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It was a dark and stormy night. Wolfwood had fallen asleep with Vash pressed against his back, the sound of his boyfriends breathing lulling him to sleep despite the loud thunder claps echoing across the sky. The rain pounding on the window and the bright flashes through the glass brought him a sense of peace, lulling him further into the world of sleep while he and Vash had murmured back and forth to each other about plans for the next morning.
He had managed to sleep for a few hours, dreamless as per usual since he had moved in with Vash a year ago, before his body jolted awake. A sense of wrongness coursed through his veins, his heartbeat picking up as the room lit up, sending shadows spreading across the poster covered walls. His bare back was cold, and when he turned to complain to his boyfriend about moving away in his sleep, he froze. Vash wasn’t there, and judging by the cold sheets he pressed his hands into, he had been gone for a while.
Confusion came first, a frown setting itself onto his features as he sat up and let his eyes roam the room. Nothing was moved, aside from their blanket. Their clothes that they had stripped off upon entering the room were still in a pile next to the door, Vash’s phone was still on his nightstand, his shoes thrown halfway across the room because he knew it annoyed Wolfwood to no end.
Where had that little shit gone? And why was he taking so long to come back to bed?
Curiosity was next. He didn’t really want to get out of bed, but Vash had this thing where when he had nightmares or didn’t want to burden Wolfwood with his emotions, he would run off into another part of the apartment to cry by himself. Wolfwood had dragged him back to bed time and time again and demanded that the blond tell him what was going on, which usually resulted in them staying up until the sun rose and then falling asleep wrapped up in each other until the afternoon.
Seemed like tonight was going to be one of those nights. Wolfwood had been looking forward to a full night sleep with the storm in the background and his boyfriend's warmth, but he would sacrifice that for his blond, emotional boyfriend.
He sighed as he pushed the blanket off, stumbling his way out of bed and towards the door. The apartment was a bit cold, the pair usually being fine with just each other to keep warm, so he pulled on an abandoned pair of pajama bottoms and padded his way into the hallway.
He listened closely to hear any sounds of crying, sniffles or whining. Vash wasn’t the most quiet crier, but he would try his damndest to make sure that he didn’t accidentally wake up Wolfwood and ‘burden’ him with his emotions. Upon hearing nothing, another frown caught on his eyebrows, and he walked further down the hall.
Their apartment wasn’t huge, but it had a decent amount of space. Their bedroom was at the end of their one hallway, and he had to pass the bathroom before he would enter the living room. He peeked inside the dark room as he passed, noting that the mirror still had some steam on it. Vash must have not been able to stay asleep and took a shower in an attempt to grow tired. He picked up the abandoned towel on the floor and threw it in the hamper before making his way further down the hallway and stopping at the entrance.
The living room was dark, and completely personless as lightning flashed again and lit the room up. Everything was as they left it. Empty pizza box on the coffee table, napkins in a pile on the couch. They had apparently forgotten to put the soda away, and Wolfwood sighed again as he walked around the couch to grab the two-liter and napkins and then turning towards the kitchen.
He was halfway to the doorway when he realized there was a light in there. It was faint and small, but he knew they didn’t have anything that would produce any sort of light. He froze in his tracks, holding his breath as a shadow flashed in front of the light and then disappearing. The sound of glass settling against the counter echoed out towards him followed by what he thought was a lid twisting and being pulled off. Wolfwood’s fingers clenched against the soda, and he peeked towards the front door to make sure it was still locked and closed.
Before he knew it, he was pushing forward, slowly. There were more faint sounds against the counter, and humming. It felt really creepy, sending goosebumps up and down Wolfwood’s arms as he stopped at the entrance to the kitchen and peeked inside, the soda and napkins pressed to his broad chest as if there were going to be some strange monster inside of his kitchen that somehow hadn’t woken him up before.
What he saw was beyond terrifying… But also a little arousing?
Vash stood at the counter next to the opened refrigerator, back to Wolfwood, his golden hair shining in the dim light and his pretty eyes almost glowing in the dark. He was shirtless, bared only in his briefs and glasses, shoulder wide and broad and out for the entire world to see. His long legs, covered in scars, were lined in goosebumps, following all the way the rest of his scarred but beautiful body. Wolfwood’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes latching onto Vash’s shifting back muscles, practically foaming at the mouth as Vash picked up a large jar, tipping his head back to swallow whatever it was.
Wolfwood narrowed his eyes, leaning further forward to catch the label on the jar in the dimmed refrigerator light, tongue pressing itself against his teeth as Vash raised the jar up further until…
“Are you drinking fucking pickle juice?”
Vash startled at the words, jumping and spilling half of the jar onto his front before he slammed it down against the counter and whirled to look at his boyfriend. Vash’s eyes were wide, panic settling itself against his features before he pushed the pickle jar behind him and leaned casually against the counter.
“What? No? I was um…” He looked back towards the fridge frantically, mouth opening and closing on words he didn’t seem to have. “I was trying to get a glass of milk!” Wolfwood raised an eyebrow at the words, shoving the soda and napkins onto the small table next to the door and then walking further into the kitchen, eyeing Vash’s wet chest and crinkling his nose.
“That is not milk, babe,” he replied, reaching out and rubbing a finger across Vash’s chest before bringing the finger to his lips, sucking the juice into his mouth with a grimace, watching a blush spread itself across Vash’s cheeks as he stared at Wolfwood’s mouth. Blue eyes reflected the light, and the light bounced off the juice on the floor and Vash’s chest and then Wolfwood was pushing forward.
He grabbed the back of Vash’s neck, pulling him down to kiss at his slick lips, using his other hand to spread across Vash’s right pec. His hand was immediately wet, and when Vash pressed forward to kiss him deeper, to wrap his arms around him, Wolfwood pushed against him and pulled his lips away.
“Absolutely fucking not,” he snapped, ignoring the sad puppy eyes his boyfriend immediately gave him, but relishing in the warm hands settling against his hips. “You’re beyond lucky I even kissed you, you stink.” God he wanted to fuck this man.
Vash pouted further, his shoulders sagging and hair moving in front of his eyes. It almost made Wolfwood hesitate, the hand behind Vash’s head moving to his chin and lifting up. Vash looked at him through his glasses and hair, bottom lip stuck out and cheeks red and sweet. Wolfwood smirked at the expression, then turned down towards the ground where Vash still stood in a puddle of pickle juice.
“If you want anything more than that stupid kiss you need another shower.” Vash groaned at the words, leaning back against the counter and shoving Wolfwood’s hands away. He laughed at the actions, flicking at Vash’s forehead before he stepped towards the fridge and closed the door. “I don’t really feel like sleeping on sheets that reek of pickles, also clean this shit up. And please throw out the rest of that juice.” Vash gave him a look in the dark, and Wolfwood swiped at him before making his way back towards the door, his feet cold against the tile and warmth leaving the parts of his body that Vash’s hands had been settled.
“Shower with me?” Vash called out, followed by the sounds of the lid being put onto the pickle jar and the fridge door opening again. Wolfwood laughed and shook his head, making a mental note to toss that shit out before Vash woke up in the morning.
“I’ll get it warm for you, idiot.”