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Vash is going to blow a fucking gasket. He came here to meet with Livio and Razlo to catch up. Just a brief visit. Something he split off from Meryl and Milly to do. They’d asked for Vash to come alone, and while the girls had been a bit worried, they’d decided that going into a city to enjoy some of the luxuries they’ve begun to afford residents and visitors alike again.

Now Vash knows why he was singled out. Bullying his way into the shack in the middle of nowhere is easy when Livio shuffles aside, guilty.

Good. He should be. Razlo, too. For lying to Vash for so long. For lying to him about this .

With all the grief and rage of the past few months since he kept this world from ending, Vash shoves Millions Knives up against the wall. There’s a smudge of rot in the corner, implying there was a corpse there, once. Vash has half a mind to replace it with two more. Three—

“Vash,” Knives wheezes through the metal arm Vash is jamming into his windpipe.

He looks so scared. Like Vash is something out of his nightmares. Vash can smell it on him, through the rest of it.

It’s all wrong. Nai being scared of him, Nai with long, dark hair, Nai reeking of a human. Vash’s dead twin shouldn’t be here with his own dead lover’s best friends, fragile and mortal.

There’s the scuff of boots by the door. Knives’ eyes, pretty as the jewels the Earth Federation has brought to “stimulate the economy”, flick to his dalliance .

“Stay,” Vash jerks his head around with a pop, too far for a human, but not breaking it, “you stay and watch . So help me God I’ll kill all of us.”

He’s serious as Wolfwood’s grave. Livio and Razlo twitch a couple times, arguing, and then they prop the chair he doesn’t remember knocking over back upright, against the wall, and sit.

They all know Livio and Razlo could end Vash and Knives both in one fell swoop.

Vash wants to test what they’ll let him order them to do.

“Get back up,” he lets Nai drag down the wall, gasping for air, twitching, “and get that mirror in the corner over there.”

He points to the blank wall at the head of the bed. Livio gets up, goes to the far, death-stained corner, and gets the mirror. Vash watches them watch him as they wedge the mirror between the bed and the wall, dingy and blurry. It’ll do the job, though.

“Can we sit now , Master?” Razlo’s baritone rumbles out from between bared teeth.

Vash sneers back at him, happy to play with three people at the same time. It would hardly be the first time he’s done it, or the most people, “yes, thank you, Pet .”

Razlo stops short, his grin faltering and left hand clenching. He meets Vash’s eye, and then looks down and away, swallowing thickly. Black eyebrows tick up, challenging the man who says he’s the strongest. He looks like he wasn’t expecting Vash to catch onto his hook and toss back his own, but not as though he or Livio are necessarily upset about it.

Razlo unclenches his fist, and Livio sits them back down, the chair creaking terribly under their hulking frame. It sounds even worse when they shift a bit, placing their hands in their lap, flushing under silvery bangs.

Maybe Vash should test the bed, make sure it won’t break. If the chair and stains are any indication, it could be worn out. He doesn’t want to have Nai choke on his own tongue if the frame collapses under them.

Nai, ignored but not forgotten, whines when Vash grips the back of his neck, rough. Driving him down into a half-bent bow, he swings his metal arm, flinging Nai onto the mattress with a grunt. The bed and Nai both cry out, but no dust comes up from the sheets. They must have been here for a few days.

Vash’s blood comes back up to a boil, but he tempers it somewhat. Mortal as they are now, he and Nai are still Plants. Still too strong to not snap bones, if Vahs isn’t careful; and this isn’t the place or time for that.

“You,” his vision tunnels, stepping up to the edge of the bed and starting to strip himself. Nai turns over, scrambling back against the wall. Still afraid, but not a flight risk. His eyes, a touch more green than Vash’s own, track his hands. Dropping his gaze down, Vash smiles at the sight of Nai’s trembling lower lip.

His darling twin has always been prone to tears. His emotions too big for his body, needing a cathartic outlet. It’s good to see it come back, the crying. It means Knives is a distant memory, just as he thought.

But there’s still the matter of Nai being alive, hiding from him. Vash knows he’s… Intense. Knows very, very well that he’s not properly leashed when it comes to certain people; Nai being at the top of that list by far, etched into stone. His rightful place in Vash’s heart, permanently imprinted.

Long silences aren’t odd for them. Nai squirms under Vash’s gaze, which Vash shoves through their mental link. Once shut— thought to have been severed— now wide open. Vash shudders, gladly receiving and indulging Nai’s excitement.

“Strip,” he orders aloud. They have an audience, after all. One he needs to teach the same lesson, “I need to see what’s changed.”

Folding his arms over his mangled chest, Vash watches his twin remove his clothes. Western boots are kicked off, wrangler jeans shimmied out of, socks going with. His legs have a few scars, clean and faint like Nai’s wounds have been treated carefully. Just a few grazes, and a single bullet-hole pucker of flesh. Livio and Razlo have been protecting Nai, out there. Vash is grateful, as he follows Nai’s hands up, trembling fingers undoing buttons to reveal more sun-touched skin. The tan lines are new, emphasized by more silvery scars, just as sparse as the ones below the belt.

Nai’s chest heaves, blushed a pretty pink to match his wet cunt, already drooling for Vash.

Vash growls, subsonic, in his own chest and crawls onto the bed, grabbing at all the new, terrible wonders of his brother. His Nai.

“Did you think you were going to get away with this?” Vash asks, low and vicious, “that I would tolerate my other half being gone ?”

“I’m right here,” Nai tells him.

Vash slaps him. Back-handed and hard, but only human-hard, with his flesh hand. Nai’s head ships to the side, and the tears start spilling. The chair creaks all the way back on Earth, but Livio keeps Razlo from stepping in.

“Don’t talk back to me,” Vash snarls, grabbing Nai’s chin in a hard grip with his metal hand, “my Nai knows better than that. He’d know that’s not what I meant. Try again.”

Nai sniffles, blinking tears into his hairline, and he croaks out, miserable, “I’m sorry.”

“You will be,” Vash promises, raking his fingers back through Nai’s grown-out, black tresses, “you reek like a human, Nai. Making good on that cute little line about liking them over your dead body?”

Nai makes some unintelligible sound and nods, eyebrows scrunching into a wince, mouth closed.

Vash yanks Nai by his hair in his metal fist and his limbs in his flesh fingers to face the mirror, Vash pressed to his back, “say it.”

“Yes, Vash!” Nai wails, broken so easily to Vash’s will, as he was always meant to be.

“Much better,” Vash rewards Nai with a gentle pet to his hair, then a tilt of his chin with a prosthetic finger hooked under his chin. Vash smiles, a little woozy with his Knives back in his arms, his scarred knuckles trailing up and down his ribs— and these are different, too; padded, like he’s been eating well— and making him shudder and whine. “I’m going to show your humans who you really belong to, no matter how much you’ve spread your legs for them, got it?”

“Yes, Vash,” Nai’s eyes flicker to Livio and Razlo’s reflection (also filled out, their hair also grown to the shoulders: matching ), and Vash smacks his hip, hooking his artificial thumb into Nai’s mouth and yanking his head back down to focus .

“You look at me ,” Vash’s hand moves with the same inhuman speed he uses to load his gun, two fingers hooking into Knives’ already dripping cunt, “when I fuck you. Nothing else, remember ?”

Nai whines, loud and long and completely pathetic. Tears slip down to his chin, plap -ing down onto the sheets, snot oozing into his mouth. Already a sloppy mess. But his eyes stay where they belong.

“Good boy, Nai,” Vash pets the heel of his palm over Nai’s clit, his anatomy a testament to his century and a half old superiority complex, and his choice to make himself more like their sisters from the waist down. He writhes in his twin’s arms, brought low into loving a couple of cowboys . In need of reminders for his manners.

“I knew you'd come back to your rightful place quickly,” Vash coos, working his whole hand between Nai’s legs, just how he knows he likes it. Precise roughness inside, and messy noise outside. Nai loves to hear and see and taste and even smell how well Vash takes care of him, “you’ve always been mine , humans have never compared, and they never will . Isn’t that right, Nai?”

Vash takes his thumb out of Nai’s mouth to let him talk, because he’s nice to his dear twin. Sniveling– but, most importantly, behaving – Nai says, “yes, Vash. Yes, nobody compares to you. Please–”

Vash rips his fingers out of his brother and slaps him right between the legs. Hard, but just the once. Shoving his fingers back into wet warmth when Nai shouts, whole body jerking against Vash’s. The only person on the planet who can go toe-to-toe with his sheer physical strength.

Or, at least, the only one that matters . Vash doesn’t really care for the power-regulated Independents who have since arrived here on Noman’s Land; a fact Millions Knives would have taken on a sprint for countless iles, had Vash not killed him months ago. All that’s left is here in Vash’s arms, in the bed his Nai has chosen to share with someone else .

“I didn’t ask you to beg,” he says into Nai’s ear, cruel and glaring into the mirror, “and now I’m not going to. You’re getting whatever I give you and you’ll thank me for it after. It’s the least you can do for me after straying so far from me.”

Nai just whines wordlessly, turning his head to Vash, still bold enough to physically beg for a kiss. He’s just lucky that Vash wants to kiss him, too. Wants to shove his tongue down his sweet Nai’s throat, find every lingering trace of Livio and Razlo, and replace it all with himself. Re-establish his claim on places that have always been his by birthright.

The indulgence is a mistake. It makes Nai scrape his confidence back together, resist the ever-present pull between them, even though Vash just had him hook, line, and sinker. When he’s allowed to breathe his own air again, his face scrunches up, somehow dissatisfied with the adoration he’s being showered in, with the hand that knows all the right ways to touch him.

“How is my so-called dalliance any different from yours with Nicholas?” Nai asks, breathless and completely, utterly stupid .

Vash’s hands both shove Nai down onto the bed, away from his burning skin. He knows Nai can handle his rage, but he doesn’t actually want to burn him with it. Only wants to banish that completely asinine line of thinking from his mind. The fact that Nai goes without more than a perturbed grunt tells Vash he’s not going to begrudge the consequences of his cruel tongue. That he knew what he just did, and wants to be punished for it.

“That’s not the same,” Vash snarls, wiping his wet hand down Nai’s back, marking him with his own slick, “and you know it, you little bitch.”

“Enlighten me,” comes Nai’s acidic, contrarian reply, “drive the point home.”

What goes unsaid is Nai’s desperation for Vash to fuck him. One hundred and fifty years of clandestine meetings and a mind link mean they don’t always have to ask for what they want outright. That they can say one thing and truly know what they really meant.

“You always knew I was alive,” Vash gets a metal fistfull of thick black waves and makes his brother look at them in the mirror again, perfectly alike in almost every way, yet so different.

“I never detested humans,” he gets his twin’s hips where he wants them, teasing his flesh hand over Nai’s wet hole again to slick himself up. Hard and wanting, his own choice to lean further into humanity's expectations of him and his body as someone they figure is a man.

“And Wolfwood wasn’t the first,” he shoves his way into Nai, the pieces of them setting into place. Vash nearly sobs, but he’s not done making his case, “I’ve already made up for breaking away from you.”

A sharp intake of breath behind them tells Vash that Livio and Razlo’s eyes haven’t gone off course. That they’ve caught the implications of what he’s saying. That their positions have been reversed, that Vash and Nai are a matched set, impossible to truly separate. He meets their golden eyes in the mirror, grinning when they swallow thickly as he slowly bends over, laying himself across Nai’s back to put their faces together, beauty marks kissing as filthily as their mouths had just a minute ago. Showing them the ways they match so profoundly. So perfectly.

They also have the best view of the way Vash’s dick fits snugly into Nai’s cunt. Vash lets go of Nai’s hair only to squeeze his soft hips with both hands. Gripping down to fuck Nai into the mattres. The bedframe complains, but the sounds of Nai’s voice and their skin meeting, the static of their shared mindspace pinging the feelings of fucking and being fucked back and forth between them, it all drowns it out. The furniture is inconsequential in the face of the scene they’re putting on for each other, for their friends in the chair behind them.

Vash can’t even fathom controlling either of their orgasms. Can’t imagine what words to string together as he feels Nai tighten up inside and out, trying not to cum without permission. Vash buries his face in his other half’s neck, teeth finding the meat of his shoulder and clamping down. Had they not been drained of their extraplanar powers, he’d draw blood without a care. But they are nearly as human as the men behind them now, so he only aims to leave a bruise. A mark to remind the trio when he’s gone, who Nai’s truest counterpart is.

The two of them cum together. They always have. At least this hasn’t changed, not that Vash was overly worried it would. It didn’t for him, after he first slept with a human. The feeling of Nai’s orgasm radiates up through their bodies, while Vash’s drains out of them, an exchange of feeling and sensation.

As soon as the red had crept in at the edges of his vision, it dissipates. Vash’s anger bleeding out of him in a dizzy rush. He prods Nai gently with his hands, dragging himself back up, turning his twin over, both of them still panting. He pets gently up Nai’s heaving torso, smiling as he watches him relax. Blissed out and oozing tears from his eyes, cum from his pretty little snatch. All for Vash.

A creak from the chair. Right. Not just for Vash anymore.

Good thing they’ve always been good at sharing. Nai gasps, delighted and just on the right side of overstimulated, when Vash takes his fingers and fishes out a messy helping of their combined spend, shoving it into his mouth with a hum. Nai’s always been so sweet in every way for Vash, so he can’t really blame anyone for wanting to try it, given the chance.

Vash turns around, leaving Nai to catch his breath, beckoning Livio and Razlo to come over. Welcoming them into his and Nai’s own little world on the bed, now that he’s marked his territory.

He wants them to taste the complete flavor of the two of them together. They’ll get it, he thinks, smiling warmly when they rise from the chair with a final squeak of the old thing, kneeling on the bed with a tent in their pants. Being a two-in-one deal themselves; maybe that’s why Nai had gravitated to them, now that Vash thinks about it.

He’d wanted to share Wolfwood with Nai, someday. Hadn’t quite gotten to ask the man if he’d like that. But he thinks this is good, too. Great, even. Something different, but easier to convey to someone in the same boat in all ways except physical.

Two perfect pairs meet when Livio and Razlo open their mouth for Vash, sticky flesh hand cradling their jaw, and he spits his and Nai’s loads into their mouth.

“Show me how’ta wreck’im like that?” Razlo asks, bright-eyed and eager, though it’s Livio’s sweet smile on their lips. Playing to their strengths to twist as Vash’s heartstrings when they don’t need to.

Vahs is all too happy to play teacher for this. Nai is particular, and Vash won’t stand for someone to fumble the delicate care he needs while they have to figure it out without being in his head like he is.

It means the three of them sleep soundly as Vash slips away before the first dawn. That their snores don’t falter as he writes out a note by the light of the fifth moon:

“Promised Meryl and Milly I’d be back with them this morning. Don’t make me wait and wonder for months again. There is always space for you where I am.”

Vash has to keep from grinning with all his teeth against Meryl and Milly’s lips, later, when Nai starts bitching him out around mid-morning in the back of his skull.