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Loving someone like Vash Saverem is equal parts incredibly easy as it is excruciatingly difficult, Wolfwood thinks. 

In one regard, Vash is easy to love because well, he’s gorgeous. Tall, lean, athletic, blue eyes he could easily get lost in for days. A toothy smile that could brighten up the whole room, the life of any party he attends, with his endless charm and witty charisma. He’s also stupidly nice to a fault, to the extent that he gives a guy like Wolfwood the time of day. 

Alternatively, though…sheesh, loving Vash can be quite the toughie. For one, he’s stubborn as all hell. He’s always convinced that what he’s doing is right even when Wolfwood will swear up and down that he’s so very wrong. Case in hand, that time Vash got banned from debate club when they were in college because he would argue his points so resolutely even when he was losing, and throw a bitch fit whenever anyone proposed an idea he didn’t like. That stupid nice thing also comes into play as quite the negative more often than not, primarily because he’s always putting himself at a disadvantage for it. There is absolutely no reason for Vash to lend out exorbitant amounts of money to his coworker with a sob story – that turned out to be fake because of course it was – or for him to attempt to break up a random bar fight – because ‘Love and peace is important! Let’s not fight, please?’ – and come out of it bruised and cut up rather than applauded as the brave vigilante hero he thinks he is. 

But Vash’s biggest flaw, Wolfwood thinks, is certainly his compulsory attachment to his psychotic twin brother. Nai Saverem, also known as Knives, the edge lord. The last part is an epithet that Wolfwood tagged on but is 100% accurate if you ask him. 

Because Nai is essentially an amalgamation of all Vash’s worst traits on blast, with a dash of incest sprinkled on top. He’s just as stubborn, but rather than stupidly nice, he’s stupidly rude and sadistic. And yeah, the incest part is a pretty big flaw to most. 

“Honestly, Vash, I don’t know why you associate yourself with this riffraff,” Nai says, nose turned up in distaste, arms crossed over his chest in a way that’s slightly (a lot) distracting because of how it pushes his pecs together. It’s not his fault, really, it’s Nai’s for always wearing those wifebeater tank tops that show entirely too much, like how massive his tits are. “You know you could do better. Me, I mean. I am the better you could do.”

While incest is a pretty big flaw to most, however, Wolfwood doesn’t really care about Nai being a brother fucker who wants to fuck his own twin if he’s being entirely honest. He just cares that Nai is trying to fuck the twin that he’s also been trying to also fuck for the better part of six years now, but Vash simply won’t take a hint. It's pretty obvious that Nai hates him for similar reasons, which doesn't help argue his case against the incestuous claims against him. 

He also thinks that Vash simply chooses not to see Nai’s incest too, because he only hums pleasantly in response to Nai, taking another bite of his donut. They’re plastered onto the couch in Vash’s living room right now, Wolfwood invited himself over after he finished his shift at the local orphanage, and Nai is always there. He basically lives with Vash for all intents and purposes, even if Vash insists that they don’t live together, always saying ‘Nai is just checking in on me. You know how he worries!’ to explain his constant presence there. 

“You’re literally pathetic.” Wolfwood rolls his eyes, putting out his cigarette. “We all know I’m Blondie’s favorite.”

“Who is we?” Nai asks, cocking an eyebrow. “Is ‘we’ with us in the room right now, Nicholas?”

“It’s not my fault that you’re so deluded, you think your brother could fall in love with you someday.”

“Oh my God, I am not deluded!” Nai argues, warmth bleeding onto his cheeks, but he doesn’t even bother denying the second half of Wolfwood’s statement. “You are a scoundrel. So rude and uncultured –”

Wolfwood snorts, taking a languid drag from his cigarette, sneering because he knows Nai can’t stand it when he smokes indoors. He says it stinks up the living room and the smell lingers on the furniture, so Wolfwood smokes twice as much to piss him off even more. Surely enough, Nai is glowering at him through the smoke, eyebrows pinched and his lips turned down into a pouty frown of disapproval. Still, he doesn’t say anything, even though Wolfwood knows he’s just itching to vocalize his irritation. Whatever, he’s sure Nai won’t mind smelling a little bit of him on his furniture while he’s gone.

He knows that Nai is remembering the same situation he’s thinking of, however, which makes his sneer widen around his cigarette. 

‘Just say that your furniture smelling like me puts your panties in a twist instead of making up excuses, love.’

‘You are literally the most arrogant man I’ve ever met.’

‘I didn’t know you knew any other men. Should I be jealous?’

‘Oh fuck off, Nicholas.’

Ever since then, Nai has been unable to say anything to argue against Wolfwood smoking in the living room, and he considers that another point in his favor. 

“All your cursing just sounds like denial to me,” Wolfwood replies smoothly. 

“Can you guys just stop?” Vash says, his voice taking on a shrill octave that makes Wolfwood wince a little, reminding them both that he’s still here. Quite literally wedged in between them, actually. “You guys are always bickering and frankly? It’s incredibly annoying to be in the middle between you two.”

Wolfwood blinks in bemusement, flicking his cigarette into the ash tray, putting it out before he’s already lighting another one. He has to wonder if Vash is being intentionally dense, or if he really doesn’t grasp the fact that Wolfwood and Nai are literally fighting over him. 

Nai, on the other hand, looks distraught that Vash is upset with him in any capacity.

“But, Vash, I really don’t understand how you can stand someone like him,” Nai beseeches him. “He literally looks and smells like a stray dog that was left out in the rain.”

“Man, there’s only one bitch in this house and it’s not me.” Wolfwood sighs, a wisp of smoke falling from his lips languidly.

Vash plants his face in the palms of his hands and lets out a muffled scream. Then, when he's done, he plasters a stiff smile on his face, and stands up and grabs two bottles of hard liquor. 

"If I'm going to be dealing with you two at the same time," Vash says, opening the bottle of cheap vodka. "I'm going to need to be drunk for it. You're both drinking with me so you can get off each other's dicks for more than 2 seconds."

Nai gawks at that and Wolfwood can't help but laugh, but they’re entirely too whipped for Vash to ever say no to him, so they nod obediently and proceed to spend the rest of the night drinking until nothing makes sense anymore. 

When Wolfwood wakes, it’s to a hammering headache and an all-encompassing heat that makes him feel like he’s been tossed inside a literal furnace. He’s swathed in that heat, is drenched in his own sweat – which is incredibly gross by the way – in addition to being parched, his chest is tight and is currently struggling a bit to breathe. Probably because of the heavy weight that’s draped atop his body like he’s nothing more than a body pillow.

Wolfwood groans audibly, blinking slowly, eyelids weighted down with heavy fatigue. He registers sunlight streaming through the window, indicating that it’s a new day, which also triggers another lance of pain to pierce straight through his skull. He’s definitely hungover, all that vodka and beer from last night is starting to feel like a mistake right about now, and he’d love to keep sleeping it off if not for how fucking hot he feels right now.

Wolfwood literally feels like he’s been submerged inside Satan’s asshole.

“Vash…” a deep voice that’s all too familiar rumbles straight into his ear, tightening its grasp around his midriff.

Wolfwood stiffens at that, waking right up, all grogginess fading immediately as his eyes snap open. Suddenly, he connects the dots as to what that suffocating weight atop him is, swallowing audibly as he feels a leg wedged between his own. Dangerously close to his morning wood. Fuck. No wonder he’s drowning in his own sweat.

Somehow, the person who’s treating Wolfwood like a glamorized body pillow, is none other than Nai Saverem.

How the fuck did Wolfwood get tangled up with Nai – I want my twin brother to fuck me – Saverem? He’s sure that they didn’t fuck each other last night, not with Vash in the middle between them – Wolfwood would have surely remembered if they had a threesome because that would be the highlight of his life. That said, there’s no reason why they should be in the same bed as each other when Vash has enough rooms and beds in his roomy apartment for each person to crash in separately.

Looking around him for clues, while also trying to avoid fixating on Nai’s stronghold grip around his waist that isn’t distracting at all, Wolfwood scans the room for Vash or any other clues as to why they’re together in bed. They’re both dressed, so yeah, they didn’t fuck, and this is Vash’s guest room. Atop the bedside drawer to his left, Wolfwood sees a glass of water, a bottle of ibuprofen.

Wolfwood makes a heroic effort to grab the paper without moving enough to stir Nai into waking, who is still mumbling Vash’s name underneath his breath like the pathetic loser he is, eyes fluttering a bit when the subtle shift forces Nai’s thick thigh to brush against his morning wood. He bites down hard on his bottom lip, ignoring the way his dick starts to reach full mast at the touch, trying to focus on instead on the paper between his fingers.

Hey Nico and Nai!

You both really drank a lot so I tossed you guys on the same bed so you could deal with your hangovers together. Consider it revenge for all the fights you guys make me sit through >:( I left ibuprofen and water on the bedside desk, so you don’t have to suffer for too long. Please do me a favor and figure out your weird sexual tension and finally do something about it. It’s getting incredibly painful to watch at this point if I’m being entirely honest :-/ The room is locked by the way!!! You won’t be able to leave till the end of the day when I get back from my shift at work :D

Please take care and be safe! Have fun :*

P.S. Nai gets pretty horny in the mornings, especially after a night of drinking. Alcohol makes him a lot ‘clingier’ than usual if you get my drift, so do with that what you will hehe 😉

Vash xxx

Wolfwood blinks slowly as he rereads the note once, then twice, then three times just to make sure he’s not hallucinating what he just read. It’s hard to focus, sure, with Nai’s thigh brushing against his hard cock in his briefs and his nose nuzzling against his nape in a way that’s entirely too distracting, but he can still focus enough to get the gist of Vash’s note.

Essentially, Vash, even after six years, still doesn’t realize that Wolfwood is in love with him. Or that his brother is in love with him. Rather, he thought that all the thinly veiled insults and threats they threw at each other were all part of an elaborate courtship ritual and decided to take matters into his own hands. Mainly by getting them both drunk off their asses and then tossing them onto one bed and locking them inside so they can deal with their feelings.

Clearly, Vash has been reading way too much fanfiction because what the hell is that supposed to achieve? He also feels like he should be crushed after reading a note like that, realizing that Vash really doesn’t have any feelings towards him after all these years. And, yeah, there is some disappointment there, but he’s mostly okay. Maybe, he’s just too hungover to properly nurse a broken heart at the moment, will process those feelings later.

Wolfwood crumples the note in his hand, unsure if he even wants to show such an incriminating note to Nai. He knows that Nai would throw a bitch fit if he read that note, would be so affronted at any insinuation that there’s any tension of any kind between them aside from mutual hatred. Then, when he’s done trying to murder Wolfwood for that misunderstanding, he’d start despairing over how his brother doesn’t see him that way. Instead of dealing with all that melodrama, he shifts to grab the water bottle, downing all of it with two pills of ibuprofen. He drinks like a man stranded in the desert, guzzling the water greedily and let it dribble down his chin, not caring about the fact that he finished Nai’s share too. He sighs in relief, the placebo effect of popping pills already starting to sink in, his headache already starting to clear within moments.

The problem with that, however, is that without the headache there to distract him, all he can focus on is the problem plastered against his body. Nai’s body – that he always appreciated for how built it is with compact muscle and massive bazonkas – is currently pressed against him, so he can feel how soft those tits are against his bare back because he definitely took his shirt off at some point during the night and his cock is literally throbbing in his briefs. 

Thinking about the brother of the object of his affections this way almost feels like forbidden territory, especially when said brother is literally a psycho who's too into incest, but he's also so, so hot. He'd be blind and an idiot to think otherwise because he's obviously noticed that over the years since Nai had always been there, but he just never acted on it because it felt like if he did, then he'd have no chances left with Vash. And also, well, he knew Nai wouldn't care for it or for him. 

"Vash," Nai whines into his ear incoherently, his voice so husky and needy as he ruts his hips against his ass. "I need you, please." 

Oh, if Wolfwood were to dip his fingers into Nai’s shorts, pushing past the waistband and into his briefs, he has a feeling that Nai would be drenched. His pretty pussy would be so wet, so tight around his fingers, around his cock –

Wolfwood’s teeth clamp down hard on his bottom lip to stifle the groan that threatens to fall from his lips as he wraps a hand around his cock. His fingers brush against Nai’s bare thigh in the process which makes Nai’s possessive hold around his midriff tighten, snuggling even closer to him, none the wiser as Wolfwood takes himself in his hand. Liquid hot arousal is pumping through his veins, feels it pooling into the base of his stomach, his cock so hard and heavy in his hand as it leaks pre-come all over his palm, successfully ruining his briefs.

He imagines Nai now. Nai with his mouth around his cock. His cock inside of his pussy. Nai’s eyes rolling back, tears in his eyes as Wolfwood fucks him so good, fucking the bitchiness out of him until the only coherent word on his tongue is Wolfwood, not Vash –

His eyes roll back as his hand moves over his cock, feeling his balls tighten, his cock twitching. He's about to come, it's barely been a few moments since he's started, but he's so wound up. He needs it, can't stop thinking about Nai, Nai, Nai even though it's always been Vash who starred in every dirty fantasy of his for the past six years. 

Maybe the taboo element of what he's doing is what makes Wolfwood’s blood boil hotter, his arousal coiling tightly in the base of his stomach as he's about to fall right over the edge. 

"What the fuck are you doing, Nicholas?" Nai asks, voice dripping with disdain, pushing Wolfwood away from him, ripping him suddenly of that intoxicating warmth just as he was about to shoot his load. "Please tell me you're not masturbating right now." 

Wolfwood makes a choked sound, can't even find any words to refute that claim, groans instead because he wants to come so bad. Even getting caught didn’t manage to kill his boner, if anything, it only makes him even more desperate for release.

Nai curses, bodily forcing him flat onto his back. Nai hovers over him, essentially straddling him, as he stares at him with his cold grey eyes with a mixture of confusion, contempt, and visceral disgust. 

Wolfwood hates that it turns him on even more, feels his cock twitch, another dollop of pre-come falling atop his hand. Hums as he drinks in Nai’s thick thighs that are bulging in his tiny boxer briefs and the swell of his tits in his wifebeater, how shiny and flushed his skin is with sweat, his hair, which is typically groomed to perfection, a total mess. 

Nai looks like he just got his back blown out, and while he knows he didn't, Wolfwood can't stop thinking about the possibility of it now. Blames it on Vash’s stupid note and how he put the idea in his head. 

Besides, if Vash doesn’t like him like that, then what’s the harm in getting a bit dirty to forget about his impending heartbreak?

"Finally woke up, princess." Wolfwood shoots Nai a smarmy smirk that he’s sure will drive him insane, hand still moving over his cock languidly. "I wondered how long it would take you to wake up from whatever horny dream you were having about your brother. Was sort of hoping you'd come in your sleep."

Wolfwood is certain he didn’t miss the way Nai’s eyes shifted downwards, fleetingly, towards his hand around his cock. Nor did he miss the dark blush that’s currently staining Nai’s cheeks, spreading like wildfire to the tips of his ears and down his neck to his chest.

"Oh my God, you're sick." Nai scoffs. He shifts to get off Wolfwood but finds that he can't move because Wolfwood’s hands are wrapped tightly around the small of his slutty little waist. "What do you think you're doing, Nicholas?"

"Bold of you to call me sick when you're the one who was having a wet dream about your twin brother," Wolfwood whispers softly, rubbing small circles into Nai’s skin underneath his tank top. "Don't you think that's a tiny bit hypocritical, princess?"

Nai shudders, eyes fluttering ever so slightly, but he shakes his head resolutely. Wolfwood also knows he has him, hook, line, and sinker, because Nai is stronger than him. He could probably fling Wolfwood into a wall without even flinching if he wanted to, and yet, he doesn't do that. 

Instead, he stays on Wolfwood’s lap, his grey eyes turning a shade darker as they flicker back to Wolfwood’s hand moving up and down his cock. This time, he doesn’t just steal a glance. No, his eyes linger there, staring.

He looks greedy, hungry even. 

"Don't call me princess," Nai says. "I don't like it." 

"Oh yeah?" Wolfwood hums. "Is that why there's a wet spot in your underwear then? Because you hate it so much? Because it's me?" 

"Don't get cocky," Nai snarls, folding his arms over his chest, turning away from where he was staring at Wolfwood’s cock. "You're not Vash." 

Wolfwood rolls his eyes, pulling himself up into a sitting position, bringing himself so close to Nai’s face. Nai’s eyes widen, immediately moving to shove Wolfwood away, stilling when he feels Wolfwood's cock rub against his pussy in his flimsy boxer briefs. 

And oh, is Nai so wet right now. 

"Sure, I'm not Vash," Wolfwood reasons, brushing his nose against Nai’s as his hands start to climb steadily higher. "And you're not Vash either. But we're both here in the bedroom he locked us up in without him, and incredibly horny. Isn't that quite the conundrum?" 

"What?" Nai asks, already sounding distracted. Especially when Wolfwood’s fingers find his nipple underneath his tank top, flicking it, then massaging it languidly. "Hah, what was that you said about Vash?" 

This is the perfect opportunity for Wolfwood to show Nai the note Vash left, has it crumpled up next to his pillow, all he has to do is reach for it. But nah, he decides, not yet. 

He wants Nai to melt into his hands entirely due to Wolfwood and not because of any note Vash left behind or his silly meddling. 

"I said," Wolfwood replies, purposely leaving Nai hanging as he presses a wet kiss to the spot behind his ear. Then shifts to languidly lick up the length of his ear, blowing a hot wisp of air directly into it that has Nai squirming in his lap, right against his cock. "How long do you want to save yourself for Vash? Don't you want to know how it feels to get kissed, get fucked so good you can't think? You're missing out on so much, princess." 

"Why are you implying that I’m – that I never –? Oh, God, never mind, you're so rude." 

Splotches of an angry shade of red are spreading all over his skin now, festering, his body overheating as he melts into Wolfwood’s touch. There's something captivating about it, Wolfwood thinks, seeing someone as volatile and bitchy as Nai always is melting into a puddle of blushing needy want. He already feels obsessed, his hand squeezing Nai’s small waist till it bruises. 

How could Wolfwood have passed up on something so delectable for years? 

"Oh, sweetheart, it's so obvious that you're a virgin," Wolfwood replies, pressing a kiss to the corner of Nai’s lips. "But I could change that, yeah? From one guy who's in love with Vash to another, it would even be fitting, wouldn’t it? He wouldn't even have to know." 

"But I would know," Nai whines as Wolfwood’s fingers tease at the waistband of his boxer briefs, his other hand tugging and teasing at his nipple. Oh, he’s so sensitive, each touch causing Nai to shiver and melt. "I would know that I let someone filthy like you touch me like that." 

"Wouldn't you say that's the hottest part, though?" Wolfwood implores, letting his fingers slip past the waistband and Nai doesn't stop him. "That you're letting – what was it you said last night? Ahh, right, riffraff – riffraff like me touch someone so pretty and perfect like you."

Nai's skin is so smooth and soft, even down there, can feel how hairless his glistening cunt is. He's moving his hips in little circles, which is giving Wolfwood a modicum of relief, but nowhere near enough considering how close he'd been to climax before Nai rudely ripped it away from him. Wolfwood hums, lips tilting upwards when Nai doesn't stop him from letting his fingers brush against his swollen clit. 

Rather, Nai gasps, eyes rolling back as his nails dig harshly into Wolfwood’s shoulders until he draws blood. The sting of pain goes straight to Wolfwood’s cock. 

"What do you say, princess?" Wolfwood prompts. "Do you want me to be your dirty little secret?" 

"And Vash won't know?" Nai glowers at him, shifting to give Wolfwood access to properly massage his clit. 

Wolfwood nods lazily, flicking at Nai’s clit dutifully, miming the motion of sealing his lips and throwing away the key. If he's being entirely honest, he isn't even thinking about Vash right now. Rather, Vash is the furthest thing from his mind right now. 

After all, how could he possibly be thinking about Vash right now when he's got a puddle of his perfect twin brother in his hands? Not even a substitute for Vash, but something just as delectable, if not more so. 

"Especially not Vash," Wolfwood lies, ignoring the note that's burning a hole into the mattress next to him. "He won't know a thing. That's why it's a secret." 

"Then so be it." Nai huffs. "Only just this once, I'll let you touch me. So, you ought to make it worth my while." 

"Your wish is my command, princess." 

And really that's all the invitation Wolfwood needs to close the minimal distance between them with a kiss that knocks the breath out of both their chests. It’s a brutal kiss, messy because Nai clearly has no experience with kissing anything but his pillow, but also because Wolfwood feels a foreign sense of desperation. He’s never wanted so much before, biting down hard on Nai’s bottom lip, their teeth clashing together as their tongues move against each other. It’s messy, wet too because Nai keeps drooling and moaning into his mouth because Wolfwood’s fingers on his clit are relentless now, but Wolfwood loves it. Kisses Nai until spit is falling down his chin, till they’re both breathless, Nai whining into his lips as he tries to push him away instead of pulling him closer.

Which Wolfwood obliges, smattering kisses against Nai’s skin, over his cheeks and down his throat. He bares his teeth, sinking them into his pale unmarked skin, lapping up the delicious taste of salty sweat that’s accruing there, knowing full well that it will definitely leave a bruise. Well aware that a beautiful shade of violet will bloom where his lips are and Nai wouldn’t even be able to hide it, let alone make up an excuse for it because he’s such a terrible liar. He rubs at Nai’s clit all the while, pinching and tugging it, feeling Nai shudder at the touches and all the kissing. He smirks against Nai’s skin, when Nai’s whole body jolts as if electrocuted when his lips find Nai’s nipple through the thin material of his tank top, closing his lips around it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Nai curses, an incoherent mantra as his hips move against Wolfwood’s fingers manically without any rhyme or rhythm, riding out his own orgasm. “Nicholas, fuck, I’m coming –”

Wolfwood hums, content with Nai suffocating him against his sweaty voluptuous chest, letting him ride out his first orgasm of the morning until he’s boneless. Looks all flushed and fucked out with a post-climax glow that makes Wolfwood preen because he’s the one who did that. 

Post-orgasm glow looks good on Nai, Wolfwood thinks distantly, taking in how gorgeous Nai looks with flushed and sweaty skin. His grey eyes dazed, tears clinging to his lashes, his briefs ruined and sticking to his drenched pussy. He looks so fucked out already, and Wolfwood hasn’t even put his cock in him, and it’s making his own cock twitch with so much want.

Oh, Wolfwood wants nothing more than to devour Nai again and again.

“You’re so hot,” Wolfwood breathes. “How are you still a virgin?”

Nai is also fucked out enough to not complain at all when Wolfwood reverts their positions in one swift motion, pushing Nai into the mattress, with a silent promise to himself that by the time he's done with him, Nai won't even be thinking about Vash anymore. 

“Nicholas?” Nai implores, looking dazed. 

“Shh,” Wolfwood presses a kiss to Nai’s lips as he deftly pulls down Nai’s absolutely ruined boxer briefs completely. “Let me take care of you, princess.”

Nai gasps as Wolfwood spreads his thick thighs apart to reveal his pussy on full display. So fucking wet just like he expected, his folds glistening with his own arousal, his clit so red and swollen from the little teasing he did to it and his first orgasm. 

Oh, how Wolfwood wishes to feast on that pussy. 

"Oh my God, stop staring like that. You're making it weird," Nai grouses out, trying to close his legs. 

Wolfwood, however, doesn't let him. His fingers dig into the meat of his thighs, prying them apart forcibly, because he refuses to let Nai obscure this view from his feasting eyes. He licks his bottom lip.

"How can I not stare when you're so goddamn gorgeous?" 

“You – you’re so, so…” Nai trails off, staring at Wolfwood with a glower that lacks any heat. “So despicable,” Nai finishes lamely.

Wolfwood barks a laugh at that, burying his face in Nai’s thick thigh to muffle the sound which turns into a kiss. Keeps on kissing downwards, scraping his teeth as he does to leave more bruises. More traces of him on Nai’s skin for him to remember him by, because if this is a one-time thing, then he wants to leave his mark so Nai can’t forget him that easily. So that when he tries to touch himself while thinking of Vash, he’ll see the bruises Wolfwood left, and the fantasy will be ruined because Wolfwood will be a part of that fantasy now. Instead, he’ll be in the starring role.

Nai’s dirty little secret and his guilty pleasure. 

When he reaches the part he’d been coveting the most, he can feel Nai suck in his breath more than he can hear it, and grins. 

“Surely, you’re not going to do that.”

“Oh, but surely I am,” Wolfwood counters. He drags his fingers through Nai’s drenched folds, bringing them back to suck on his fingers, humming audibly at the tart taste exploding on his tongue. “You taste delicious.”

Wolfwood doesn’t wait for Nai’s response before finally burying his face in that delectable pussy. Wraps his lips around his swollen clit, sucking on it, wresting a strangled gasp from Nai’s lips. Squeezes his thick thighs as he lets his fingers brush against his hole, one finger going in so easily because of how wet he is that he pushes another one in too. Nai groans, fingers digging painfully into Wolfwood’s scalp, forcing him closer until Wolfwood’s nose is buried in his soppy cunt, his facial hair scraping against Nai’s soft and smooth skin in the most satisfying way. 

Wolfwood doesn’t mind it, however, pushing a third finger in and relishing in the way Nai clenches around his fingers so deliciously. He’s prodding pointedly for something in specific, however, smirks into Nai’s skin when he feels it. Knows he hit the jackpot when he feels Nai’s whole body stiffen as if electrocuted, his breath hitching around a broken gasp. 

“Nicholas, stop it, Nicholas,” Nai groans, and his name has never sounded so perfect as it does when Nai is getting his brains fucked out by him. A sound he could put on repeat, his new favorite song, the kind he will never tire of. “I’m gonna, I feel weird, pull off –”

And yet, Nai seems to be pulling him in closer, grinding Wolfwood’s face so close against his pussy and his thighs flexing around his head until Wolfwood can barely breathe. But if he were to die suffocated in Nai’s thighs, he thinks that wouldn’t be such a bad way to go out. 

Fuck, he’s so goddamn hard, ruts his own cock against the mattress in a desperate attempt for relief but it only pushes him further over the edge. 

But Wolfwood is a man on a mission, so he fucks his fingers into Nai harder, with purpose, prodding at his G-spot each time. With each thrust, he feels Nai’s thighs flex around his head harder, his fingers on his scalp probably drawing blood, his hole clenching around his fingers in a way that’s maddening when he imagines his own cock thrusting into that tightness – 

And then Nai squirts all over his face, effectively drowning Wolfwood in it, groaning so deeply as he does. Wolfwood blinks quizzically, because he hadn’t quite expected that, but he finally pulls off his clit with a pop and moves to lap it all up with his tongue, effectively drenching himself until his chin and the mattress underneath them is a mess of their own creation. Continues to eat out Nai, fucking him with his tongue, absorbing his perfect tangy taste on his tongue until Nai starts to shudder in oversensitivity, shoving him off his cunt with an aggressive shove that makes Wolfwood laugh breathlessly. 

“You made me piss myself,” Nai glares at him, which is usually terrifying, but isn’t terrifying at all now when Nai’s skin is so flushed and sweaty with his second orgasm and his own cum all over Wolfwood’s face. “I should kill you.”

“Princess, you didn’t piss,” Wolfwood clarifies, cupping Nai’s cheeks as he licks his bottom lip. He whispers against his lips, “You just felt so good that you squirted. You’re welcome by the way.”

He then seals the distance between them, kissing Nai again and making him taste himself on Wolfwood’s tongue, so he can know just how sweet he actually tastes. Nai moans into the kiss, narcissist that he is, hands scraping at Wolfwood’s shoulders when he feels Wolfwood’s cock start to rut against his drenched pussy. 

Nai shakes his head, pulling away from the kiss, eyes glazed over. 

“I already came twice, there’s no way that you’re going to put that inside of me,” Nai argues, but Wolfwood shushes him, continuing to rub his cock against his soft folds. “Nicholas!”

“It’s not fair for you to take my orgasm away from me twice when I let you come twice, no?” Wolfwood prompts, the tip of his cock snagging on Nai’s stretched out hole. “C’mon, princess, I know you can give me another.”

“Absolutely not, I can’t - hah - I can’t come that many times,” Nai says, but his words are starting to sound less convincing, teeth digging into his bottom lip to stem his moans. His hole is clenching so deliciously around the tip of Wolfwood’s cock, that it’s driving him insane. “Go jack off in the bathroom or whatever, this is not my problem.”

“Just the tip, baby,” Wolfwood promises, smattering kisses against Nai’s cheeks and the corner of his lips, over his beauty mark underneath his eye that’s opposite to the one underneath Vash’s eye. “It’ll feel so good, promise.”

“Fine, fine, you’re insufferable,” Nai groans, rolling his eyes as he pushes Wolfwood away from his face. “Just the tip though!”

“Yeah, just the tip,” Wolfwood agrees, groaning as he bottoms out, fucking Nai until he’s balls deep. “Bless your soul, princess.”

“Wait, that’s not just the -”

Wolfwood isn’t really listening anymore, though, because he’s already fucking Nai hard. So obsessed with how tight and perfect Nai is around his cock, how Nai whines and clenches around his cock, how his fingers find purchase on his shoulders and draws blood because of how good it feels. How he wraps those thick thighs he loves so much around Wolfwood’s middle, letting Wolfwood fuck into him as deep as he can because despite his protests, he’s a greedy little slut for pleasure too. 

The kind of pleasure he hadn’t known before Wolfwood, fucking him so good, that he might never know any pleasure better than it after him too. Because Wolfwood knows damn well that Vash, sweet boy that he is, would never be able to fuck Nai the same way he’s fucking him right now. 

And Nai looks so wrecked right now, debauched in the best way, tears streaming down his cheeks because of all the oversensitivity and greedy want coursing through his veins. All because of him. 

“You like that, princess?” Wolfwood asks, pinching Nai’s nipples, feeling Nai tighten around his cock as a direct response. “You’re so tight, so wet. Think you can squirt twice?”

“I literally hate you so much,” Nai groans. Then, once more with feeling, “Make me come. I – I’m so close.”

Wolfwood honestly wishes he could edge Nai for a little bit longer, but with how on edge he’s been and for so long, he already feels close to the edge himself. Wolfwood groans, trying to angle his thrusts towards the same spot that makes Nai see stars, fingers playing with his neglected clit until Nai’s eyes start to roll back and his back arches. 

“Come for me, princess.”

And Nai does, his orgasm slamming into him as he clamps around Wolfwood’s cock in a vice grip, his greedy cunt refusing to let him go. He shudders so violently as he comes for the third time, whispering Wolfwood’s name in a mindless mantra of ‘Nicholas’, ‘Nicholas, please’, ‘Nicholas, oh God, Nicholas’ that drives him insane because he never thought he’d hear Nai moaning his name so deliciously like that.

His name on Nai’s tongue is enough to send Wolfwood catapulting over the edge, finally coming with a guttural groan as he fucks his own cum so deep into Nai. He fucks Nai through his orgasm, making him squirm at the oversensitivity, but he still doesn’t push Wolfwood away.

“You’re so perfect, Nai,” Wolfwood groans through his orgasm. “Fuck.” 

“Hngh,” Nai moans, clenching around Wolfwood once at the praise. His eyes dilate, staring at Wolfwood. “I feel so full.”

“Don’t mind it,” Wolfwood says, wishing he could take a picture of the moment he pulls his cock out of Nai’s red and used hole, their cum mixing together as it drips out of him and onto the ruined mattress underneath them. “You’re absolutely perfect this way.”

If Nai preens at the praise, blushing as he turns to bury his face in the pillow so Wolfwood can’t see the dopey look on his face, Wolfwood doesn’t say anything. He does snicker though, which makes Nai groan into the pillow. 

“Wanna go for another round, princess?” Wolfwood asks, trailing a finger up the length of Nai’s arm, enjoying the way his pale skin bursts into goosebumps at a mere touch. “Seeing as this is a one-time thing and all, we might as well make the most out of it, yeah?” Then, leaning down to whisper the words directly into Nai’s ear. “I could even teach you the wonders of sucking dick.”

This is partly true, but it’s mainly that Wolfwood wants to savor this. Savor these stolen moments of unadulterated horny bliss until Vash eventually comes home and they’ll have to go back to their roles as hostile rivals who are competing for Vash’s love that neither of them will probably ever get. 

“How do you have so much endless energy?” Nai complains. Then he pauses, contemplating, nodding once. “Fine. Just one more time.”

Wolfwood turns Nai over with a smarmy grin, ready to go for yet another round, his dick already half-hard at the prospect of getting it wet again. He kind of feels bad for Vash’s ruined mattress, but not too bad though, since this is pretty much his fault, so he’ll just have to deal. Honestly, his idea was pretty much genius though even if it was stupid as hell, so maybe Wolfwood should send him flowers as a gift later. 

By the time Vash comes home several hours later, key turning in the lock of the front door, he’s become the furthest thing on both their minds. Wolfwood hears something distantly, but he can’t really pay attention to it, not when Nai is currently riding his dick. Or well, trying to anyway, it’s more like he’s grinding onto it while glowering at Wolfwood because he’s just watching and not helping at all. 

In his defense, the view from down here is quite nice, gets a front-row seat to Nai’s perfect tits, and how cute he looks with tears in his eyes. 

He does, however, notice when the knob turns and he sees a shocked Vash standing in the bedroom doorway with his jaw slack and his eyes wide. Nai doesn’t even notice Vash is there because he’s so fucked out right now and keeps fucking himself onto Wolfwood’s dick, which is kind of funny, but Wolfwood doesn’t think Nai will be laughing when he sees Vash standing there. 

It’s also kind of hot as hell, seeing how red Vash’s face is right now, staring at every movement of their bodies instead of looking away. 

Looks like Vash is finally noticing them both after all this time, ironically enough.

“Nai.” Wolfwood coughs into his hand, actually using his name for once. “Uh, Needle-Noggin, your brother, he’s here.”

Nai blinks at that slowly, as if slowly processing what Wolfwood just told him through his sex-addled brain, turning his head to the right in horror to see his own brother in the doorway. 

“Vash,” Nai whispers, probably clenching around Wolfwood by accident, making him bite down hard on his bottom lip to stem the moan that threatens to fall from his lips from how tight Nai is right now. “It’s not what it looks like, I swear.”

Wolfwood wonders what exactly it’s supposed to look like when Nai is literally sitting on his dick, but he digresses. It’s probably best to keep his mouth shut for this one. 

“Oh gosh, I didn’t think my idea of locking you guys up in my room would actually work!” Vash claps his hands together, laughing a bit too loudly. “You horndogs, the door wasn’t even actually locked haha. But I’m happy for you guys! Just make sure to clean up the room, and well, buy me a new mattress because I will probably have to burn this one.”

Both Wolfwood and Nai stare at Vash quizzically, not quite sure what to say, especially because well he’s still inside of Nai. Still very hard too. Nai hasn’t made any effort to get off his cock either, which is pleasantly surprising in and of itself.

“Okay, I’ll leave you guys to it then! Have fun!” Vash waves, closing the door behind him.

“I guess the cat is out of the bag,” Wolfwood says unapologetically. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“I will literally end your existence,” Nai threatens, though his anger is short lived, because he immediately falls into despair. He buries his burning face into his hands, looking as if he wants to suffocate himself. “This is so embarrassing; I’m going to die.” 

Wolfwood thrusts one more time into Nai experimentally, making him moan. 

“You’re so wet right now,” Wolfwood whispers, thrusting into Nai again. “Did your brother walking in on you turn you on that much?”

“Please stop talking.” Nai doesn’t look up from his hands, his voice muffled, albeit cracking in the middle as he tries to grasp for reason in a haze of endless lust and want. “I need to go talk to Vash.”

“You probably should. I do too.” Wolfwood nods, his hands snaking around Nai’s small waist and bringing him down on his cock. “But let us just finish this round first, okay? He already saw, so we might as well take our time.”

A prolonged pause, but then Nai nods once. 

“Just one more time,” Nai amends. “Till you make me come. Then I’m going to talk to Vash and make him see that this is all just one big misunderstanding.”

Who would have thought that Nai would have such a sweet and gullible side that’s so easily persuaded? He really is Vash’s twin, Wolfwood surmises with amusement. It’s pretty endearing, too.

“Of course,” Wolfwood replies, not knowing what part of what they’re doing is a misunderstanding, especially when they’ve fucked for so many rounds now that he’s long since lost count. It’s kind of endearing, though, just how deep in denial Nai is. “Just one more time.”

Wolfwood will definitely be doing this more than one time with Nai. After all this? There’s no way he’ll ever let Nai go, because unfortunately, he’s become quite obsessed. Maybe Vash was right, maybe there really was something brewing between them all this time. He’s not sure, but he’d like to fuck around and find out.

But yeah, either way, he’s certainly going to be getting Vash flowers as a gift for this later.