VashWood Oneshots

smut - "drunk desire"

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It has been some time. AI improved and I found new ways to generate even better stories! Enjoy ;)
Story suggestions still very welcome!

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SMUT
top: Nicholas

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Vash sat cross-legged on the floor of the quaint, dimly lit inn, his eyes glued to the flickering candle on the nightstand. His iconic red coat and spiky hair made him stand out like a beacon of curiosity among the other patrons, but he was too lost in thought to notice their stares. The wooden floorboards creaked gently under his weight, echoing the soft whispers of the night outside.

Wolfwood stumbled into the room, the scent of whiskey wafting from his breath like a stormy evening at sea. His usual suave demeanor was slightly marred by the crimson flush in his cheeks and the unsteady sway of his body. He had clearly had more to drink than was typical for him. His eyes searched the shadows, looking for the familiar silhouette of his travel companion.

"Vash," he slurred, his voice a gruff whisper that was almost lost in the muted conversations of the inn's guests. "You still up?"

Vash glanced up, his blue eyes reflecting the candle's glow. "Couldn't sleep," he replied, his voice as soft as the rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze.

Wolfwood's gaze lingered on Vash's form, his mind swirling with thoughts that had been building for weeks, months, possibly years. The room felt hot, stifling, as if the very air was thick with unspoken words and yearning glances. The tension was palpable, a silent symphony playing just beneath the surface of their friendship.

He stepped closer, his boots thudding heavily against the floorboards. The space between them grew smaller, charged with an electricity that neither could ignore. Wolfwood's hand reached out, hovering just above Vash's shoulder, before finally making contact. His touch was firm, yet gentle, a silent question that hung in the air like the promise of rain.

Vash looked up, surprise and confusion flitting across his face. Wolfwood's eyes searched his, seeking permission, an answer to the question he hadn't yet dared to ask. The candlelight danced in the depths of Vash's eyes, hinting at secrets and desires long kept hidden.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the world outside the room fading away into nothingness. The air grew thick with anticipation, the only sound the distant clink of glasses and the erratic thump of their racing hearts.

Wolfwood leaned in, his breath warm against Vash's cheek. "I've wanted this for so long," he murmured, his voice low and raw with emotion.

Vash's eyes searched Wolfwood's, trying to discern if this was a drunken confession or something more profound. He felt the weight of the moment, the gravity of the unspoken words that could change everything between them.

Without a word, Wolfwood closed the gap between them, his lips pressing against Vash's in a rough, desperate kiss. It was a declaration of love and lust that had been festering within him, finally finding an outlet in the quiet of the night. Vash's eyes widened in shock before they fluttered shut, his body stiffening for a brief second before melting into the embrace.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as Wolfwood's hands roamed over Vash's body. The fabric of their clothes seemed to be the only barrier to the connection they had both been craving. The room around them spun with the intensity of their passion, the shadows playing along their forms as they explored each other's mouths with a hunger that had been denied for far too long.

Their bodies responded instinctively, a dance of want and need that was as natural as the setting sun. Vash's arms snaked around Wolfwood's neck, pulling him closer, as if trying to merge their very beings. The whispers of doubt and hesitation that had once plagued them were drowned out by the rhythm of their hearts, beating in time with the kiss that had set them both on fire.