Note: Yeah, I know…she’s still talking! Just need to tell you something. The characters are a bit OOC. Enjoy!
 
 

Cigarettes and Candy
 
 

I walked into the small shed to find him sitting on the floor, his cross leaning against the wall. The canvas had been removed and was sitting in a bundle on the far left, while all the belts used to keep the canvas strapped around the cross were hanging around his neck. He was holding one of his .45 caliber pistols while the other eight or nine, (who really cares how many there are) were littered around him. He was loading the pistol he held in his hand while puffing slightly at one of his cigarettes. He looked extremely cool. His black suit half opened, his dark hair ruffled and his bangs falling over his light blue eyes. Beads of sweat trailing down his forehead, following the curves of his cheeks, trailing down past his chin, neck and chest, to disappear in his shirt. He looked more then cool, he was this something, and I don’t know what to call it. All I know is that he had this aura of bad boy perfection that was turning me on.

Then to make matters worse, he looked at me. His blue eyes lighting up and a grin spreading across his face. Waving to me, his eyes still locked with mine while I felt my body move towards his.

It was like my mind and body were not one any more. My body moved on its own accord and my mind just watched Nicholas D. Wolfwood as he grinned at me and wiped the sweat from his neck. I licked my, suddenly dry, lips and sat down.

"So, what brings you to this sauna on such an unbearably hot day." He said to me, grinning brightly and the cigarette in his mouth moving up and down as he spoke. Kami-sama, he looked so sleazy right then, but then that added to his coolness. I really can’t think of a better word to describe him. It seemed that no word was worthy enough to describe Nicholas D. Wolfwood.

I shrugged carelessly and answered his question. "Bored." He grinned again; his grin was infuriating and yet, so lovely, so enchanting.

"Bored, huh?" he said, "Expecting me to find a cure for your boredom?" I shrugged again, watching as he opened the rest of the buttons on his blazer and shirt, now showing his perfect, sweat-slicked chest. Kami-sama, was he trying to kill me!

I think he was because he ran his hand down his chest again, wiping the sweat away and then shaking his hand, to remove the sweat from it, finally wiping it off on his shirt. What a pig, what a sexy pig!

"I don’t know if I can do anything for your boredom." He said after a few moments of silence. I was content with the silence really. Watching him as he loaded all of his guns, watching as the leather belts moved across his skin as he moved his neck. It was becoming hotter by the moment but I didn’t care, I’d live with the heat. Shit, I’d put up with the fires of Hell if I could just be able to watch him touch himself again, even the most innocent of touches would do.

There was another silence as he checked all his guns again, making sure each was loaded and cleaned and that none would jam at the wrong moments. He moved his hands over the barrel of his gun; his long, piano fingers seemed to caress the silver colored metal, and I found myself having trouble breathing.

"Are you okay?" He asked, placing the gun he had been recently fondling, on the floor. He cocked his head a little to the side, looking at me curiously, the cigarette in his mouth almost finished and about ready to fall out of his mouth.

"You having trouble breathing?" He asked me. "Maybe it’s too hot for you in here. You’re sweating a lot. I think you should take off your jacket before you get heat stroke or something."

I shook my head, I don’t think I could have spoken if I wanted to. He rolled his eyes and moved closer to me. My eyes widened as he raised those beautiful hands up to my jacket and began to undo the buttons.

"Wolfwood, what the hell are you doing!" I asked, finally finding my voice. He rolled his eyes again.

"What does it look like I’m doing?" he retorted. "That thing is too hot for a day like today, in a place like this." He waved carelessly to shed we were in with one hand while the other hand continued to unbutton my jacket.

"I’m fine!" I said, swatting his hands away. He growled slightly, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and turning it off on the bottom of his yellow loafers before flicking it away. He then turned back to me.

"Don’t be a fool." He said and jumped on top of me, the force making me fall backwards on to the floor.

This was not what I needed at the moment. I did not need Nicholas D. Wolfwood looming above me, straddling my hips as he tried to remove my jacket.

"Quit struggling, it’ll only make matters worse!" He grumbled as I tried to get him off me, hoping to Kami-sama that he wouldn’t feel my rapidly growing arousal.

"Wolfwood!" I scream out angrily as he finally removed my jacket. "Why’d the hell did you do that!"

"Because it’s hot!" he yelled back, his blue eyes staring straight into mine. His eyes are beautiful, especially when full of anger. They seem to come a blaze with the intensity of the emotion.

Speaking of emotions, boy was I feeling some then! Along with a whole shit load of other things. He was still straddling me, I guess he forgot to get off, (like I mind) his body pressed against mine, our faces close—not close enough, but close. Not to mention it was hot as Hell. My heart was beating a million iles per hour, my throat suddenly went dry along with my lips and that, oh so lovely arousal that seemed to get bigger the longer we stayed like this. Oh yeah, lust. I was feeling lust. And I needed to have him. All of him; so I could do things to him no one else would ever be able to do. A need to possess him and be possessed by him.

The need was quickly over powering me, and I didn’t know how to regain the control I was losing. Until finally one of my gloved hands reached up and touched his cheek. He looked down at me, brows pressed together in confusion—cute—and his mouth opened to speak.

Here was the opening I was waiting for.

My hand moved from his cheek to the nape of his neck, where I pulled him down to me and pressed our lips together. Kami-sama, his lips were so soft, it was almost heaven. See, it would have been heaven if he had kissed back. But he hadn’t. Well, it wasn’t like I really cared, I was to busy tasting him, feeling his lips against mine to care.

My eyes had slid shut what seemed like an eternity ago, to better concentrate on his lips. My tongue traveling across his lips begging for entrance, until I couldn’t stand it anymore and I plunged right in—tasting him. And he tasted of exactly what I thought he would, cigarettes. Cigarettes and candy, not just one candy, but this strange melding of all of them. It was delicious, he was delicious.

He was trembling when he finally pulled away from me. My eyes opened slowly and I could feel him removing himself from my body. I used my elbows to push myself up as I watched him watch me.

His long, slender fingers were touching his lips, in this odd sort of way. Like, if he couldn’t believe what was going on. His eyes wide in shock while staring at me.

"Va—what?" He stammered, "Why—What the Hell!"

He was out of shock. I was afraid that he was furious. I sat up completely, looking down at the floor, ashamed, angry and afraid. Ashamed of what I had done, angry with myself for doing it and afraid that he hated me, that he would never want to be near me again.

"Wolfwood, I—" I didn’t finish, words were lost to me. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t exactly say ‘Wolfwood, I love you!’ because it wasn’t true. Yes, I felt something for him, but it wasn’t love.

I looked up to see him looking down at me, his fingertips still touching his lips. But this time there was a different look on his face. This time, he looked like he was remembering. I looked at him, confused. He couldn’t be remembering the kiss, could he?

As I lowered my eyes again, I noticed it. There was a bulge in his pants! My eyes widened to the size of saucers. Millions of thoughts rushing through my head, it felt like millions of bullets—each one containing a thought—were whizzing in my brain.

He was aroused? He liked it? He really liked it? He was aroused not disgusted! He liked it, not hated it! But he was scared, yeah I could tell that from his eyes. And I was not surprised, these kinds of things aren’t exactly normal. And this changed so much between us. I’ll be honest, I was scared too.

But, as the fact that he liked the kiss finally sank into my head, I found myself becoming bolder. Wanting to do it again, wanting to do so many other things to him.

I stood and walked over to him. He was standing by the far right wall, his back pressed against it. I absently noticed there was a hook above his head and wondered why there was a hook so high up. But that wasn’t important so I shook the thought out of my head, concentrating on Wolfwood, on making sure that he wouldn’t run away—or shoot me—because of fear.

I pressed myself against him the minute I reached him and he gasped, his eyes becoming wide.

"Vash?"

I hushed him, pressing one of my fingers on his soft lips, my eyes were half hooded and there was a lazy grin on my lips.

"Don’t say anything." I kissed him and I could feel him freeze against me and then begin to tremble slightly. Who ever thought Wolfwood, the same guy who followed me without a gun to save a random girl from ancient robotic creatures, was scared of a kiss! But as we kissed, I realized that it wasn’t fear that was making him tremble—well not completely—but pleasure. He was enjoying this. And how did I discover this? Well, it might have had something to do with the fact that I could feel his arousal against my thigh.

I smiled against his lips, my hands slipping down his body to intertwine with his. He was breathing hard, he was so easily excitable. It was so easy to drive him crazy, which, in turn, drove me crazy.

My lips grazed across his cheek, feeling the stubble there, and closed over his earlobe, suckling slightly. He gasped and then murmured my name. That was heaven, holding him close, our chests pressed against each other, the sound of his ragged breath and the taste of his skin. His smell was all around me and it was intoxicating, driving me crazy.

I had to have him, all of him. Make him mine and only mine. I kissed my way down his neck, down his collarbone towards his heaving chest as I removed his jacket and shirt. He made soft mewling sounds, which only resulted in turning me on even more. All I could think of was taking him, becoming one with him. Now that I think back, it was almost a primal need.

"Vash…" He never had a chance to finish because that was when I ran my tongue over his nipple, all he could do was moan after that. I didn’t care, no words were needed. He wasn’t asking me to stop so I let my instincts take over.

He continued to whimper, his hands running through my hair, his whole body trembling with need. I found myself thinking of other ways to torture him. Pay back for all the times he did things that turned me on and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. He is so beautiful, so wonderful, so Wolfwood.

I raised my head and capture his lips again, my tongue delving into his wet cavern, mapping everything out, memorizing every crevice. I felt his hands run down my body and then up again. His hands stopping at the hem of my shirt.

Now I know, I should have just let him pull my shirt off. It would have made things go faster, easier maybe. But I didn’t. Wolfwood does something to me, I don’t know how to explain it. It’s just that having him there, writhing and moaning because of my teasing and kisses does something to me. It makes me feel possessive and it gives me this strange power rush.

I’ll be honest, as much of a kind-hearted pacifist I am in public, behind the scenes I’m a bit of a sadist. I love to over power my lover. Hey, a person is entitled to their oddities, contradictions, and hypocrisies!

But anyway, back to the story.

I pulled away from his lips and took hold of his hands. Kissing them as I bent down to pick up one of the many belts that had fallen from around his neck, since this little escapade had begun, and wrapping them around his wrist.

"Vash, what’re you doing?" he asked trying to pull his now bound wrist away. I look up at him, my eyes wide and showing nothing but innocence (been taking lessons from Milly). Then I stood and hooked his bound wrists above his head, on that hook I noticed earlier. "Vash!"

I quieted him with another kiss, my hands roaming his body. He was still struggling, but I could feel the arousal in his pants becoming larger. I grinned, making a trail of kisses from his lips to his neck, then stopping to leave a love bite…a mark…my mark.

I took a few steps back, taking in the sight of Wolfwood—my Wolfwood—bound, sweaty and aroused. He actually looked kind of helpless. The key words there are: kind of. But what’s even more amusing is that he still looked sleazy. But he’s always looked that way so it didn’t exactly bother me.

"Ah…Vash, either do something or let me loose." I grinned at him, after the initial shook of things he gets extremely demanding and even more alluring.

I looked at him again, taking hold of the hem of my shirt. And then I hesitated. Yes, I hesitated. Why? Well, I remembered what my chest looked liked. It’s not exactly the most eye-pleasing thing around. Not like his, which is perfect, mine is marred with the cost of my ideals and I was afraid he would be disgusted by it.

I released the hem of my shirt and I noticed the disappointment and confusion in his eyes. There was also fear and I didn’t know why. I stepped forward and kissed him again. I don’t think I could ever get enough of those lips. Then I moved southward, catching hardened brown nubs between my teeth. He moaned, loudly.

My hands were busy too. Running down his torso, unbuckling his belt, then the top button of his pants and finally pulling down the zipper. Kami-sama, what the sound of that zipper did to my erection.

I lowered my head, leaving a trail of saliva from his left nipple all the way down to his navel; my tongue entered the small indentation and then pulled out. I repeated the action many times as I pulled down his pants and his boxers.

He is more beautiful then I had ever imagined. I wonder how many more clichés I can spit out before this thing is over.

But that’s beside the point. I couldn’t help but look at him for a few seconds. Just taking his beauty in. I won’t spew out thousands of descriptions, sonnets and analogies on his beauty. Because that would bore you and I, not to mention, am no poet, but I will tell you that he took my breath away. And I couldn’t fight—didn’t want to fight—the urge to worship that well-toned, tanned body. To run my fingers over him, enclose my fingers around him and listen to his little moans of pleasure, his calls for me to continue. I wanted to do so many things, watch how they took their tolls on his body, watch as I took him over the edge.

Maybe I am a fool for wanting this. Maybe I should have just taken him like I had originally wanted to. Becoming attached, especially when one was a wanted gunman with a mentally imbalanced brother, was never a smart thing. But, I guess there was nothing I could do. I wanted him. And maybe he wanted me. All that was known was that we had already crossed a bridge and there was no turning back, we were in too deep.

And was it so bad?

I placed a soft kiss on the tip on his erection, listening to the sharp gasp that he made with no small amount of pleasure. He was once again trembling, moaning, calling out my name.

So easily excitable, so hypersensitive, so utterly intoxicating.

I pulled off his shoes and finished taking off his pants and underwear. He looked at me, smiling sheepishly. He was a bit embarrassed. Understandable, though surprising as it was. I smiled back at him, standing and kissing the tip of his nose.

Once more, I ran my hands over his body, mapping out everything. I wanted to know him like I knew myself, like no one else would know. I dragged my lips over any sensitive area I found, delighting in the small sounds he made, the sound of the hook rattling as he tried to free himself.

"Vash…" he gasped. "Let me touch you." It was said very slowly and whispered so softly one would almost miss it. But of course I didn’t, being so attentive to him at the moment, anything he did or said was noticed immediately.

I grinned up at him, wondering if I should comply, if I should release him. That little part of me that wanted to dominate told me no. But that other part of me, the one that wanted to please, said yes. That it would be better for both of us.

As I considered it, I decided to nuzzle my nose into his pubic hair. For no real reason, except that I wanted to. I just really wanted to, so I did. I heard him hiss, most likely a strange new feeling. Well, if he hadn’t felt it before, which was not probable.

I don’t like to fool myself, I might be an optimist but I’m no fool. Just because I was a virgin doesn’t mean he was too. It’s amusing how I’m the inexperienced one but yet, he’s the one tied and writhing.

Saa, maybe fantasizing is good for something.

"Vash?"

I smiled at him as an answer. He knew what I meant and he almost seemed to pout. Now, that was cute. I smiled and decided to make it up to him.

I placed a kiss at the base of his erection, then trailed soft, feather-light kisses all the way up to the tip. He gasped, thrusting forward. Another smile graced my lips. My tongue snaking out, caressing the tip of his manhood, my fingers making patterns on his thighs, up and up my fingers crept until they reached balls, where I began to caress them softly.

He groaned loudly, whimpering my name. Damn that was a turn on. I was starting to lose whatever little control I had. I wanted him. I wanted him bad.

Lifting his legs over my shoulders, I moved my tongue from his erection downward towards his balls. Stopping there, I started making little swirls and such on the sack. He continued to groan and moan and that kept me going. I continued to move onward towards his opening, my tongue gently grazing the small ring of muscle.

I heard a small gasp and then his legs tightened around my neck. He could really be hypersensitive sometimes. I smiled continuing my ministrations, enjoying the sound of his little moans and groans. It felt good to have this power over him. Wolfwood was so hard to shake, nothing or no one could really get to him. But I was doing just that. Nicholas D Wolfwood was at my mercy…so to speak.

I swear I could be just as bad as my brother sometimes. It scares me.

I continued to lap at his opening, pushing my tongue in sometimes and enjoying the sounds of pleasure these little actions would emit from the dark haired priest. Sounds that were made of my doing, it was such a beautiful rush of power.

I think I could have gone on forever just pleasuring him and trying to see how many different sounds I could get out of him. But I had needs too. Needs that did not want to be ignored any more. I had a throbbing erection that demanded to be inside of him, to feel those inner walls around it.

Understandable, I maybe a plant but I’m a male first and foremost.

Pulling back once more, I stood, raising myself so that I was at eye level with this beautiful, smoky eyed priest. He looked at me with those same smoky blue eyes, but this time they were clouded with lust. It was a lust for me.

I leaned forward so that our noses were touching and smiled somewhat cheekily at him. He glared at me making me want to kiss him, which I then did. While my fingers ghosted over his body making him moan into my mouth.

"Fuckin’ tease…" he said after I pulled away. I smiled at him, leaning in to capture his lips again in a quick kiss. As I said before, I could have done this all day…but if I had I know I would have done some kind of damage to an important part of myself.

"Wolfwood, I want you." I whispered in his ear, licking the inner shell.

"No…shit." He gasped arching a bit into my touch.

"Can I have you?"

"Do I have a choice?" I smiled again. Did it really seem like I would rape him? Did he really think I was capable of that?

No he didn’t, because he was smiling too. But that wasn’t an answer, so I asked again. Wolfwood looked at me as if I was the biggest fool in the world.

"Tongari, if I didn’t want this," He said giving that strange lopsided grin of his. "I would have shot you."

Laughing, I nodded in agreement. Then pressed another kiss to those kiss-bruised lips. My tongue snaking into his mouth, caressing his and getting into a dance in a sea of saliva. It amuses me how disgusting that can sound but yet, when you’re doing it, it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world.

As we were kissing, I began to unzip my pants letting them pool around my ankles. I shuffled—never breaking the kiss—a bit closer and raised his legs to my waist. He got the clue and wrapped them around my waist, pulling me closer to him as he did so.

We pulled apart for air and I looked into his eyes, making sure there was no hesitance or sign of a change in mind, but I saw nothing but lust and expectancy and a few other things. So without breaking eye contact, I thrust into him. He winced, closing his eyes tightly as I moved deeper in him. I tried to move as slowly as possible, trying so hard not to hurt him too much. I don’t think Wolfwood has been with many men.

I settled inside of him, waiting with more patience then I ever thought I had for him to get use to my presence. And as I waited I watched him, watched as his brows came together in a mix of pain and concentration, watched as his breath came is short quick pants, watched as his blue eyes settled with mine. I just watched with the fascination of a small child who has had his first sight of a plant. He was what there were no words to describe and it was an amazing feeling to be nestled so deeply inside him—to be touching him so intimately.

I couldn’t wait any longer…

"Wolfwood…" I moved my hips a tiny bit to indicate what I wanted and he responded by doing the same. I smiled at him, leaning forward and kissing his lips again as I began to move.

There was no established rhythm, at least none that I could remember. It was just movement and some how we mange to meet in our chaotic, desperate movements; helping the other in our quest to reach ecstasy…happiness…peace. No planning…no rhythm, no clue, but there was movement, there was understanding, there was trust, and there was even caring. Though maybe neither of us would ever be ready to admit that. There was some form of caring, now how intense it was? I didn’t know and I believe that Wolfwood did not either. But we would care and would continue to care, that moment had been proof of it. No matter how carnal the act seemed, it was more then that…a thousand times more then that.

And I still feel that in every part of my body, even my gun arm. So many feelings of lust and love. But is it really love like in those romance novels that Milly and Meryl like to read, or is it a different kind of love? A love that had more to do with our desperate needs to cling to something, to hold something and have it hold back, to know that something belonged to me and only me and it could never be taken away?

I don’t know and I’m not sure if I’ll ever know. I do know that what we did that time was exquisite. The feelings that ran through my body as I felt his muscles contract and release around my member, the feeling of his legs wrapped so tightly around my waist pulling me closer to him…deeper. The knowledge that I was the one doing this to him, that I was the one making him lose control making him beg for more. It was an unbelievable rush—sexual and psychological, making me thrust harder and deeper inside of him, making me forget any inhibitions I had, and I just concentrated on the feelings I was experiencing and making him experience.

I ran my lips over his neck and shoulders, stopping every once in a while to kiss, suckle or bite his skin. Wolfwood would in turn, moan, gasp, growl and occasionally use curse words that would make me blush (like it mattered with how flushed my face must have been). He had stopped asking me to let him go, he was so caught up in everything else that was happening. His eyes usually closed with concentration—concentrating on what I was doing to him—and his little white teeth sticking out slightly to bite down on his lower lip.

I don’t know how long it was before we finally came, it felt like such a long time since we had started but not long enough. But when I finally came, all I could see was white and all I could feel was this intense pleasure coursing through my whole being making me lose all capacity to think or move. It was intense, it was incredible, but it wasn’t as long as I would have loved it to be. But nothing last forever, I learned that so long ago in the worst way possible.

What had brought me back from that warm white place was the sound of heavy breathing against my shoulder. It was Wolfwood coming down from his little place in the arms of ecstasy. He said nothing to me as I pulled out of him or while I untied him. An awkward silence filling the small shed, where I noticed there were seamen stains on my shirt (it was a small price to pay). But that wasn’t very important at the moment, what was important was the silence and what its meaning was, and, what I was assuming the meaning was. My assumptions were scaring me, all I could think was that I had made a mistake. That I had ruined our friendship but then…

"Jesus, my fingers feel all cold from the blood loss!" He turned and glared at me, surprising me immensely and reliving some of the building anxiety. "Next time I tie your hands above your head!"

I blinked, a wide smile spreading across my face. "Next time?" He shrugged at me, bending over to pick up his discarded clothing.

"Why not?" He looked at me, a crooked grin plastered on his face. "Unless you found it un-satisfying and boring." I distinctly remember my eyes widening and my head shaking in speeds a head isn’t suppose to shake. He laughed. "C’mon Tongari, get dressed."

Afterwards we had dinner with the girls and life continued to go on as it usually did. But it was different. So different and for the better. We were connected in a much deeper sense; we held a secret that was ours alone. We had bonded in a way that Knives could never bond with me, or even Rem and that gave me a new sense of joy. Knowing that Wolfwood and I were more then friends, but not truly lovers in the strictest sense of the word.

Wolfwood had given me something that no one else had and that made him forever special to me.

Owari