Hiding my smut from my main account

The subtle hum of the laboratory halls permeates the building, the fluorescent lights dotting the tiled ceiling and grey concrete surrounding the desolate corridors in a cold and unfeeling presence. Two quiet pairs of footsteps make their way across the floor, meticulously aware of each tapping noise against the surface; alerting any presence besides theirs would spell a death sentence neither wanted to imagine. Barely above a whisper, one of the voices speaks.

“Why are we here again?”

“Because, needle-noggin, there’s something I need. I can’t get it anywhere else.” Wolfwood’s brows are furrowed, a sneer present on his lips; being at the facility that spent so many years making him miserable made every muscle in his body tense. Every moment spent here was one he spent in constant fight-or-flight mode, though if need be he would always choose the former. 

“Alright, alright, sorry.” Vash holds his palms up in a playful surrender, a nervous chuckle accompanying his apology. Even though he’d never been here before, the vaguely malevolent aura was present throughout, instilling a sense of unease. “You really grew up here?”

“‘Grew up’ is a generous way of putting it,” Wolfwood grumbles, two fingers of the hand unoccupied with carrying the Punisher curling to make a quote motion. As the two round a corner, a large round door is pulled into view, a double-helix symbol above the frame. Bingo.

He halts Vash’s walking by placing the back of his hand against the other’s chest, peering down the hall cautiously. Navy blue eyes scan every inch of the area before them, checking for any movement or sign of any presence besides theirs; a small relieved exhale escapes his lungs as he stands up straight and continues the last stretch of their journey across the hall. Briefly punching in a code, the doors slide open with a whoosh, revealing a small room.

The assassin wastes zero time by immediately entering into the space, setting his colossal weapon at the threshold outside of the doorway before making his way past the bench at the center, directing his focus towards a temperature-controlled locked set of shelves in the back. The blond accompanying him remains in the hall, observing the details of what seems to be some kind of lab. 

“What is all this?” Vash vaguely gestures with a metal hand, despite the other having his back turned as he attempts to punch in another code, clicking his tongue as he’s denied several times. Wolfwood’s head barely turns a little to reply, his focus primarily on the screen in front of him. 

“You don’t wanna know. God dammit, there’s no way they changed it. I could’ve sworn…”

Vash cocks his head slightly with concern, still completely in the dark about what Wolfwood was attempting to acquire and why it was so difficult to do so. He takes a few steps, following the other into the small room. “Do you need hel-”

Slam!

The doors force themselves shut behind him, immediately sealing the two men air-tight in the cramped space. The blond jumps in surprise, initially laughing it off, but the smile fades and a pit forms in his stomach as he realizes the look on the other’s turned face is one of horror.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Wh…what do you mean?”

Wolfwood shifts his body to face the door, not only confused but scared, knowing the dire consequences if anyone were to discover them here. “The doors. They’re not supposed to shut unless it senses a male and a female together.” He pulls the sunglasses off his face, resting them on the top of his head as he pinches the bridge of his nose. 

The bright blue eyes of the other widen as his heart begins to beat a little harder. “What?”

“I came here to retrieve my DNA sample. They can take genes from the DNA of whoever they want and use them in their experiments, sometimes to even make clones or babies if they want to. I didn’t want them doing shit with mine so I came to take it from them.”

“But…what does that have to do with it forcing us in here?” Wolfwood, growing more on edge, runs his tongue over his teeth and crosses his arms, his eyes wandering to avoid looking at the other man as he tries his best to explain the purpose of the room they were shut in.

“So it’s…how the hell do I say this…it’s a fertility lab. They have an archive of DNA in here that they take from, but they also use this room for…”

Tapping his foot and looking away, he sighs. Meanwhile, Vash remains entirely confused with no idea what the other’s train of thought is. His expression remains blank, waiting for Wolfwood to finish putting thoughts into words. 

“...there’s no way to sugarcoat it. They make people fuck in here.”

Both of their eyes nervously glide to the center of the room where a plain waist-high bench stood; no back to lean on, a cushion on top, clearly made for someone to bend over and lay on. There were even two sets of handles- one about halfway in and one at the end, designed for each participant to grip onto for stability. 

And then their eyes meet.

Immediately they both look away, the intensity of eye contact after such a blunt statement overwhelming for the both of them. Wolfwood makes his way over to the door, tapping on it with a knuckle and nodding to it as he speaks.

“These doors…they shut and lock the participants in until they’re done having sex. But, it’s not supposed to do that unless it senses one person who’s capable of making someone pregnant and someone who’s capable of getting pregnant enter together. So I dunno what the hell the sensors are thinking. We’re shit outta luck. Like a dumbass, I left the Punisher outside. And that little pistol you’re swingin’ around isn’t gonna do shit to a door like this. No offense.”

‘...one person who’s capable of making someone pregnant and someone who’s capable of getting pregnant enter together…’

The rest of Wolfwood’s words completely fade out as that sentence registers in Vash’s ears. His heart starts to pound and his hands ball into fists; he knew he was going to have to tell Wolfwood something incredibly personal. He’s not ashamed, of course, but he had no idea how the other would react to hearing that Vash is, in fact, capable of getting pregnant. There was no glitch in the sensor. 

‘…door like this. No offense.’

“Wolfwood.”

“What? You got some kinda idea to sweet-talk the door into opening? Your little pacifist way of doing things isn’t gonna help us outta this one, blondie. We gotta think quick, before either someone notices we’re in here, or we suffocate. And I’m not particularly fond of either of those outcomes.”

Vash’s hand meets the back of his neck, rubbing it idly as his gaze falls to the floor.

“The sensors…they weren’t…wrong.”

The other man’s eyes narrow. “How so?”

“I…well…”

His right hand nervously fidgets with the prosthetic fingers of the left, the volume of his voice lowering meekly and his eyes downtrodden with embarrassment. Please don’t hate me for this. Please don’t let this change the way you see me.

“I…have a vagina.”

Wolfwood blinks. The buzz of the lights above them was almost deafening as the silence filled the space between them. 

“Huh. Well this explains our predicament.”

“It does. I’m…sorry, I wasn’t expecting that to happen. Being trapped in here, I mean. I didn’t think I…my…would be an issue…”

“No, no, I…suppose it was my fault for making assumptions. I would’ve warned ya if I had known.”

They both stand quietly, navy and cyan refusing to meet like repelling magnets. Both of their trains of thought were on the same track. There was no other way out of this. No easy little code to enter, no forcing the entrance open with gunfire, no magic phrase to make the doors undo themselves.

Vash clears his throat, still avoiding directing his gaze towards the other’s face. “Do you think…we’re gonna have to…” His voice trails off, hoping the other man would get the gist. The brunette simply sighs, his own voice softening to a level uncharacteristic of him. 

“This isn’t how I imagined it going.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing, nothing.” His troubled face turns and once again finds its way to the middle of the room, swallowing as he feels the adrenaline in his body rising. “There’s only one way outta this.”

Both of the men’s faces flush red as their eyes hesitantly meet, the both of them simultaneously feeling like they were hit by lightning the moment their gazes locked. Wolfwood is wracked by a heavy guilt, reaching out to gently take the other’s hand in his. “I’m sorry. I never should’ve dragged you here with me.”

Vash offers a soft but genuine smile, interlocking his fingers with Wolfwood’s. “It’s okay. Really. I don’t mind. If it makes you feel better…this…isn’t how I imagined it going either.” 

The matching blush between them only deepens, their eyes meeting one another in a silent acknowledgement. But…that was a conversation for another time. Right now, they need to get the hell out of this place. And the only way out is in.

As if reading one another’s minds, they immediately embrace, letting their lips connect, both faces trembling slightly. For a moment, their entire bodies remain still. They needed a moment to register that they were, in fact, kissing. Ever so slowly, their soft lips start to move against each other, their arms tightening their hold around the other’s body. 

Vash draws his arms back and slouches his shoulders, letting his coat fall as they continue to kiss. As Wolfwood’s ears pick up on the sound of the fabric falling on the floor, a flip switches and the heat in his body begins to rise. This is really happening, isn’t it?

Wolfwood growls, picking the other man up by the waist and pushing him against the wall, forcing Vash’s legs to wrap around his hips. A subtle whine escapes Vash’s throat, weaving his fingers through Wolfwood’s dark locks and pressing his tongue to the other’s lips in provocation. The mouth of the assassin eagerly opens to welcome the wet muscle, caressing it with his own. Neither of them realistically thought they’d ever be in a position like this, making out pressed against a wall- it almost felt, to them, as if they were making up for the lack of “normal” promiscuous teenage experiences they’d both missed out on. 

Their lips part with a soft pop, their heavy-lidded eyes meeting as they both let out a huff. For a lingering moment, they take in the expression of the other, swollen and saliva-coated lips, flushed cheeks, half-lidded gazes, and their hearts simultaneously flutter. Wolfwood slightly shakes his head and clears his throat to regain his composure, becoming more difficult by the second with the blood flow redirecting away from his brain. “Alright…we should…probably skip the foreplay, huh?”

Vash giggles, removing the glasses from his face, mirroring Wolfwood by placing them on the top of his head. “Didn’t realize you planned on giving me the gentleman’s treatment.”

The brunette only chuckles, tightening his hold on the other man as he leans into his ear and speaks in a low and sultry tone.

“If it were up to me, blondie, I’d spend hours on you with my hands and my tongue before you ever got to feel my cock inside you.”

Vash’s face has never been redder. He’s never been told something so vulgar before, and especially not from Wolfwood. Not that he hadn’t thought about it. But now that the other man dirty talking to him was a reality, he can feel his cunt ache, craving for attention. He grabs the other by the back of the neck, pulling him in for another kiss, the intensity increasing tenfold between them as their lips press firmer, harder, and messier.

Wolfwood instinctively grinds his hips, his prominent erection rubbing against the clothed crotch of the other man, groaning at the sensation of warmth already present. He pulls back with a grunt, his hands wasting no time to start undoing his own belt and unzipping his pants. “As much as I’d like to prolong this, we kinda have to do this as quickly as we can. I almost forgot where we were.”

The blond simply nods, his head nudging in the direction of the equipment a few feet from them. “You wanna…use that thing for its intended purpose?” 

The lips on Wolfwood’s face turn up into a wicked grin, his eyes filled with a lustful hunger as he nods. “Oh, dirty boy. I like the way you think.”

Vash makes his way over to the bench, pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles in one swift motion as he bends over. The blush on his face deepens as he feels the other’s eyes on his exposed pussy. “I hope the view isn’t too bad.”

“T…too bad? Good fucking god, blondie, you’ve got the prettiest damn pussy I’ve ever seen. Shame I can’t devour you right now and make you scream and squirt all over my face.” Wolfwood pulls down on the loosened band of his own pants, freeing his erection and idly stroking a bit just at the sight alone. “Guess I’ll have to settle for pounding you till you’re dizzy.”

Vash hides his face in his hands, completely unable to come up with a coherent response. Every single explicit word that came from the other’s mouth made his cunt wetter, and he craved Wolfwood’s cock with every bone in his body. He whimpers, shaking his hips back and forth a little bit to entice the other into finally bridging the gap between their bodies. “C’mere…I need you…”

The standing man growls hungrily, taking a few steps forward and grabbing a handful of Vash’s ass with one hand and lining his cock up with the man’s hole with the other. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

With one last inhale and a push of the hips, Wolfwood’s cock makes its way into the warm, tight cavern of Vash’s walls. The men simultaneously groan at the pleasant stretch, both of their hips deliberately moving to be even closer to one another. As Wolfwood’s cock reaches the hilt, he leans over and kisses Vash’s exposed neck as he grips onto the handles at each side of the bench.

“I dunno how much I can hold back, pretty boy. You feel so fucking good I just want to rail you already.”

Vash chuckles, reaching his hand back to ruffle through the other’s hair, nuzzling his cheek. “Who said I’m stopping you?”

The words make Wolfwood’s heart skip a beat, his cock twitching in excitement as he growls satisfactorily. He bites down on the soft flesh of the other’s neck, pulling his hips outward before thrusting back in with a force, the sound of the loud slap filling the small space. Vash screws his eyes shut and moans, moving his own hands to their assigned handles, gripping on tight in anticipation of the vigor of the other’s body. 

The man on top grins as he moves his hips, initially starting at a comfortable pace, but quickly picking up speed and harshly shoving his body against the other’s. “Dangerous words to tell me, blondie!”

Vash stays completely silent for a few seconds as he’s fucked hard, completely overwhelmed to the point where noises couldn’t even escape his throat. He gasps as his face contorts in pure pleasure. He’s never experienced anything like this before. 

Quick and hard Wolfwood’s hips move back and forth, every thrust passionate and purposeful. Vash’s pussy was so slick, squeezing him so perfectly and milking his cock for all it was worth; the lewd wet squishing sounds made themselves heard with every push and pull of the standing man’s midsection, the fluids from the other’s cunt generously coating both of their inner thighs. 

Vash mewls and whimpers repeatedly, his knuckles turning white from the tense grip on the handles, holding onto them for dear life as his insides are mercilessly claimed. His eyes, normally so friendly and filled with energy, were rolling inside their sockets, crossing slightly as his jaw hung slack, drool dripping down onto the seat underneath him. 

“F…fuuuuck meee…”

Wolfwood’s hungry grin only remains on his face, satisfied at the pitiful sight he’s made of the man below him. “Yeah? You like when I plow this pretty boy-pussy?”

The blond only nods, hardly any ability to think coherently left in his mind as he’s completely cockdrunk. A tight, hot tension starts to build in his core, his eager cunt sucking in Wolfwood’s length even harder as his climax approaches. The other man can feel himself getting close as well, his balls clenching and cock throbbing more with every growing second.

“Fuck, blondie, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“I a-am…too…cum with me…”

The blinding hot pleasure simultaneously overtakes both of their bodies, Vash trembling from head to toe as his pussy tenses and releases, the continuous pounding from the other making his mind go completely blank. Wolfwood refuses to let up with his pace, his length mercilessly drilling into the other as his own orgasm overtakes him, spilling endless amounts of sticky hot cum into Vash’s hole, painting his inner walls with his release. The two men ride out the intense euphoric highs, their collective moans deafening in the sound-proofed lab. 

As their breathing slows and climax washes away, a significant clicking sound is heard as the threshold finally parts, the fresh air of the hall rushing into the small room, now made humid from their collective perspiration. As much as the two wanted to lay together and revel in the orgasmic afterglow, they knew they had to hightail it out of there. Wolfwood hesitantly pulls his softening cock out of Vash, both of them saddened at the feeling of the loss. He tucks himself back in, helping the other man to stand up and pull his own clothes back on. “I’ll give ya some real good aftercare once we get the hell out of here and find somewhere safe, alright?” 

“Right.”

Vash retrieves his coat off the floor before they leave the lab, Wolfwood slinging the Punisher over his shoulder as they walk cautiously down the hall, the assassin picking up a brisk pace before he looks behind him and sees a collapsed Vash on the floor, his knees buckled underneath him. The blond looks up at him with round puppy eyes. “I can’t walk very well. You fucked me really hard.”

“Dammit, needle-noggin…” Wolfwood rolls his eyes, walking back to pick the other man up by the waist, slinging him over the other shoulder to carry. “We don’t have time to dilly-dally.”

Vash playfully shrugs. “Should’ve been more gentle then.”

“Didn’t hear any complaints from you, now, did I?”

The blond simply giggles in response. “Nah.” 

Wolfwood playfully huffs as he makes his way down the corridor before stopping in his tracks. “Shit, I still need that DNA sample.”

“...let’s go back and get it another time.”