Thread by @stygian_stars

Nick has this pathologic oral fixation.

Likely because he'd been starved for most of his adolescent life - now anything in his mouth feels like a little blessing.

He doesn't know.

All he does know is that if he doesn't have something in his mouth, he gets twitchy

#vashwood

He can't really explain it.

He can't really explain why he specifically wants Vash's two gloved fingers in his mouth either.

Impulse control isn't what he's known for. Loss of control is more his repertoire.

He's recruited for tasks that require brute strength. Mindless, overwhelming violence.

What few impulses he does care to control are dependent on how happy he is with his daily treat, be it

food, a cigarette, or a lollipop.

Most times he has all three on him. And most times they aren't more than a few hours from a place at which he can restock. So most times, he's not completely unhinged. And most times he has decent-ish impulse control.

Most times.

The day he finally runs out of his cigarettes & lollipops, is ironically the same day their shitty car breaks down.

They're smack dab between nowhere and somewhere at that point; more or less stranded in the damn desert. Not a store or rest stop for miles to come.

So he's high-strung the entire damn day. And the next. And the one after that.

By day 4, his impulse control is down the drain & the desert sand they've been trekking across starts to look mighty appetizing.

Meryl & Roberto have been making do with water & stale bread alone.

But that doesn't cut it for Nick.

He needs something to fucking 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬 on. Something that stays in his mouth for over a minute - 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 minutes, preferably.

So when Vash reaches out, holding the last of their dry, moldy ass bread, Nick is presented with two (2) options: this stale thing that'll crumble in seconds or Vash's fingers that won't go anywhere.

Most times, he'd have enough sense not to give in to that particular intrusive

thought. But today - this entire fucking week - is not most times.

He's starving. Dehydrated. Damn near insane with nothing to keep his mouth occupied.

He can't be blamed. Really, it's Vash's fault for even offering his hand in the first place.

At least that's how Nick justifies flicking the pathetic little piece of bread out of his hand to grab his wrist instead.

"Wha-?" Vash yelps. "Ni-!" He flails when Nick drags him in, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 up, & shoves those two gloved fingers past his lips.

𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.

Fucking 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.

He moans softly; eyes rolling back into his head - craving sated. 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.

Like the tallest glass of water after years of wandering a desert; food after years of starvation; warmth after years of winter.

It just – it scratches his brain just right. Fixes all that is wrong; rights 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, all at once, right there, right then.

It's damn near 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘤.

"Wh…?"

Nick opens his eyes, belated - glances up.

Vash stares down at him, bewildered.

"What're you-?" He starts, eyes flicking between his hand & Nick's fire-lit face. "I um-," his cheeks go pink. Then deep red. "Is this…," he mumbles. "Is this a human thing?

Nick can't answer because if he speaks, Vash's fingers are going to slip out & then he's not going to

have anything in his mouth & he kind of really needs something in his mouth right fucking now. So he just stares up at Vash, lips tightening around his fingers.

"No, it's a Nick thing." Meryl supplies in his place. Nick can 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 her smirking. 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩.

Probably having the time of her life at his expense. He'll have to deal with her. Later. After this.

"Has he-," Vash sounds concerned now. "Has he lost it…?"

"Oh sweetheart," Meryl snorts. "He never 𝘩𝘢𝘥 it."

Nick flips her off.

"Then why-?" Vash tugs back experimentally.

Nick snarls like some rabid mutt. He sinks his teeth into Vash's fingers - anchoring them; keeping them in place - where they belong - in his mouth.

Vash whimpers. "What's wrong with him?"

Roberto & Meryl answer simultaneously:

"He's dumb."

"He's kinky."

"Dumb & kinky." Meryl nods.

Vash frowns at them. "Be serious." He turns back to Nick, genuinely worried. "What if he's having a heat stroke?"

Meryl rolls her eyes. "He's 𝘯𝘰𝘵." She mutters. "Trust me."

"How would you know?" He's becoming comically serious about this.

Meryl isn't sure whether to laugh her ass off or cry at the absurdity of it all. She settles for halfway between both as she turns to Nick.

"𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭?" She cocks a brow at him, expectant. "You wanna' tell him?"

Nick doesn't do shit; doesn't say shit. Just continues stubbornly hanging on to Vash's wrist to keep him from moving.

Meryl wrinkles her nose at him. She mutters a curse under her breath; rolls her eyes again. "It's a 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, Vash." She says when she's done huffing &

puffing. "He has a craving - humans have them. 𝘏𝘦," she tilts her head to Nick, "specifically likes things in his mouth - likes keeping it busy."

"It's called an oral fixation." She goes on. "Means he didn't get enough in his mouth when he was a kid, so he stuffs it now

to compensate."

Vash turns to her. "Then the lollipops…?" He starts.

"And the cigarettes." Meryl nods.

Vash turns back to where Nick is sucking on his fingers now. "Is it painful?" He asks, watching. "Not satisfying a craving?"

Meryl shrugs. "In a sense."

"𝘖𝘩…," his gaze softens. "Then… um," he lets his arm fall slack; lets Nick do as he pleases. "Go ahead then? I guess?"

Roberto snorts into his alcohol. "Young'uns these days."

Meryl throws up her hands.

"You know what?" She says. "I don't have enough brain cells for this."

She stands, snatching up her stuff. "I'm gonna' go sleep someplace I can't see you people. Good night."

Neither Vash nor Nick turn to look as she stalks off. They focus on each other - Vash's eyes on him, Nick's on Vash's hand.

"Why," he sounds equal parts amused & curious now, "... my fingers though?"

"I'unno." Nick mutters around them. "I like 'em."

"You put things you like in your mouth?" Vash tilts his head. "Is that how this works?"

"I'unno." Nick says again.

Vash hums.

"That isn't very safe, you know…?" He parts his fingers, slowly spreading them across Nick's tongue.

"What happens if you get like this," he experimentally presses down now, "and I'm not around?"

"I'll–," Nick leans forward when Vash starts pulling back.

He clings to his wrist, tight - unwilling to let go. "I'll find you."

"And if you don't find me?" Vash continues pulling back.

Nick keeps following him, single-mindedly trying to keep up - keep his mouth full.

"I'll find somethin' else." He realizes he's being guided - lured - forward; world steadily shrinking to snug space between Vash's thighs.

"Like…," Nick looks up. "... What?" Vash grins at him. He's all of five inches away.

He presses his free fingers against the edges of Nick's lips now - uses the leverage to keep Nick from following him when he pulls his two gloved fingers out past the first, then second knuckle.

"No-," Nick grimaces. "Wai-."

Vash pushes his fingers back in. 𝘍𝘢𝘳. So far in, Nick actually chokes.

It's fucking 𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦.

His head goes pleasantly fuzzy. He feels spit leaking messily past Vash's fingers, down his chin.

The fuzziness gets even better when it he does it again. And again. All the while, guiding Nick closer & closer.

Five to four to three to two inches - and then they're right up against each other.

Vash watches him the entire time. His eyes move - drag; down, down, down - slowly - past his mouth, past the choker, down his chest and beyond. And then, after entirely too long of a pause, he looks back up.

"Want…," he starts, quiet, "... something else in your mouth?"

TBC?

Are we team plantussy or cock?