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Vash's heart races when he swings his hand down, palm cracking against red, raw skin. A cry bursts into the air and Wolfwood thrashes where he sprawls across his lap, ass up. He coos at him, rubbing his hand where he struck. "I've only spanked you three times and you're already this riled up?"
Three spanks from his palm after ten strikes from the riding crop. Wolfwood's ass is a beautiful mix of colors from red to dark bruises. His breaths tremble, revealing he's on the verge of tears, and Vash grins. His puppy is so cute when he cries. Nobody but Vash has ever seen Wolfwood cry. Wolfwood keeps all of his emotions locked up tight, he's so guarded that it's a privilage to see him like this.
"You're being so good for me, Nico." The praise does exactly what it's supposed to do, Wolfwood makes the sweetest little noise from the back of his throat.
This scene has been a long time coming. Both of them pent up from stress and bottled up emotions. Vash, hiding away his anger, and Wolfwood hiding away his guilt. It's a like they were meant to be together, especially with how their interests and kinks mesh so perfectly.
Delivering quick little taps to that cute, tawny ass. With every smack, Vash's eyes glimmer at the sight of Wolfwood's cunt clenching around nothing. It drools, glistens for any attention at all.
A particular whine from his partner has Vash tutting. "You're doing so good, baby, don't ruin it now. How many spankings was that, by the way?" It's cruel for him to ask after such a long pause. "You won't be punished if you can't remember, I just want to see if you can."
"Th-three? Sir…"
"God, you're such a good boy." Vash leans down and kisses Wolfwood's crown. "Just two more, then I'll touch you where you want, okay?"
Raven locks bounce as Wolfwood nods, excited. "Thank you, sir!"
Rearing his hand back, Vash feels his own cunt clench when he feels Wolfwood tense in his lap. He waits. "Relax. It hurts more when you lock up like that. Be good and relax for me, Nico."
Nico. He's Nico in these scenes, it's what Wolfwood asked Vash to call him. Vash rarely calls him Nico any other time, he wonders if Wolfwood would mind. Would it be weird?
Toned muscles relax. Wolfwood's weight settles in his lap again. He can feel his tits squished against his thigh, they're just as bruised as his ass. Wolfwood loves when Vash leaves deep bitemarks and hickeys.
A clap of skin meeting skin strikes the air like lightning, quickly followed by another in quick succession. Wolfwood yelps, slick dribbling from his cunt and body shuddering from head to toe. He stutters out thank yous, moans rattling in between each breath, and humps against Vash's lap.
Vash lets him for a few seconds. He counts to three and then teases a finger at Wolfwood's hole. "Is this where you want it next?" Wolfwood reminds him of a bobble head with how quickly he nods. "Turn over, pretty boy."
His sub obeys without hestitation. Those eyes that are usually alert and scrutinizing, are glazed over and hooded with pleasure. There's a heavy layer of blush staining his skin, from chest to forehead. Even the tips of his ears glow red.
"You're so cute."
Wolfwood whimpers.
"What do we say when someone compliments us?"
"…Thank you… sir…"
Vash smiles. "Good boy." Without waiting another moment, he raises a hand and strikes an open palm to Wolfwood's lips. The pads of his fingers ever so slightly meeting his clit.
It's the first time Vash sees tears spring to Wolfwood's eyes this session, and something in his stomach sinks at the sight. Wolfwood is clearly enjoying it, though, so he strikes again, hand clapping against that wet pussy. Wolfwood's head tosses back, mouth forming a perfect 'o' in what's clearly a show of pleasure. More slick leaks from his entrance.
Still, Vash can't look away from the tears that slide free form Wolfwood's lashes. Warm, thick drops sliding down the curve of his cheeks. His hand shakes when he raises it again. Hesitation leaves him holding his arm a few seconds too long. Wolfwood turns to look at him, teary eyes looking at up him in anticipation.
A wet smack, the hardest one tonight, echoes around the room.
"FUCK!" Wolfwood absolutely wails.
Something about it sends Vash spiralling. That's not a sound of pleasure. It can't be, there was nothing but agony in Wolfwood's voice. What has he been doing all evening? Throwing Wolfwood around, hitting him until he bruises, biting him until he bleeds. Listening to him cry and scream, taking pleasure in it. What does that make him?
A foul, sick, sour warmth unfurls in his stomach. It makes him gag. He feels nauseous. He feels movement, but doesn't remember doing anything. All he can hear is the blood roaring in his ears, his vision is so fucking blurry. There's more crying, someone is gasping for breath. Hyperventilating.
Oh, God, did Nicholas drop? Nicholas is in the middle of a drop and Vash is stuck in some paralysis. Spiraling and incapable of doing anything.
"I'm sorry," Vash hears himself saying, "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry." The blurred vision is from tears of his own. He's the one hyperventilating. Wolfwood has moved from sprawled across his lap to straddling his thighs, palms cupping his face. Those stormy gray eyes are no longer hazy from pleasure, they're alert again, full of concern. "Fuck, I— I fucked everything up, I'm sorry." He hiccups and gasps for breath again.
Wolfwood's lips are moving but Vash doesn't register any of his words. He can't keep his eyes focused on anything, darting from one spot to another. A bruise on Wolfwood's neck, a bruise on his shoulder, there's bruise marks from when Vash choked him earlier. He choked him. Choked him!
He squeezes his eyes shut but the bruises haunt him even behind his eyelids. For someone who holds himself to pacificist ideals, he sure is a violent son of a bitch. He's every ounce the monster those wanted posters make him out to be. All the hatred is deserved, he deserves it.
Can't even treat his partner with the gentle, kind touch he's worthy of. Instead he's too busy getting off beating him. Abusing him.
Gasping for breaths, Vash shakes his head when Wolfwood tries to lower his head to his shoulder.
"N-no, I don't," Vash shudders for breath, hypverntilating again. "Don't deserve it. I don't deserve this."
Nicholas looks even more concerned. Confused. Lost. God, Vash keeps digging this hole deeper and deeper. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He wants to hit himself, rake the fingers of his prosthetic hand against his skin until he carves himself hollow. That's what he deserves. For every bruise, bitemark, and welt he's left on Wolfwood, Vash deserves them tenfold. Take him out and tie him to a post and whip him until he bleeds out in the desert sun. Let him bake and rot.
"Vash," he finally hears Wolfwood through his hysterical tangent. "Vash, breathe for me, c'mon. Please. In and out, like me." His vision finally halts. Wolfwood is all he sees, he watches him suck in a breath and exhale. Dramatically. It's embarrassing, but Vash forces himself to follow him.
He chokes on an inhale, a sob interrupting his attempt, but Wolfwood encourages him through it all the way. Nodding his head when Vash exhales and inhales again. There's a bright red bitemark at Wolfwood's collarbone that makes Vash's face crumple, he feels his breath hitch again—
"Look at my face, Vash, just my face. Breathe."
Wolfwood reaches behind Vash for something and comes back with a blanket, he tosses it around his shoulders in an effort to cover himself. No doubt to hide the abuse he suffered at Vash's hand.
Inhale…
Exhale…
A whole body shudder makes him sob, but he forces himself to keep breathing.
Inhale…
Exhale…
He sniffles noisily, grossly. Still, Wolfwood looks at him with so much love. Love he doesn't deserve. Love that Vash has taken for granted.
As Vash's breathing returns to a steady pace, and the blood roaring in his ears quiets, he's met with the reality of things. His face tightens up again, tears line his eyes. This time, when Wolfwood guides him to lean into him, Vash follows. He sinks against him, letting out a loud sob.
Wolfwood hushes him, strokes a hand through his hair. Murmur gentle affirmations. At first, Vash doesn't give them the time of day. It's not like he deserves them. After acting so cruel to his lover, why should Wolfwood be the one comforting him? Someone should be comforting Wolfwood. Making sure he gets as far away from Vash as possible.
It isn't until he feels a kiss pressed into his hair that he lets himself take in the reassurances.
"You didn't do anything I didn't like."
"I didn't use my safeword. I didn't say stop, or use the color red."
"I liked every bit of it."
Vash sniffles wetly again.
Wolfwood liked it?
He liked all of it.
"Love the bruises you leave on me, baby," Wolfwood tells him. Kisses his ear. A hand massages his shoulder. "You're so good to me. Take care of me so good. Never do anything I don't want. I said I didn't want anything inside and you listened."
Yeah. Yeah, Vash did listen. He wouldn't ever do anything Wolfwood told him not to do. Wolfwood didn't want penetration today. Said he didn't mind a few teasing touches, but nothing inside. Vash listened. He kept to that boundary.
Vash nods into Wolfwood's shoulder. Mumbling little "Uh-huhs" when Wolfwood points out the boundaries that he respected.
Soon, his tears have stopped, and he finds himself lifting his head.
"I have an idea, but don't feel obligated, 'kay?"
"…'kay."
Wolfwood gives him a gentle smile and kisses him on the lips. "How about you make me cum just from your fingers on my clit. A nice, normal, gentle orgasm, hm? Will that help you feel better?"
He thinks about it for a second. Wolfwood coming without Vash beating him… yeah. Vash nods. "Please, I wanna make you come. No hitting, though."
His partner chuckles, not unkindly. "No hittin'," he agrees.
They reposition themselves to lay on their sides facing each other. Vash lays on his left side, and reaches out with his right hand to cup Wolfwood's arousal. He's still wet, and trembles at the sudden touch after the… interruption.
He teases a finger at Wolfwood's hole, never dipping inside, just circles the entrance. It's Wolfwood's favorite way to get him worked up. His fingers glide with ease when he drags them through his folds to trace over his clit. The touch has his partner moaning sweetly, eyes fluttering in pure bliss.
"This good?" Vash asks, feeling shy and unsure of himself after such a harsh drop.
Wolfwood nods, then gasps, "Yes, yes, so good. Just like that, Vash."
Vash drags the pad of his thumb along the underside of Wolfwood's clit, up, up, then around. Rinse, repeat. He curls two fingers and gently squeezes the bundle of nerves between the knuckles, feeling a smile start to grow when Wolfwood rolls his hips into his hand. He's making him feel good. No tears. No bruises. No raw, red skin.
Teal eyes drink in the way Wolfwood trembles under his touch. How he humps against his hand. How his lips part with puffs of breath tumbling into the space between them.
It takes longer to bring Wolfwood to orgasm like this, but it's worth it. It's beyond worth it to hear him mewl and whine at the tenderest touch. How he curls closer and closer to Vash, those thighs clenching around Vash's hand as he trembles through the waves of climax.
"God," Wolfwood moans, "Vash…"
"Good?"
"Mmhm."
Vash smiles. Really smiles. Wolfwood smiles right back at him.
"There he is. You really scared me, tongari."
"I'm sorry…"
"Safewords go both ways, y'know. Next time if something feels off, let me know." Wolfwood brushes his bangs out of his face and leans up to kiss his forehead. "Wanna cuddle and sleep it off?"
That breaks him out of his stupor. Immediately Vash sits up, eliciting a noise of complaint from his partner. Wolfwood reaches for him, but Vash gets off the bed before he can. "I've gotta— I need to clean you up, your bruises and welts! They- I-" He struggles finding his words and instead moves about the room grabbing the things in question.
Lotion, oil, and a rag that he damps with warm water from the bathroom attached to their bedroom.
Wolfwood is still where he left him, waiting patiently and with a gentle smile on his face. He looks… amused? Endeared? One of the two. Vash can't help the blush that warms his face.
He goes about massaging lotion and oil into the tender areas of Wolfwood's skin, even where he didn't strike him in their session. Aftercare is one of Vash's favorite parts to their sessions. It helps him come down just as much as it helps Wolfwood. Right now, it's the only thing keeping him from breaking down at the sight of all the bruises he left on Wolfwood. He can't let himself get too in his head again, though.
Instead, he leans down to press a kiss to each bruise. Not caring of the taste of lotion that gets into his mouth.
"Let me go over them again in the morning? Please? Let me know if they bother you at all later in the week, too, okay?" Vash frets even when he's satisfied himself with the aftercare.
The bed jostles when he returns to Wolfwood's side, curling into his lover's arms and tucking his head against his chest.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll let you worry over me like a mother hen." A kiss is pressed into his hair. There's a beat of silence. Then… "Was there anything that brought that on?"
Vash shrugs. "I guess… I dunno. Got scared I was doing too much. Hurting you too much."
"Mm… we'll figure something out. Maybe take a break from more intense sessions and work our way back up to it. Sound good?"
"Yeah. I like that."
"Hey, Vash?" Wolfwood drags a hand through his hair, hand curling under his chin to trace the lines of his face.
"Yeah, Nico?"
"I love you, ya know that right?"
Ah. Vash sniffles and buries his face into his lover's skin. He nods. "I love you too."