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[ Nai has been here at least a day or two, and one way or another Vash has convinced both Wolfwood and his brother that it's a good idea to have him stay in the little mushroom house Wolfwood and he call home with their little dragon. Vash has made it a point to bug his brother about eating and drinking as much as he can, to no real effect thusfar.
Why he thinks the two bags full of snacks and drinks is going to make any difference is a mystery to likely anyone who knows the situation. It doesn't stop him though, because like Nai, Vash is just as stubborn and unwilling to deviate from his chosen path. Said path just happens to be to keep his brother alive by feeding him.
He steps inside, ducking through the door to settle his gaze on a sight that's still strange but not unwelcome. ]
...Nai, I brought some things for you to try. [ He holds up the bags, full of convenient snacks, sweet and salty. ] There's got to be something here you'll like.
[ It's gentle prodding but there's something very steely and stubborn in Vash's voice as he holds out one bag for Nai to investigate. ]
Why he thinks the two bags full of snacks and drinks is going to make any difference is a mystery to likely anyone who knows the situation. It doesn't stop him though, because like Nai, Vash is just as stubborn and unwilling to deviate from his chosen path. Said path just happens to be to keep his brother alive by feeding him.
He steps inside, ducking through the door to settle his gaze on a sight that's still strange but not unwelcome. ]
...Nai, I brought some things for you to try. [ He holds up the bags, full of convenient snacks, sweet and salty. ] There's got to be something here you'll like.
[ It's gentle prodding but there's something very steely and stubborn in Vash's voice as he holds out one bag for Nai to investigate. ]
( it's been β¦ an adjustment, to say the very least of it; it's one thing to be in such close proximity with his brother again, something like an unsettling ( and unbidden ) sense of longing wedging itself in the center of his chest at just being able to have something so seemingly normal with him again, but to include the one he'd had such high hopes for contributing to his cause β
yeah, to say it's been an adjustment is putting ittaco bell mildly, and that isn't even pausing to take into consideration that he's still getting used to being effectively human.
vash has been pestering him to eat, to drink, to sleep like he's supposed to and it should come as no surprise to anyone involved that he's leaning hard in the opposite direction out of sheer spite. he's never needed to eat, or drink, or sleep and he's not about to start now, regardless of how adamant his body is about reminding him that he isn't the same independent he'd been before he'd taken a laser directly to the face.
when vash comes in, nai is wrapped up in the only article of clothing he has to his name ( not to mention the only article of clothing he's ever really worn, but that's neither here nor there ), looking slightly less than the hooded villain he'd made himself out to be previously but still just a liiiittle like senator palpatine with the way he's huddled up, all but curled in on himself in a vain attempt to fight off the pains in his abdomen that he refuses to acknowledge as hunger pains.
but. ruh roh. he knows that tone when he hears it β this isn't going to be easy. )
You're never going to stop your pestering, are you? ( he cares about your wellbeing, you crotchknuckle.
show some respect for your baby brother! )
yeah, to say it's been an adjustment is putting it
vash has been pestering him to eat, to drink, to sleep like he's supposed to and it should come as no surprise to anyone involved that he's leaning hard in the opposite direction out of sheer spite. he's never needed to eat, or drink, or sleep and he's not about to start now, regardless of how adamant his body is about reminding him that he isn't the same independent he'd been before he'd taken a laser directly to the face.
when vash comes in, nai is wrapped up in the only article of clothing he has to his name ( not to mention the only article of clothing he's ever really worn, but that's neither here nor there ), looking slightly less than the hooded villain he'd made himself out to be previously but still just a liiiittle like senator palpatine with the way he's huddled up, all but curled in on himself in a vain attempt to fight off the pains in his abdomen that he refuses to acknowledge as hunger pains.
but. ruh roh. he knows that tone when he hears it β this isn't going to be easy. )
You're never going to stop your pestering, are you? ( he cares about your wellbeing, you crotchknuckle.
show some respect for your baby brother! )
No.
[ No, he's not. Not so long as they're stuck here, together, with the need to eat, drink and sleep. Vash has adjusted easily enough, he's always tended to do those things just because he wanted to. He knew this was going to be rough for Nai, one way or another.
He watches his brother in all his hooded, hermity glory, his lips set in a almost neutral frown. He looks down at the bag and lifts it up to fish through it, trying to find something that might suit his brother's tastes.
Not that he has the first clue what that might be.
So what he fishes out is something that looks suspiciously like some kind of honey bun. He opens up the package, the plastic crinkling a little as he does so. He plops down the bag and moves to climb onto the couch, crawling into Nai's personal space like some sort of uncoordinated gazelle. He holds out the package as he leans in, one hand on the back of the couch while the other holds the treat out.
Like he's trying to feed a feral dog. ]
So. Eat. [ he pauses, waggling the honeybun. ]please
[ No, he's not. Not so long as they're stuck here, together, with the need to eat, drink and sleep. Vash has adjusted easily enough, he's always tended to do those things just because he wanted to. He knew this was going to be rough for Nai, one way or another.
He watches his brother in all his hooded, hermity glory, his lips set in a almost neutral frown. He looks down at the bag and lifts it up to fish through it, trying to find something that might suit his brother's tastes.
Not that he has the first clue what that might be.
So what he fishes out is something that looks suspiciously like some kind of honey bun. He opens up the package, the plastic crinkling a little as he does so. He plops down the bag and moves to climb onto the couch, crawling into Nai's personal space like some sort of uncoordinated gazelle. He holds out the package as he leans in, one hand on the back of the couch while the other holds the treat out.
Like he's trying to feed a feral dog. ]
So. Eat. [ he pauses, waggling the honeybun. ]please
( no. of course he hadn't been expecting anything else out of him, but he had to ask anyway.
vash has always been β¦ adaptive, to be sure, rolling with things as they come at him where nai himself has always been a little too set in his ways, steadfast in his own beliefs and already older than his years when he'd only had one to have tucked under his belt. he hadn't thought this whole situation would be difficult to acclimate to β he still doesn't β even if he's beginning to understand the meaning of the phrase hunger pains.
stupid human body. he doesn't think he's ever been so disgusted by anything before.
( and your brother doesn't know what his tastes are either, vash. you'll be going on this adventure hand in hand. so to speak. )
he eyes him warily as he clamors onto the couch ( uncoordinated gazelle indeed, but it's β¦ undeniably endearing, in a way ) gaze shifting between the other's own bright blue eyes and what he holds out in front of him, the latter of which smells almost too sweet, but that doesn't stop his stomach from giving a lurch at the notion that an answer to the hunger pains problem is mere inches away from his face.
he sniffs, and it's meant to be in derision but the scent of the pastry only proves to make his mouth water. and he hates it.
stupid, traitorous human body. ) No. ( a pause. ) β¦ Thank you. ( at least he's being polite ( ??? ) about it? )
vash has always been β¦ adaptive, to be sure, rolling with things as they come at him where nai himself has always been a little too set in his ways, steadfast in his own beliefs and already older than his years when he'd only had one to have tucked under his belt. he hadn't thought this whole situation would be difficult to acclimate to β he still doesn't β even if he's beginning to understand the meaning of the phrase hunger pains.
stupid human body. he doesn't think he's ever been so disgusted by anything before.
( and your brother doesn't know what his tastes are either, vash. you'll be going on this adventure hand in hand. so to speak. )
he eyes him warily as he clamors onto the couch ( uncoordinated gazelle indeed, but it's β¦ undeniably endearing, in a way ) gaze shifting between the other's own bright blue eyes and what he holds out in front of him, the latter of which smells almost too sweet, but that doesn't stop his stomach from giving a lurch at the notion that an answer to the hunger pains problem is mere inches away from his face.
he sniffs, and it's meant to be in derision but the scent of the pastry only proves to make his mouth water. and he hates it.
stupid, traitorous human body. ) No. ( a pause. ) β¦ Thank you. ( at least he's being polite ( ??? ) about it? )
Nai. You HAVE to eat! Why do you have to be so stubborn? You're not going to survive if you don't eat! This place MAKES you different!
[ He's not in Nai's lap, not yet, his reach still awkward. He looks down and back though despite not moving the honeybun any further away, almost like he's contemplating it to get closer. ]
I don't want to make you eat it, Nai but I will if I have to.
[ A bold statement, but a little bit of brotherly violence is worth keeping Knives alive, if that's what it'll take. As he says this he swings one long leg over Knive's waist, however that works, fully intending on settling his full weight on wherever he's managing to sit. ]
One bite. Try it.
[ No please this time. He is clearly not taking even a polite no. ]
[ He's not in Nai's lap, not yet, his reach still awkward. He looks down and back though despite not moving the honeybun any further away, almost like he's contemplating it to get closer. ]
I don't want to make you eat it, Nai but I will if I have to.
[ A bold statement, but a little bit of brotherly violence is worth keeping Knives alive, if that's what it'll take. As he says this he swings one long leg over Knive's waist, however that works, fully intending on settling his full weight on wherever he's managing to sit. ]
One bite. Try it.
[ No please this time. He is clearly not taking even a polite no. ]
I've been all right so far, haven't I? ( 'fine' being a very β¦ speculative term, to be perfectly honest, because those hunger pains are really beginning to get to him and sooner or later he's going to end up passing out from the weakness that comes from being this bloody stubborn about something as normal as eating.
normal for humans, he would say. and he is not.
he's probably going to stick to that line of thought for the duration of his stay in this place, never quite learning better, but. stubborn is as stubborn does.
( that isn't how the saying goes, but nobody here needs to know that. )
his eyes narrow as vash closes the distance between them, what little there is to begin with and especially with what comes out of his mouth next β ) Will you? ( he actually laughs, but it doesn't last very long. more a bark of laughter than anything else. ) That sounds a little less passive than you usually are.
( nai can't really sink any further into the couch than he has already, but when his brother swings his leg over his waist he does his level best, even if there is no denying that the space between them is negligible.
his expression doesn't change, mouth set in a firm line, eyes almost like chips of ice. ) I don't need it.
normal for humans, he would say. and he is not.
he's probably going to stick to that line of thought for the duration of his stay in this place, never quite learning better, but. stubborn is as stubborn does.
( that isn't how the saying goes, but nobody here needs to know that. )
his eyes narrow as vash closes the distance between them, what little there is to begin with and especially with what comes out of his mouth next β ) Will you? ( he actually laughs, but it doesn't last very long. more a bark of laughter than anything else. ) That sounds a little less passive than you usually are.
( nai can't really sink any further into the couch than he has already, but when his brother swings his leg over his waist he does his level best, even if there is no denying that the space between them is negligible.
his expression doesn't change, mouth set in a firm line, eyes almost like chips of ice. ) I don't need it.
( continued from here. )
( 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 β 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 β not far, just enough to take in a breath and he should do that, too, maybe β 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?
[ He doesn't want to talk. He STILL doesn't want to think. It would have been so much easier if Nai had just accepted the apology without clarification. Vash wouldn't have to try and untangle the threads of thought and emotions currently doing their best to knot together indecipherably. Vash swallows back words, his head shaking in the negative just a little as his arms tighten again and he pulls just that much closer like if he lets go he's going to wake up on the floor alone. ]
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. ]
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. ]
( it's knives who should be apologizing, not vash. not by a long shot; all the things he's done since he'd crashed the ships, all the bloodshed and heartache and everything he tells himself he's done for the sake of bringing them back together, of making vash understand that they should never have been separated in the first place.
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 spaceleft for jesus for 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. )
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
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. )
[ He's almost certain he would never have heard an apology from Nai. He's never thought he was wrong, not once. To hear it come from his brother's lips gets a shocked exhale punched from Vash's lungs, and an all new set of tears threaten to well up in the corners of his eyes.
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. ]
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. ]
( an apology like that is never going to be enough to mend what's been stretched between them for so long β but it's a start. nai has never felt he was in the wrong before, not when he crashed the ships, not when he appeared to show no remorse at rem having been a casualty, not in his ruthless journey to find vash and bring him back to him once and for all.
but things change, don't they? at the very least β¦ 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. )
but things change, don't they? at the very least β¦ 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. )
[ It's hard to maintain his self-deprecating when every time the mask slips in front of anyone and it shows he gets called out relentlessly. By Nicholas, by the friends he's managed to gather despite himself. It's harder still now that he's been given a moment to relax, a chance to think about things he wants for himself, despite still struggling with allowing any of it. Maybe this is one of those times where he's desperately clawing towards something he wants but doesn't really know what to do or where to go with it.
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. ]
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. ]
( you have always kind of worn your heart on your sleeve, vash, that much isn't exactly news; but the longer he finds himself here, the more he thinks he might actually have to be grateful for the people he's taken to keeping the company of. he might not have met very many of him, homebodied recluse that he has a tendency to be even on the best of days, but β¦ that's just the thing of it. vash needs people, whether he chooses to realize it for himself or not.
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 β¦ 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 β¦ ( against his mouth, followed by an increasingly heated kiss. )
Is this all right?
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 β¦ 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 β¦ ( against his mouth, followed by an increasingly heated kiss. )
Is this all right?
You're blushing.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
I am not. ( and this is what it's come to, is it β¦ being bullied by your crybaby little brother. in all fairness, he deserves more than that just for the sake of being who he is, but coming from vash β¦ it makes that flush deepen, just a little bit, but don't you dare say a damned thing about it!
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 β )
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. )
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 β )
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. )
[ There's so much to be said about the way Nai looks at him, the expression on his face something so new and different and startling that Vash is motionless when his proverbial safety blanket is pulled away from his face. He blinks once, then twice, so unused to looking at the world without his sunglasses. The hands on his face do a little to quell the panic swirling in his stomach.
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. ]
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. ]
( he's always thought his brother to be a thing of beauty, even when they were younger and still had rem to fuss over them for things like birthday parties; he's always been a silly boy, goofy in a way that nai himself can't relate to but the blue of his eyes, the almost golden tint to his skin, the way his smiles never fail to make even the darkest spaces so much brighter β
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 β because vash deserves that much β 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. )
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 β because vash deserves that much β 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. )
[ When they were younger, barely a year or so old, Nai was ever-present in his life, in a way that even Rem wasn't. It's undeniable that Vash loved...LOVES Rem, but Nai was a grounding presence, a presence that he constantly gravitated towards no matter what. He learned piano for Nai on some level back then, an unconscious effort to deepen the bond that he would ever have with one other person in the universe. He realizes as he sits where he is, pressed to his brother's body, that perhaps they'd rubberband back together no matter what they did, inevitable.
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. ]
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. ]
( he'd thought they would always be together. the only two souls in the entirety of the universe meant to be tied as closely together as they had been then and he still thinks that, even if there's a whole hell of a lot of mending to do, more on his part than vash's, because everything that had driven them apart had been his fault to begin with.
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 β )
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. )
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 β )
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. )
[ What? Like he can do it on command? Something about the tone of Naiβs words however, has Vash's mouth run dry anyway even as a breathy laugh almost ALMOST leaves his mouth. He might have even had something to say about it but the sharp, painful sensation of teeth digging into his neck aborts his ability to form cohesive words. Instead, he gasps in a sharp breath of air, the grip on his brother's hair tightening, tugging but not in an attempt to pull him away.
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 brotherβs 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. Donβt want so much. That ugly little voice doesnβt 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 heβs 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 Naiβs 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 brotherβs 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 Naiβs grip rests, pushing into skin thatβs already red from the drag of short nails. He doesnβt hesitate this time, gently guiding Naiβs hand up beyond the cloth of his top and over the expanse of skin underneath. ]
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 brotherβs 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. Donβt want so much. That ugly little voice doesnβt 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 heβs 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 Naiβs 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 brotherβs 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 Naiβs grip rests, pushing into skin thatβs already red from the drag of short nails. He doesnβt hesitate this time, gently guiding Naiβs hand up beyond the cloth of his top and over the expanse of skin underneath. ]
( look, it isn't like he has a whole lot of coherent thought going on in his own head at the moment, all right? not with every sound out of vash coming sweeter than the one before it, things he'd never thought he would hear and things he isn't supposed to in the first place, but he's already thinking that it's going to be a problem in the sense that he's going to become addicted to them.
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 β 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. )
βVash.
( 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 boyβ
My Vash.
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 β 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. )
βVash.
( 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 boyβ
My Vash.
Edited (i really need more icons where he isn't just deadass screaming sighs) 2023-09-18 20:14 (UTC)
[ There's no helping it, a hushed laugh is punched out of his lungs the moment his vision is blocked off by the removal of his turtleneck up over his head. He moves his arms to make it just a little bit easier, and once the cool air of the little mushroom hits his skin he almost immediately shivers. Skin prickles up his spine and over his shoulders, the sensation ricocheting all the way back down his arms to his hands where they hold their positions over Nai's wandering ones.
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. ]
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. ]
It can't be embarrassing if it's true, can it?
( 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 β¦ 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. )
( 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 β¦ 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. )
Haha, Nai, what book of pickup lines have you been reading? [ It's a playful deflection, one that utilizes one of those smiles Vash is so quick to slap on his face. ] No. No one's ever said anything like that before.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
They make books for things like that? ( he asks ( again, rhetorically ) as he nips at the line of his brother's mouth; not sharply, barely even enough to register against the split he's inflicted himself but maybe β¦ maybe bringing the taste of blood back with it again as he pulls back, because pardon you, mister the stampede.
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 β¦ 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 β¦ 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 β 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 β 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. )
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 β¦ 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 β¦ 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 β 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 β 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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