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Where the city of July used to be, there is now only a huge crater, covered in ashes and rubble. Wolfwood barely managed to get Meryl and himself out of it and while he told her to get away from this place, he stayed behind.
He doesn't know what exactly makes him go back and possibly risk getting crushed by some remnants of the buildings but he walks in determination.
Getting down the steep walls of the pit without stumbling down them was already hard enough and when he reached the bottom, he hesitated. However, somehow Wolfwood felt like there wasn't much to live for at this point so he went on, making his way through the wreckage.
His blonde idiot had to be alive. The man survived over a century of being wanted, he was practically indestructible. Or at least, that's what Wolfwood told himself.
He searched for just a single sign of life and it took hours until he finally found it.
Underneath a pile of bricks and clutter, he heard a faint groan and his steps got faster the closer he got. It ended in a full on sprint and he nearly tumbled right into it. Immediately, he started picking up the loose stones and throwing them behind himself, desperately hoping to soon see a lock of blonde hair between the rocks.
Another brick went flying and indeed, Wolfwood was rewarded with a strand of blond hair. However, to his disappointment, it's the wrong blonde twin he got right there.
"Oh shit..." He breathes and the cigarette snub he was chewing on falls out of his mouth. "Not you..." He adds with a look of disgust when he observes Knives' bare body which is still in the process of fixing itself. The man to his feet returns the glance but doesn't comment on it, seemingly too weak from healing himself.
Suddenly, as he looks at the older plant twin, a wave of anger overcomes Wolfwood. "You..." He repeats threateningly and then, he reaches down to grab Knives by the shoulders and yank him out of the pile. Accompanied by hisses of pain, the blonde lands harshly on the floor and the other man is on top of him within seconds.
"You pathetic excuse of a houseplant... what the fuck have you done!?" Wolfwoods fingers bury themselves in Knives hair, which somehow is a lot longer now, and he pulls his head back so he can face him. "Where is Vash?" He growls as he watches Knives struggle to keep himself on his arms to lessen the strain on his hair.
"Get... lost..." He heaves but Wolfwood only tightens his grip, earning him a wince of distress. "Where. The fuck. Is Vash?" He repeats. "How am I... supposed to know... get off of me... or I'll make you regret... i-it..." Knives' body nearly goes limp from exhaustion and the other man finally lets go of him, letting his head fall to the ground carelessly.
As he gets up, Wolfwood unexpectedly gets an idea how to deal with his frustration.
While he never got the chance to fuck the twin he desired, now would be the perfect chance to get back at the other one for what he has done.
Knives might be having the worst day of his life and Wolfwood decided to make it even worse.
With an evil grin on his face, he lights up a new cigarette and then gets onto his victim. "What... do you think you're... doing... human... " He asks weakly, his voice not even close to being intimidating. "Gonna ruin you..." Is all Wolfwood says as he pulls Knives' legs apart. To his surprise, he is looking directly at a bunch of pink petals, trying to cover up the puffy folds between them.
A sound of panic leaves Knives' mouth. "Don't you dare..." He breathes, trying to use his last bit of strength to squeeze his legs together but to no avail. Wolfwood doesn't hesitate further and unbuckles his belt, then slides his pants and briefs down to his knees to reveal his still soft cock. He wraps a hand around himself and starts working it up and down to get hard.
"YOU DISGRACE! GET OFF!" Knives screams and regrets it immediately because his body slumps down once more, leaving him fully defenseless. Wolfwood doesn't even begin to listen to his complaints and instead, he recalls the image of Vash's body in his mind. Focusing on his memories, he gets his dick up within a minute.
"I'm warning you... don't you fucking dare... you disgusting, filthy creature. I will... tear you apart..." Knives threatens him again but his words fall on deaf ears. The other man simply spits on his fingers and drags them along the flush petals, lubricating them for his cock. Wolfwood then proceeds to line up his dick with the pussy before him.
"No... don't..." Knives demeanor suddenly changes into something rather desperate. One last time, he tries to summon some power to crawl away but Wolfwood is holding him in place firmly. His dick slides into the surprisingly warm embrace, every bit of resistance quickly falters when he buries himself inside the plant fully.
At this point, Knives isn't capable of speaking anymore. He quietly starts sobbing, laying fully limp on the soiled ground as Wolfwood begins to slowly thrust into him. Occasionally, he brings out a faint 'no' or 'please' but his protests fully die down as the other one picks up his pace.
Right now, Wolfwood only has one goal. To make the man before him suffer even more than he already has. To defile not only his outsides but also his very core. He spreads Knives' legs apart wider, plunges into him harder and his cries only make him go faster. All his built up hatred, not only towards the great Millions Knives himself, but also against the Eye of Michael, spurring him on.
In his pent up state, he cums way too soon for the punishment to be over, so he forces himself to keep going. He shoves his seed deeper into Knives, making sure it will reach his womb and stay inside him.
After a final deep thrust, the Punisher pulls out of his still sobbing and crying victim, examining the work he has done.
Knives his laying spread out on the ground, arms brought up to cover his tear stained face and muffle his pitiful sobs. Wolfwood's semen has partially dribbled out of the other mans cunt but he's sure enough has stayed inside him.
While Knives is still shaking and panting, Wolfwood zips up his pants and raises from his sitting position. For a moment, he thought about saying something to Knives, more hateful words, but he decides against it. He's not worth any more attention.
So Wolfwood goes, leaving the one twin to his fate and concluding that he won't see the other one ever again.
Not even a year later, there is a knock on Wolfwood's door. When he opens it, the man with blue hair he hates dearly is standing in front of him.
"You're in trouble."