Thread by @stygian_stars

They're sophomores in college by the time they realize something's wrong with their love lives.

Vash doesn't like Knives' girlfriends.
Knives doesn't like Vash's boyfriend's.

" 'Cause you like each other, right?" Nick says, because Nick could give a flying fuck.

#plantcest #KV

𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗮𝗳.

"Excuse me?" Knives cocks a brow. "He's my little brother, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 I love hi-."

"That ain't what I meant." Nick levels an irritated look at him over his beer. "And you know it."

Knives narrows his eyes at him. "... Fuck is that supposed to mean, Wolfwood?"

"It means what it means, Saverem." Nick sits back & kicks his feet up. "You wanna'-," he flips up his middle finger, "his-," he tilts his head to Vash as he closes his index & thumb into a ring. "So just 𝘥𝘰 it."

"Do 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺?!"

"Smash & be over with it-!"

"𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘺!" Vash laughs - a little too loud. A little too nervous. "Should we get something to eat?" He desperately tries changing the subject. "I think we should get something to eat! Meryl said we should try that new place on-."

Knives slams down his drink. "You fucking 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦." He snarls.

"Oh, 𝘐'𝘮 the degenerate?" Nick scoffs, fearless as ever. "𝘠𝘰𝘶," he laughs. "The guy with all the shots of his baby brother in skimpy little gym outfits on his phone-."

"Wait, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵-?" Vash squeaks.

"- You're calling 𝘮𝘦 the degenerate-?" Nick yelps, scrambling back when Knives pitches his bottle at him. "Oh, you wanna' 𝘨𝘰, brocon?!" He snatches up a wooden rolling pin.

"Babe," Vash's Boyfriend of The Month™ mumbles as they get into it.

"Why 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 he have those kinds of pictures ...?" He looks at him, frowning. "How'd he even get his hands on them?"

Vash isn't about to tell this man that he specifically dresses extra slutty whenever he works out with Knives. So he laughs it off; tells him Nick has a super

shitty sense of humor; that he's 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘊𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺. To rile Knives up. 'Cause it's a hobby of his. Obviously.

Suffice it to say, he's single again by that morning. As is Knives.

Because this entire mess goes down at a very 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤

frat party. Which means Knives' girlfriend inevitably hears about it within the hour. And promptly tells him to, quote & unquote, "fuck you & your pretty little twink brother & die."

So that's that. Boyfriend #9 & Girlfriend #6 join the ranks - the ever growing list of their

increasingly spiteful exes. It is what it is. Neither of them are as broken up about it as they should be. Same old, same old. All in a night's work.

They go to sleep drunk. Wake up hung over. Elect to skip all their classes - avoid the gossiping masses & just spend the day in,

with one another. So they do.

They manage to get through about 7 raunchy episodes of Game of Thrones; 7 entire hours of idle conversation without mentioning anything about the deeply questionable events of last night.

Then the 8th episode starts with the absolute 𝘸𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵

scene & Vash finally cracks. "At what point does it become sex?" He asks.

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵." Knives wrinkles his nose.

"Just," Vash refuses to look at him. He hangs on to the arm his brother had left dangling across his knee & focuses on tracing the bulk of his deltoid. "Like-," he

mumbles. "How far would you have to go to consider it like-," he bites his lip, "𝘴𝘦𝘹 sex...?"

He feels Knives' 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 look drilling into the side of his skull; figures, he's gotten this far, why not go the entire way. So he continues, "like does

it start when you kiss or when you fuck-?"

"When you 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 obviously."

"And by fuck, you mean-?"

"Dick in pussy." Knives frowns. "Where're you even going with thi-?"

"So-," Vash cuts him off. "So this," he wraps his hands around Knives' forearm. "... This isn't sex?" He

pulls him in - closer, 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳; presses him to the center of his threadbare shorts; to the patch of soaked cotton that's only been growing wetter & wetter with each sex scene.

It takes a second. A few. 3 approximately. 3 seconds of awkward television noises - sex noises -

moans, groans, & grunts. The odd dragon roar. But he catches on - Knives. He catches on & opens his mouth - once, twice, hesitates for another 10 seconds. Then, "... no?" He ventures carefully.

Vash closes his thighs around his arm & rubs them together. "And this...?" His breath

stutters as he grinds against him.

"No." Knives says, firmer this time.

"This?" Vash slowly rocks his hips against his arm now; drags trails of warm slick across his brother's skin.

Knives breath hitches. "N-...No." His eyes stay up front - fixed on the TV; like none of this

will be real if no one looks at it. They can continue on blind - pretending; acting like Vash isn't getting turned on watching exaggerated sex scenes on TV; like he isn't getting off on Knives' arm; like Knives isn't slowly pushing back - pressing his arm tight between Vash's

thighs, helping him get off; like he isn't harder than he's ever been in his sweatpants - twitching; so desperate, it's stupid.

"It's not-?"

"It's 𝘯𝘰𝘵." Knives insists.

"Right," Vash sighs. He wraps his arms around Knives' now - hugs his bicep to his chest. "Right, this is

just," he whispers. "This -," he nuzzles up under his brother's jaw, luxuriates in the sharp, rich scent of his aftershave - gets even wetter. "This is-."

"Touching." Knives supplies. "It's just touching." His voice is rough. "Nothing wrong with a little touching."

Vash nods

as he parts his lips over his brother's pulsing carotid. " 'S indirect," he mumbles, sucking.

"Yeah, it doesn't count-," Knives pants, "if it's- if it's over clothes, right ...?"

"M-hm-," Vash comes down his neck. "No harm, no foul," he whispers between kisses.

"Just experimenting-," Knives breathes.

"Everyone-," Vash cants his hips down - pushes himself into his brother's palm. "Everyone experiments in college-."

"Right...?" Knives finally turns to look at him.

"... Right-," Vash meets his eyes as their noses touch. "What happens in

college-," he lifts a hand off his brother's arm.

"-Stays in college." Knives finishes as Vash reaches between his legs.

TBC ASAP 😛