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When Wolfwood is reborn, he forgets his body isn’t exactly the same as his last. He’s no better than a perfectly reconstructed replica of his old self, born again through the stubborn determination of the world’s most wanted man and all of his sisters. But all Wolfwood can remember is being put into the ground before suddenly being spit out by a plant in nothing but his birthday suit. To say he spiraled about his faux morality from time to time would be an understatement.
Being brought back aside, his life pretty much remained the same. Vash is still wanted but considerably less, meaning they still have to hop from town to town but it’s more often that they’re showered in gifts and encouraged to stay rather than chased down as soon as they’re spotted eating breakfast. Which is a change of pace that both of them are more than happy with. Though it also brought along a few unexpected changes.
Throughout their journeys together, Vash has noticed that Wolfwood is a very resourceful person. He respects what he has and won’t ever let anything go to waste. Food especially.
While mostly known for his bounty the blonde is also known for having eyes way bigger than his stomach. Excited by the prospect of getting to try something good he usually ends up ordering too much, and the rest always gets shoved off to Wolfwood. Who never seemed to mind, the harshest response given being a small grumble under his breath here and there. But it’s not like it ever did anything with them always being on the run and the other being engineered with an inhumanly fast metabolism. If anything it was good to keep his energy levels up.
But now it was the same song, same dance, but with a different body. Vash does it almost out of habit, shoving over his plate after every meal so Wolfwood can polish it off. It didn’t really do much at first but over time they started running less and were celebrated more, leading to the priest putting on a few pounds. But Vash never saw that as a bad thing. Quite the opposite, in fact.
He grew appreciative of the way Wolfwood finally filled out his ill-fitted suit, no longer built like a lean weapon and more like what you’d expect to see when a guy can lug a 400 pound weapon around. Arms ripped in muscle, back sculpted, dehydrated abs replaced with a protective layer of chub around his midriff. It made Vash go a little crazy, his usual degeneracy upped tenfold as he’s practically trying to cop a feel any moment he can. Wolfwood always shoves him off, but he can see the red coloring his cheeks.
But they never really talked about his weight gain. They mutually acknowledged it in silence and moved on, much like how they dealt with all the other problems in their lives. Which would probably be fine if Vash didn’t keep toeing the line.
He’s had more money nowadays leading to more splurges on his favorite things, which often happens to be food. Bigger portions led to desserts led to more snacks and it was all just downhill from there.
Vash feels nothing but selfish guilt every time he whines about being full and shoving things over to Wolfwood, but a small part of him knows that the other was just as stubborn as he and would probably shove it right back into his face if he didn’t want it. So he keeps doing it. And doing it. And by now Vash is starting to realize why gluttony is a sin as Wolfwood pushes past just being chubby and into the realm of shameless indulgence.
He looks thoroughly pampered in all the right ways, but still has powerful muscle underneath it all. He’s not even big enough to be inhibited but he’s definitely looking considerably heavier nowadays. By now it’s getting hard to ignore their ritual and its effects but it’s gone so far Vash doesn’t even know where to start.
He sits down for dinner with Wolfwood one day, bouncing his leg as guilt ails him. He looks through the menu and shame settles deep in his gut as he imagines all the assorted dishes that the priest could easily put away. But the mortification must be plain on his face because he’s called out almost immediately.
“Double dollar for your thoughts?” Wolfwood asks, pinning him with a look. Vash flounders a bit, making a series of hums and ums before pretending to look at the menu more thoughtfully so he can use it to avoid eye contact.
“It’s nothing,” he lies. He can practically hear Wolfwood’s eyes roll.
“You’re shakin' the damn table with how nervous you are.” The priest kicks him underneath the table. “Spill.”
Vash puts the menu down and slumps his head forward with a whine of defeat. “It’s just that.. well..” he mumbles, because telling Wolfwood straight up that he’s extremely turned on by the changes made to his body and that he may have actually been doing all this on purpose will cause the other to get up, leave, and never talk to him ever again.
Vash feels another unsympathetic kick to his ankle and he finally looks up and makes eye contact just to glare. “You aren’t making this any easier, y’know!! It’s just that I.. I dunno, I don’t think we can keep doing this,” Vash blurts. Wolfwood looks thoroughly confused.
“You’re gonna have to be more specific than that, Spikey,” he says with a brow raised. All Vash wants to do is slink down in his chair and hide. He tries to steel himself with an intake of breath.
“Don't act like you don’t know what I’m getting at. This whole.. you eating the rest of my food thing. I’m just wasting money, I feel bad. You don’t have to keep doing things you don’t want just to make me feel better.” Vash is back to staring at the table again, fists balled in his lap.
And never being one to sugarcoat things, Wolfwood says “is it because I started gaining weight?”
Terrified that he might have hurt the other’s feelings, Vash shoots up in his chair. “What? No!! You look completely fine! It’s just that..” he stammers again, unsure of the point he wants to make.
“That..?” Wolfwood pressures.
“That!!” Vash stubbornly declares, beet red. “Whatever. Just- forget I said anything,” he picks the menu back up to hide his expression. He can hear Wolfwood let out a frustrated sigh from across the table.
“Christ almighty- this ain’t exactly a conversation we can put a lid on and you know that. I mean, I expected to put on a few pounds now that I’m not slammin back magic juice every hour, so ya don’t need to get your panties in a twist about the whole thing,” he says.
Vash groans, leaning back in his chair and dragging his hands over his face. “But that’s not my poooint! I’m the reason you started gaining weight. I kept making you eat after you were already full and that’s a horrible thing to do and I’m saying that I won’t do it again and that I’m sorry,” he says, frowning at the ceiling as guilt washes over him yet again.
Wolfwood groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can’t fuckin' believe you sometimes.. it's not your fault that I put on weight. Sure, I wouldn’t say what you’re doing is really helping, but being the only cause? Bullshit,” he reasons. Vash looks at him with doubt.
“See you even admitted it. If I wasn’t making you do this like some sort of weirdo you wouldn't-“
“You weren’t ‘makin’ me do shit!! All I did was finish what you started cause you think you can eat four servings of fried rice like it’s nothing-“
“But I was hungryyyy!”
They go back and forth like this for a while, only stopping since they were interrupted by their waitress shyly asking if they were ready to order. The men share a look before Vash sheepishly asks if he can have more time to look at the menu. The server nods and flees to go check up on another table. Wolfwood sighs.
“Let’s just stop arguing about it. If you’re gonna act like a child maybe we should just put this off till-“
“Do you like it?” Vash suddenly blurts, face a shade of colour that rivals his signature coat. Wolfwood blinks.
“Do I like it?” He questions. Vash sounds like a balloon leaking air.
“Y’know. Finishing my food,” he squeaks out. “And the weight,” he says even quieter. He’s sweating, whole body trembling with shame that he’s even asking these things right now. It doesn’t help that Wolfwood’s conflicted gaze hasn’t left him since.
The priest clears his throat, eyes finally wandering somewhere other than Vash’s face. “Uh.. I don’t hate it. But I also don’t wanna go too far with it. I was just gonna do what we’ve been doin' and not, um, say anything,” he admits, cheeks finally colouring with embarrassment. Vash gasps.
“So you do think it’s my fault!”
“Oh my God that wasn’t MY POINT,” Wolfwood growls, and the blonde shuts up. “All I’m sayin' is that I was never opposed. I just think it’s kinda nice,” he shrugs. “Been goin' my whole life in a body that was never really mine. Any injuries looked like they never happened at all, so seeing a change for once makes me kinda glad? I dunno. It sounds stupid,” he frowns to himself.
Vash flings an arm out to grab Wolfwood’s hand, taking the man by surprise. “That’s not stupid at all!” he declares with that emotional look he always gets in his eye after hearing a touching story. The priest now wears an exasperated expression but doesn’t pull his hand away.
Vash completely understands where Wolfwood is coming from for once. He himself is 150 years and has looked the same since age 20, the only thing changing about his body are the scars blemishing his skin. “I feel the same way,” he reassures, but realizing how that sounds and suddenly scrambling to correct himself. “About the body thing! Like how it looks the same no matter what!! Not how you’re…” what he was saying dies in his throat as he can’t figure out what else to say. Because he very much does like the way Wolfwood has been looking lately. Thankfully, the man snorts.
“Yeah, yeah, I get ya. Although don’t act like you’re so innocent. You’ve been awfully touchy lately,” Wolfwood huffs, finally taking his hand away from Vash and turning his face away like he was personally offended by him.
The blonde smacks his forehead on the table with an embarrassed groan. “I can’t help it! I’m sorry! Now we should really get to ordering before we’re kicked out for being weird,” he bemoans. Wolfwood scoffs.
“You’re always kicked out for bein' weird. But you’re right, I’m starving,” he says, picking up the menu to actually look at it. Vash almost groans again.
‘Starving.’ Yeah, right. He bets the other is just doing it on purpose now that the pact of silence has been broken and he can get made fun of his.. interests. It’s just like the foot thing but worse.
He lifts his head up so he can actually get to deciding what he wants, but he can barely keep his brain on track as all the dirty thoughts from earlier come flooding back. Before he knows it the waiter is back and he’s just pointing to a few things before she leaves with a nod. Wolfwood raises a brow.
“You sure you gonna eat all that, Spikey?” He asks. Vash shoots him a look.
“There was too much I wanted so I just picked what I was stuck between,” he claims. Wolfwood only hums.
Vash continues to stew in awkward silence until their food is placed in front of them, and if anything that just makes him feel more embarrassed. There are at least three plates sitting in front of him while Wolfwood only has one. He sighs, being the first to dig in by taking a bite of his rice. It’s of course good, Vash’s spirits lifting slightly as he eats his meal. He wants to act like he didn’t get all this on purpose so he eats a little bit of everything, looking rather content all the while. Though he’s pushing his plates over to Wolfwood earlier than he normally would, looking away innocently.
“Sorry, I kinda want to try some dessert after this,” he explains, having the audacity to look sheepish. The priest doesn’t buy it one bit but doesn’t put up much of a fight aside from a huff.
Vash watches as the other stubbornly begins to finish the rest of his food no matter how full he gets, though he notices how he starts to uncomfortably fiddle with the button of his pants toward the end. When he takes the last bite he glares at Vash, putting the fork down and gesturing to the empty plates with a sweeping gesture. “Ya happy now?” Wolfwood asks, wiggling his chair back a little to accommodate for the extra bit of room he now takes up due to his bloat. The look Vash gives him is downright dirty.
“Mm, well, not until we’ve had dessert!” He chirps, flagging the waiter down without an ounce of remorse for his poor partner. He doesn’t order too much but it’s still enough for Wolfwood to debate throwing in the towel now in case he gets any ideas. Thankfully, when the dessert arrives Vash scarfs pretty much all of it down himself due to the insatiable sweet tooth of his. Though one slice of chocolate cake remains in front of him, untouched. He looks at Wolfwood with a glint in his eye, stabbing a good bit of it with his fork and holding it out for the other to try.
The priest looks mortified. “I’m not lettin' ya feed me like we’re some sappy couple in public,” he grits. “Besides, m’way to full for any of that shit. I don’t even like desserts,” he says. Vash pouts, waving it around enticingly.
“C'monnn! Just one bite!” He pleads, trying his best to give the other puppydog eyes. Wolfwood continues to grimace before eventually conceding.
“Fine. One bite,” he says, leaning forward and taking the fork in his mouth. But one bite turns into two, then three, and by then it’s a lost cause because Vash ends up feeding him until the last bite is scooped up by the fork. Wolfwood almost whines, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“You’re almost done, you can’t just give up now,” Vash goads him on, and the other prepares himself with an intake of breath before finishing it off. The blonde beams, standing up from his chair after slapping a good bit of double dollars down for the bill plus tip. “Good boy!” He purrs. Wolfwood shoots him a lethal glare, but its intensity is lost as he struggles to get up. It gives Vash a bit of a thrill and by then he’s practically dragging the other to their hotel room.
Once inside his hands are all over Wolfwood who groans, resting his arms on the other’s shoulders. “Touch all ya want but just unbutton my pants first,” he wheezes, and Vash’s hands imminently fly to the zipper. He struggles a bit trying to get the button undone but once it’s out he doesn’t even have to unzip the man’s pants. It goes down on its own when the weight of his overstuffed gut brings it down. Wolfwood lets out a strained curse as the other just stares in horny shock.
“Oh my god,” is all Vash can squeak out, hands immediately roaming around the underside of his belly. “You’re so….” the word dies in his throat, knowing that people don’t really appreciate getting called fat. “Hot,” he says instead, because that point very much still stands.
“Shut up,” Wolfwood hisses, pressing his lips against Vash’s to make sure he closes that smart mouth of his. The blonde of course doesn't voice a single complaint, happily licking up the faint taste of chocolate on Wolfwood’s tongue. Vash tries to herd him closer to the bed as the distracting slide of their mouths makes him grow heady, clambering onto the priest's lap as soon as his ass hits the mattress.
Wolfwood lets out an involuntary sound when Vash heavily leans into him. He pulls away from his lips so suddenly that a string of saliva obscenely snaps between them. “Fuck- don’t do that. Too full.” He tries to lean back so Vash isn’t putting so much pressure on his stomach.
The blonde pouts, taking a palm and experimentally pressing it into the flabby squish of Wolfwood’s middle. It doesn’t give as easily as usual, probably because he was stuffed to the brim. The action causes the man to mewl and he makes a weak attempt at shoving Vash off.
The blonde grins impishly but leaves him be, getting up so he can start stripping out of his ridiculous leather getup. No matter how many times they’ve fooled around there’s nothing really sexy about wrestling out of leather boots and a coat so long Vash tends to trip on it every time, so they mutually take the time to wrestle out of their own clothes without trying to make a show of it. Though catching Wolfwood strip out of the corner of his eye, a horrible part of Vash wishes that there was more of a struggle. He still wears his usual getup but a few sizes up though the blonde can imagine a time where they have to forego buttons entirely.
He shivers at the thought, shoving Wolfwood back toward the bed now that they were both nude. “Scoot,” he tells him, patting a plump thigh. He ignores the way it moves like jello beneath his touch.
The priest sighs but does as he’s told and begins moving back toward the headboard so Vash can crawl onto the bed as well. It definitely looks harder than it was in the past, Wolfwood appearing slightly out of breath when his back reaches the pillows. “I have a feelin' that you ain’t even gonna let me touch the reins tonight,” he says, though it’s more teasing than anything. Vash pauses on his hands and knees.
“Do you want to?” he asks, no strings attached. Wolfwood makes a noise.
“Eh, we can play it by ear.” He shrugs. Vash smiles, continuing his pursuit until they’re only a breath’s width away.
“Good.” He kisses him with the intention of picking up where they left off and it doesn’t take long for them both to get all worked up again. Panting, Vash disconnects their lips once more. “Sit on my face,” he blurts in the heat of the moment. Wolfwood’s eyes widen in surprise, expression looking almost scandalized.
“What?” He blinks owlishly. Vash squirms a bit, realizing he got too ahead of himself but he doesn’t think he’s wanted anything more in his entire life.
“Pleeeeasee, just once! For at least.. I dunno, thirty seconds!” He begs, nuzzling against Wolfwood like a cat trying to get attention. “I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever you want, just please-“
“Jesus fucking Christ, have you lost your damn mind? I’m probably gonna crush you or somethin! I doubt it’d be any good,” the priest grits out, red faced and embarrassed. Vash whines, high and needy.
“I don’t care! I’ll be fine, it’s not like I’m made of glass! So pretty please with a cherry on top~” he tries to entice him with a slow rut against his hip. It was meant to be seductive but he’s so wet that the slide makes him let out a pathetic whimper. He then notices he’s bigger than he usually is, the petals that usually take time to unfurl instead twining prematurely so his engorged dick is poking into Wolfwood’s thigh. He tries not to think about the implications of that.
Wolfwood wages a war that probably lasted three days and three nights within his mind before looking away when he gives Vash an answer. “Fine. But if at any point it’s too much ya better gimmie a sign or just buck me off like an angry Thomas. I won’t be mad,” he says. Vash gives him a look so appreciative he might as well be saying ‘I do’ on their wedding day.
The blonde flips on his back so quickly Wolfwood wonders if he got whiplash. Vash hyper extends his neck to look back at his partner with a self-satisfied smile, wiggling his eyebrows seductively.
“C’mon then, big boy,” he purrs, making a shameless groping motion with his hands. Wolfwood rolls his eyes.
“You’re such a damn pervert,” he says, sitting with his legs folded underneath him beside Vash. He looks unsure of himself as he moves to carefully straddle Vash, looking down at him shyly once he’s hovering over his chest with his legs bracketing the man’s head.
Vash can’t really get a good look from this angle, a large roll of fat spilling from Wolfwood’s tummy blocking most of the interesting bits from view. He snakes a hand around to push it upward which causes the other’s breath to catch in his throat, head turning to the side.
Now he can see how aroused Wolfwood really is, his chubby little dick poking out from the fat mound that is his pussy. He’s so wet that it glistens in the low room light. Wires must cross in Vash’s brain because he doesn’t think that he’s seen anything cuter in his entire life.
“Wolfwood,” he tries to coax, letting his hands rest on his hips for now. “If you’re really that nervous then we don’t have to do this.”
Wolfwood turns more toward him just to glare. “I ain’t nervous! If I didn’t want to do this shit then I wouldn't have dragged my fatass over here,” he claims, starting to scoot closer to Vash’s face out of pure spite. “I’m only lookin' out for you, cause I know you’re so damn depraved you’d probably die a happy man between these thighs.” He stops so close to the blonde it’s almost a tease. Vash whines, trying to scrape together a defense as his brain gets turned to horny mush.
“Mmh.. kinda hypocritical, don’t you think? With how much you suck me off I have a feeling you’re no different than-“ he tries to snark, but Wolfwood finally, finally, lowers himself over Vash’s face just to shut him up.
All thought goes out the window for both parties, Wolfwood making a noise Vash hasn’t even heard before as he begins to lick and suck like a man starved.
It’s harder to breathe than anticipated, though plants tend to have a lower respiration rate than humans so it’s not the end of the world. He teases the man’s dick before giving it some proper attention, pushing with a hand to try and stretch some skin out so he has easier access. But Wolfwood smacks his hand away to replace it with his own and starts to grind in small circles.
Vash hums happily, sucking his better exposed dick and earning another low moan. He doesn’t expect the man to last much given how aroused he already was, though Wolfwood is prone to stubbornly dragging things out as to not appear so easy. Too bad it only makes Vash want to ruin him more.
Vash starts to work him up with a little more gusto, whining when Wolfwood starts to give in and put more of his weight onto him. He rests his hands on the shelf of the man’s ass before roaming around his body, trying to map out all the new swells and folds of fat the priest has accumulated over these past months. Vash can’t help but moan which causes Wolfwood to groan, hips stuttering as he gets closer to the edge.
It only takes a few more swirls of the tongue and the man is spilling all over Vash’s face, the blonde bucking his hips once or twice but not stimulated enough to finish himself. As much as he wants to work the other into a moaning mess it’s getting rather hard to catch his breath so he quickly starts smacking Wolfwood’s thigh to signal him to get off. He hears a muffled curse and the weight is suddenly lifted, so Vash sits up and starts gasping like he’s taking his first few breaths of life. Even though the other didn’t taste particularly good due to that persistent smoking habit of his, he still licks his lips of any residual cum like a good boy. He hears the bed creak in protest when Wolfwood plops back down next to him, eyes immediately glancing over.
“Jesus. Was I really that heavy?” Wolfwood asks when he sees how out of breath Vash was, a little self conscious. The blonde furiously shakes his head and has to stop himself from saying not enough. Even the mere thought of the other getting bigger has him getting worked up even more.
The priest must notice, eyes trailing down to the growing problem between Vash’s legs. He’s usually at his full length after an orgasm or two but even then the petals lining his cunt need a little coaxing to stiffen in shape. But any of that didn’t seem to be needed at all, his weird plant cock so hard it’s dripping fluid from the top in some imitation of precum.
Vash yelps, trying to cover himself like a scandalized maiden. Wolfwood can’t help but smirk a little.
“Well, well, well, Spikes. At first I just thought you just liked how my ass and tits got bigger, but now..” he moves closer and Vash quickly turns his back to him, blushing red all the way up to his ears. “I realize ya actually have a weird little fetish. I just wanted to give ya the benefit of the doubt cause we’ve been doin the whole food thing since before, but to think ya secretly got off on that?” He presses his stomach against his back, and Vash knows it’s on purpose. “You’re a dirty man, Vash the Stampede.”
The blonde turns around with a hard frown, ignoring the way his dick brushes up against the other. “Shut up,” he squeaks, feeling called out. Wolfwood continues to smile at him like the devil, not an ounce of mercy within those dark eyes of his.
“Aw, c’mon now tough guy! What is it? Just the weight, or the act of fattening me up?” He asks, and Vash wants nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die.
“I like… watching you…. gain weight……” he mumbles, squirming nervously and not looking Wolfwood in the eye. He doesn’t know why he’s entertaining this. He feels hot all over, his horrible secret now out in the open and instead of being rightfully disgusted Wolfwood is playing into it. It really is just the foot thing all over again.
The priest hums as if he’s taking notes. “Both, then,” he concludes. Vash glares, but suddenly remembers their little conversation from earlier and decides to play whatever game the other is trying to play.
“Interesting things coming from the guy that said he wouldn’t actually tell me to stop overfeeding him,” he points out, giving Wolfwood a little accusatory poke in the stomach. The man winces a little, trying to swat Vash away.
“Oh, zip it. I ain't indulging you and your weird wet dreams,” he huffs, but Vash only fixes him with a flat look.
Confident that he can now turn the embarrassment onto Wolfwood, he tries to move his leg over the other to try and roll him onto his back. “If that were true you would’ve told me to stop ordering so much food ages ago.” Vash rolls his eyes, straddling Wolfwood’s thighs once he’s pushed to his back. “You can be real brash when you want to be.” He scoots forward, dick pressed up against the man’s stomach.
Wolfwood flounders, grasping for a reasonable defense. “It was just out of habit! We did it before, so why is it any different now?” He challenges.
“Well,” Vash starts, hands patting the other’s dome of a stomach before moving one down to grab a bit of blubber by his hip. He uses his other hand to put up a finger. “You never said anything when you started *really* gaining weight, for one. The first few months don’t count as you said it yourself that it was expected,” he sticks up another finger. “For two, you’ve been letting me stuff you fatter than a Christmas Thomas as of late. And three!” He waves his hand holding up the number in Wolfwood’s face. “You even said yourself that you weren’t planning on telling me to stop anytime soon, meaning you were more than happy eating yourself bigger and bigger. So who’s wet dream really is it?” He leans forward with a smirk, relishing in the fact that the other’s still bloated enough to let out a noise of discomfort.
Wolfwood tries to look angry at him, but Vash has never seen an expression so debauched. “It’s only cause ya conditioned me like some sort of dog,” he weakly defends. “Ever noticed how the only times you were adamant on bein the one in charge was after a big meal?”
Vash.. hadn’t actually realized he did that. It’s honestly a little embarrassing how apparent his feelings were since the start. He laughs nervously. “Uh. Whoops? But that’s not important! All that I’m trying to say is I like it, you like it, please let me stick my wiener in you.”
Wolfwood snorts, all past shyness gone in an instant. It’s a miracle the mood wasn’t killed. “You’re such a damn freak,” he says despite spreading his legs a little when Vash gives him the space to do so.
The blonde happily settles between the open space, hooking his arms under Wolfwood's thighs and dragging him closer so the tip of his dick was brushing against the other’s entrance. The priest’s eyes widen.
“Jesus. Were you always that big?” He asks, looking almost nervous. Vash shrugs. He guesses he is a little pent up.. though he’s thicker around the base where some of the petals begin to swell a little with blood flow, giving his cock an extra inch than usual.
“Why, scared you can’t take it?” He purrs, and that gets Wolfwood to fix him with a determined look.
“What, do ya think I’m made of glass? I’ll be fine! Not like I’m goin in cold,” he scoffs, attitude doing a complete 180 now that his ego was in danger.
Vash is already leaking enough slick for the both of them, so he more than happily obliges with the priest’s request. “Okay!” He chirps, plunging in without warning.
Wolfwood gasps, head immediately thrown back as he regrets getting cocky. Vash would tease him about it if his brain hadn’t melted out of his ears at the feeling of the other clenching around him.
The blonde slowly pulls out and pushes back in again to get used to the feeling, Wolfwood’s belly fat jostling with the movement. The man can’t help but whimper, double chin apparent he looks down at himself and tries to hold everything still out of embarrassment.
Vash almost busts immediately at the sight beneath him. He closes his eyes, lips slightly parted as he tries to focus on lasting for more than 30 seconds when he starts to set a decent pace. “Nicholas, D, Wolfwood,” he gasps out, each part of his name punctuated with the snap of his hips. “You’re so cute. So so cute. Stop being cute,” he already begins to babble.
“M’not- cute-“ Wolfwood grumbles, trying his best to meet Vash’s thrusts. It’s not doing much, but Vash is glad that his inhuman strength comes in handy for times like these.
They never really had an issue with creaking beds unless they were especially shitty but recently they seem to groan for mercy even if Wolfwood merely rolls over in his sleep. Now is no exception, the sound so loud Vash is a little worried for its structural integrity.
“You think- ah- we could break the bed?” Vash asks.
“If we tried hard ‘nuff,” Wolfwood gruffly answers.
Vash opens his eyes a sliver to glance down at the other again. Wolfwood’s eyes are now shut, those permanently furrowed brows of him finally relaxed in pleasure. He can see a sharp breath puff out of his nose every now and again in an attempt at keeping quiet. The humanoid typhoon strives to change that however, changing his grip so he can angle his thrusts up a little sharper.
That’s where the jackpot is, Wolfwood’s brows scrunching and hands no longer trying to cradle his stomach as he instead grips at the sheets beneath him. A breathy moan finally slips past his lips. Vash can’t help the self-satisfied grin crossing his face.
“I bet we could if I kept fattening you up,” Vash continues coyly. “Stuffing you until you were so overfed that just sitting down would be enough for it to give out on you.” His thrusts grow faster as his mind fills with scenario after scenario, letting out a low moan himself.
Vash watches Wolfwood visibly shudder, his dick throbbing against him in interest.
“Mmhn, fuck- don’t get too ahead of yourself,” the priest tells him, back arching and eyes almost rolling back when Vash starts to hammer into him.
“Sorryyy,” the blonde slurs out an apology for no particular reason. He can feel his orgasm rapidly approaching, his own hole clenching around nothing as he feels the tingling heat begin to build in his abdomen. “Close,” is all he says in a high whine.
“Same,” Wolfwood grunts, clenching around him. Though Vash sees the corner of his mouth briefly twitch up in a smile, so fast he almost didn’t think it was real. “God, I bet you’re gonna make me so fat I won’t even be able to walk.”
That’s all that needs to be said, and Vash is spilling inside of Wolfwood with a garbled cry of his name. The priest would be laughing if he hadn’t cum as well, a string of crescendoing curses tumbling from his mouth as he reaches his peak.
They both lay there for a bit, Vash slumped atop of Wolfwood as they caught their breaths. He slips out of him with a lewd shlck, scooting upward so he can cuddle up to Wolfwood easier. The priest lets out an airy chuckle.
“I can’t believe that shit actually worked. You really are a goddamn degenerate,” he says between heaving breaths. Vash makes a childish noise, burying his face into the crook of Wolfwood’s neck.
“Shut uupppp,” he wails. Though he pauses, peeking up at Wolfwood. The priest flushes.
“No, that shit ain’t happenin! Get your damn head out of the gutter!!” He growls, weakly cuffing Vash at the back of the head.
Now it’s the blonde’s turn to laugh, returning to his goal of snuggling so closely to Wolfwood someone wouldn’t know where one started and the other began. There’s a happy rumble kickstarting in his chest as he rubs his cheek against the priest’s shoulder. “You’re no fun,” is all he says.
Wolfwood rolls his eyes but at least he doesn’t hit him again.
They continue to lay tangled together despite Vash knowing they need to shower, if the other poking him in the side means anything, but he doesn’t move to get up. Because his pleasures are all at his disposal for once and he wants them now, not later. That’s the funny thing about indulgence.
Something he’s never granted himself before is all he ever does now. It’s even tangible in the form of a crass, hot-headed priest that does funny things to his heart. And if anything, the other’s growing rotundness is just proof of that.
He’s gone soft, physically and metaphorically. Sharp edges rounded out by the hand of love Vash finally let himself use, unrestrictedly, unconditionally, utterly head over heels. Like Wolfwood was never a weapon and just a thing for him to cup in his hands and keep safe and fed and warm forever.
The man in question looks at him, blinks his big dark doe-eyes and deadpans: “are you getting poetic after sex again?”
“What? No,” Vash lies. Wolfwood smiles at him in amusement. The real one that makes the blonde ache with I love you I love you I love you I love you-
“You’re doin’ it again. Quit that.”
Vash pouts at him. “I offer you my heart and you stomp on it,” he sniffs. Wolfwood rolls his eyes and reaches his arm out to switch off the bedside lamp.
“I’m bein realistic, sweet cheeks,” he claims as he rolls over to face Vash. “Now quit goin off in la la land and go to sleep. I can only handle so much of you gettin all sappy on me.”
Vash sighs, stretching out with a small groan before settling curled up next to Wolfwood again. “Fine,” he huffs, nuzzling into his chest.
The other must’ve been tired, breath evening out faster than Vash has ever seen in his time beside him. It’s that word again, cute, and he acts on it by petting his hand up and down the other’s chubby flank before nestling ever closer.
At least there’s always tomorrow. The only thing he used God for, his tomorrows with Wolfwood. He smiles to himself, limbs slowly growing heavy with sleep. Yes. Tomorrow will do. And the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that. Because the idea of gluttony, taking, having, is a sin he is no longer impartial to.