Wolfwood, but Wolfwood had flat out denied it.

“I ain't dyin’, spikey.” He had grumbled.

But in Vash's mind he was dying.

Wolfwood walked slower than he normally would've and was clearly fatigued. Vash couldn't help but look at him every other second just to make sure he was there. Little was said between them, but their walk was not long. They made it to the town that had been their original destination before they were jumped by the unsuccessful bounty hunters, and ducked into the first restaurant they could find.

Wolfwood sure was a sight. Dark, oxidized blood coated his ripped clothing and his exposed chest. He looked like a man who crawled from his own grave, and the customers in the restaurant gave them a wide berth. Vash didn't mind. Less attention was better. Wolfwood didn't seem too preoccupied with the sideways glances and uncomfortable people either. He was far too busy eating anything and everything that was put in front of him.

The rapid regeneration of his cells had no doubt used up all excess fat storages that he had. Vash watched Wolfwood eat, not touching a thing himself. He wasn't hungry. He watched Wolfwood swallow large bites and ate with his hands in such a messy, uncaring manner that it probably seemed to the others in the restaurant that he hadn't eaten in days. A corpse who had come back from his grave hungry...

Wolfwood was alive. That was all that Vash needed, and yet the thought alone wasn't enough for him.

He hadn't been enough to protect Wolfwood back there. Hadn't been quick or observant enough to prevent his gruesome injury or his need to use the healing serum. Vash's eyes flicked to the silver hair at Wolfwood's temples and his stomach flipped uncomfortably. What if Wolfwood didn't have any more of that serum on him? What if the injuries had killed him before he had the chance to drink it?

“Christ alive, Vash,” Wolfwood spoke with his mouth half full, bringing Vash out of his thoughts. “Ya look like you're at a funeral. S'fine. ‘M fine. Lighten up.”

Vash blinked. He stared for a moment longer and exhaled, looking away with a forced smile. “My bad,” He scuffed the tip of his boot against the toe of Wolfwood’s shoe. “Just-...” What way was there for him to put it? His worry? His fear? His need to make sure that Wolfwood stayed safe as long as he possibly could? “Never seen something like that before. Scared me, I guess.”

Wolfwood's face relaxed and he wiped his face and hands with a large amount of napkins. “‘M fine.” He reiterated, less harshly. “Just… Takes a toll on me. I get crazy hungry after usin’ the stuff and need t'sleep a couple'a days just to get back to normal.” He glanced up at Vash and returned the small tap to his boot under the table. His foot moved upwards and Wolfwood bounced the side of his ankle against Vash's leg. “I know how to deal with it.”

Vash knew that Wolfwood was trying to be reassuring, but his words did little to comfort him. There was an ache inside him, deep and hollow within his chest. The wound throbbed with every beat of his heart. It was grief for a man not yet dead. Preemptive mourning that would do nothing to speed along the grieving process once Wolfwood eventually did die. Vash could not prevent it. He was not human, but he was no God either.

He could not prevent Wolfwood from dying, keep him carefully tucked away like a photograph in his pocket. But there was something Vash could do, not just for himself, but for them both. He could treasure Wolfwood. Make him feel as good as he possibly could, and do his best to protect him. Shower Wolfwood with all the affection he possibly could while his body rested and healed fully from the strain of the serum- the strain of living.

“A little R&R then,” Vash said, a possessive need to take care of Wolfwood growing inside him. “Let's find a room and lay low for a bit.”

After paying their tab, the pair went off to find a room at the town's motel. They snagged one, perhaps at a pity price with how worn Wolfwood looked, but cheap was cheap. Once they got to the room, Wolfwood was ready to fall straight into bed, but Vash wouldn't hear it. He carefully removed the clothes from Wolfwood's tired body (his dress shirt and suit jacket were a lost cause and would have to be tossed), and helped him into the tub in the bathroom.

“I could'a done this m'self.” Wolfwood grumbled, as Vash rinsed the blood off his body with the shower head.

“But would you have?” Vash shot back, knowing damn well Wolfwood simply would've stripped off the bloodied clothing at most before dropping into bed.

“... That's unrelated, spikey.”

Smiling, Vash finished with washing the blood off Wolfwood's body before he plugged the tub to really bathe him. If he hadn't washed off the blood first, then the water would've been filthy in seconds and Wolfwood would've never gotten clean.

Wolfwood allowed Vash to bathe him without further complaint. He lifted his arms and put his head back when Vash gently asked, and even sighed and leaned into his touch when Vash worked his fingers into his hair with shampoo. Washing Wolfwood allowed Vash to feel better, more at ease. It gave him a sense of control over what had happened. Although he had not been quick enough to prevent the initial injury, Vash was still there to take care of Wolfwood and see him back to his regular health. It felt good. Being able to have that control, knowing that in that moment he was taking care of Wolfwood and would allow no further harm to fall him.

That did not stop Vash's eyes and hands from traveling over Wolfwood’s chest and back. Over fresh scars in the shape of jagged entry and exit wounds. They were paler than the warm brown of the rest of Wolfwood’s skin. Shiny and new.

“They'll fade,” Wolfwood said. While Vash's hand hovered unsurely above the scars on his chest, Wolfwood took it and pressed it to his skin. “Give it a few weeks ‘n they'll look closer to the rest of me.”

Vash wondered how many scars he had missed on Wolfwood. How many had faded and disappeared before he'd even known him. His own scars were not like that. They did not fade. They stayed visible on his body, ugly and large. Sometimes they were reopened and healed over again, standing out even more against his rare slices of unblemished flesh.

Wolfwood didn’t need Vash’s help getting out of the tub or toweling off, Vash knew he only  allowed him to do it for his own comfort. He appreciated it. He was careful, drying his hair first and then the rest of his body. It was a soft and domestic task, and from the way Wolfwood’s face radiated heat, Vash knew he enjoyed it as well.

Once he was dry, Wolfwood walked from the bathroom naked and fell heavily on his back in the cheap, motel bed. He sprawled out and gave a long sigh. “Is this bed really that good or ‘m I just that tired?” He asked, eyeing Vash with a small smile from where he stood in the bathroom doorway.

A smile pulled at Vash’s lips as well and he quickly hung Wolfwood’s used bath towel on the knob on the bathroom door. He moved into the room and sat on the bed next to Wolfwood’s side. He had no doubt that the bed was a little less than ideal, but he couldn’t quite focus on the feeling of it. All he could do was stare dumbly at Wolfwood’s body. His scarred chest rose and fell with easy breathing and his dark eyes were half lidded and tired. He looked so beautiful there, laying on the lumpy hotel bed. Even after such a jarring experience, such harm done to him so little time ago, Wolfwood still laid there- completely vulnerable before Vash.

All Vash wanted to do was surround him, hold him, protect him, fill him as much as he could and keep him safe forever.

A minute passed and Vash, realizing the extent of his own silence, took a quick breath. “It’s not the worst bed.” He said, being generous.

“Hmm,” Wolfwood nodded slowly and closed his eyes. “When you’re starvin’, the shittiest food tastes the best. When you’re shit tired, a broken mattress feels like a feather bed.” He exhaled through his nose and opened one eye at Vash. “If it feels good then, then it feels good. I ain’t gonna complain ‘bout why.”

Vash wanted everything for Wolfwood to feel good, wanted to be the one to provide him with those good things. His mouth felt almost uncomfortably dry and his gaze traveled over Wolfwood’s body once more. “Wolfwood,” He took the other’s hand, leaning closer to speak to him. “I have something to ask you.”

A pulse, a moment where he stiffened, visibly traveled through Wolfwood’s body. He quickly got over it and opened both eyes to look at Vash properly. “Yeah, blondie?” He asked, a bit of uncertainty in his voice.

Vash was not going to ask Wolfwood the impossible. He would never burden him with that. He knew Wolfwood would be unable to grant the request of staying by his side, uninjured, for the rest of his life. To ask would be to only hurt them both. While it was what Vash wanted more than anything else, he was able to settle for a much more doable request.

“Please-” Tears burned at the corners of his eyes and Vash raised Wolfwood’s knuckles to his lips. “Let me take care of you.”

A relieved breath left Wolfwood’s lungs and his smile grew. “Vash-”

“I know you’re tired.” Vash spoke again. “You probably hurt more than you’re letting on, and that’s okay. I just want to be here, I want to make you feel good. Right now, right here-” His smile wobbled as the tears grew in his eyes, Vash didn’t wipe them. They slipped down his cheeks and dabbled the dry skin on the back of Wolfwood’s hand. “Anything you need, I want you to depend on me for it. No one else. Just let me take care of you, Nick.”

Wolfwood’s mouth hung open, his fingers flexed in Vash’s and he squeezed his hand tightly. “Okay.” He said quietly, smile growing softer. “Okay, ya big softie.” He shook his head fondly and leaned up just enough to find Vash’s lips. “C’mere, angel.” Wolfwood’s lips moved carefully against Vash’s, kissing him between his words. “Come take care of me, then.”

Something inside Vash melted and his tears fell freely as he kissed Wolfwood back, slow and passionate. His other hand wandered down Wolfwood’s side and landed on his hip. He gently tugged him closer, making the kiss more comfortable for them both.

Vash could taste his own tears on Wolfwood’s lips. They were bitter, but he was not focused on his tears. He was focused on Wolfwood, the warmth of his body, his soft breaths, and gently clawing fingers as they wrapped around his neck. Each of them meant the same thing, that Wolfwood was alive.

Wolfwood’s fatigue was evident in the kiss, the way he stayed on his back, only weakly reaching out to hold Vash closer. Vash didn’t care. If he was tired, then Vash didn’t want Wolfwood to exert himself anymore than he was comfortable with. He’d do all the work and he’d do it happily. He’d kiss and fondle Wolfwood the rest of the evening until they fell asleep if that’s what Wolfwood wanted. Anything would be enough, anything would be perfect as long as it was with Wolfwood.

After kissing long enough to leave his lips tingling and fevered, Vash felt Wolfwood’s hand on his neck drop down to paw lazily at the chest of his coat. “Get-” Wolfwood breathed, glaring at Vash’s coat. “This damn straightjacket off already.”

With a grin, Vash was quick to comply. His jacket was off and on the floor in record time, leaving only his leather body suit and boots remaining. Vash directed his focus from Wolfwood’s face to his neck and chest. He kissed down Wolfwood’s neck while palming his fat tits. “I missed you,” Vash breathed against his throat. “I missed you so much.”

“Missed me?” Wolfwood laughed. Vash could feel the vibrations of his laugh from where his lips rested on his neck. They buzzed through him, leaving him so pleasantly light headed. “Angel, ‘m right here.” His voice was fond and warm. While one of his arms wrapped around Vash’s back, Wolfwood’s hand cupped Vash’s cheek and tilted his face up. Their eyes met. “Where are ya, angel?” He asked, smiling. “Come back down to me.”

Although he was physically there, with Wolfwood, Vash was also in the future. It could’ve been the next day, the next week, or the next year. But he was there. He was in a future where Wolfwood, the first human he had ever allowed himself to truly love and be vulnerable with, was gone. He missed him, not just in the future, but in the present. It was busy work missing someone when they were right in front of you. Busy and painful.

“I’m here,” Vash’s voice was soft. He leaned into the calloused palm of Wolfwood’s hand and sighed. “I’m here.” He stayed there for some time, breathing slowly and allowing himself to rest in Wolfwood’s grasp. Meanwhile, his hands grazed over Wolfwood’s body, lazily fondling his stomach and sides.

Vash felt Wolfwood’s lips on his own and his eyes opened. Wolfwood had his eyes closed as he kissed him, but Vash enjoyed looking at him like that. His face looked soft and peaceful. His closed eyes, especially his dark eyelashes fanning against his cheeks, were gorgeous. It almost felt like a secret to Vash, looking at Wolfwood when he had his eyes closed. But he loved it.

“You’re somethin’ else,” Wolfwood muttered.

“Just yours.” Vash’s flesh and blood hand traveled upwards to give one of Wolfwood’s tits a playful squeeze.

“Is that what you’re callin’ it?” Wolfwood’s eyes opened with a grin.

“Only if that’s what you call it.”

A look of obviously fake annoyance crossed Wolfwood’s face. “Yeah,” He said after a minute of contemplation. “Suppose that works. Ya can be mine.” The act faded quickly as Wolfwood’s face softened.

“Then that makes you mine,” Vash smiled.

“I can live with that.”

Living.

That’s what Wolfwood was, and as long as he was living, Vash would be there to care for him.

As he returned to kissing Wolfwood’s chest, Vash relished the feeling of Wolfwood’s hands over his back. He could feel the warmth of his palms through his tight, leather compression vest. Feel the subtle scrape of his nails, and hear it as it grinded over the tough material. Vash already knew just how Wolfwood liked to be kissed, how he best liked Vash to use his mouth, but the praise of his touch made his body hum.

Of course, Wolfwood’s fresh scars received a great deal of attention. Vash dragged his tongue slowly over them while he palmed Wolfwood’s tits. He even tested them with his teeth as a possessive thought in his mind grew. Only he should be allowed to leave Wolfwood with marks and scars. Only he should be able to break his skin and bruise him. While Wolfwood wore his wounds from battle well, he wore Vash’s marks of love even better.

The stiffness in his trousers was far from Vash’s mind. He could feel how hard he was within the tight fabric of his pants, but it did not concern him. All he wanted was Wolfwood’s pleasure, to be the one to provide that pleasure.

“I’ll take such good care of you.” Vash breathed over Wolfwood’s chest. He played his tongue over one of Wolfwood’s hardened nipples, moaning just from the whine Wolfwood released from the contact. He sucked hard, teeth biting down even harder. WIth his mouth busy on one breast, Vash’s hand groped the other. Rolling Wolfwood’s nipple between the metal fingers of his prosthetic.

Wolfwood’s chest bruised so easily and Vash loved it. I loved seeing the dark marks bloom under his skin. Seeing Wolfwood in pain disturbed Vash, but causing him just enough pain for it to be pleasurable for them both got him off more than anything else. The first few times they had had sex, Vash had been weary of hurting Wolfwood. He was gentle, soft, and scared of breaking him. Vash knew the extent of his strength, his power. He knew how easy it would be to go too far and cause irreparable damage. If he could level cities and destroy a moon with a power that was accidental, what could he do with a strength he purposely chose to exercise? Even in such a different context, it would be far too easy to go too far and hurt Wolfwood beyond repair.

That’s what Vash had once fussed about at least. It took countless times of them experimenting and Wolfwood straight out demanding Vash to use more force before they found a ground where they were both happy.

And oh, was Vash happy. He loved hearing the pleasured cries Wolfwood let out each time he sunk his teeth into his tan skin. He loved even more seeing the bruising marks left behind in the shape of his own mouth.

Eventually, Vash’s fingers found themselves buried between the furry folds of Wolfwood’s fat cunt. He moved them over Wolfwood’s hard, clit-dick, jerking him off with slow movements. Wolfwood clung to him more desperately then, cursing with each stroke. He had managed to find some of the gaps in Vash’s compression vest and his nails dug roughly into his exposed skin.

“Good?” Vash panted, eagerly focusing on Wolfwood’s face.

“G-Good,” Wolfwood’s voice shook. His face was scrunched up, teeth gritted and eyes closed as he shifted down on Vash’s palm. “Fuckin-” He gasped, “Good.”

Sexual satisfaction was nothing compared to the joyous pride Vash felt in making Wolfwood feel good. It burned in his chest and expanded like a balloon, making his breaths short and quick.

“You're so beautiful like this,” Vash murmured, lips moving over Wolfwood's face. “Thank you, thank you for letting me take care of you.”

A shuddered exhale left Wolfwood as he struggled to respond. He continued to rut against Vash's hand, his movements fast and desperate. Vash did all he could to make it easier on him, murmuring praise in his ear and caressing Wolfwood the ways he liked best to ensure he came. When Wolfwood finally came, clit and cunt throbbing all around Vash's hand, Vash felt positively light headed. His eyes never left Wolfwood’s face, carefully studying the expressions he made as his orgasm washed over him.

“Christ,” Wolfwood's voice was high and hoarse, his pussy still beating in time to his heart. He opened his dark eyes and stared at Vash with his mouth half open. He looked over Vash, throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. “If ya really wanna thank me, angel,” He grinned, rubbing his cheek against the side of Vash's face. “Then ya should just fuck me already.”

Something hot buzzed inside Vash's chest, traveled down through his stomach, and caused his cock to throb almost painfully. “Please.” He begged. He had held himself back to make Wolfwood feel good, none of his actions were to serve his own sexual pleasure, but Vash couldn't deny just how badly he did want Wolfwood.

“Then do it.”

Vash was even quicker to remove his body suit and shoes than he had been his jacket. Wolfwood laughed softly at his eagerness and it only spurred him on all the more. Wolfwood waited patiently, watching Vash undress with a hungry eye, his legs already spread, and his wet cunt just begging to be stuffed. Vash was soon back on top of him, his cock sliding into Wolfwood’s familiar hole with ease. Their bodies knew each other so well. It was amazing how Wolfwood's cunt was always ready to take Vash without any pressure, but still remained tight enough to squeeze him in all the right ways.

The moment he entered Wolfwood fully, Vash had to hold his breath. His possessive devotion to him already had Vash far too close to cumming. As much as it would feel good, he couldn't have that. Vash needed to last as long as possible- or at least as long as Wolfwood wanted him to. That's all he wanted. To be good for Wolfwood, to provide him with the pleasure that no one else could.

Wolfwood’s arms reached up to wrap heavily around Vash's neck, dragging their faces closer together. His eyes were glossy and his smile tired. “C'mere, angel.” He grunted, forcing their foreheads together. “Need t'feel ya…”

Somehow, Vash remembered to breathe. He put one hand next to Wolfwood's head to help hold him in place above him, while the other moved to hold up one of his legs. “I'm here,” He said, still wishing to be closer. “Right here, Nick.”

A soft hum buzzed from Wolfwood's closed mouth. He gave slow kisses over Vash's cheeks and lips. “Good t'know.”

Vash had never felt more weak to a single human, to anyone for that matter. The way he wanted Wolfwood was beyond words, beyond comprehension. Wolfwood felt so warm under him, so alive. Wolfwood drove Vash mad in the worst and the best ways, and it was clear he knew it. Desperate and infatuated, Vash rested his face next to Wolfwood’s ear and began to fuck him. He could've kissed him- wanted to kiss him, but more than that, Vash wanted to hear Wolfwood. Hear the sounds he made when Vash's cock pressed against his cervix, or his breathy exhales when Vash muttered in his ear.

He still had to go slower than he would've liked to keep from prematurely cumming, but it was no real problem. Wolfwood didn't seem to mind in the least. His worn body shivered with each of Vash's touches, and every word he said to him. He wondered what it must've felt like for Wolfwood to be so utterly exhausted, yet to be receiving so much pleasure. The thought made Vash's chest feel full. How perfectly overwhelmed Wolfwood probably was. How eager and aching he was.

It was much harder for Vash to keep from cumming than he thought. He couldn't keep his head straight. Every thrust, every sound Wolfwood made, and every thought racing through his mind sent him teetering towards the edge. It didn't help that he absolutely loved filling Wolfwood up. Some time ago, during their first time with shaking hands and drunken kisses, Wolfwood had mentioned that the experiments performed on him by the Eye of Michael had rendered his female organs essentially useless. It was impossible for him to become pregnant, so protection wasn't something they had to worry about. While a relief at the time… it had managed to plague Vash's mind every time they fucked. He thought about filling Wolfwood up, defying every odd, and actually getting him pregnant.

Oh, it drove Vash absolutely mad. It filled his mind. How much Vash would be able to care for Wolfwood if he were pregnant. How Wolfwood would have to rely on him for every little need. He could really dote on him then. Cater and care for him all throughout his pregnancy and birth… Fuck, there was no more delaying his orgasm with those thoughts so heavy in his mind.

“Please,” Vash whined, his face in Wolfwood’s neck. “Please, please, please, let me fill you up.” His words ran together as he hopelessly fucked into Wolfwood’s pussy.

“Al-” Groaning, Wolfwood’s nails bit into the back of Vash's neck. “Already?” He laughed for a moment, the walls of his cunt pushing against Vash's thrusts as he did so. “Ya always do.”

Vash's mind was so lost in his own thoughts and his fast approaching orgasm that he couldn't stop the words that fell from his lips. “I want to get you pregnant, Nico. Fuck. Please, I want to take care of you. I just want you to be so full and happy and safe. Please.”

He hadn't expected his desires to actually leave his mind, but Vash was too far gone to stop. While his words only tumbled together from there, he felt his eyes sting with more tears. Were they from fear of Wolfwood’s rejection? His own pleasure? Vash had no idea and he was powerless to stop them. He closed his eyes and cried into Wolfwood’s neck.

Wolfwood clenched so hard around Vash's dick that it was a miracle he didn't come that very second. “Chrissakes, angel!” He called out, legs wrapping around Vash's hips. Through heavy panting and gasping moans, Wolfwood managed to string together the words that almost made Vash's heart stop. “Yes, fuck! Wanna fill m'up? Fuck me until ‘m fuckin’ pregnant, angel. Put your baby in me!”

It was impossible for Vash to hold out at Wolfwood's request. He came harder than he had in a long time. It made his mind flash white and his whole body tingle. Out of something that was nothing more than irrational instinct, Vash bit into Wolfwood's neck while he came with his dick flush against his womb. The feel of Wolfwood’s sweaty body tangled in his, his tight walls spasming around him as he came, and the taste of Wolfwood’s blood on his tongue were all so much.

It was heavy, it was hot, and most importantly- it was a living action between them both.

Vash had never felt more in love with Wolfwood than in that moment. His brain sparked like a live wire and he found it impossible to tune out the small sensations his hypersensitive senses usually caught on to. He could feel Wolfwood's pulse just from being inside him and could even count his BPM if he wanted to. He could smell the sex and adrenaline on Wolfwood’s skin, and even taste his desire from the blood that fled to the shallow bite Vash left on him.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Vash.” Wolfwood gasped. His shaking legs slowly fell from Vash's waist and dropped hard back onto the bed. He took a moment to breathe, turning his head to meet Vash's gaze. One hand left Vash's shoulders to touch the fresh bite mark in his skin. It was hard to read Wolfwood's expression, he looked bewildered, but neither angry nor upset. “What in t'world was that?”

Vash licked his teeth before opening his mouth. He could taste the thin layer of blood on them. “I-” How was he to respond? Every desire he wished was true, but he knew it had been nothing but extremely unfair to Wolfwood to unload it all on him. Especially during an intimate moment where Vash was trying to take care of him. He had no excuse for it. But fuck, it had felt good.

He slowly pulled away from Wolfwood, unsure if he was upset or not. He felt his dick slip from his cunt and fought the incredible temptation to look down and admire his work. Instead, Vash sat up between Wolfwood’s legs so that there was plenty of room between them, and kept his eyes on Wolfwood's face. He was tongue tied as he fought to think of anything to say. He wanted to take care of Wolfwood, to feel in control of what happened to him. Was that too much to want? “Nick, I'm s-”

“Do ya really wanna do that t'me?” Wolfwood's voice was soft as he cut Vash off.

It had not been the response Vash expected. He blinked and turned it over in his mind just to make sure he had heard it right. “Yes.” The worry within him lightened.

There was a pause. Wolfwood pushed himself up and Vash could no longer help himself. He watched as thick cum leaked from between Wolfwood’s legs, leaving a wet trail on the bed beneath him. “Ya know I can't actually-” He looked away momentarily before glancing back at Vash.

“I know,” Vash said gently. Children were… an interesting thought. They were never something Vash had put much thought into. He loved them, but his life was far too dangerous to be a parent. Not to mention, what if any children he had ended up human? He wouldn't be able to mentally handle having to outlive them. And if they were an Independent… well, that was an entirely different can of worms. But the fantasy? The simple idea of getting Wolfwood pregnant and taking care of him wasn't just fun, but hot. It didn't hurt anyone, and since it couldn't functionally happen, no new lives would be made to suffer.

Vash took a deep breath, “I just… In my mind that's the greatest scenario where I can take care of you.” He smiled guiltily, realizing how odd it sounded. “Where I can make sure everything goes the right way.”

“So…” Wolfwood's shoulders relaxed. He reached behind him and retrieved one of the flat pillows from the head of the bed. He wrapped his arms around it. “Pretend then?”

“Oh- oh, yeah.” Nodding quickly, Vash put his hands over his knees. “But I mean-” He didn't want to seem condescending or cruel. “If it happens, I mean- I wouldn't say ‘no’...” It would've meant work, and a great more deal of pain than Vash would've liked… But what was a drop in the bucket when the outcome was virtually impossible anyways?

He was interrupted by a small snort of laughter from Wolfwood. “Easy there, needle-noggin’,” He said gently, smiling. “I get ya. Ya won't have to worry about that really happenin’ but-” He cocked his head to the side and looked at Vash fondly. “Pretendin’ was pretty fun. Wouldn't mind doin’ it again…”

Something stirred in Vash's stomach at those words. He sat up, smiling. “Yeah?”

“Listen, I wouldn’t have said what I said durin’ if I didn't like the idea.” Wolfwood hugged the pillow a little tighter. “Threw me through a fuckin’ loop, sure, but-” Wolfwood shrugged. “I liked it.”

Inching closer to Wolfwood once more, Vash pressed his arm between the pillow and Wolfwood's stomach to hold him. “We could give it another go if you'd-”

“Aw Hell nah, spikey.” Grinning, Wolfwood shoved the pillow playfully into Vash's face. “I'm fuckin’ spent after that.”

A squawk of surprise left Vash as he allowed Wolfwood to push him away. He fell back on his elbows and looked up at Wolfwood as he smiled over the top of the pillow. He didn't mind. If anything, the turn down just gave him more reason to look forward to the next time he and Wolfwood did have sex. And if Wolfwood was fully rested then… things could be even more fun.

“At least let me get you cleaned up.” Vash said, pushing himself up from the bed. “You'll sleep better and wake up better if you're not-”

“Fuckin’ leakin’ ‘cause some horndog came in two seconds at the thought of knockin’ me up?” The smirk Wolfwood had on was enough to make anyone blush. Vash was no exception, but his truthfully lewd words didn't help much either.

“When you put it like that-” Vash began, not having an argument. It was true after all. He had cum much quicker than he normally would've and a lot of it was spurred on by that kink… “But I actually came in two seconds because of my undying love for you.”

Wolfwood snorted and dropped his face into the pillow. “Whatever you say, man.” He said, words muffled.

Feeling a little embarrassed, but still happy, Vash tramped naked to the bathroom. He grabbed two of the remaining wash rags there and wetted them under the sink. He wrung them out and then came back to the main room where Wolfwood was still curled around his pillow. Looking at him then… it really was clear how much more the sex had tired him out. A prideful feeling flashed in Vash's chest at that. At least Wolfwood would sleep hard and sleep well because of it. His body wasn't completely sore and worn because of the cursed serum, but something pleasurable as well.

“Come on now,” Vash coaxed, sitting on the bed next to him. He gave the pillow in Wolfwood’s arms a tug. “As soon as you're clean, you can go to sleep. I promise.”

Groaning softly, Wolfwood allowed Vash to steal the pillow from his grasp. “Fine.” He stretched his arms above his head with a yawn, his shoulders popping and cracking at the simple stretch.

Vash used the first rag to gently dab the wound he had left on Wolfwood’s neck. With one hand holding the rag over the bite on his neck, Vash used the other to carefully turn Wolfwood’s face away. It looked so large, much larger than what was Vash's typical bite radius… He half wondered if his jaw had done something strange to make the bite bigger, or if his teeth had momentarily grown like the fictitious fangs of vampires while they fed.

The bite had stopped bleeding at least, and had even begun to scab. Dark, dried pieces of Wolfwood’s blood held on firmly to where Vash's sharp teeth broke the skin. He tried not to wipe at it too hard, so that he didn't disturb the fresh scabs and they began to bleed again. But Vash still wanted to clean it as much as he properly could.

When Vash began to pull his hand away from the mark on Wolfwood’s neck, Wolfwood stopped him. He put his hand over Vash's, pressing it softly on to the wound. “Y'know… I tend to heal pretty quick.” He glanced over at Vash, his previous cockiness gone. “But I wouldn't mind it if this stayed around a lil longer than normal.”

Vash could feel Wolfwood's pulse in his neck through the rag. He felt it quicken. “I can always do it again.” He quietly offered. “In the same spot, too.”

Wolfwood only hummed quietly and looked away. “Sounds good to me.”

After cleaning a good deal of the mess dripping between Wolfwood’s thighs and that which leaked onto the bed, Vash tossed the rags to the floor. He usually would've been a bit more conscientious and clean up everything properly, but a bit of clutter on the floor could wait until the next day. All Vash wanted to do then was hold Wolfwood as he slept. He gave Wolfwood back his pillow, and watched as he immediately fell onto his side in bed, clutching it to his chest once more.

After taking a second just to appreciate how Wolfwood looked laying there, Vash laid next to him. He slotted his arm between the pillow and Wolfwood's body once more, his hand resting on his stomach. With Wolfwood's back pressed snuggly to his chest, Vash couldn't see his face, but he could see the mark he left on his neck. It had to have been the deepest bite he left on him yet…

“Fuck, I'm tired.” Yawned Wolfwood.

“Then go to bed,” Vash smiled. “I'll be here.”

“I know, I know just…” Wolfwood stayed facing away from Vash. “I appreciate it. You takin’ care of me.”

“I'm happy to do it.”

“I know ya are, but all the same. I mean it.” Turning his head slightly, Wolfwood just managed to catch Vash's eye. “I… liked it.”

Vash knew the smile he had on was a dopey one, but he couldn't help it. He moved for just a moment to be able to kiss the new grey hairs growing at the side of Wolfwood’s head. Vash would always be glad to take care of Wolfwood. He'd do it for as long as he possibly could without faltering. Wolfwood enjoying it just made him feel giddy. He fell back into his original spot and nuzzled his face against the back of Wolfwood’s neck, clutching him tighter.

“Thank you for allowing me to take care of you, Nick.” He said, then much quieter. “I love you.”

Wolfwood moved his head back and sighed quietly, contently. He moved one of his hands under the pillow to place it over Vash's on his stomach. “Love ya, too, Vash.”

Wolfwood was alive, and that's all Vash needed to take care of him. As long as Wolfwood was alive, Vash would be there to take care of him. And even after he left, Vash would not stop loving him.