#because he'd have been tuckered out from all the time he was getting dicked down!

[gydima]

Since OFMD let us down, sometimes I imagine this is Izzy instead of Cliff.

Just think how much conflict could have been avoided if Izzy had just been getting laid on the reg during season 1. 😔

[wytchsbrew]

Vash is in heat.

That's the only way Wolfwood could describe the last 27 hours and it all started in a split second for seemingly no reason.

Because, for all intents and purposes, one moment, Vash had been normal, sitting on the couch late that night, attempting to clean some part of his prosthetic that he'd gotten paint in while helping the kids at the orphanage make art that morning. There'd been nothing out of the ordinary happening, he'd been happy and comfortable all day.

"You comin' to bed, beautiful?" Wolfwood asked, threading his fingers through Vash's messy hair.

Vash smiled up at him and leaned into his touch and said, "I'm not tired yet, but I'll be up in a bit, okay? Can I get a goodnight kiss?"

Wolfwood kissed him, of course. He'd been kissing him goodnight every single night for a full year now, and he did not plan on stopping. Then, he went up to bed.

The next thing he knew, a weight settled on his lap and lurched him out of a deep sleep - and he found himself staring up at the beautiful vision of his naked partner, straddling him, hovering above him like some depraved God peering down at their subservient followers. There lay a darkness in his gaze, a blush to his chest, his lips parted on seemingly overheated breaths.

His pussy was dripping wet between his thighs, glistening in the dim light of their nighttime bedroom.

"Uhhhh." Wolfwood swallowed hard. "Vash?"

Vash's hands ducked between their bodies, and wrestled the blanket sideways, enough to gain access to Wolfwood's already embarrassingly hard erection. He could not help the quickness of that; he was a simple man: he saw his partner naked, he became turned on and desperate. Simple.

Wolfwood posed his mouth to ask another question, but Vash dropped his hips down in one swoop and took his entire cock deep into his dripping wet core, all the way to the base.

He yowled out a litany of curse words, and Vash screamed, and orgasmed right there. Like he'd been waiting for it for weeks, and finally got the taste of it he'd been craving and it was too much for him to handle. He pulsed around Wolfwood's cock, and moaned, with his head tossed back. and Wolfwood was only able to watch, absolutely awe-stricken at the sight of his partner.

It never ceased to amaze him how beautiful he looked, no matter how many times he saw him.

Vash glanced down, then, bringing their gazes back together. He licked his tongue across his bottom lip, and slowly lifted his hips again, before giving them a little sensual swirl. "I want you so badly," he whispered, and ran a hand up his torso.

His fingers latched onto one of his perky nipples, and squeezed. Wolfwood felt his mouth go dry. Holy shit, holy fuck, what was happening, and why did he deserve anything like this? Had all his prayers finally paid off? Was God rewarding him?

Vash lowered his hips against, and they stuttered as they went like he was still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Can I have you?"

"Of course," Wolfwood whispered. "Take me. Take whatever you want. It all belongs to you anyway."

And that single sentence set the pace for the entire next 27 hours - because during that first night, Vash rode him, and rode him, and rode him, until Wolfwood filled him with multiple loads, and Vash's thighs shook desperately on either side of Wolfwood's hips, covered in sweat and gasping for air. His pussy leaked and drooled all over Wolfwood, and all he could do was hold onto Vash's hips for dear life as he rode out his partner's multiple, pulsing, white hot, feverish orgasms.

He finally tuckered out as the sun began rising, and Wolfwood fell asleep nearly the second Vash detached himself from his body.

Only to be awakened by the feeling of a mouth closing around his dick. His eyes flew open to see Vash swathed in daylight from their slightly parted shutters, still naked, skin still warm, crouched to the left of his body on the mattress, as he swallowed Wolfwood down between gasps and moans. Wolfwood clutched the sheets beneath him, hissing, swearing, groaning.

Feeling Vash's insane throat first thing after opening his eyes was almost too much for him. He felt his erection tighten, his body ached desperately in it's lower half, and-

Vash swung one leg over Wolfwood's face, and planted his pussy directly on his open mouth and face. Vash groaned hard, mouth and teeth tightening around the easy slide of his cock down his throat. Well, who was Wolfwood to deny him this? He'd eat him out any time, any day.

Wolfwood gripped his hands into Vash's buttocks, spreading his lips wide with his thumbs, and dug in. He immediately, without hesitation, began eating and burying his face between his thighs and lips, wriggling his face around and loudly, messily, sloppily devouring him in a way possibly illegal in at least five No Man's Land cities.

Luckily, Wolfwood paid no heed to laws.

Beneath his hands, Vash became pliant and trembled, while his mouth worked overtime, gulping him down all the way to the base with no amount of hesitation or resistance. The deepest deep throat Wolfwood could imagine, and if he didn't already have his face buried in his sex, something to distract him, he thought he may cum a hundred times in a row down Vash's throat.

As it was, though, Vash came first again. The first warning signs were a gush of wetness along Wolfwood's lips, then a burst of shivering and trembling above him, and then -

Vash's mouth popped off Wolfwood's cock, he tossed his head back, shuddered full bodily with one hand slapping against the bed, and a spray of sticky sweet liquid released from his core. It soaked through Wolfwood's sleep shirt, and wet his entire face and mouth - it would have shot around him in an arch if he had not already had his mouth and face buried into his entrance.

Well.

Okay.

That was.... new.

Vash had never been a squirter. Hell, Vash had never been this sensitive and insatiable in bed before, and Wolfwood found himself staring at the sight of his soaking wet thighs and ass in a dazed sort of state. His mouth tasted like candy and flowers, and everything around him smelled of flora and fauna and honey all at once.

This was very new.

Vash leaped off Wolfwood's body and twisted around, face bright red and flushed. "Fuck, Nick, I'm sorry - I - I don't know what's wrong with me - I 've never done that -"

He lifted a hand, shaking his head. "Don't you ever apologize for something that fucking hot."

Blushing somehow even harder, Vash wriggled his hips together as he settled backwards on his heels on the bed. "Oh... You really thought it was hot?"

"Yeah. Let's do that again."

Vash wasted no time in flopping backwards on the bed and spreading himself wide for Wolfwood, taking a thigh in each hand as he pulled them backwards. Open and wide and glistening, Wolfwood dove in, stuffing himself inside his partner's awaiting entrance and began pounding into him.

Their bed creaked. The floorboards shook. The window seemed to rattle.

And Vash squirted again. Shooting all over himself, and Wolfwood's body, spraying his chest. He screamed out a cry, and one hand flung down to circle fast on his own clit.

Wolfwood fucked him through it. Desperate, high on the scent of him permeating around their bedroom, choking him now. He couldn't get enough. He felt insatiable.

But, quickly, he figured out how outmatched he truly was.

When he finally came and settled backwards on the pillows, trying to catch his breath, Vash was suddenly on him again. Lining up his cock, shaking, and he lowered himself down on Wolfwood's erection again. He almost stopped him, until he softly heard Vash whisper, mostly to himself, it seemed:

"Just a little more. Just a little more, Wolfwood. I need you."

Wolfwood didn't argue, realizing something perhaps was happening with his partner? Was... was he in heat? Could Plants go into heat? Did they have a mating cycle? Did it have something to do with the copious amount of cum he'd pumped into him last month with that toy?

God DAMN, it was very hard to think while Vash was lifting and dropping his beautiful ass down on him like the waves of an ocean. Actually, it felt impossible to do so, he couldn't form a coherent thought once Vash got his rhythm going.

And he didn't let up.

For the rest of the day, for twenty straight hours, Vash kept Wolfwood in the bedroom. Sucking him. Fucking him. Riding him, touching himself, squirting all over their bed and soaking through layers of fabric. When his legs grew tired, he begged Wolfwood to finger him, to eat him, to do something, and Wolfwood obeyed, edging on hysterical.

He brought Vash to orgasm with his hands and mouth at least fifteen times within the last few hours of the day, and Vash kept releasing that beautiful, sweet scented liquid into the air and into their sheets, moaning and praising Wolfwood and begging for more.

And just when Wolfwood thought he was going to die in the smell of him, in the feeling of his fingers buried deep in his flower petal pussy, Vash screamed. Hard. Shouted Wolfwood's name at the top of his lungs, tossed his head back, and came so hard, the feeling of his orgasm shot through the room like a cloud of consciousness.

It drowned Wolfwood, bringing him down with him. He felt the orgasm rush through his own body as thought it was belonged to him, too, and he came, untouched, coating Vash's thigh with white hot ropes.

His vision whited out.

The smell of Vash choked him.

And he came for a second time, thriving on the feedback loop of pleasure coming from Vash's otherworldly body and their fucked up connection amongst Vash's Plant awareness.

When he finally came to, he found Vash curled against his side, shivering, naked, eyes closed. Their blankets were disgusting, wet, horrifying, and their room needed a thorough cleaning. And all Wolfwood wanted to do was lay down beside him and sleep, but...

He couldn't.

Slowly, Wolfwood tucked his arms beneath Vash and carried him to their bathroom. He settled Vash on the toilet while he worked, running a warm bath and filling it with sweet smelling oils. He lowered Vash's pliant, relaxed form into the water, before running back to their bedroom. He stripped the bed, cleaned everything quickly, and replaced their blankets, sheets, and pillowcases with fresh ones. That was when he caught sight of the time, and realized they'd been going at it for over 24 hours. A record.

He'd have to gloat about it to Milly when he saw her again.

Finished with cleaning, he returned to the bathtub, and slipped into the water with his lover. He cleaned Vash from head to toe, lathering him and massaging him and warming his shivering body, before quickly washing himself, too.

He carried Vash back to bed wrapped in a big, warm blanket, and tucked him into his arms, cradling him against his chest protectively. Vash looked so tired, hair messy and damp flopping across his forehead, his cheeks still pink from his brief period of overheated, feral behavior.

He looked adorable.

Wolfwood placed a careful kiss on his forehead. "Love you," he whispered.

"I'm sorry," Vash whispered, eyes still closed. "I didn't... mean to do all that."

"That's okay." Wolfwood rubbed his hand along Vash's covered arm, stroking soothingly. "That's what I'm here for. You need me, I'm there."

Vash popped open one blue eye and peeked up at him. "Even though I forgot to tell you that sometimes Plants can go into heat cycles?"

Wolfwood laughed.

[rubykgrant]

On the subject of what kinds of tattoos RVB characters might have (or if they wouldn't have tattoos at all)...

Grif; we know he's got a Blade tattoo on his neck (I'm imagining it on the back). He'd probably get a few more, but avoid ones that seem too "typical" (he's mentioned several he would DEFINITELY not care for). He might get some on the Simmons-sides of his arm/leg, for the fun of it. I think on the back of his shoulder, he'd get something that matches with Kai, and when they sit side-by-side, it fits together. You just know he'd get a pizza tattoo somewhere (possible even a pizza with a slice missing on one arm, and then the slice over on the other). If he wanted to be all extra romantic about it, he'd find something with Simmons' signature on it, and get it tattooed on his chest, over where the heart is (this is a game, and he's winning). He also might get a traffic cone~

Simmons; he'd be all afraid to do it, but also REALLY wants to seem cool... if he finally goes for it, he'd get something like Pi or the infinity symbol. He might get a nerdy tattoo on his neck to match Grif (the Robin R, since his name matches Dick Grayson, or the Starfleet insignia, or the little up-link patterns from Ghost in the Shell)

Tucker; listen, he's a pain-baby. In a serious situation, when he has to fight or save somebody, Tucker can handle anything, he'll keep going and push through the pain... but in regular situations? Ow, no hurty! However, he'd get something for Junior (like the shape of his handprint when Junior was still tiny), perhaps on one shoulder blade, and on the other he'd get the Alpha and Epsilon symbols (almost left those unfinished, because HURTY, which would have been ironic, since Church keeps dying... but he finally got it done)

Caboose; had to be talked out of getting a HUGE tattoo that just says "I LOVE CHURCH" on his chest. Instead, he got a pale-blue helmet tattoo on his forearm on one side, and a deeper blue helmet tattoo on the other forearm (his and Church's original one), and when he hugs Church, the helmets overlap~

Sarge; never gave himself any down-time for decades, so no tattoos for a long time... when he finally chills, he would get a few for ODST, the Red Team symbol, and a shotgun slapped on him somewhere... maybe something pretty like a sunset scene on his back (he has a sentimental side for things like that). He'd also get a series of lines, in a stripe pattern, of red-brown-maroon-orange-pink-purple, one his bicep (people who see it ask "what Pride Flag is that?")

Doc; not super interested in tattoos... but he might get something like a moon and sun overlapping, like an eclipse, to be all symbolic for him and O'Malley. If O'Malley convinced him to get more, there would be like, a skull next the peace-sign. Doc's also one of those guys who'd get a motivational quote printed on him somewhere (everybody teases him that it's gonna be "Live Laugh Love", but he's not THAT much of a dork)

Donut; an elaborate tattoo illustration of a ribbon and several flowers, maybe on his thigh above his knee, and curves up around his hip, all very PINK~ Also, something that says "God Can't Kill Me" on his arm

Wash; not especially into tattoos, but he might get something on his neck (not over the scars, but around them), like a couple flowers to represent still being alive/growth. On a dare, he might get like, a small road tattoo (black winding stripe over an arm or leg, with the yellow lines down the middle. because it's his armor... and hahaha, car joke). Although he'd like to get something for all his friends he's lost, it feels weird getting a Project Freelancer tattoo (because the program itself SUCKED), or multiple AI Fragment symbol tattoos (it feels in poor taste, after what happened to Maine and the Meta). He would finally pick something like an intricate kaleidoscope pattern full of multiple colors (for the armor of all the friends he's lost, and all the friends he still has) on a shoulder

Carolina; just don't want any tattoos

Church; same. He doesn't care, he'll be the token plain-vanilla one with no ink

Tex; finally got herself that star on her back~

Kai; she's got a matching one with her bro... and also a lipstick kissy-mark on the little dip under her belly, something like cherries/hearts on her chest, small stylized symbols of different drinks on one arm, a crown and the word "PRINCESS" written in fancy font at the small of her back (it was gonna say "Princess Slut", but she decided to be at least mildly considerate to her bro's sanity, since he'd see it any time she had a swimsuit on. prude), "Fuck The Police" on her arm somewhere, and a rainbow that is a gradient- half colorful, half grayscale