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“Waiting is the worst part,” Knives grumbles.
“I’m going to remind you that you said that in about twenty minutes,” Vash tells him.
Knives turns to glare at his brother. Vash laughs but puts his hands up in mock surrender.
“Sorry,” Vash says. “I know this isn’t fun for you.”
Knives groans and settles back into the pillows. He’s about as comfortable as he can be right now. He’s undressed from the waist down but he’s wearing one of his brother’s hoodies that still smells like Vash. They have the bed made up nicely for him, though the towel laid out under him is a constant reminder of his unpleasant future.
“Why does it have to hurt so much?” Knives asks. He rubs a hand over his uncomfortably swollen abdomen.
“You want something to help with the pain?” Vash asks.
“Like what?” Knives asks suspiciously.
“I’ve still got some good weed left,” Vash tells him.
“You want to get me high so I can lay eggs?” Knives asks, raising an eyebrow.
“If you want,” Vash says. He smiles earnestly at his brother.
“I think I’ll pass,” Knives says.
“Suit yourself,” Vash tells him. “Let me know if you change your mind.”
Knives shuts his eyes and leans his head back, trying to relax. He can feel his brother running his fingers through Knives’s hair. Maybe waiting isn’t the worst part but it’s certainly not fun. He would rather just get this all over with and get on with his day.
A wave of pain breaks over him and Knives groans. He wraps both arms around his stomach. Vash has always been better with pain than him. Knives isn’t weak but he doesn’t like being in pain. He doesn’t know how his brother is able to push through it so much easier. Maybe he’s just more used to it. Vash is good at getting himself into trouble.
It’s got to be soon. Knives has been like this for hours. He grits his teeth and tries to breathe through the pain. He’s not sure how much longer he can take it. It’s always bad but it’s not usually this bad.
“How are you holding up?” Vash asks, pushing stray hair from his brother’s face.
“I think,” Knives says, sounding strained. “I’m willing to try your suggestion.”
“About getting high?” Vash asks. Knives nods. “Awesome. Wait right here.”
Knives watches his brother get up and walk out of the room. Vash comes back in a minute holding a small glass jar. He crawls back onto the bed with Knives.
“It’s going to stink in here,” Knives grumbles.
“I’ll light a candle,” Vash tells him. He sprinkles some of the herb from the jar onto a bit of paper and rolls it up. Once he’s done, he settles up next to Knives and pulls out a lighter.
“This is a stupid idea,” Knives says as his brother lights the joint.
“If you have another idea, I’m happy to hear it,” Vash says. “Say ‘ah’.”
Vash takes a long, deep breath of smoke and blows it gently into his brother’s half open mouth. Knives chokes a little on it. This isn’t really his scene. He’ll have a glass of wine sometimes, but he usually leaves the drinking and drugs to his brother.
It helps. Almost immediately, Knives can feel his muscles start to relax. He sags back into the pillows.
“More?” Vash asks. Knives nods and his brother blows him another breath of smoke.
His head feels pleasantly fuzzy now. He knows that he’s still in pain. It hasn’t disappeared but it suddenly seems very far away. It’s a welcome reprieve. Knives rests his hand on his stomach. He can feel where his skin is stretched to accommodate the eggs inside him. It’s strange, knowing what’s coming but feeling so detached from it.
“You still with me?” Vash asks. Knives looks over at him. “How about one more?”
Vash takes another long drag and breathes it into Knives’s mouth. Vash stays there, his lips practically touching his brother’s.
“You’re cute when you’re stoned,” Vash tells him. Knives tries to think of a clever retort but then Vash is kissing him and it doesn’t seem important anymore.
Knives likes kissing his brother. It may not be his favorite thing they do together, but it’s definitely up there. Vash is very good at it. He licks slowly into Knives’s mouth, exploring every inch of it. Knives is so acutely aware of each sensation. He can taste the earthiness on his brother’s tongue.
One of Vash’s hands is on Knives’s hip. Knives has a vague awareness that it’s there, existing just outside of his periphery. Then the hand moves between his legs, fingers rubbing at his clit, and suddenly it’s the center of his entire universe.
Knives gasps into his brother’s mouth. He can feel his brother chuckle, but Vash keeps kissing him. The pressure in his abdomen is getting stronger but it’s not enough to detract from the feeling of Vash’s fingers against his clit. He rubs slow circles into it. Knives thinks he might go crazy.
“Is it good?” Vash asks, lips still inches from his brothers.
“Yeah,” Knives breathes.
Knives isn’t sure how long it goes on for. Times as a concept has little meaning to him right now. Between his brother’s talented fingers and tongue, he can feel a heat building inside of him. It starts in his stomach and radiates out all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes.
“I think I’m gonna cum,” Knives groans.
“Good,” Vash says, sounding pleased. “Cum for me, then.”
Knives gasps and grabs onto his brother’s arm as he cums. His fingers dig into Vash’s shirt, the fabric soft and worn under his touch. Vash works him all the way through it, then pulls his hand back.
Knives leans back into the pillows and stares at the wall across from him without really seeing it. He lays like that for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Then, suddenly the pressure in his stomach grows urgent and he groans.
“They’re coming,” Knives groans. Vash is immediately by his side again. Knives grabs one of his brother’s hands and squeezes it hard. He’s so incredibly full right now and he has to get these eggs out or he’s going to die.
“Just breathe,” Vash says, gently. Knives does.
After waiting so long, everything suddenly speeds up. He has to push but his body does it without having to actually think about it much. It’s instinctual. Even the first time, his body had known what to do. By now, it’s easy to trust the process.
It still hurts. Even through the haze of weed, he can feel it. It’s muted, but his cunt aches as his body stretches to push the first egg out. His grasp on time still isn’t very strong, but it seems to take forever. The egg inches its way out of him. Then, with one final push, it slides out of him onto the towel beneath him.
Knives pants as his body tries to recover. He knows it’s not over yet. He can still feel that pressure just at the edge of his consciousness. It feels almost like it’s happening to someone else.
“How are you doing?” Vash asks.
“Fine,” Knives grunts.
“You’re almost done,” Vash encourages him.
Knives thinks his brother is right. This is the last one. He can feel the urgency return and knows he has to push again. The egg moves, stretching him from the inside out. His cunt is forced open, wider and wider, until the egg finally slides out of him and onto the towel.
Knives groans and collapses into his brother. Vash pushes Knives’s bangs from his sweat soaked forehead.
“All done?” Vash asks. Knives nods. “Good.”
Vash gets up and Knives immediately misses his presence. His brother takes the two eggs and moves them from the bed. Knives whines. His head is still spinning. He wants his brother to come back and pay attention to him.
“Will you fuck me?” Knives asks. The mattress shifts as Vash climbs back into bed with him.
“I don’t think you’re up for that yet,” Vash tells him.
“I can handle it,” Knives insists, petulantly. Vash shakes his head.
“How about I eat you out,” Vash says. “Would that be enough?”
Knives whines again and his brother laughs. Vash settles between his legs and holds Knives’s thighs open with his hands.
“Tell me to stop if it gets overwhelming,” Vash says. “You’re still pretty high.”
“I’m fine,” Knives says.
Vash smiles. Then he dives down between his brother’s legs and mouths urgently along his cunt. Knives gasps. Vash is right. He’s still pretty high. Every sensation is amplified. His head spins with it all.
Vash slides a finger into his brother’s pussy. There’s still an ache there from being stretched open, but it feels miles away. What’s here is Vash, pressing his fingers gently at his walls. His brother’s mouth is on his clit. Vash runs his tongue lazily over it.
“Vash,” Knives whines. Vash is sucking on his clit and Knives is about to go crazy. “Please.”
Knives grabs onto his brother’s hair. It’s soft. Has it always been this soft? Vash groans as Knives pulls on the blonde locks. Knives doesn’t care, as long as his brother keeps lapping at his cunt.
It is a little overwhelming, but there’s no way Knives is going to tell Vash to stop. He lets every sensation wash over him. Each one bleeds easily into the next. It’s dizzying, the intensity of it.
“I don’t think,” Knives gasps. “I’m going to last much longer.”
Vash doesn’t respond, but sucks even harder on his clit. Knives tightens the fingers in his brother’s hair. His entire body is a rubber band stretched way too tight until, finally, it snaps. He cums with a strangled cry. It feels like it lasts several hours. Then Vash is gone.
Knives feels his breathing slowly return to normal as Vash crawls up to lay next to him. The world is still spinning. There’s still a dull ache flitting at the edge of his mind. He’s suddenly exhausted.
“Are you alright?” Vash asks.
“Yeah,” Knives breathes, staring hazily up at the ceiling. “But, I think… I need a nap.”