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they don't see you like i see you;
( surely neither of them had thought such an innocent game with an equally innocent premise would have seen them ending up like this; the argument is, perhaps, a little less surprising given that their first real spat since nai's arrival had been over a honey bun, but even he is a bit taken aback by how things had escalated. and so quickly.
maybe he shouldn't have pushed this far, maybe he should have held himself back from putting them into this very precarious situation — but that's the whole of it. it feels like he's been holding himself back from this for years, decades, a century and some change and it still hadn't ended well for them back then, had it? had it? with his own greed and loathing of humanity bringing his own demise down around his head like the proverbial ton of bricks.
vash pulls away — not far, just enough to take in a breath and he should do that, too, maybe — and it might not be far but it's still too much so for his liking, arms tightening around him fractionally of their own volition but then he makes himself loosen them. just a bit, just a little, because this is so tentative and he doesn't want to see his brother skittering to put some distance between them.
his face is buried against his neck, and nai's hands start to smooth over the notches of his spine in what he hopes is some kind of soothing way, something he might have done when they were both much, much younger.
the tip of his nose brushes almost absently against the soft patch of skin just beneath vash's ear, another kiss pressed to the beat of his pulse. ) Why? ( thump, thump, thump, steady and sure beneath the pressure of his lips. ) What do you have to be sorry for?
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Everything. [ The chasm that's been put between the two of them for so many years, every choice that's helped push them both further apart. This, right now. Tentative and terrifying and rocketing over boundaries and lines that he's not so sure should have been crossed for more reasons than his thoughts can sort. And yet, he makes no effort to move, to disengage from the hold they have on each other. Instead, he's pressed so close that the word is spoken against the skin of Nai's neck, his nose buried against skin like he's seeking to overwhelm his senses with the scent of citrus and aloe, something so familiar and yet unfamiliar at the same time.
Nai's hands drag over the curve of his spine and Vash exhales a rough breath he didn't realize he'd been holding in. It's almost a sob, but not quite, just a rough exhale that ends with his mouth mirroring the kiss placed to his own neck. When those hands climb up higher, Vash finally finds the strength to push himself up, his own hands moving to settle on his brother's shoulders as he lifts his gaze to level a careful glance his way, searching, looking, seeking out something but not being able to ask, not wanting to ask. ]
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the boundaries, the lines they're crossing are those upheld by humans, he thinks. he understands that siblings don't generally share this kind of closeness, this kind of intimacy but he can't very well deny that it feels good, that it feels right holding his brother in his arms like this, as close as they've ever been with the beat of his heart mirrored by vash's own. it feels like this is the only way it should ever be between them, no space
left for jesusfor anything but the undeniable pull that makes them both into magnets.pulled into each other's orbit.
vash raises his head to look at him again, eyes bright, wide, open and innocent and nai wants to kiss his eyelids, the highest points of his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. he wants to kiss his everything, he thinks, and it still wouldn't be enough. )
I'm sorry, too. ( for the last hundred years.
the plants, your stupid humans, all of it.
i just wanted you with me.
he raises one hand to smooth the pad of his thumb over his brother's bottom lip, leaning in to place another tentative kiss against the line of his mouth. soft, searching. asking for permission. )
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It doesn't fix anything, it doesn't take back what was done, or the pain and lives that were lost. But it's like a door without a handle in the wall between them suddenly has something to grip. It's a starting line, and Vash is certain because its Nai he can forgive him, he already has, he's willing to do whatever it takes if it means that maybe they can find some common ground. Maybe they can start to mend the gap between them.
I missed you.
There's an air of confusion on his face when that thumb brushes over his lip, but he only has a moment before Nai leans in with that tentative kiss. Maybe it's the uncertainty of it that has Vash lift a hand up to touch the side of Nai's face, to brush his thumb over the curve of his cheek. There's a moment, then two as Vash's thoughts tumble through his stupid addled brain and he exhales again.
Okay. The way he nods his head is subtle, the barest movement as he leans into the kiss, their lips pressing together again, half-lidded eyes slipping fully shut. He's the one who pushes for more this time, parting his lips to swipe his tongue past Nai's, even as he rises up on his knees to get a little bit of height. ]
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but things change, don't they? at the very least … he's never quite thought himself incapable of changing on a certain level, only that it wasn't all that necessary, because there was nothing about him that needed changing in the first place.
part of the human condition, he doesn't realize, is knowing when you're the one at fault and not being afraid to acknowledge it. to own it. but maybe that's what happening here, and maybe this place is going to end up being good for both of them.
i missed you more than you'll ever know.
my vash.
and when his brother is the one to push forward this time, when he rises up to gain some height and licks into his mouth there's a sound that filters up from the very back of nai's throat that he can't quite tamp down, something almost-pained but wanting, teeth grazing over vash's tongue without really realizing he's putting the pressure against soft, warm muscle.
the way heat settles low in the bottom of his stomach as he reaches up with both hands to tangle pale fingers in golden hair should be embarrassing, but. it's just the two of them. there doesn't need to be any of that. )
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Right now, though, he's ok with it. This feels so much better than fighting with Nai, better than arguing and talking in circles or watching people around them die because of squabbling and his own inability to act. Vash's thoughts race, almost losing focus on the feeling of his mouth on Nai, up until the teeth on his tongue pull him back from his thoughts and the fingers in his hair yank a hum past his lips, nearly lost in the way he immediately tugs the kiss deeper. There's no blood but he's quick to retaliate given the chance, teeth catching on Nai's lower lip and biting down.
Another kiss is quickly peppered thereafter, almost like an immediate apology, a walking back of the pain he's just inflicted. ]
Nai.
[ It's muttered, hummed a little, a gentle chiding almost. Again, neither one of them has ever been good at words, at least when it comes to talking to each other, so now isn't going to be any different, especially when Vash isn't sure he trusts himself to use his words the right way. Instead, he follows up with a small smile and a brush of his nose against Nai's own. ]
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and he doubly needs people who can call him out on all of that self-deprecation when he needs to hear it.
as for what he wants; in this very moment, nai would give him anything within his power to do so, and if it just happens to be the warmth of his own body pressed against his, of his kisses, his presence, it's definitely within his wheelhouse to do as much.
the sound out of him that comes from the bite to his lip isn't one of pain, more surprise than anything else laced with … something else entirely, something that brings a light flush to the very tips of his ears and the rise of his cheekbones, made so much more noticeable with how pale he is in comparison to his twin brother, and you won't say a word about it if you know better, vash. don't call him out on blushing just from a lip bite.
( please. please call him out on blushing just from a lip bite. )
his heart sings at the sound of his name out of vash's mouth, like that, and he returns the bump of nose against nose and a quick, teasing nip in retaliation because he'll never find himself above being a little shit in return for his brother's antics.
absently, one of his hands slips warm fingers beneath the edge of the other's shirt, almost tickling across the skin of his lower belly, testing, but still asking for permission. ) Vash … ( against his mouth, followed by an increasingly heated kiss. )
Is this all right?
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[ It's a statement of awe, but the lopsided grin that flickers over his lips is definitely a little more shit-eating than he means to let slip. As if that wasn't enough one of his prosthetic fingers is lifted to trace over the shell of Nai's ear, over the pale and blushed skin, following the color over Nai's cheek. He's certainly taking his time to point it out, taking any new opportunity to be playful in a way he's not been able to be since they were children.
And oh, its so easy to sink right back into heated kisses that increasingly leave him breathless, the beat of his heart racing in a way that he's only recently, rarely, experienced. But then— ]
Wait. [ A wave of panic rises from his stomach, washing out the warmth that had been tentatively swirling there moments before. It pulls Vash out of the most recent kiss, his own cheeks dusted red even though his expression is now an alarmed grimace. ]
...You don't want to. [ Fingers twitch at Nai's shoulder for a moment before they move, his hand flicking down to tug at the hem of his shirt. He sinks back down, the first step in retreating as he turns his head away, the angle of it making it hard to see where he's looking thanks to the weird semi-reflective properties of his glasses.] I'm not...
[ He spares a quick glance out of the corner of his eyes at his brother, his perfect, pale, ideal example of what an Independent can be. There's not a single scar, wound, patch of marred skin that Vash regrets, but he knows what they look like. He's seen the reaction people have had to his body the rare instances that he's let someone see. But Nai? Maybe it's better if he never sees, better if it's left as an uncomfortable partial unknown. ]
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the coolness of his prosthetic fingers feels nice against his heated skin, though, there is no denying that; it's been said before that nai has always felt as though he ran too cool to liken his body to that of a human's, and he isn't sure whether it's because of how he's changed in this place or the simple fact that vash is as close as he is, and he's soaking up his warmth in turn. but it feels like he might just burn up from the inside out, and if he's perfectly honest, he'd be okay with that.
but then vash is pulling away, putting distance between them and it might not be much, but nai hates it. he might not fully comprehend the state of his brother's body, old scars and new ones alike mapping him out with all the things he's let the humans do to him for the sake of trying to help them, and while he wouldn't blame him for being self-conscious over such a thing, he can't help but to think — )
Not what?
( he murmurs quietly, reaching up almost as an afterthought to pluck his glasses from the bridge of his nose and set them aside, hopefully not to end up lost or broken; his eyes are so much brighter without the tinted lenses in the way, and nai brings both of his hands back up to either side of his brother's face, thumbs stroking over his cheekbones, expression as soft as it's never been before this. ) Perfect?
Yes, you are.
( but he doesn't press forward, not yet, even as he's kissing him again with nothing but the heated pres of his lips and the slick slide of his tongue, a silent plea of trust me lingering in between every beat of his heart behind his ribs. )
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Any protest he had ready is lost immediately the moment Nai's lips are back on his. Vash hesitates, hands settled on his brother's chest for a moment like he's going to push away, going to retreat and escape back to his room— but he doesn't. It takes a moment, but as the kiss lingers and Vash slips into it his tense posture relaxes, the palms of his hands sliding up over muscle and the line of Nai's clavicle, and over his shoulders to loop together. His body leans in, arching against Nai's lap, the upset crease of his brow slowly unpinching.
When he takes a moment to breathe, lips barely parted enough to do so, his eyes stay half lidded. It might have been wordless, but maybe between the two of them it's almost second nature to understand the meaning in wordless gestures. ]
Okay. [ Tenative as it is, he'll give Nai the trust he seems to be pleading for. ]
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and when he looks at him now, wide-eyed and unsure of what he's supposed to expect from a brother that had, up to now, only gone in search of vengeance for all the things he'd lost he wants nothing but to reassure him. bring him in and keep him close and remind him that it's all right, everything is going to be all right and they can finally pick their pieces back up and work on gluing them back together.
vash says okay, and it's the only incentive he'll ever need to keep moving forward; one hand slips back down to the hem of his shirt, fingers curling over the rise of a hipbone possessively for a moment, letting blunt fingernails drag over the sharp bump of bone beneath warm skin just to see what kind of reaction it might get him. he's being soft, gentle, yes — because vash deserves that much — but there's a possessiveness in him that can't be watered down. not when he has the object of his affection quite literally in his lap.
his other hand smooths back around to the base of his spine, gently kneading at the bottommost vertebra there and then boldly sliding down to the curve of his ass, encouraging him to arch against him again as he seeks to suck on his tongue. )
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It had been painful to run. Terrifying to sever a connection that ran so deep. But he'd done it, and he'd done it to protect people he knew would wind up hurt because of them. Because of the anger he'd seen in his brother's eyes. But as he looks now, he sees none of that, only a face that looks far more similar to a boy he remembers all too clearly from those days on the ship, the stars in the background.
It makes his chest warm in a completely different way than the Nai is touching him warms him. Wandering hands feel scalding -- a sensation that Vash is certain is his own reaction to touch rather than the temperature of Nai's hands. It's a one-two punch when nails dig into skin and another hand drags over his ass and it's all that he can do to temper the moan that tumbles into Nai's mouth as a result.
Mismatched hands shoot up to tangle in bright blond hair, and this time they pull, and they pull hard, yanking at the roots of the strands. His hips roll forward into that possessive hold, seeking out the sting of it but also the warmth and friction of the body (his brother's body) underneath him. It's almost too much, for someone like Vash, still yet unused to gentle touch or the way it makes his heart races to hammer in his ears. ]
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like this, it's easy to think that they're always going to come back around to one another, whether they're consciously aware of it or not. like this, aligned near-perfectly from shoulder to hip with wandering hands and lips pressed to lips, it's easy to forget that they had ever been apart for so long in the first place.
vash might try to temper that moan when it comes out of him, and it might not be as loud or as full as nai realizes he desperately wants to hear but it slithers beneath the surface of his skin anyway, makes a home for itself in his blood and sets it to near-boiling. something so small, and still something he hadn't had before, and he — )
Do that again.
( given almost at the same time as fingers tangle in his hair and pull and the sound that comes out of him is more sensation than anything, still something that edges on a snarl as his fingernails drag over skin again, more sharply this time, enough to leave the lightest pink welts in their wake. his head bows, presses into the space between neck and shoulder and he bites at the beat of his pulse this time, the hand on his ass pulling him closer, or maybe just keeping him solidly in place as his own hips press upward, instinct taking over for a lack of experience.
he just wants to feel him. )
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He bites down on his own lip hard enough to draw blood, arching his neck to give Nai room where he is. It's frustrating almost, the way he's held still and made to feel the press of Nai's hips instead of seek it out himself. It's not on command, but another whine escapes from his mouth and this time its uttered right into his brother’s ear. The welts at his hips sting, highlighting the path his brother's hands have taken over his skin where his shirt has certainly been pushed up and over scars and wounds long healed. Earlier, Vash had a mind to be self conscious about the state of his body being exposed but now he feels all too hot in the confines of his turtleneck.
Greedy. Selfish. Don’t want so much. That ugly little voice doesn’t seem to shut up despite his stubborn determination to ignore it. It wiggles around in the back of his thoughts, pushing and pressing against the heated swirls driving his actions right now. Is it selfish to want this, right now? To want it ever? To seek out these kind of indulgent, intimate touches, to feel a little smug that he’s had such a clear effect on the brother that up until now always seemed collected and determined and in control?
He shifts his flesh and bone hand from its grip in Nai’s hair, smoothing fingers over the curve at the back of his skull and down the back of his neck. He skims his hand over the line of that stupid body suit and back down over his shoulders to press his palm against the swell of his brother’s chest, feeling the muscle there for one self indulgent moment before his touch continues to travel, down an arm, over his wrist and finally where Nai’s grip rests, pushing into skin that’s already red from the drag of short nails. He doesn’t hesitate this time, gently guiding Nai’s hand up beyond the cloth of his top and over the expanse of skin underneath. ]
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addicted to him.
that whine brings another low sound out of him, an effective growl that claws its way up from the back of his throat and leaves it aching and raw on its exit, and even as vash's hand is guiding his own he's reaching to push the fabric of his shirt higher, higher still until he tug the offending fabric up and over his head. to leave him bare from the waist up, pink and silver scars and all and for a moment, nai finds himself dazed. struck dumb by the miles of pale skin in front of him that has already been marked by the presence of others.
but not by him.
it might be selfish to want this, on both their parts but he can't help the way his hands are already roaming over rough, uneven skin, breath caught in the back of his throat because look what they've done to you, my beautiful brother, look at you — but it doesn't make him any less, it doesn't take away from anything and if he stops to think about it for longer than a handful of seconds, it makes him positively feral. )
—Vash.
( his next exhale is raspy, rough around the edges as he fits the fingers of both hands between the slats of his ribs, pulling him close and licking the taste of blood from his mouth, sucking at the cut on his lip to make it bleed more. ) Beautiful, beautiful boy—
My Vash.
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It's funny how he can feel so exposed and cold, but everywhere Nai touches feels like it's being undone, like it's being set aflame despite all logic. It's all he can do to hold still underneath his brother's piercing gaze, the intensity of it making Vash squirm a little where he's seated. But it doesn't stop there and even as Nai leans in and kisses him again, worrying that split lip in a way that makes him a little dizzy he starts talking, compliments and praise and claim—
He can't take it. If the staring wasn't enough, the words that tumble out of Nai's mouth definitely are, spilling over into too much, too embarrassing, words he doesn't deserve. Not from his brother, not from ... anyone. Vash lifts his flesh and bone hand up to press over Nai's mouth even as he shrinks back, his face flush from his ears and clear down his neck. ]
Stop, Nai that's enough. [ He pauses, taking in a deep breath and focusing on the feeling of Nai's fingers on his skin, resting over scars and ribs. He manages the smallest smile as he leans in, pressing kiss-swollen lips to the back of his own hand, ghosting where Nai's mouth should be beyond that. ] It's embarrassing.
[ He'd be a liar if he didn't admit a small part of him reveled in the praise, though. But that's his secret. Since he has the moment, however, Vash takes the opportunity to lift one of Nai's hands up with his free hand and he presses a kiss to the wrist, a little splotch left in the wake of the affection as he fits another at the heel of his palm and again further in. ]
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( the words come out of him muffled, pressed to the center of vash's palm where it rests over the line of his mouth, and his brows furrow with the separation, the sudden distance between them. he wants them to be as close as they can be, as close as they've never been, at least not like this.
he lets vash move one of his hands, and the one that hasn't been claimed by a soft, sweet kiss to his wrist brings the other's own away from his mouth, linking their fingers together and, quite frankly, admiring how they look together. ) No one's ever said anything like that to you before … have they?
( he doesn't like to think of how he would react if the answer happened to be yes; of course vash hasn't belonged to him since they were children, or rather they haven't belonged to each other since then, and a long, long time has passed since they were still small enough to fold themselves into a singular bed and have room to spare, spindly legs and all.
anyone else being this close, having vash like this doesn't sit well with him, but he's going to stop his line of thinking right there, because it has no place here. not when he's working on trying to mend that chasm between them.
so: ) You should know how beautiful you are. Haven't you looked in a mirror lately?
( the question is rhetorical, of course, and he tries to push his way forward enough to press the softest kiss to the column of his throat. )
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[ Nai doesn't have to try very hard to reach his goal, really. Vash yields easily enough, keeping their tangled fingers together in favor of dropping his hold on Nai's other hand to settle one back on the back of his neck again. The touch of lips to skin that's usually covered gets the hair on the back of his neck to stand up on end, and a sigh to slip past parted lips.
This isn't nearly as heated as things seemed to have been tumbling towards just a few moments earlier, but it's nice. It's gentle, it's comforting. It feels a little like he's having some wish fulfillment dream, and it's so, so easy to relax and lean into it, to crane his neck just enough to make room for Nai to exist there. The pads of his fingers press into the muscle of Nai's neck, rubbing small circles there at the base of his skull and then down lower in slow, deliberately affectionate touches. He stops after a moment though, his fingers toying with something hard and small that feels attached to the strange bodysuit he's literally never seen his brother remove.
He pulls at it, only vaguely surprised when it gives and he realizes what he's found. He should have figured, considering the state of this place, that Nai's clothes were much more simple(?) than he'd thought they'd be. But, discovery aside, Vash pulls the little zipper latch down and once he can he slips bare fingers underneath the cloth to brush calloused fingers over skin he's certain he's never even seen before. ]
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he's just speaking the truth, here. he has been since the beginning of all of this and while it's brought them closer, vash is right in thinking it had been so much … sharper a moment before. a shade more desperate and he'd be lying to himself and vash and god himself if he tried to get away with saying it hadn't been exhilarating. that desperation, that need to have the other body close, to have and taste and test every boundary set by humanity.
because they are not human. and such rules of boundaries shouldn't apply to them, should they? but that line of thought is neither here nor there.
he nuzzles at his neck, sweetly. ) You should be told that all the time … I would, given the chance. ( some might say there is some kind of hopeless romantic in this murderer of a man, and some might be right, though it never seems to quite come to the surface except for when his brother is around. funny, that.
he dips a little bit lower, attention to the shared conversation wavering in favor of mouthing over the line of an exposed collarbone, mapping out the shape of it, the feel of it beneath his lips and the sweep of his tongue, the gentlest press of his teeth that is nowhere near a bite or a nip. just a scrape, really, because sometimes he can't help himself.
it's enough to distract him from the way vash pulls at the zipper now at the back of his suit; something he'd never needed before but is keenly aware of now, and the sound of the slow, downward drag of metal teeth has him flexing his shoulders. bidding — asking vash to touch him where he never has before, where no one else has before, a quiet, infinitesimal gasp filtering up from the back of his throat at such simple contact.
in return, his tongue dips into the space between his collarbones, his teeth bearing down just enough to leave the hint of an indent that will surely fill back in before this is over — but he quickly follows suit with the suction of his mouth, bringing blood to the surface and encouraging a light purple mark to make a home for itself there. a waypoint between the places he's been, and those he hasn't been allowed to touch yet. )
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You don't have to... [ The thought of it though, lights a blush renewed across Vash's ears, his imagination running a little with the sound of his brother's voice in his ear, whispering ridiculous, embarrassing words right at the curve of it. It's not something that he would have dreamed of imagining before, but after today, after he's experienced such a gentle, soft side of his twin, it's all too easy to get caught carried away in his thoughts.
But reality is much sweeter, as it turns out. Vash would have been all too happy to focus on the sensation of lips against skin, but it's the sound that Nai makes, so startled and a little vulnerable and soft. It's something he'd never really considered when his brother came to mind, even less so when in conjunction with himself. He turns his head to press a kiss to his brother's temple, or his hair, whatever it is he can reach. Something in his chest aches a little bit, the heat of it rekindling something from before they'd taken a pause to actually talk a little.
The way Vash twists his hand free from their tangled grasp is a little hurried in hindsight, but it's followed up with a suddenly very breathy, very interested apology. Sorry, brother, holding your hand is nice but— he pulls the zipper down over where it rests over Nai's spine and ends somewhere around his mid-back. Vash doesn't check to see if it's pulled all the way down, instead, he's busy sliding his hands beyond the fabric to touch cool, pale skin with the palms of his hands.
He's so acutely aware of the imbalance of their current clothing situation as he feels the sensation of Nai worrying a bruise to his collarbone, so he curls his fingers inward, dragging his blunt nails up over freshly exposed skin back to where the body suit is now loose around Nai's shoulders. When he speaks this time, the tone of it is different. It's softer somehow, but maybe a little breathless. ]
Nai, off. Please. I want to see.
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well. it should be embarrassing, really. but he's never known anything close to shame, and that could very well be a plant thing — not so given to the whims and wills of mankind, as it were — but it could also be the fact that he's spent the bulk of his time secluded, and doesn't know any better.
little from column a, little from column b. that's where we're leaving it. )
I don't have to, no. But I want to.
( even in passing, when they're passing by one another in their tiny, shared space, even with wolfwood not too far away he could lean in to whisper sweetly against the shell of his brother's ear; you're beautiful, you're lovely, you look good enough to eat and perhaps it will only be because he'll find himself starving after this. willing to give in to a sense of hunger his body informs him of, though a hunger for vash seems much, much more preferable to the need to consume actual food.
( is he still bitter about that? just a little. he'll get over it eventually. )
he takes that breathy apology with a low chuckle in the back of his throat in response, having a feeling of where wandering hands are going once the zipper is pulled near the end of its track. ( the very end of it is somewhere near the top of his ass, but that's for vash to find out for himself, if he wants — )
he sighs at the first touch of fingers against cool skin, shoulders rolling and flexing beneath their light pressure and he only pulls back from the worrying of the bruise at his brother's collarbone when that request comes, and it's his turn to blink a bit owlishly at it, ice chip eyes blown wide and dark with both wonder and want.
leaning in to brush another kiss over the line of vash's mouth, he shrugs the fabric down off of his shoulders in one smooth motion, pushing it down to pool around his hips and leaning back — purposely — with something this side of a shit-eating grin pulling his mouth upward. it's all pale, unmarked skin from his neck all the way down, save for perhaps a light dusting of freckles over his chest and stomach. a constellation of tiny waypoints over a pale, otherwise unmarked canvas. )
You're going to have to get up if you want to see more.
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What's that look for? Don't be annoying.
[ It's funny how easy it is to slip back into a back-and-forth that is so eerily reminiscent of how they interacted as kids. Vash leans back a little as he very blatantly takes an eyeful of the sight in front of him. He's folded his arms across his chest, fingers drumming against the skin and metal of his arms as he exhales a hum. It'd give Nai too much satisfaction to admit just how dry his mouth goes at the sight, or just how badly he wants to touch, fingers clenching against his arms in an effort to hold up his annoyed front.
He shifts in his spot, not relinquishing his spot on Nai's lap as his gaze lingers on one particular cluster of freckles that he's pretty sure he could trace into the shape of a cat's face. He's still grumpy though, so instead of anything gentle, he unfolds his arms from over his own chest to reach out towards his brother. Unceremoniously, he claps both hands against his ridiculously unmarred chest and shoves with his full strength, tipping the both of them forward and hopefully ending up with Nai sprawled on his back and Vash? On his knees, still straddling his brother's hips. ]
I don't think I have to get up at all.
[ Without moving where he's so firmly planted his hands, Vash leans in, pressing a slow but brief kiss to his twin's lips. Maybe it's an apology for the way Nai's head likely cracked against the floor of the mushroom house, but it's also a bit of a distraction as Vash shifts his body weight to slide lower, lips moving away from Nai's mouth to press another kiss to that strangely feline smattering of freckles. He flicks his eyes back up towards where he's left his brother's gaze, but painfully slowly drags his lips lower, over the curve of his pecs and pale skin. Maybe it's an intrusive thought or an attempt at making a point but it isn't long after he dusts gentle attention over what he can reach that he leans in and bites, teeth pinching skin with a laugh. ]
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did you think he would? and do you presently think he's going to let you get away with that pout, pretty as it is, without laying at least one more nip against the line of your mouth? ) What look? ( he ends up asking mock-innocently, bumping their noses together again. ) I've no idea what you're talking about.
( he's very suddenly gone deaf. shame, that.
but there's a low, simmering heat that makes a place for itself once more in the pit of his stomach as vash looks at him, practically drinks him in and he is going to be smug about that, though it stands to reason that his brother will have his own turn in time — or would, if he were the sort — because once nai gets him out of every stitch of clothing he has on his person, he's going to worship every single inch of him. top to bottom, bottom back up to top and everything in between, because he deserves to have the weight of caring hands on his skin.
loving hands. and in his own way, that's all nai has ever done. love him down to the marrow of his bones, even if he realizes that it's been in the wrong way. he's going to fix that. he's going to fix them —
so enraptured is he by his brother's gaze on him that it gives the younger the advantage he both wants and needs; nai does end up on his back, blink dazedly and almost owlishly up at the other as he remains upright, stunned enough to not give any immediate response, though it wouldn't have been a negative one even if he'd managed it.
he … likes the view he has from this angle. still with his thighs on either side of his hips, hands pressed tight to his chest, yes … he finds he doesn't mind this in the slightest.
his head might have bonked against the floor a bit, yes, but he accepts that apology* kiss for what it is and allows himself to get all wrapped up in the feeling of those soft lips moving lower, mapping him out as he wants to, in turn, and ends up so deliciously distracted that the bite brings a startled almost squawk out of him, especially with that laugh. you little — )
Gremlin. ( he breathes, but it isn't a hiss, and it sounds strangely affectionate. a word they'd learned from one of the many storybooks rem had read to them as children, this one in particular describing a playful, impish sort of thing that may or may not be trusted. his eyes narrow, but it's nothing but playful. )
Pleased with yourself?
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Like he's going to wake up back on Noman's Land, with the dust and the heat and he's going to scream. But he very purposefully tears his thoughts away from that, his expression dropping only momentarily before it's replaced again with something for Now.
The chuckle Nai's reaction gets out of him is definitely impish, the sound colored by the way he tilts his head to one side, the mess of blond locks on his head flopping with the motion. The expression on his face makes the corners of his eyes crinkle, the finest of lines dusting across the bridge of his nose in the same way. It's little things like these that those sunglasses so easily tuck away and keep private, little micro-expressions that he's so prone to having. ]
Mm. Maybe. [ He's never had this kind of advantage before over his brother. He thinks for a moment, letting his hands slide lower over the taught muscles that make up his brother's torso, and lower still over the ones that lead down over his abdomen. This way, his hands are practically resting where his legs straddle Nai, the half-discarded body suit already tangled there too. ] You started it.
[ As if to make a point he very carefully, pointedly arches his neck to expose the bite mark that's bloomed over his neck (even though he hasn't seen it, he knows it's there), the purple splotch at his collarbone only a short distance away. It's only fair, if he gets to make his own mark. He'll even be generous and keep it to one (for now) considering that Nai's skin is so pristine. But what he does do is shift down, possibly not quite as gracefully as one could, but close enough— and he presses another kiss to his brother's stomach, above his navel, just where the muscles swell then dip down.
It's his hands that are mischievous this time, gliding over the lines of Nai's hips, fingers curling into and tugging at that stupid, half-unzipped body suit. His lips find soft skin just above fabric and he presses a very pointed kiss there, teeth dragging over the spot like he's trying to see what kind of new, exciting reaction he can garner. ]
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perhaps this place isn't so terrible, after all. even if he's still learning his way around being human. it isn't something he thinks he's likely to ever get truly used to.
he reaches up to thread pale fingers through golden hair when his brother's head tips to the side, as that laugh comes out of him; it's one more reason to touch him, really, without there needing to be a reason behind such a simple thing in the first place, but then … vash had always been the tactile one, hadn't he? so easy and open with his affection toward himself and rem that there had been enough physical touch to go around for the three of them combined.
he's learning that he likes the simplicity of touch. fingers in hair, the brush of knuckles over skin warmer than his own. the press of lips against lips that he has already found he doesn't want to go without, now that he's gotten a taste of them.
and even with all this softness, it doesn't keep him from clicking his teeth in the other's direction. not sharply, or threatening by any means. he's playing in his own way. ) Does that mean you intend to finish it?
( the question comes out of him in a lower rumble than his voice had been a moment earlier, eyes already gone hooded and a shade or two darker in the interim. his gaze passes over the mark at his neck, the one at his collarbone and shifts into something possessive, because yes, i did that, those are the marks of my teeth and they belong on you.
and yes, fair is fair, in the long run. vash is more than welcome to leave his share of marks across the canvas that is his brother's body if he wants. he'll find no complaints here.
the kiss above his navel makes his stomach muscles tighten, tense beneath the press of his mouth but it isn't out of any measure of discomfort; more to the point, it's in anticipation that he watches every little minute shift of movement as vash maps out the lines of him, fingers dipping beneath fabric and exposing more of him with each passing second, and there is no denying the way he pushes slightly upward into the drag of his teeth.
a small sound catches in the back of his throat, and it's not quite a moan, but ir's getting there. ) You're teasing. ( it's supposed to sound accusatory … but it comes out just this side of breathless. )
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