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When Vash woke up that morning, the first thing that he registered and smelled was smoke. When rolling over onto the other side of the bed and feeling the body that was still laying beside him, a smile appeared on his face. “It’s so early,” Vash mumbles, taking his arm and wrapping it around Wolfwood’s waist, burying his face into his chest. “What are you smoking for?”
Wolfwood couldn’t help but smile, looking down at the man laying on top of him and running his fingers through his hair with his free hand. “Haven’t smoked since last night, spikey, what did you expect?”
Wolfwood always had a cigarette in his mouth. Rather it be the nicotine addiction or if it did help his stress, Nicholas D. Wolfwood always had a cigarette in his mouth. He always had something in his mouth. It could be a lollipop that he stole from a kid to get a laugh or a piece of stick that was not gross enough to chew on, but most of the time though, it was a cigarette.
The smell taking up the hotel room was pungent, the tobacco smell surrounding the room. The smell was homey. It was familiar, it was warm, and it was comforting to Vash. Wolfwood was comforting to Vash.
Vash hummed at the feeling of Wolfwood’s fingers running his hair, seeming to sink deeper into his chest. Lifting his head slightly, Vash started pressing light kisses to his chest. The hand laid across him seeming to strum his sides, the feeling barely even registering to Wolfwood as he took another puff off his cigarette. The kisses being placed were tickling him, going towards his neck and the line of his jaw, but never daring to move from his spot in the bed.
Letting himself relax and lean more into the bed, smoke filled the room even more than it had before. With no window being open because of the harsh and cold nights in the desert, there was no circulation to get it swirling out of the room. Another deep breath from the both of them, a gentle sigh from Vash, and a quiet hum from Wolfwood.
“Why don’t you smoke anymore, Needle-Noggin?” Wolfwood mumbled, breaking the comfortable silence that was between the two of them. Vash tensed a little bit, stopping all of his motions as he turned his head to look towards Wolfwood. Letting himself think for just a second, Vash quietly spoke, “I’m not quite too sure. I think it got to the point where it was hurting me too much, so I just decided to stop. I miss it sometimes…”
Wolfwood raised an eyebrow at his words, not breaking the eye contact they held. The tap of his finger hitting the cigarette and letting the ashes fall onto the floor.
Bringing the cigarette back to his mouth, his hand trailed up Vash’s back.
His fingers and hands were always so calloused, but Vash couldn’t help but think they felt soft and comforting against his own. Every single time they touched, there was no harm, only warmth. The roughness melted away when it touched his skin; when it touched him. Rather it is on his face, trying to hold onto his hands, reaching under his shirt, he felt mellow .
Not letting his fingertips leave his skin, Wolfwood ran up across and around Vash’s shoulder, grazing up his neck to grab his chin. His pointer finger held the bottom, his thumb holding the top of his chin, Wolfwood smiled more as he tilted Vash’s head up.
“Nico…?” Vash whispered, curiosity in his voice that was being taken away. Wolfwood smiled again, pulling his thumb down to open up Vash’s mouth, leaning in close to him. Both being so close that their lips brushed against one another. Not saying anything, Wolfwood opened up his mouth and proceeded to very slowly blow the smoke in between Vash’s lips.
Vash almost pulled away, so badly wanting to pull away to figure out what Wolfwood was doing. Until the smoke hit his lips. The confusion left his body. The smoke started to enter his mouth and fall over his teeth, trailing toward the back of his throat. Vash started to inhale the smoke.
His eyes fell shut as a smile appeared on his lips, the smoke floating down into his lungs and taking away the stress he didn’t even know he had. The familiar scent that constantly floated around him was now back in his own system.
“Does it hurt?” Wolfwood mumbled, leaning back so he could get a better look at Vash’s face. His fingers never left his chin, wanting to keep him close, never wanting to let him go. Vash didn’t even think before he shook his head, turning his face away to blow out the rest of the smoke that he didn’t inhale. “Surprisingly, no…” he whispered, opening his eyes and smiling gently at Wolfwood.
That damned smile.
Wolfwood nodded, turning his face away to look out the window, eyes trailing back towards the cigarette. He was blushing. “Can you do it again?” Vash mumbled, pulling Wolfwood’s attention back towards him. His eyes were ecstatic, hopeful, and filled with want. Wolfwood noticed.
Smiling, Wolfwood took the finger on his chin and moved it towards his cheek, gently running his thumb across it. “You really want me to?” He whispered, leaning in close once again, brushing his lips across Vash’s forehead, placing a faint kiss on the very top. “I do! I forgot what all smoking had felt and tasted like, and I-” a pause in his words; he was getting frustrated his words weren’t coming out like he wanted them to. “Don’t stress yourself out over it, Spikey, I’d do anything for you,” Wolfwood whispered, a loving smile appearing on his face. “You know I would…”
Hearing those words, the blush that was already on Vash’s face rose to another level, taking his face and hiding it in Wolfwood’s chest. His ears were turning as red as his coat that was hanging up beside the punisher. Hell, even the back of his neck was turning red. “Come on, angel, I can’t do anything to ya if you aren’t looking at me,” Wolfwood mumbled, leaning in right beside Vash’s ear before placing a chaste kiss on the upper part of his ear.
Vash smiled as he proceeded to slowly lift his head, meeting eyes with Wolfwood. So innocent, so pure, so loving. “Quit using those words on me and maybe I will,” he teased, taking his fingers and pulling on Wolfwood’s arm hair. A yelp was let out and a giggle followed. Rolling his eyes, Wolfwood brought the cigarette up to his lips again. “You’re getting payback later,” he mumbled, taking another hit.
Rolling his eyes, Vash leaned into Wolfwood, taking his hands and placing them on the side of Wolfwood’s head. His touch was so light and gentle, Wolfwood could barely even feel it. But he could register how close they were, how he could feel Vash’s breath hitting his chin, how he could smell the tobacco coming from Vash’s mouth instead of his own.
Pulling the cigarette and hand away from his mouth, Wolfwood took his other hand and ran it through Vash’s hair, pushing away the hair that strayed in front of his eyes. Leaning their lips together close, the smoke slowly left his mouth and filled Vash’s. The same satisfied hum from earlier surfaced again.
Not stopping how close he was getting, Wolfwood connected their lips. Warm and soft lips merged into one as Vash sighed into the kiss. The smoke was now in both of their mouths, sinking deeper and deeper into their lungs. Vash’s hands never moved from Wolfwood’s face, only taking his thumb and running it across his cheek, just like Wolfwood did earlier.
Wolfwood's hand stayed in his hair, moving towards the back of Vash’s head, pushing them even closer together. Wolfwood was running on a tobacco high (if you could even call it that.) A Vash high. His mind was blank, the only thoughts running through his head were “Vash, Vash, Vash!” He was so in love with him that it was making him sick. But he didn’t care.
He pulled away for a mere second, blowing out the smoke that was clouding his mouth before pressing their lips together once again. The smile from Vash never left as he continued to melt into Wolfwood. Their legs that were already entangled seemed to move even closer to one another, the blanket hanging on both their hips dropping onto the floor.
The kiss lasted for much longer than it should have, but neither of them cared. The only thing that mattered was one another. How close the other was to them. How warm they felt towards each other. How deeply in love they were falling. How they continued to fall even when they thought they had both reached rock bottom.
Just barely pulling away, Vash leaned their foreheads against one another, peppering kisses against his lips. “I am so in love with you, Nicholas.” He whispered, speaking in between each kiss he gave. Wolfwood couldn’t help but let out a giggle at him, going back to holding the side of his cheek. “As I to you, my dear..”
Wolfwood took the cigarette and brought it up to his lips again, letting his eyes fall shut as he took in the last couple of puffs the cigarette had in it. Before he could even get a full breath in, he felt fingers against his lips. The next thing he knew, the cigarette was being brought to Vash’s lips.
“You might need to buy two packs when you go into town next time…”