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The tension between the two of them was almost suffocating. It got to a point where it was even unbearable for Meryl, the resident optimist. Frustrated with their bickering, they were booted from their camp and told to not come back until they had it together. Naturally, Nicholas shuffled to the saloon in the nearby town. At least then he could get a good few drinks in while he waited for Meryl to pass out. Vash, on the other hand, seemed more pouty and broken up about it all. Nicholas sighed in slight annoyance and nudged Vash, offering him a drink.
“She won’t stay mad for long. Here, blondie, take a few drinks. Maybe it’ll make you relax and not be so jumpy.”
Vash regarded him with a smile and took the drink, swallowing it in one go before scrunching up his face. “Eugh. That’s rough.”
Nicholas chuckled. “Think so? Guess I can’t taste it the same as you.” he muttered as he gestured for a couple more drinks from the bartender. He lit up another cigarette and took a good drag from it as he tried to wind down. “So–you want to tell me what’s got you so riled up anyway?”
For a guy usually so chipper and full of energy, Vash was uncharacteristically quiet when Nicholas asked the question. He knew he could not avoid the issue forever, despite how embarrassing it may be. “It’s uh…a plant thing. I don’t really understand it, but–certain times of the year I feel different.”
A beat of silence and Nicholas took another drag of his cigarette. “How so?” Heat rose to the tips of Vash’s ears, indicating everything Nicholas needed to know then and there. “Oh so like a ‘season’. I get it.”
The two of them had been casually fooling around for a good portion of their time together, so Nicholas was more blunt when it came to the topic of sex. However, they had not gone beyond Nicholas using his fingers and mouth on Vash. It made Vash a little conscious about how he was the one receiving and never really giving back to Nicholas. He was inexperienced in that regard, but was willing to try. By this point, Nicholas at least knew about the kind of equipment Vash had, but not exactly everything he could do.
Wetting his dry lips, Vash broke the silence. “I’ve been having more intense urges lately because of it. It got me thinking about how you’re the one always giving and I haven’t been able to do the same. I want to try that with you.”
Nicholas smirked slightly. “Blondie, all you gotta do is ask. Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
“I–well…” Vash sputtered. “I haven’t really given anything to anyone before, so I was afraid I wouldn’t be as good.”
“You’ll learn as you go.” Nicholas assured him and gently rubbed his thigh. “Besides, if you’re with a partner who’s not afraid to speak up, you’ll know if you’re doing something right or not.” He put his cigarette out on the ashtray before them and then took a swig of his drink, giving himself that bit more of liquid courage. “Come on, they’re probably dead asleep by now and we can slip into the tent. If you still want to try, be my guest. I won’t be offended if you back out.” He gave Vash a firm pat on the shoulder and sauntered past him.
Vash practically stumbled his way off of the barstool to follow after him.
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Between feverish kisses and heated breaths, it hardly took long for the two of them to get each other undressed. Vash seemed a bit more wild than usual, but Nicholas was not about to complain about it. The undertaker was pushed onto his back against the bedroll while Vash took to biting and nipping along his neck and collar with more desperate fervor.
“Easy, Tongari, I’m not going anywhere.” Nicholas ran calloused hands along Vash’s upper arms, fingertips tracing the deep scars in his body.
“Can’t help it, you smell so good.” Vash’s sharpened canines dragged against Nicholas’ collar until he reached his pecs to suck and bite more marks into his skin. He might have to button up his shirt a bit more after tonight if he cared enough.
Nicholas moved those hands to gently thread through Vash’s hair, stroking the strands lightly as if silently reminding him he was doing a good job. “Keep going, like I said, I can handle it.”
Those bright blue eyes glanced up at Nicholas, verifying his expression. In that instant, faint, white lines began to glow from his body. They wrapped around every inch of his body, decorating him. It was easy to ignore the horrific scars on his body and focus on the beauty of his plant markings. Slowly those kisses moved lower and lower, kissing down his stomach, nestling against his happy trail, before finally reaching Nicholas’ dripping cunt. A cool, metallic finger slid between the folds, teasing him and drawing out a low gasp from Nicholas.
Vash wet his lips at the sight and Nicholas could see the plant markings even extending to his tongue. There was a beat of silence between them, dark eyes locked into bright blue hues before Vash bowed his head and hovered his mouth over Nicholas’ pussy. The feeling of his warm breath ghosting over his cunt made Nicholas tremble and curse under his breath. Fingers tightened into blonde locks, but Nicholas tried his best to not shove his face down and grind. Vash took that as a good thing and darted out his tongue. What Nicholas did not expect was for it to lengthen and curl around his clit, teasing him that much more. It drew a longer, more visceral noise from the undertaker. It encouraged him to keep going, to let his prehensile tongue wrap around his clit, stroking the sensitive tip while he glanced up to see every expression Nicholas made, committing every single one to memory.
“Nngh...keep that up, tongari, and I’m not gonna last much longer.” Nicholas warned him, grabbing onto his hair with one hand while the other clasped at the bedroll beneath him.
Vash hardly needed any more convincing and let his tongue continue to lap at Nicholas’ pussy. More and more sweet moans escaped him, even more so when Vash withdrew that wicked tongue to plunge inside of Nicholas’ entrance. Dark eyes rolled back as a louder moan was ripped from him before a deep flush came over him. Fuck, what if Roberto or Meryl could hear? Fuck it. With caution thrown to the wind, Nicholas chose to not think about it any further. All Nicholas could focus on was how amazing Vash’s plant-like tongue moved and squirmed in and out of him. His breaths came out faster the closer Vash pulled him to the edge and that familiar curl of heat pooled in his belly. His body tensed and the hand in Vash’s hair gripped tightly as a powerful orgasm rippled out of Nicholas, making his walls flutter around Vash’s tongue and his own essence soak Vash’s face. His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath, falling limp onto the bedroll while Vash had licked him clean and got back to his knees.
Nicholas was hardly paying attention to what Vash was doing until suddenly he was folded in half, ass up in a mating press with his knees nearly at his chest. He gasped in surprise and studied Vash, noting how much more desperate his poor partner looked now. Poor guy was holding back. His gaze went down his body and saw a new feature of Vash’s plant-like genitalia. His sex already resembled petals, but what was his clit was now a solid and imposing length. That was different, but not unwelcome.
“Heh, wanna fuck me, blondie? Go right ahead.” Nicholas consented, hanging onto that usual rugged veneer of his.
There were no words spoken but desperate grunts coming from the blonde gunman. His cock slid against Nicholas’ wet folds before he relentlessly made his way inside inch by goddamn inch. The size was not something Nicholas expected, but fuck did the stretch feel good. More and more, he took Vash all the way to the hilt. Once he was good and full, Vash wasted no time in rocking into him, desperate for that friction. No words left Vash, just a flurry of desperate moans and whimpers while his hips moved erratically. There was a clear need in his eyes, evident that this weird plant heat was really making his head spin. Nicholas was only glad to help where he could. With his legs up over Vash’s shoulders, he had no room to do much of anything with his hands except for hold onto whatever he could reach. One hand managed to settle on Vash’s thigh, squeezing it tight enough that nails bit into the skin.
Faster and faster Vash moved into Nicholas, chasing his own desperate lust. He began mumbling under his breath. Nicholas couldn’t quite make it out, but it sounded vaguely like he was saying “breed”. He had to admit, it was kind of hot. Vash held him down in that mating press while he moved harder and faster into him. Both men were panting and moaning louder until they both were teetering on the edge of orgasm. Nicholas, sensitive from having cum earlier off of Vash’s tongue, was first to achieve release. He moaned breathlessly as Vash soon followed his orgasm and emptied everything he had into him.
For a while, they laid naked and entangled in each other’s long limbs, just enjoying the feel of the other’s body. Nicholas, at some point, picked up his cigarettes and lit one up for a quick drag.
“Well that was a new one, tongari.” he commented with a sly smirk.
Vash’s cheeks burned. Those plant markings dissipated after he came down from that wave of heat–or rut. He was not quite sure what to call it. “I’m sorry, I should have warned you.”
“I’m not complaining about it. In fact–I wouldn’t mind if we did it again sometime.”
That made the blonde perk up. “You really mean that?”
Nicholas breathed out a puff of smoke and moved the cigarette from his mouth so that he could kiss Vash softly. “Course I do. Any time, angel.”
Now all they had to worry about is if Meryl would yell at them for all the noise in the morning. Another problem for another time.