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“Yes, that’ll be all. Thank you for seeing me to my room, lil’ missy. Now, good night. ” Wolfwood shuts the door to his room in Meryl’s face. He carefully places the Punisher against the wall before throwing himself to the bed with a sigh. 

Finally, some goddamn peace and privacy. 

He rolls over and pokes inside his suit jacket pockets, doing a quick account of his supplies. Serum ampoules? Plenty to spare if he’s conservative, which he’s not. Cigarettes? Running too damn low, as usual. He can barter downstairs or at the next gas station with his dwindling stash of double dollars in the morning. Oh, yep, they’re there too, in their clip in their hidden compartment, good. Cache check over, he takes the jacket off and makes his way to the bathroom.

On his way out… that's strange. Muffled voices come from the direction of Needle-noggin's room. Wolfwood presses his ear to the wall, part-curious, part-wary. Did he invite people to his room or did they invite themselves? Knowing him, it’s the latter. Wolfwood's hand feels its way to the Punisher's main strap as he tries to listen in.

Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, depending on how you look at it, the motel's walls are rather thin. Wolfwood can't catch every word — more like one in three — but it's better than nothing. Maybe. For a few moments there’s just chatter with the people, with some mentions of Vash the Stampede. He thinks he hears his name a couple times too, and wonders why they’d know him… And then there’s an “Alright,” and then shuffling. Wolfwood’s grip on the Punisher tightens. What did Vash just agree to?

It doesn’t sound like any type of scuffle he’s used to, just people moving around. Then, the noise stops. A long pause, mumbling he can’t make out, and then — that was a moan. Wolfwood’s eyes widen as another moan rises from the metal wall to his ear. That’s… That’s definitely Blondie. And that definitely was not a sound of distress. 

Should he interrupt? What if Vash isn’t in control here? Wolfwood can’t imagine Needle-noggin of all people casually picking someone up at the bar, much less multiple… A whine this time — one that travels through the wall, down Wolfwood’s ear and shoulder right to his dick.

Wolfwood becomes aware of just how shallow his breathing has become and forces himself to breathe in slowly, to try to stay aware of his surroundings. It just makes him more aware of the blood pounding its way down to his cock. He bites his lip, and after a pause, even louder moans, make their way to his ears. Holy shit, Blondie’s really enjoying himself. What the hell?

He swallows, a small lump forming in his throat. There’s a not-so-tiny piece of him currently wishing it was him forcing these moans out of the other man right now, burning in his stomach like a hot coal. Is this something that Needle-noggin does often, something that he’s just never noticed before? Or is it just a one-time craving, a desperation that he couldn’t satisfy with Wolfwood? Not that Wolfwood’s ever had the balls to bring something like that up himself. 

He raises his fist and nearly slams it against the wall before realizing that they would hear him just as clearly as he could hear them. 

Instead, he lowers his hand to his chest. For a moment, it guiltily hovers over his stomach before he presses the heel of his palm into his cock. He chokes on a groan as he touches himself.

The next series of cries are muffled — have they gagged Needle-noggin? This shouldn’t be making Wolfwood’s dick twitch. He’s given up all pretense of eavesdropping in Blondie’s defense now. He rubs himself through his pants as he tries to make out what’s going on in the other room. 

There’s a loud creak that Wolfwood practically feels — the bed must be against the wall. Shit . Wolfwood flushes as he thinks how loud the real deal’s going to be, if whatever they’ve been up to so far’s been… this .

By now Wolfwood’s pretty sure it’s only three people in the room, and they’re talking again. He strains to hear them, and nearly jumps off the wall when he hears “Wolfwood’s cock.” Why are they talking about him? Why are they talking about fucking him? The organ in question feels like it’s nearly exploding out of his pants — unbuttoning and pulling it out for air is a relief, somewhat of a distraction from the burning question of why are they teaching Vash how to fuck me? The thought makes his cock give not a twitch, but a friggin’ leap.

If Wolfwood thought Vash’s noises were something before — Vash starts sobbing now. What the fuck are they doing to him?

Wolfwood pops the buttons of his shirt as he listens to the other man’s cries soften. More talking, too quiet for him to make out, then more creaking, the deepest voice of the three joining Vash’s sounds with his own groans and hums. That deep voice makes Wolfwood’s dick twitch and his breath come quick as well — there’s something familiar about it that he just can’t place.

Someone says something about getting ready, another creak, and then Vash is moaning with abandon. Wolfwood’s free hand slips under his shirt to pinch his nipple as he bites his lip, trying to stay quiet. He had no idea the man could make noise like this. His stomach twinges as he finds himself wishing he were the one pulling those sounds from Vash’s lips. No matter. He gets to hear them, at least. He shoves the feelings deep — away in the spot where he usually locks them — and carries on.

Lost in his thoughts, he almost misses an argument about letting Vash come. He feels a tug at the base of his spine at that, sliding right into his stomach, a pure shock of pleasure.

 Dear God, what must it look like to see Vash come? The vision of the man lying debauched under him sends a jolt straight to his dick. He’s dripping now, one hand lazily stroking himself, a finger stroking the head and smearing the pre down his shaft.

Listening to Vash beg and whine is enough to bring Wolfwood to orgasm before Vash does. He didn’t quite mean it — envisioning what Vash must be doing, what must be drawing out those sounds just pulled it out of him. Besides, it’s been a while since he’s had some time to himself. Can he really be blamed? But he didn’t exactly try to stop himself as he feels the white hot heat building in the base of his spine, hearing Vash cry out desperately for his own release.

Part of him wonders, What the fuck am I doing? as he comes down.He sinks down the wall and listens to the bed creak. There’s a long pause. And creak. A stop to talk Vash through something or another. And creak. And creak. And — oh shit . His eyes widen as he realizes he may have wasted his wad early. The bed’s squeaks and crunches get faster, the deep voice’s grunts get louder, and Vash’s moans get muffled and yet somehow more obscene.

Somewhere around the time it sounds like Vash comes, Wolfwood’s dick comes back to life again. He winces — maybe he should’ve left well enough alone, gone to bed while the post-nut clarity kicked in, making him wonder whether it was okay to do this. Instead, he gently runs a hand up his  stiffening cock and sighs in annoyance as he listens to the bed springs come to a halt. It’s probably over.

There’s an argument — apparently Vash came too fast for the higher-pitched one’s liking. Come to think of it, he sounds a lot like Vash. While Wolfwood ponders this, the bed starts up again. Oh, they’re not done. 

Wolfwood imagines fucking Vash at the rate the bed’s moving, fucking into him rough and steady, staring into his eyes — yep, there his cock is, ready for attention. He runs one hand from his navel to his collarbones while the other plays with his cockhead.

Eventually, the bed lets up again. There's a short pause and the groaning continues. What the hell are they even doing in there? At this point Wolfwood wonders if it almost passes for torture with the way Vash has started yowling. Not that it’s not still sexy as hell, based on how all the blood in his body is still concentrated in his dick. 

Then he hears a chorus of Vash and the second guy whining and — oh God, why is that making him let out a groan of his own? He does his best to keep it low in his throat, biting it off as he rubs himself furiously, but hearing what sounds like two Vashes getting fucked out is too much. He presses his forehead to the wall as he comes again, nearly biting through his lip. His hips rut helplessly against the air while he screws his eyes shut, imagining the impossible. 

That’s it for him. The others carry on for a bit longer, but he can’t manage more between two good solid orgasms, exhaustion, and the growing twinges of guilt over listening in. Plus, he remembers with a grimace as he glances at the floor, there’s clean-up to do now. 

At least most of his load landed on the floor, but there’s still some good stains on his pants that’ll be impossible to get out. Great. Should’ve taken those off, dumbass . Oh well. When the sounds have finally receded, he peels himself off the wall and looks for a towel, cursing the cramps in his legs.

“What’s eatin’ ya, Needle-noggin?” Wolfwood asks the next morning as they climb into the back of the truck, knowing exactly why the other man has dark circles under his eyes and a limp in his step.

“Oh, nothing.” Spikey glances back up at the motel. Wolfwood wonders where the others he was with wandered off to. He hadn’t heard or seen any sign of them in the morning.

“Didn’t sleep much?”

That makes him sit straight up in his seat. “What?”

Wolfwood finds the biggest shit-eating grin he can muster involuntarily planting itself across his face. “Ya know my room was right next to yours, right?” His smirk grows even wider as Blondie covers his face, realization hitting him.

“It’s your business. Just don’t let it keep me up next time, will ya?” He laughs and punches Vash’s shoulder gently as Vash flushes red from head to turtleneck. There’s a guilty pinch in Wolfwood's gut.

Another night, another cheap inn. Wolfwood sighs as he collapses on the bed — at least it was cheap enough that they could afford separate rooms again. He feels a gurgling in his gut — he quickly does his cache check, then peels off his jacket and heads for the restroom.

Washing his hands, Wolfwood pauses as he hears something. He slowly turns off the water, and — yep, those are voices he's hearing through the bathroom door. He finds himself once again pressing his body to the door, ear tight to the metal, wondering how the hell these people broke into his room. 

"— think the kid is here again?" one voice asks. Wolfwood wonders how many of them are out there. 

"Could be. You think we're connected somehow?"

"Well, obviously." 

Why do these voices sound so familiar?

The first voice speaks again. "Yes, but — I mean — in some other way. That keeps dragging us here." 

Second voice. "Dunno. As long as we can get back, I don't really care." These voices are definitely familiar.

First again — Wolfwood begins to suspect there are only two of them. "We don't even know how we got home last time." 

Then they say something that makes his ears prick. "Wolfwood — !"

How do they know he's here?

The second voice starts to say something, but Wolfwood decides to cut the suspense. He bursts through the door, barreling through whoever was standing in front of it, and runs to the Punisher, snapping off a strap. 

“Hey, whoa, no need for that,” the guy Wolfwood didn’t just run over says, holding his hands up. 

Wolfwood holds the strap warily between his hands, looking the other man over. Tall, red coat, fake smile, mostly blond and spikey — this guy could give Needle-noggin a run for his money, other than the patch of black hair stretching beneath his ears. 

“Can’t we just talk?” 

Sounds like Needle-noggin too. 

Wolfwood blinks as he realizes that’s true in more ways than one — he sounds like the voice from the other night. His body goes hot as he remembers the two voices in chorus and how he’d reacted.

“Seriously,” the other guy utters in annoyance as he peels himself off the floor. His voice clicks into place now too, the deeper voice from the same night. He looks up to lock eyes with Wolfwood, pulling off his sunglasses. They both stare. This man might as well be himself. He might be a hair taller, a few shades darker, and wear a shirt that's, uh… open-er… but that's him alright. His hair, his face, his confusion. 

The other guy’s eyes flick over to Spikey’s. “Now I know how you felt last time.” 

“Would y’all like to tell me just what the hell is going on,” Wolfwood says, reaching for the Punisher’s main strap, “before I just start shootin’?”

“I promise you there’s no need for violence,” Spikey asserts, and Wolfwood’s starting to get real fuckin’ annoyed. About as annoyed as when Needle-noggin goes on with that shit. Why do these two remind him so much…?

“Ya really think that’s gonna do the trick?” the other guy grumbles. “Look, kid, use your last brain cell and figure out who you’re talkin’ to.”

Spikey stares at his friend. “Be nicer to yourself, would you?”

Something clicks for Wolfwood at that — it had been in the back of his mind, on the tip of his tongue, but he still didn't really want to believe it.

“He’s not gonna listen to nice.” Obnoxious guy slips him a grin. “Or would ya like to prove me wrong?”

Wolfwood growls. “Maybe I would if ya’d tell me what’s goin’ on here!” He points at Spikey. “You’re Vash, and,” he whirls to the other guy, “— you’re me, but you’re real shitty at it!”

The two look at each other and laugh. That’s it. Wolfwood surges forward and tackles his imposter to the ground.

“If you’re gonna impersonate me,” he mutters, grabbing the man’s wrist, “at least do a good job of it.”

“I’m not impersonating you, dipshit,” the man says, offering no resistance. “I am you.”

Wolfwood almost pauses at that. Almost. Instead, he ties the Punisher’s strap around the man’s elbow. He grabs the other arm and quickly binds the man’s elbows and wrists together behind his back. 

“Kinky,” is the man’s only comment, still not putting up a fight. It nearly angers Wolfwood more. 

Glancing up, Wolfwood realizes then that the man’s partner hasn’t tried to stop him. Maybe he’s messing with the Punisher? Maybe he ran away like a coward. He gets up, fists up, ready for a fight.

Spikey hasn’t moved. He’s shaking a little, looking as though he’s trying not to… cry? Or laugh? He takes a deep breath as Wolfwood steps toward him. “We’re not lying, you know? He is you. We’ve met your Vash.”

“I know,” Wolfwood drawls. “And whatever bullshit you fed him —”

“He told you?” Spikey asks, a light flush rising to his face.

Wolfwood feels his own face heat. “No,” he admits.

“Then how…?” Spikey cocks his head.

An embarrassingly long pause. “You’re loud,” Wolfwood bites out. That results in a laugh from the floor. “That includes you,” Wolfwood says, pivoting around, picking up his foot and digging his heel into the other man’s back.

“Oh, I know,” the man grunts with effort. “I bet you’re just as loud.”

“I shoulda gotten your mouth, too,” Wolfwood says, pushing his heel in deeper. The other man gasps for air. 

“Hold on now,” Spikey says, stepping forward.

“Bet we could get you screamin’ louder than the kid,” the other guy wheezes.

“Wolfwood,” Spikey says, shooting him an annoyed look. The blond doesn’t seem to be worried at all for his friend.

“What? Y’wanna fuck ’im too,” the other g— other Wolfwood gasps out.

“Nico!” Spikey’s flushing a deeper red now. He steps forward and gently brushes his friend’s shoulder with his boot. 

“What we’re trying to say here is, we mean you no harm. Really.” He pauses. Neither Wolfwood retorts. 

With a grateful sigh, Spikey continues. “We have no idea how we keep ending up here, or why. So as long as we’re stuck here, we might as well make this pleasant, okay?”

“And by pleasant, you mean fucking me.”

“If you want,” Spikey says, shrugging, “we certainly can.”

More strained laughter from the floor. “Dun worry yer pretty lil’ head ‘bout it.”

“What?” Wolfwood lets up some pressure on his counterpart’s ribcage.

The other Wolfwood sucks in a deep breath, only to laugh again. “Ya wouldn’t last as long as yer friend anyways.”

Wolfwood spits, “Don’t bring Vash into this,” digging his heel in again.

‘Jus’ sayin’,” the other Wolfwood forces out, “Betcha can’t go two rounds with us.”

Wolfwood gives one last grind of his foot in annoyance as he considers, then pulls off of his match. “Fine, I’ll play your game.”

“Good,” the other Wolfwood says. “Now help me up.”

Unsurprisingly, the other Wolfwood would rather be untied by his companion. While they quietly talk and work, Wolfwood finds his coat on the bed, turns from the duo, and rechecks his pockets. Everything’s in place. He hangs it over the Punisher where it’s in plain view. That done, he starts to unbutton his shirt —

And finds hands over his own. He immediately tenses at feeling another man’s body behind his own, hand twisting to grip his wrist — he lets go when he looks down and sees one of the hands is prosthetic.

 “Sorry,” Vash murmurs. “Should’ve warned you.” 

He gently pushes Wolfwood’s hands out of the way and pulls the buttons free himself, pressing his cheek against Wolfwood’s neck. He hums as the last button pops free, taking the opportunity to run his hands up Wolfwood’s body from the waistline of his pants to his shoulders. 

Just as Wolfwood was really beginning to relax into his touch, he’s gone. Wolfwood blinks, feeling like he’s waking up, only to feel the Punisher’s strap come down around the back of his neck, then slide down his shoulders. 

The other Wolfwood tugs him forward until Wolfwood’s chest collides with his own. “You’re gonna pay for that stunt,” he says with a grin. 

”Oh yeah? What’re ya gonna do, kiss me to death?” Wolfwood retorts.

The other Wolfwood twists him around and puts him in a wristlock so fast he doesn’t have time to think. 

”Nico!” Vash cries while Wolfwood swears.

“Very funny,” Nico says. He lets go and lets Wolfwood shake it out while he pulls the strap tight between his hands and hints, “More along the lines of your little number.”

"Sure, tie me up all ya want," Wolfwood jeers, holding out his wrists. “Y’aren’t scaring me if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Good, because that’s not what I’m trying to do.” Nico beckons Vash over, kissing him, tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth. “Distract him for me, will ya?” he asks.

“Distract me from what?”

Nico rolls his eyes. Vash steps in front of Wolfwood and murmurs, “Let’s not worry about that right now, alright?” 

He takes Wolfwood’s chin in his hand and pulls him forward. He twists their heads and presses their lips together. The feeling is odd, but not unpleasant. He begins to enjoy the push and pull between them when he feels a hand on his upper arm. He starts to turn, but Vash’s hand firmly takes hold of his chin. 

Distraction. Right. Wolfwood supposes he doesn’t mind this sort of distraction as Vash parts his lips with his own.

It’s an odd sensation, being torn between his first kisses and feeling his arms pulled and tied behind his back. He lets the other explore his mouth as he feels the strap constrict his limbs. A bite to his lip pulls his attention forward. 

“Pretty rude to leave me hanging, isn’t it?” Vash asks with a grin. 

His fingers run through Wolfwood's hair, tugging and angling him. He nips at Wolfwood's jaw, pushes fingertips into sensitive places on his neck. Wolfwood tries not to shiver, not to respond, but his body betrays him.

“Let go,” Vash whispers into his ear.

“Ya know he’s not gonna lighten up that easy,” Nico butts in with a pat to Wolfwood’s wrist. “How long’d it take me to—”

“If you’d let him try,” Vash says, gently taking hold of Wolfwood’s jaw, “we could see.”

“Maybe I will,” Nico replies, stepping forward to where Wolfwood can see him. Vash unbuttons and pulls off his jacket for him, sliding his hands under it with more touches and kissing than necessary. Wolfwood pulls and tugs at his ties. There’s a little give to them, but nothing he can wiggle out of.

“Hey, you,” Nico barks, and he’s brought back to the two in front of him. “None of that.”

“Worried I’ll break out?” Wolfwood says, smirking.

Nico takes him by the shoulder. For a moment Wolfwood wonders if the other man’s going to slap him. Instead, his other hand holds him by the chin and turns him so his neck is bared. Wolfwood tenses as the other man studies him for a moment, searching for something, then leans in, breath hot on Wolfwood’s skin. 

Wolfwood cries out more in surprise than pain as he bites down. Something about the pain feels… good. Wolfwood’s eyes roll back as Nico licks over the bite. 

“Good boy, shutting up like that,” Nico says. The smile nearly falls off his face when Wolfwood opens his mouth. “Don’t ruin it.” 

He sticks his thumb in Wolfwood’s mouth, pushing lightly on the tip of the man’s tongue. “Don’t do anything,” he commands, and Wolfwood wonders what the fuck this guy wants. He just holds there, hoping it’s okay to swallow back the spit and saliva gathering on his tongue and in his cheeks.

“Lick,” Nico finally says, pushing his thumb further in. Grateful for something to do, surprised at how much of a strain holding still was, Wolfwood laves his tongue over the digit. His muscles feel relieved at the workout. Something in his stomach jerks, electric and hot, at the action as well. His dick’s getting hard, he realizes.

A yank on his hair and he’s pulled back into now — it’s a bit concerning how easily this stuff makes him drift off. 

“Good job,” Nico says as he pulls his thumb out and wipes it on Wolfwood’s shirt. “Ya feel like tryin’ the real deal?”

“I got a choice?”

Nico laughs. “Of course. I could untie you right now. Just say the word.” 

He waits. Wolfwood glares at him. Nico pats him on the cheek.

“That’s what I thought. Still, though — you can snap, right? Snap your fingers for me.” 

It takes him a moment to realize the man’s serious, but he does it. 

“Ya get your mouth full and you want to stop, do that.” Wolfwood shrugs.

“So now that we got that settled…” Nico points down. “On your knees. Now.” 

Wolfwood laughs.

“Do ya think I’m joking?” Nico asks, frowning.

 Wolfwood blinks once, twice, then slowly begins to sink down, placing one leg beneath him, then the other. Since when does he roll over for someone this easily?

Since when does he roll over for himself?

Once he’s situated on the floor, Nico slips his fingers into Wolfwood’s hair, indulging himself with the play of the black strands between his fingers for a moment before tightening his grip and yanking the other man’s head forward.

“This whatcha want?” Nico asks viciously as he presses Wolfwood’s head to his crotch. Wolfwood’s nose shoves into the zipper of his pants and his mouth lines the bulge straining his seams. “Wanna feel the real thing, eh?”

Wolfwood mouths at the other man’s erection, wondering what it tastes like. ( Probably his finger, the logical part of his brain says. Shut the fuck up , the rest of his brain yells back.) 

“Oh ho,” Nico says, and Wolfwood can hear the grin in his voice. “So eager.” 

He pulls Wolfwood back in order to unzip his pants, pulling them down just enough to release his cock. Wolfwood does his best not to stare. He knows they’re the same, should be the same — he's used to seeing his own dick — but there’s something about seeing it on another man. Or maybe the fact that he’s going to suck it makes it seem more… Fuck, it’s big.

He does his best to pull it into his mouth, really, he does. It’s just difficult without hands — and goddammit, he’s never done this before, cut him some slack. He catches the head on his tongue, pulls it in and sucks, then loses it again. 

Nico chuckles as he licks up the side of it. “Sweetie, help him, please.” 

He’s managed to get Nico’s head back in his mouth when a hand takes hold of Nico’s cock. Wolfwood stiffens. The hand doesn’t move. 

“C’mon,” Vash beckons. Flushing, Wolfwood sinks further onto Nico’s cock.

“Good boy,” Nico commends, fingers playing in Wolfwood’s hair again. “Ya might just be a natural.” 

He pushes Wolfwood farther — that triggers a series of coughs and a jerk back. 

“Maybe not.” 

He lets Wolfwood pull off of him long enough to collect himself, watching Vash idly pump Nico as he catches his breath. Nico holds him upright by his hair.

When he’s ready, he leans in. Vash holds up Nico’s cock so Wolfwood can lick the underside of it, feeling it twitch under his tongue. As he reaches the head, he sucks it back in again. He sinks down, feeling the size of it in his mouth.  In his abdomen, heat pools as the head comes to push uncomfortably at the back of his mouth.

Nico’s fingertips scratch at the back of his scalp. He opens his mouth wider, willing Nico’s cock to push farther back in his throat. For a moment, he feels like he’s going to choke again — throat muscles working, back of his throat itching, the cock feeling just— fuck, it’s big! Slowly, though, it slides back and deeper down his throat, pulling a moan from Wolfwood before it cuts off his air.

Even feeling how deep it is, Nico rolls his hips forward before pulling back out to the tip. He slides back in deep, setting a leisurely pace, fucking himself into Wolfwood’s throat. With his hands tied, there’s nothing Wolfwood can do but take it — when he realizes that, the thought screams straight through him all the way down to his cock. What the fuck?

”You wanna try him out?” Wolfwood hears through a buzzy crackle of static in his head.

He groans when the cock is pulled fully from his abused lips, drool messing his chin. He misses its presence, misses feeling full, so full he’d felt it in his chest, even. Part of him had hoped Nico would come down his throat, he realizes. What the fuck happened to him? 

He sinks further on his aching knees, so lost in his own thoughts and frustrations that he doesn’t notice Vash until the man grasps his hair. Standing mostly naked now except for a bizarre black sleeveless shirt with some molded metal pieces riveted to it, he pulls Wolfwood up and slings one long, scarred leg over Wolfwood’s shoulder. 

“Don’t be too disappointed,” he says with a grin, spreading his pussy open with one hand for Wolfwood to salivate over.

The man is already dripping, dew-beaded hole proudly pulled taut on display between Vash’s plump pink lips. His fat little cock sits above it, sticking out from its perch in Vash’s sparse hair and folds. It’s red and engorged, crying out for Wolfwood’s attention as well. Wolfwood’s kinda glad he’s already been drooling from Nico’s cock so he doesn’t embarrass himself further by starting to do so now. 

“Like what you— Oohh!” Vash doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence when Wolfwood leans forward and licks one of his folds. He gently tugs at the other with his own lips, curious how they feel, how they move, how they taste. Is this how his Vash tastes? is his unspoken question as he runs his tongue along the rim of Vash’s hole, gathering the slick. Is this how his Vash would shudder?  

“Whaddya think?” Nico asks, tucked back in, coming up to hug Vash around the waist.

“You must both have an oral fixation born into y– ohhh!” Wolfwood chooses that moment to take Vash’s dick into his mouth and suck.

“He’s not better than me,” Nico says in disbelief, and Wolfwood grins.

“N-no,” Vash gasps, running his fingers through Wolfwood’s mussed hair, “but he’s damn good.”

Wolfwood rims his hole, then pushes his tongue deep inside, feeling out Vash’s ridges and bumps. Vash chokes as he pushes his face closer, presses in as far as he can go, and laps up Vash’s wetness, reveling in the trembling of his limbs.

Pulling out, Wolfwood traces his tongue between Vash’s lips back up to his pretty swollen cock. Wolfwood has the audacity to kiss it before he sucks it into his mouth again, rolling his tongue over it and treating it like his toy. From the sounds Vash is making as he hunches over him, these are the right moves. His hands itch to touch Vash, to push into his hole, to squeeze his cock, but instead they pull uselessly at his back. He keeps sucking and licking as the cries get louder and more desperate, until finally, wet sprays his chin while Vash’s legs shake. Nico’s arms seem to be the only things holding Vash upright — that, and his clenched fist in Wolfwood’s hair, pushing Wolfwood’s face so tight to the man’s pussy he can barely breathe. This would be an alright way to die , Wolfwood thinks.

Once Vash comes down, he pulls his leg from Wolfwood’s shoulder, still breathing hard.

“You up for another one?” Nico asks him with a lopsided grin.

“O-of course,” Vash breathes, dizzy. 

Nico’s hand hooks under Wolfwood’s armpit and suddenly he’s hefted to his feet, stumbling on aching limbs unused to holding his weight. “Watch,” Nico says, marching him over to stand next to Vash on the bed. Then Nico gets onto his own knees and puts on a show.

To be quite honest, Wolfwood doesn’t see what exactly is different between what he just did and what Nico’s doing. Sure, Nico’s making eyes at Vash as he mouths Vash’s dick. He buries himself nose-deep in Vash’s pussy when he tongues Vash’s hole. But the big thing, the unfair thing — is that he can finger Vash, sliding in his middle digit all the way while he sucks Vash’s dick. It’s soon joined by his ring finger, and Vash is howling and squirting not long after. Wiping his chin and patting Vash’s thigh, Nico smiles up at Wolfwood. Wolfwood raises an eyebrow. “Congratulations?”

Nico gets to his feet with a sigh. He leans in close, lips nearly touching Wolfwood’s. His breath smells of cigarette smoke and Vash’s pussy. “You’re being a shit,” he says.

“That’s nice,” Wolfwood replies.

Nico grabs Wolfwood by the chin. “I am trying to show you —”

Wolfwood nips his lip the same way Vash had done to him earlier. There’s a sharp intake of breath; Wolfwood seizes the moment and kisses him, clumsy in mimicking the movements from earlier. Surprisingly, Nico lets him, even bringing his hand up to Wolfwood’s neck to hold them together. He can still taste Vash on Nico’s lips and tongue. God, his hands itch to finger Vash, to touch his aching cock, to do something.

Nico takes hold of his shoulders, turns him and walks him backwards. He’s shoved up against a wall, shirt peeled down his shoulders as far as it’ll go with his ties. Nico’s tongue is twisting with his, pushing and shoving, challenging him. He fights back, pressing his knee deep between Nico’s legs and rubbing between his thighs, biting and sucking the other man’s tongue as it invades his mouth.

Faintly, Wolfwood feels fingers fumbling around the area of their pants. First he feels the weight of Nico’s cock pressing against his abdomen, then it’s his turn for his pants to be unceremoniously jerked open and his dick pulled out.

 “I am not,” Nico mutters, sputtering for air, “am not gonna come first.”

“But ya just had to see which one of us would?” Wolfwood asks with a smirk.

Nico just growls as he takes hold of both their cocks and runs his hand up them, shutting Wolfwood up pretty effectively. He turns his head and calls, “Honey,” as he continues rubbing their dicks, making Wolfwood’s stomach jerk, contorted moans falling from his mouth. 

“Got it,” Vash says, handing him a small bottle, cap off.

“You’re an angel,” Nico answers, swiping the bottle and pouring a liberal amount of the contents over his fist and their cocks.

“Figured we’d need it at some point,” Vash says as he takes the bottle back. “Yep,” he murmurs as Nico starts moving again and Wolfwood’s moan turns into a surprised whine.

Without the lube, Nico’s hand felt good. With it, the noises alone are obscene, filthy, and the feeling of the glide of his hand is… holy fuck. Wolfwood starts trying to choke back his groans and whimpers of pleasure until Nico grabs him by the cheeks. “I wanna hear you.” He kisses him hard, tongue deep. 

“C’mon.” Wolfwood moans into his mouth, tongue on his tongue, ending in a whimper as Nico puts a little twist into his wrist-flick. 

“I’m not hearin’ you,” Wolfwood pants out.

Nico grins. “You wanna hear me?” He pushes his mouth down by Wolfwood’s ear and groans deep in his chest. Wolfwood’s eyes roll back as Nico grunts and moans for the poor bastard. 

“This what you wanted?” Nico murmurs into Wolfwood’s ear, and he accidentally thrusts into Nico’s fist, back arching. “Looks like it is.” 

Nico licks the shell of Wolfwood’s ear. “Gotta thing for voices? For my voice?” Wolfwood thrusts again, moaning weakly. “Shoulda figured when you said you listened in on us. How many times did you get off to us fucking, huh?”

“Tw-twice!” Wolfwood admits, feeling a familiar tingle in his balls and stomach. Fuck.

Nico laughs in his ear. This should not be sexy. Fucking fuck, why is this going straight to his cock?

“I think we can make you do better than that tonight,” he says with a particular twist over their cocks that leaves his thumb swiping over Wolfwood’s leaking cockhead. “Don’t ya think?” He leans in and groans in Wolfwood’s ear again, tongue scraping his earlobe, and that does him in. Silver heat spreads from his spine to his dick as he paints Nico’s fist and their stomachs with his cum. He doesn’t even realize how loud he’s crying out until Nico shoves his fingers in his mouth, letting him suck as he comes down.

He’s still in a haze as he’s pulled off the wall and sat on the bed, toweled off, and the ties finally, finally come undone. He stretches his arms, flexes his wrists, remembers what arms feel like as he pulls his shirt off. His dick feels a little silly just flopping around limp and out like this. He tucks himself back into his underwear.

 “Do you think we’re finished?” Nico asks, and Wolfwood realizes the post-nut haze is gone.

“‘Course not,” he drawls, pulling his pants off. “Why on No Man’s Land would I think that?” He pats himself. “I do need a couple minutes, though.”

Nico raises his eyebrows. “Do you?” Wolfwood gives Nico a questioning look in turn. 

Nico starts rubbing him through his underwear. “I could get you up and going right now,” he says as Wolfwood squirms. “I don’t think it’s something you’d appreciate on your first go-around.” He leaves Wolfwood gasping as he takes his hand away and walks off. 

“He’s not normally so rough.” Wolfwood jumps as he realizes Vash is standing on his other side. “Or, well, not in bed.” Vash smiles. “I suppose you might not be, either.”

Wolfwood’s brow furrows. “Was I too…?”

“Oh, no!” Vash says, sitting next to him. Vash’s hand rubs his knee reassuringly. “You were wonderful.”

“Can… Can I try something else?” Wolfwood asks, eyes flicking to Nico, whose back is to them. He looks like he’d be smoking a cigarette if he could.

“Of course!”

Which is how Vash ends up on his back on the bed, Wolfwood on his knees in front of him, two fingers buried deep inside. They’d started outside, Vash sitting up, showing him the places he likes to be pressed and played with, how to tease and rub his dick. Now Wolfwood curls into the spongy sweet spot deeper in Vash, earning himself sweet moans and tight thighs around his ears. After a few minutes, he risks inserting a third finger; it slides in easily, slipping in with Vash’s slick, making the other man cry out in pleasure.

Suddenly there’s another hand over his, rubbing Vash’s dick. Nico bends over Vash, kissing his neck. More moaning, a bit more touching from each of them, and then there’s a gush of slick from Vash as he comes. There won't be any salvaging the bed, Wolfwood realizes as he glances at the fluids already staining the comforter. 

"He was doing fine on his own," Vash says as he sits up.

"Figured it'd be hotter," Nico says without a hint of apology. Wolfwood looks him over, notices he’s gotten undressed. He turns his gaze to Wolfwood next. “Ya ready to go yet?”

There’s been some twitching in his underwear, but nothing’s brought him back to full attention just yet. “Gimme a break,” he mutters, feeling the heat of his blush in his ears.

Nico lifts Wolfwood to his feet and pulls his head to the side. He sucks and bites at Wolfwood’s neck, wrapping one arm around his waist to hold him up while the other toys with his nipple, pulling and squeezing. By the time he’s done, Wolfwood is breathless, trembling, and raw.

“That work, kitten?” Nico asks, reaching a hand down to check for himself. As if he didn’t already know that did the trick. “Good. Strip.”

“Now what?” Wolfwood asks as he pulls his underwear off, grouchy. Something about being naked in front of these men, even if they’ve already seen his dick, seems… He doesn’t like feeling exposed like this.

“You’re gonna fuck Vash.” Wolfwood blinks. Vash smiles and waves at him from the bed. Nico sits down next to him, folding his arms. “I want ya to fuck him ‘til he’s cryin’, which I promise ya can’t fuck up. Then ya can come again.”

Wolfwood recalls the sounds of his Vash sobbing through the wall. A tremor runs through him. He steps between Vash’s open legs and freezes, feeling both pairs of eyes on him. “Come on,” Vash tells him, beckoning him forward, spreading his legs wider. “You won’t hurt me.”

Hesitantly, Wolfwood steps up to the bed, eying his pussy, wondering why it feels so different now than when it was his fingers or his mouth. He parts Vash’s lips with his thumbs, looking at the little hole. It’s wider now than when he’d first seen Vash’s pussy after working it with his fingers, but still — how is he going to fit?

“Go on,” Vash says, smiling. “But slowly.”

Biting his lip, Wolfwood takes his cock in his hand and presses his head to Vash’s hole. Immediately he understands why people are so addicted to this. Dripping wet heat envelopes and squeezes him tight, Vash’s walls hugging him close, welcoming him as he presses deeper in. It’s so hard to listen to Vash and move slowly when his body is screaming at him to chase the fire blooming within Vash and spreading through his veins, but he manages it with gritted teeth.

Does my Vash feel like this? The thought almost makes him black out.

“Struggling?” Nico says with a grin.

“Feels so good —” Wolfwood chokes out. Shit, is he gonna be the one crying here?

“You feel good too,” Vash gasps. His hand is resting on his abdomen — almost as if he can feel Wolfwood there too.

“That’s great,” Nico says, smacking Wolfwood’s ass. “Now try moving.”

“Fuuu-huuuuck,” Wolfwood moans as he pulls out — he misses the heat, but the drag against Vash’s walls feels so sweet. And the push back in — he might as well be drunk. The pleasure-ache in the base of his spine is already coiling tight.

Nico grips the base of his cock tight before he can thrust all the way in, making him whine. “Calm down,” he says, smiling, clearly enjoying this. “Deep breaths.”

Wolfwood struggles to pull air into his lungs, not realizing how strained his breaths had become as he’d chased his release. Once his head is cleared somewhat, Nico lets go of him and wipes his hand on the bed covers. 

As Wolfwood takes hold of Vash’s hips, Nico decides to ruin things by pointing out, “You know, your Vash will be tighter than this.” 

Wolfwood snaps his hips into Vash with a whimper.

Wolfwood presses his face to Vash’s chest as he slowly rolls his hips in and out, trying to keep rhythm. Vash pets his hair, runs his hand up and down his back, tells him what a good job he’s doing. What actually makes him feel good is hearing Vash let loose a moan. Wolfwood’s scared to speed up, always on the hazy edge of an orgasm, but he can tell this isn’t doing it for Vash either.

He picks up the pace, feeling it in his abdomen where his orgasms usually start. Come on, come on — He stops entirely, pulls out, and does what Nico did earlier. He squeezes his cock, thinking of anything else, trying to calm himself down. 

“Hey,” Vash says, sounding annoyed.

“Ignore the kid,” Nico says, rearranging himself on the bed so his head is level with Vash’s pussy. “He needs a minute.” 

Before Vash can protest again, Nico’s got an arm wrapped around his hip, licking at his dick. It’s a good distraction. When Wolfwood steps forward again, he lifts his head and asks, “Ya got it together?”

“Y-yeah,” Wolfwood says, shaky. Nico raises an eyebrow. “I’ll be fine!” Wolfwood almost shouts.

“If you’re sure,” Nico says, holding a trembling Vash open for Wolfwood. Wolfwood holds himself, pushes in, and then takes hold of Vash’s thighs and works up to a fast pace as quickly as he can.

Vash was probably already sensitive thanks to Nico fucking with him while Wolfwood was recovering. Maybe it really is just that easy to make him cry. Whatever reason, pretty soon, he’s sniffling at Wolfwood’s rough fucking and bruising grip on him.

 “Don’t stop,” Vash says as Wolfwood slows down again. “Please don’t.” 

“I’d be more worried if he wasn’t cryin’,'' Nico says. He reaches down and rubs Vash’s dick, making him clench up on Wolfwood. Wolfwood almost yells at the sensation. “Ya gotta learn to handle this if you wanna fuck your Vash any way decent,” Nico says casually.

“D-don’t be mean,” Vash says, breathless, as Wolfwood gives him a particularly hard thrust. “This isn’t — isn’t the same.”

“No, so it’ll be easier when he does.” Nico runs his free hand down Wolfwood’s chest, over the hair on his stomach to his hip. He whines when Nico smacks his ass again.

“Just shut up,” Wolfwood says, trying to keep pace. He can feel the silver fire building in his spine again.

“Oh, ya want me to shut up?” Nico asks with another slap. “That wasn’t what you wanted last time. It was the last thing you wanted last time. Ya sure you don’t want me to moan for you? Don’t want me to beg for you, to —”

“Just shut the fuck up,” Wolfwood pleads as his hips stutter, as his body loses touch with its environment, as the heat in his spine tightens into a tiny ball.

“Come inside me,” Vash whispers.

Wolfwood falls over the other two, hips pumping deep into Vash, as his body releases and he comes, spine snapping like a bow. Nico’s saying something like “Get off of me!” and Wolfwood frankly could not give a fuck. Nico finally manages to pull out from under him and give him another good slap on the ass, but he still couldn’t care. The world post-orgasm is hazy-bright. 

Orgasms — shit. There’s a hand on his back, and has been for a while. He looks up to see Vash lying back, one arm under his head. He’s stopped crying. “D’you need me to finish —” Wolfwood starts.

“That’d be nice,” Vash interrupts.

Embarrassed, Wolfwood pulls himself out of Vash and presses two fingers in instead. It’s odd to see his cum leaking out of Vash, splashing on his hand as he fucks the other man — evidence that he’s been here, that he really just did this with this person. He licks at Vash’s dick; it doesn’t take long to bring Vash to finish with that combination. Wolfwood gets to experience the joy of near-suffocation between a man’s thighs as Vash comes around him. 

As Vash comes down, Wolfwood wonders where Nico went. The answer, he finds as he pokes his head up, is not far. He’s slid up the bed, knees pulled to his chest, occasionally grunting to himself. His hand is between his legs — Wolfwood realizes that he’s fucking himself on one finger. “Like what ya see?” he asks when he looks over and catches Wolfwood staring.

“Uh –” Wolfwood doesn’t know how to answer. 

“Come help me.” Nico tosses him the bottle of lube from earlier. Wolfwood pours some over his fingers and approaches the man cautiously. He has no idea what to do, but somehow just trying to stick a finger in seems like a bad idea. He sets his finger next to the one Nico’s already using to fuck his hole and gives a little push.

Nico holds himself open with his other hand, pulling his hole wider; Wolfwood’s finger slips in, but even still, it’s a tight fit. 

“Slowly!” Nico says, annoyed, as Wolfwood presses in deeper. 

Holy shit, if Wolfwood thought Vash was tight — this is something else completely. And it is. He gets his finger in up to the first knuckle and rests there, feeling Nico moving beside him, feeling his hole flutter and occasionally clench on them. 

“C’mon, ya gonna move it or not?”

He tries to mimic Nico’s movements, rubbing in and out, sometimes running the tip around the rim of his hole. He hopes the occasional grunts from Nico mean that they’re doing this right, that this is working.

 “Another one,” Nico groans out eventually, and Wolfwood pushes in his middle finger, this time meeting more resistance. Nico hisses. “No, keep going,” he insists when Wolfwood starts to pull out. “Just — just a stretch.”

Vash scoots up next to Nico, rubbing his chest. “Don’t push yourself —”

“I’m not.”

“Well, don’t push him too far either.”

“I’m not.” Nico looks up, meeting Wolfwood’s eyes. “You can go another round, right?”

Something about being fingers-deep in another man is, in fact, doing it for him. He’s not there yet, but he can feel it stirring. He nods, helpless under Nico’s gaze. “See? Kid’s fine,” Nico says, running his free hand over Vash’s.

“If you’re sure,” Vash says, glancing at Wolfwood. “Maybe you should… Hm.”

“What?” Nico turns his head to Vash.

Vash kisses Nico, long and sweet. “He’s exhausted, honey. Maybe you should…?”

Nico snorts. “He can handle it.”

“Can you…?” Vash traces a finger over Nico’s collarbone. Wolfwood wonders if Nico’s somehow forgotten about the fingers up his ass.

“Yes,” Nico says, annoyed. “Now would you please help him get ready?”

“On it,” Vash says with a little salute. He slides to the edge of the bed and off, giving Wolfwood’s dick a hungry look. “I’m going to assume you haven’t been blown before,” he says, and with that, takes Wolfwood’s half-hard dick into his mouth.

Every sensation is so different — Vash’s lips aren’t nearly as tight as his pussy, but the soft scraping glide of them up and down his cock feels outstanding. Vash swallows him down so easily, it makes him feel embarrassed at how clumsily he took Nico’s cock earlier. It’s also embarrassing how long it takes for him to fully harden even with how good it feels, even with how skilled Vash is. He’s tempted to apologize until Nico says, “Would ya get on with it?”

Vash comes off of him with a cute little pop! “Be patient, he’s on his third round.” Vash winks up at Wolfwood as he rubs his dick. “He’ll be ready soon. Besides, you want to make sure you’re ready too, don’t you?”

Nico grumbles something in response as Vash gets to work again, running his hand over Wolfwood’s balls and making him jump.

“Think you’re there,” Vash says, popping off again with one last kiss to Wolfwood’s tip.

He gets up and sits on the bed, next to Nico. Wolfwood pulls his fingers from the man’s ass and stares at it doubtfully as Nico removes his – is this really going to work?

“Lube,” Vash says helpfully, picking up the bottle where Wolfwood had plopped it earlier and handing it to him. “We do this all the time at home. You’ll be fine.” 

Wolfwood raises his eyebrows. 

“We have our ways. Now go on.”

Wolfwood pours some of the lube into his palm and rubs it onto his cock, reveling in the feel again — it’s cool, which isn’t the most fun, but the slick… Anyway. He presses his head to Nico’s hole and —

Fuck. Holy fuck. Even with all of that, he’s so tight, oh lord — Wolfwood gasps as he pushes in slowly. He has to push in slowly, there’s no other way. And oh god, he’s hot — if Vash was a fire, Nico is a furnace. After the first couple of inches, it feels almost as if Nico’s body is pulling him in.  He’s seated against Nico’s ass much faster than he expected. 

“So?” Nico asks.

Wolfwood wants to wipe the goddamn smirk off his face, but all he can do if he opens his mouth right now is groan. So instead of answering that way, he pulls his hips back and slams them forward. Nico cries out, surprised. Wolfwood does it again, enjoying the cry of pleasure he pulls from the other man’s startled lips. 

“F-feels good,” he finally pants out when he feels more in control of himself.

“Little shit,” Nico gasps back. “Fuck me for real, then.”

And Wolfwood tries. He really does. Between the tightness and resistance of Nico’s hole, his inexperience, and his tired body, he just can’t hold a steady rhythm. As his hips stutter, Nico plants a foot on his chest and pushes him away. “I said fuck me for real.”

“I warned you,” Vash says from the side, voice slightly sing-song.

“Shush,” Nico mutters. He sits up, grabs Wolfwood’s shoulder and whirls them around so Wolfwood’s pushed face-first into the bed. “You want things done right, do them yourself,” he hears Nico say, and suddenly feels something warm and wet pushing at his asshole.

Vash is running his hand up over Wolfwood’s shoulder, up his neck and into his hair. “Relax,” he murmurs. “This’ll feel good.”

It takes a moment for Wolfwood to get his body to relax the way they want him to, but eventually there’s a lubed fingertip pushing inside his ass. Vash has to pet him and talk him through staying relaxed, not clenching up on it — it’s such an odd feeling, having a thing there inside him, and then two, and then three, with some burning around his hole where it’s getting stretched tight.

Occasionally, they brush something hard inside him that makes him see something white-hot behind his eyes, something that makes his stomach jump and his asshole clench whether he means to or not — whatever the fuck it is, it feels good. “Touch there again,” he whines when Nico’s fingers flick over it once more.

“Trust me, you’ll get enough of that,” Nico says, and then Wolfwood is empty. He finds himself whimpering at the feeling. 

How have these men reduced him to this mess? He gasps as he feels Nico’s cock pushing at his entrance. Relax, relax — Vash takes his hand, lets him squeeze as Nico breaches his barrier and seats himself deep within him. He moans feebly as Nico begins thrusting.

Nico has no mercy. He grips Wolfwood by the back of the neck and leans down close. 

“Finally got you pinned down, fucking little brat ,” he whispers. 

His cock’s hitting that place, that white-hot place that makes Wolfwood’s stomach dance with lightning. 

“Fuck, you’re tight, so tight, you goddamn little shit , just had to spend all night goin’ at it with me and pissin’ me off , fuck that feels so good —” He’s doing a much better job than Wolfwood did, but still — Nico’s falling apart, thrusts erratic and out of pace.

Letting go of Wolfwood’s hand, Vash gets off the bed. Wolfwood hears him from behind them — is he behind Nico? He feels knuckles graze over his sides — he must be touching Nico. 

“Come on, sweetie,” Vash says quietly, “surely you can do better than this.”

“F-feels so f-fucking good,” Nico whimpers out, giving a particularly vicious thrust into Wolfwood’s good spot. He sees stars, almost wonders if he blacked out for a second. 

There’s a wet sound — Wolfwood tries to turn his head but the hand on his neck won’t allow him. He just has to guess at whether Vash is kissing Nico. “You can’t exactly criticize him for not holding up when you aren’t —”

“Not the time!” Nico barks. “Stop - stop tryin’ to make me come!” 

“Nope,” Vash says simply. He runs his hands down Wolfwood’s sides once, just for fun, apparently, before returning to Nico.

If he weren’t coming apart at the seams himself, Wolfwood would probably be enjoying how badly Nico was having it at the moment. As it is, he’s trying not to thrust into the bed, his cock leaking all over the comforter, body trembling uncontrollably, breath hard to catch even without Nico shoving his face into the sheets. 

He reaches down between his legs. Someone, he doesn’t know who anymore, beats him to it. Just a few jerks of his cock and he’s gone, painting the comforter white and moaning loud for the whole motel to hear. Nico isn’t far behind him, picking up the pace of his thrusts, pushing himself deep inside Wolfwood and biting his shoulder to stifle his own groan.

It takes Nico a moment to pull out, curled around Wolfwood in what some who had not witnessed the scene might mistake for a hug. 

“If you boys don’t think you’ll kill each other,” Vash says to the pile under him, “I’m going to go clean up.”

When the bathroom door shuts, Nico mutters, “I wasn’t that bad.”

“Little shit?” Wolfwood repeats.

“Dirty talk,” Nico dismisses. “Besides, ya were one.” 

Wolfwood sticks his tongue out. 

“See?”

“Maybe I was.” Wolfwood scratches the back of his head, aching for a cigarette. “But ya liked it.”

Nico cuffs him lightly on the temple. “Ey, don’t go thinkin’ the brat routine works on everyone. Ya wanna impress your Vash, ya gotta come on strong.”

“What, like you?”

“‘Course.” Nico’s eyes soften. “Then again, he probably just wants you for you, brat n’ all.”

Wolfwood’s eyes lower to the mattress. What is he, really? His mind wanders to the contract. His heart squeezes. “I don’t think so.”

“Listen, kid.” Nico’s hand sits where Wolfwood’s shoulder meets his neck. “We are who we are. That’s not going to change love. Love’ll still find ya and hit ya wherever you are, whether ya like the shape of it or not. Just enjoy it while ya can, before it gets ripped away or crushed or some shit.”

“You were almost starting to sound deep for a second there,” Wolfwood mutters.

“And you were actin’ like ya were listening to me,” Nico gripes, moving his hand from Wolfwood’s shoulder and cuffing him again. 

“I said not to kill each other,” Vash says, emerging from the bathroom.

“I call next,” Wolfwood says, hurriedly getting up from the bed.

Wolfwood notices a problem the next morning.

“Why are you so buttoned up?” Meryl asks with a laugh when he walks out to the truck.

“Because I feel like it,” he says in annoyance, trying not to scratch at his collar.

While the others stretch and get in the truck, Vash quietly asks Wolfwood, “Are those bruises…?”

Fuck. Fuck Nico for leaving hickeys behind. Fucking fuck.