Always Room For You Beside Me
Chapter 3: The Vash Experience

With a cursory toss, the vial of oil landed amongst the crumpled sheets and Wolfwood embraced his blonde lover once again. He guided Vash onto the bed, kissing him the whole way down. Vash lay on his back while Wolfwood's hands - calloused and rough from fighting and gun-slinging – studied every curve, furrow and slash on his body. The church man reached for the oil and poured it liberally over his fingers before reaching down between the blonde's legs.

"Ready?"

Vash nodded, knowing what was going to happen, yet not knowing what to expect once it did. He learned fairly quickly, though, and cried out upon penetration. It was uncomfortable at best, and Vash had his eyes squeezed shut, trying hard to not let on that it wasn't pure ecstasy.

"Feel good?"

"Nnn" was all Vash could muster. Damn it, everything else had felt so good, so why did this hurt? He wanted it, didn't he?

But Vash wasn't fooling anyone, especially not Wolfwood. "Does it? Is that why your face is so scrunched up?"

Vash didn't answer. He just pursed his lips together and peered over the side of the bed. Wolfwood stopped for a moment. Vash was fucking hard to read – just minutes ago, he was ready for everything Wolfwood had to give, and now he's wound tighter than a drum again. And with Vash being the people-pleaser that he is, odds were very good that even if he really didn't want this after getting an idea of what being penetrated felt like, he'd say he did just so he didn't have to let Wolfwood down.

"Do you want this? I'm serious. Look at me and tell me what you want me to do." Wolfwood asked as his fingers, slick with oil, rested against Vash's leg. The church man's tone was stern, but his eyes remained caring.

"I do want it. I guess I just wasn't expecting it to hurt. Isn't that what the oil was for?"

"It's not a magic potion, though. You do know whatever we do after this will hurt too, right? The oil sure helps, but all the oil in the world can't loosen up a first-timer right away."

"Will it hurt the whole time?" Vash asked, his face locked in recoil just thinking about everything hurting. Who would have thought a man that has been shot countless times because of recklessness and caring too much would be afraid of pain?

"That depends entirely on you." Wolfwood said. "It won't hurt for long if you can do two things."

"Which are?"

"First, you have got to RELAX. You were doing it before and now you're beside yourself again. Second, and more importantly, you need to trust me, Vash the Stampede. I promise you have nothing to be afraid of when you're with me."

The blonde took a deep breath and tried to loosen up. "I do trust you."

Wolfwood pressed his fingers inside the gunman again, never once breaking eye contact with him. Vash clenched around his fingers, but after working him for a few minutes, Vash had started to unwind and groan in contentment. This was as ready as he would ever be and Wolfwood situated himself between Vash's legs. After dripping the warm oil down his cock, he pressed the tip against the blonde man's taut opening.

"I'll be as gentle as I can, but still brace yourself." Wolfwood said as he leaned down over Vash, a feverish look in his eyes.

"Go ahead." Vash said as he slid his hands up over Wolfwood's arms. He still had a hint of apprehension in his voice, but his eyes and body told Wolfwood that he was ready. Wolfwood kissed Vash deeply and pushed into him. Vash's grip tightened and their interlocked mouths muffled a cry. Vash was trembling – he gritted his teeth through the kiss. Wolfwood opened one eye to see his blonde lover's eyes pinched shut. A single tear hung in the corner of Vash's eye.

"Goddammit. Go easy on him, Nicholas. It will be more than worth it." Wolfwood thought.

Vash choked back a tiny sob. "It hurts. I…don't know if I can do this."

"You can. I promise it will feel better soon." Wolfwood said between breaths. He hoped it would get better, anyway; he couldn't honestly say that he told Vash that solely to put him at ease. Part of him said it because he just didn't want to stop.

A colossal burning ache shot through Vash, but he knew he had to bear it. The same thing happened when Wolfwood's fingers were buried to the knuckles inside him and, sooner or later, it started feeling good. Perhaps a little patience would pay off yet again.

"This hurts a lot, but God, something's inside me. Wolfwood is inside me. Wow, it's…" Vash couldn't even think straight. He felt Wolfwood in ways he never dreamed of, and the smarting notwithstanding, he wanted it. No, he needed it. The stabbing pangs, the sensation of pressure and fullness, and most of all, knowing it was Wolfwood - a strangely thrilling blend of pain and pleasure.

Wolfwood was trying to keep his rhythm gentle, but the longing to hold Vash down and ravage him completely raw was damn near unbearable. Inch by inch, Wolfwood had reached all the way inside. Vash was still whimpering beneath him, but never once said to stop. Wolfwood kissed, sucked on and grasped any part of the blonde man that he could reach. Little by little, Vash started to take Wolfwood with greater ease. Wolfwood pulled out and pushed back in, trying not to give too much too fast, drawing a small moan from Vash - one that was not pained. With Vash now properly stretched to hold him, Wolfwood took it as a sign to start moving. His rhythm remained weak at first, but swiftly sped up. Vash cried out breathlessly, calling out Wolfwood's name.

Wolfwood threw Vash's legs over his shoulders and plunged his cock all the way in all at once. Vash arched his back up; the new position amplified those unbelievable feelings of fullness. Never before had he felt such profound pleasure so deep inside his body and it was amazing. Wolfwood appeared to be concentrating on his thrusts.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Vash asked between pants.

"Looking for something."

"In my ass?! What the hell are you looking for?"

"What you could call a sweet spot. Believe me, you'll know when I find it."

As if on cue, Wolfwood pushed himself all the way into the tight heat again and Vash screamed. The church man knew he found this little buried treasure and decided to thoroughly take advantage of it.

"Ahhhh…Wolfwood, please…keep going. Just like that…" Vash pleaded and started bucking against his lover.

Wolfwood couldn't take it anymore; he wanted to split this gorgeous blond man in half once he heard that beguiling howl. The tenderness had vanished and now Wolfwood had Vash pinned to the bed by his shoulders, screwing him like a wild animal. And seeing Vash in the state he was in only made Wolfwood want him more and more. Vash was screaming and writhing under Wolfwood's firm grip, his head thrown back and his body arched up off the bed. This awareness struck Vash right to his very core – an extraordinary sensation of pleasurable weakness that intensified every time Vash felt Wolfwood crash into the weak spot within him. Apparently, a person's knees can give out when they're not even standing up; Vash absolutely melted.

It wasn't long before Vash got tense all over again, but not like he was earlier; this tension was infinitely different. His breathing became heavier, his whole body was shaking and the knuckles on his normal hand were white from gripping the sheets so tightly. The heaviness built up quickly in his lower body – a familiar pressure, but he sure never felt an orgasm like this before. This was markedly more extreme.

"Feel like…I'm gonna explode…Wolf…wood…it's driving me crazy…" Vash mewled, his voice breaking. Wolfwood knew the feeling and knew what was going to happen. He remembered thinking the exact same thing the first time he experienced a hands-free climax.

"Good" was all Wolfwood had to say whilst slamming roughly into the blonde. Vash was walking the razor's edge and Wolfwood wanted so much to be the one to push him over.

"Oh God, oh God! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Vash cried out. The desperation was so thick in his voice that it practically dripped off his tongue, and the rapturous sounds coming out of Vash's mouth were noises Wolfwood had never heard another person make before. He noticed that this time, there was no "please." Vash was either demanding or begging for him to force all that pent-up frustration and anxiety out of him – something Wolfwood was in no way hesitant about doing. His blonde lover was right there, about to go off – that lovely metaphorical button inside him just needed a few more pushes. The combination of fucking Vash, seeing him thrash and twist around on the bed and hearing his loud, flagrant cries of bliss was the trifecta of ecstasy for the church man and he felt himself approaching his own release.

The sounds of strident cries filled the room, and Vash's body stiffened up. His hands were frantically moving back and forth between the sheets and his chest as they tried to find something – anything – to grab onto.

"Ahhh! Oh God! Wolfwood!" Vash cried out before unleashing an orgasmic wail. His back arched up violently, limbs all went rigid, and his eyes rolled back into his head. It was quite possibly the most erotic thing Wolfwood had ever seen; no woman he'd ever been with climaxed like this. The coveted reaction finally showed itself and Vash came hard, his cock pulsating and shooting ropes of semen across Wolfwood's stomach, chest and even his neck. Vash immediately crashed against the bed, shaking and panting.

Wolfwood pretty well lost control right then and had to come. "Sorry if I hurt you, Vash, but I need this right fucking now," he thought, pounding against and into Vash, never once letting up even after Vash had finished. Now it was Wolfwood's turn to be utterly lost in ecstasy, mercilessly thrusting while Vash was still lost in space. Without saying a word, Wolfwood wrapped his hand around Vash's sensitive cock and stroked him hard. This snapped Vash back to reality and got him crying out and squirming all over again.

"Wolfwood, what are you…doing to me? Please, I can't take it, it…feels too good…" Vash implored, unsure if he even wanted Wolfwood to stop or not. It didn't matter because Wolfwood wasn't stopping. He was so close that it damn near hurt, and his pace went from hard to fast; Wolfwood's body was just about moving all on its own, propelled by the sheer need to finish. The memorable tingling hotness returned to Vash's groin just watching his lover in a totally unbridled state.

"Oh God!" was as far as Wolfwood managed to get before orgasm overtook him. He threw his head back with a thunderous moan, the fire in his body finally surging from him. Wolfwood came quite hard himself, and feeling that magnificent release of heat inside him got Vash worked up all over again. He was going to come again. While Wolfwood was in a daze, Vash wrapped his legs around the church man's hips and thrust himself against the still-hard cock and stroked himself hard. Vash could narrowly stand to do this since he was still so sensitive from before, but that just made it feel amazing on another level. It wasn't long before he was coming a second time - not as powerfully as before, but mind still blown. Warm white fluid trickled down his member, and after the beating he just gave himself (pun intended), Vash found it almost painful to just take his hand off his cock.

Once the stars started to clear from his vision, Wolfwood slid out, and with a heavy sigh, he collapsed beside Vash and the two of them lay sweating and panting among disheveled sheets. When the two exhausted men finally regained the ability to do things like talk and breathe normally, they curled up in the sheets, nestled in one another's arms.

"May I make the safe assumption that you're pleased?" Wolfwood asked while lighting a cigarette.

Vash was lying against the church man's chest, beaming. "I think it's safe to say that." That sunny look of his – a genuine smile – truly warmed Wolfwood's heart and made it all more than worth it. Not only that, he was able to connect with someone he truly cared about on a most intimate level and allowed Vash to have an unforgettable first time.

"You've given me so much already, but can I ask for one more thing, Wolfwood?"

"Sure." Wolfwood said, taking one final puff on his cigarette before snuffing it out in the ashtray beside the bed. It never occurred to Wolfwood that he only takes a couple drags on his cigarettes before putting them out. Old habits die hard, it seems.

"Can I stay with you for a bit longer?" Vash asked. Wolfwood looked up at him and just blinked a couple times, which Vash guessed meant Wolfwood was done with him. "Sorry, I probably sound really clingy. I can go back to my room. I just didn't want to sleep alone tonight." Vash's expression fell slightly thinking about going back to his own bed.

Wolfwood held the blonde in a warm hug, resting his chin on Vash's head. "Don't sound so sad just when you were looking so happy. Of course you can stay with me. I want you to. Nothing could make this better than being able to wake up beside you."

Smile restored! "I kind of wish the bed was bigger." Vash said, taking note of the fact his legs were dangling off the side.

"Well that just means we have to get closer together." Wolfwood said as he pulled Vash up against him and entwined their legs. At that moment, absolutely nothing else in the world mattered to the two men except one another.

"Sing to me?" Vash asked in the sweetest voice.

Wolfwood thought this was a strange request. "You mean like a lullaby?"

"Just something, anything you can think of. I know I'll love it."

The hell kind of a request was that to make on the heels of outstanding sex? But Wolfwood couldn't resist saying "no" to Vash when he was practically purring like a kitten, and what seemed like the perfect song came to mind.

"Okay. Here goes. 'Sometimes in our lives…we all have pain, we all have sorrow. But if we are wise, we know that there's always tomorrow. Lean on me…when you're not strong, and I'll be your friend. I'll help you carry on…'" Wolfwood crooned with Vash's head resting over his chest, the blonde man just about melting in the church man's arms. Wolfwood continued singing.

"…'for it won't be long…'til I'm gonna need somebody to lean on. Please, swallow your pride…if I have things you need to borrow. For no one can fill those of your needs that you won't let show.'" Wolfwood skipped a few verses; Vash didn't know the song, so it didn't make a big difference. "'If there is a load…you have to bear that you can't carry, I'm right up the road. I'll share your load…if you just call me…'"

No, the church man didn't have the most angelic voice on the planet. But when he finished serenading Vash with his impromptu oldies revival, Wolfwood looked down to see that his blonde lover was fast asleep, nestled snugly against him.

"I love you, Spiky." Wolfwood whispered and kissed Vash on the head before dozing off himself.

"Doughnuts…." Vash mumbled in his sleep.

For the first time in a very long time, Vash slept peacefully. The two snuggled all night, never letting one another go until the next morning. A warm nearly-noon sun cast an orange glow over the room as Wolfwood kissed his blonde angel awake. No sooner did Vash sit up and stretch his arms did he feel a not so subtle reminder of the night before.

"Oh crap! Fire in the hole!" is all he yelled before dashing to the bathroom. He came back out not long afterward, perplexed. "Huh, that was weird. Thought I needed the bathroom."

Wolfwood lit up a cigarette and flashed the gunman a bright grin. "Yeah, that will happen when you get your ass pounded. Does it hurt still?"

"Like a bitch. But totally worth it." Vash answered merrily while he started gathering up his clothes and trying to figure out how he was going to not wince every time he sat down. Once dressed and ready to go for the day, Vash and Wolfwood ran into Milly and Meryl on their way out of the inn.

"Morning, girls!" Vash said, chipper as ever.

"Hello, Mr. Vash the Stampede!" Milly responded in kind with a smile and a wave of her hand. When was this girl not cheerful? Did she rehearse, or was it just natural? Oh how much better Gunsmoke could be if you could just take her personality and bottle it. Bullets would be replaced with sugar cubes.

Meryl, on the other hand, wasted no time on inane greetings and, instead, went right into a lecture. "You know, Vash, there are other people trying to sleep in the inn! We had to listen to you making noise all last night and didn't get a wink of sleep!"

Vash felt the color somewhat drain from his face, mortified not only by the fact that he was so loud, but that they might know he had spent the night with Wolfwood. He enjoyed himself alright, but he didn't quite want to broadcast it more than he already had.

Wolfwood chuckled and pulled a bent cigarette out of his jacket, but he wasn't going to be spared that morning either. "And that goes for you too, preacher man! Can't you guys be more considerate of everyone else in earshot when you bring some girl back to your room? The walls are like paper!"

The two men looked at one another. Vash ran his fingers through his hair, embarrassed. "Uhh…sorry about that. I'll remember next time." Wolfwood, on the other hand, was far less apologetic. "Eh, you're just mad that you weren't getting any." Milly giggled, and Meryl rolled her eyes and walked off. "Perverts."

"Must be they weren't listening too closely if they didn't catch on there were no girls involved. That, or you scream like a girl." Wolfwood said, exhaling a puff of smoke.

"Well, you certainly made me hit some high notes, so maybe it's the second one."

It was hot as hell that day. Wolfwood and Vash leaned against a shady wall, looking out into the crowds of people going about their business. Vash couldn't help but peek at Wolfwood out of the corner of his eye the entire time.

"Going your own way today, Wolfwood?" Vash asked as he put on his sunglasses.

"Actually, I was going to ask if you'd mind someone tagging along. For some weird reason, I kind of don't want to be alone today." Wolfwood looked at Vash over the top of his own glasses with a smile, which Vash gladly reciprocated. "There's always room for you beside me."

Wolfwood's heart skipped a beat. "That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me. He really is an angel. A moron sometimes, but he's an adorable moron."

With two scorching suns high in the sky, the two friends – extremely good friends now – walked side by side, off toward their next adventure….or wherever someone decided to shoot at them next. Vash felt a hand squeeze his rear end, making him squeak and turning his face bright red. He looked over - Wolfwood looked quite proud of himself and just kept right on walking, nary a hitch in his stride.

End

Author's Notes: Well, that's all! Hah, that's enough for a "short" story. This was a fun little thingy to write; it was nice to whip out the fanfic-fu again for the first time in years to see if I still got it. Anyway, would just like to say thank you to those who read any part of the story; I know Trigun fandom isn't exactly huge anymore and I'm quite surprised anyone looked at this at all.