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“Okay, work is submitted, Roberto went to bed, and I got the booze. Let's drink!” Meryl said, shoving the bedroom door closed behind her with her hip, a grin on her face and arms full with bottles of alcohol. Wolfwood grinned from his spot by the window, and Vash hopped up off the bed to snag a few bottles from her arms before she dropped any. That would just be a waste.
“Thank God for yer payday, shortie, or this adventure wouldn't be half as fun.” Wolfwood stood and closed the window, snuffing out his cigarette butt against the windowsill before taking the rest of the alcohol from her hands, setting them on the table and immediately opening one, taking a generous swig. He held it out to Vash, who took the offered bottle and took a drink as well, sitting back down on the bed and crossing his lanky legs under him.
“I just hope we're not back to being nearly broke after this,” he said, taking another drink before passing the bottle to Meryl. “You really didn't have to go all out.”
“Sure I did, we're celebrating my first article to be published in the paper,” she replied, relishing in the burn of the alcohol down her throat and the warmth spreading in her chest. “Besides, I try to smudge what I can as business expenses, so this paycheck is a bit more than usual. Hell, I even treated Roberto to a higher end whiskey earlier as thanks for putting up with our bullshit. We'll be fine for a while, but that doesn't mean either of you get to slack off on finding work to help out!”
Vash chuckled as Wolfwood rolled his eyes, his sunglasses pushed up into his hair. She rarely got to see his unobscured eyes, and the light of the lamps gave his gray eyes an amber glow. It was very pretty.
“Yeah yeah, whatever you say, li'l missy,” he said with a huff, slumping back in his chair and kicking the other one out for her. He made grabby hands for the bottle, and Meryl took another mouthful before passing it back to him. She sat in the offered chair and tucked a foot up, wrapping her arms around her knee as she watched Wolfwood's lips wrap around the lip of the bottle, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
“Oh! You guys wanna play poker?” Vash asked, startling her from her staring. She felt her cheeks warm as Wolfwood caught her eye, and she turned to the blonde.
“I got paid, but I didn't get paid that much,” Meryl chuckled, and didn't hide her grin as Vash tilted his head in thought like a puppy, also making grabby hands for the bottle. Wolfwood passed it to him, and Meryl actively avoided staring at him like she did Wolfwood.
“We could do double penny poker? Keep it low stakes?”
“Hmm, maybe, how much loose change you got?” She rooted through her own pockets as her question made the boys do the same.
“I got some lint n’ a lollipop stick, spikey?”
“Hmm, I got eight cents, some bullet casings, and a cool rock I found!”
“You think all rocks are cool rocks!”
“But this one really is cool! See?”
“Ah yes, this one is slightly more tan than normal.”
“No- see, look! It kinda looks like a face when you tilt it a certain way, see?”
“No, fuckin’- get it out of my face, I swear to God!”
Meryl simply raised an eyebrow as they devolved into a slap fight, staying put as Wolfwood yanked at the collar of Vash's red coat and pulled him down into a chokehold, digging his knuckles into his head in a rough noogie.
“Ack! Okay, I yield, I yield!” Wolfwood let him up with a final shove to his head, blonde spikes much more spikey and in horrible disarray, and Meryl failed to hide a snort of laughter behind the bottle they were sharing. Vash simply pouted.
“You're so mean to me!” He whined, making a futile attempt at fixing his hair, and Wolfwood simply grinned, sitting back down and snagging the bottle off of Meryl, taking a sip.
“Not my fault yer easy t’ fuck with.” Vash pouted more, shoving the rock back in his pocket.
“Oh yeah, not enough loose change by the way,” he said, looking at Meryl who simply hummed. What else could they use for poker? They could just play without betting, but that's no fun. Maybe cigarette butts? Between Wolfwood and Roberto's chain smoking, there'd be enough trash to go around, but that's just gross.
“Could always do strip poker?” Wolfwood said after a moment, and Meryl whipped her head towards him. He was leaning back in his chair, the front two legs off the ground and the bottle of whiskey dangling between his fingers. He seemed nonchalant, almost bored, but Meryl could see the way his arms flexed with tension, how he avoided her gaze as he stared up at a spot on the ceiling.
“Oo, that could be fun! Meryl?” She tore her gaze away from Wolfwood and looked at Vash, at the easy smile that graced his lips, at the way his eyes crinkled with the apples of his cheeks. She could see the heat in his gaze, not at all shy about it like Wolfwood, could see the quiet promise of a good time. The tension in the room doubled, and she suppressed a shudder.
She didn't know if it was because of the alcohol in her system, or if it was the weeks of stolen glances she caught from the both of them, of the casual touches while setting up camp. How she caught Wolfwood looking at her ass while she tied up the luggage on the roof rack, how Vash would trail his fingers across her waist while they were in a crowd, how either of them would grab her and haul her around during a shootout as if she weighed nothing. But she felt herself nodding.
“Sure, why not? Sounds like fun! Haven't played poker since college though, so don't go too rough on me.”
Wolfwood looked away from the ceiling and met her eye, shooting her a wicked grin. “Oh, don't you worry darlin’, I'll be gentle.”
~~~
“ARGH! Not fair!” Meryl whined, throwing her shitty hand onto the floor. She was down to her underwear, bra, and tank top, while Wolfwood still had his underwear, pants, and sunglasses, and Vash had on his underwear, pants, shirt, and coat, his bare toes wiggling in delight.
“Sorry Meryl! You lose the game, you lose your shirt!” His cheeks were flush with laughter and alcohol, the trio steadily getting more tipsy as their games progressed. Wolfwood laughed and fumbled for his second bottle of whiskey, taking a long drink.
“I swear to fuck you're cheating!” She bemoaned, grabbing the hem of her tank top and lifting it off and over her head, leaving her in nothing but her white bra and underwear. She fixed her strap as it slid off her shoulder and tossed her tank top behind her with the rest of her clothes.
“Of course he is! Fucker always cheats!” Wolfwood said, fumbling inside his discarded coat pocket for his cigarettes and lighter, lighting one and inhaling a deep lungful of smoke as Meryl reached for her own bottle of alcohol.
“I do not!” Vash gasped, his hand pressed to his chest in such mock affrontement that Meryl snorted into her mouthful of drink, turning her head to the side as to not spew her drink over everything as she laughed and choked, grabbing her discarded tank top to wipe her face as she laughed.
Wolfwood howled with laughter next to her, patting her back as she recovered and Vash fumbled to stand, stumbling towards the bathroom and coming back with a cup of water which he pressed into her hands and she took a grateful sip of, her coughs and laughter dying a bit.
“Th-thanks,” she wheezed with a stupid grin on her face, and Vash just chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. It felt nice, the cool metal of his prosthetic chasing away the heat of the alcohol, and the strong calloused hand rubbing circles on her back. She hummed in contentment. “You just looked so fucking offended it was hysterical.”
“Hey!”
“So offended at getting caught cheating-”
“I don't cheat!”
“Looked like a scandalized city lady getting told her furniture is tacky.”
Wolfwood let out a loud bark of laughter, slapping her back. “You’d know all about that, wouldn't ya, little miss upper class!”
Meryl tilted her head and looked him dead in the eye. “Exactly, that's why I knew that look. I was the cause of that look multiple times growing up.”
Vash huffed a laugh. “Oh my God, I'm just picturing a little Meryl, all dolled up in frills at some tea party just criticizing some poor lady's decor-”
“Like, ‘Ma'am, your carpet clashes with your love seats’,” Wolfwood wheezed, pitching his voice high to mimic Meryl's own.
Meryl clutched her sides and laughed, leaning forward so her face was pressed into Vash's stomach. “Holy shit! Oh my God, okay so funny story-”
“No fuckin’ way-”
“No wait! I said that! Like actually! Frills and tea party and everything!”
“Wolfwood oh my God-”
“No no no, so like- okay! I was like eight or nine, okay? And the nanny was out sick, so mom-”
“Of course she had a nanny-”
“Shut up! So mom had to bring me to one of her lunches, and obviously there were no other children to play with- not like we would really be playing anyways, but that's besides the point-”
“Don't wanna dirty your fancy party clothes-”
“Exactly, shut up! So anyways, I was just sitting next to mom, right, like just looking around, not understanding whatever the fuck the adults were talking about- when I notice that the leaf pattern on the couch and the carpet were two completely different shades of green. Like, I'm talking puke green and neon green.”
“Oh, God-”
“I know right?! Thinking back on it, maybe she was colorblind or something, I don't fuckin’ know! But little me didn't like that, it bothered me to no end! So there was a lull in the conversation, and-” She bit her lip, choking on a wheeze, “and so I turn to the lady whose house we're at, and I say to her, ‘Excuse me, miss? But your carpet and couch don't match. The carpet is too bright.’”
“Oh my God-”
“And- and the lady's face gets super red, and next thing I know is we're leaving. And get this, as we're walking back to our house, mom turns to me and says, ‘Honestly Meryl? I can't tell you how glad I am that you said something. We've all been thinking it for months now!’”
Vash howls with laughter and leans over her, pulling her closer to his stomach as they both shake with laughter, and Meryl feels the tickle of soft hair as Wolfwood presses his face into her back, feeling him shake behind her with laughter as well. She had forgotten about that day, that lady and her ugly carpet. If she was honest with herself, she hadn't thought about home a lot lately either. She wondered how her parents were doing, if her mom was getting her letters. It was hard to get mail while traveling, so she probably had a whole pile of reply letters waiting for her back at the office.
Meryl felt her laughter die down, smiling against Vash with Wolfwood at her back, and she heaved a happy sigh. She should visit home one of these days.
“You good?” Vash asked, and she turned her head to look up at him, his mussed blond hair drooped and framing his face as he smiled down at her with soft blue eyes. Truely, he was too kind for this world.
“Yeah, I'm good. Just thinking is all.”
“Ah, well, can't have that!” Wolfwood said against her back, his hands patting her knees before he sat back and grabbed his bottle of whiskey. “Ya ain't drunk enough if yer still thinkin’ too loud!”
Meryl laughed and sat up as well, pulling away from Vash and his warmth and accepting the offered bottle, tipping it back and chugging a good bit. “Cheers!”
Vash laughed. “You're supposed to toast before drinking!”
“Ah, well, guess I'll have to drink again! Cheers!” Meryl grinned and clinked her bottle with Vash's, drinking some more. “Now, deal me back in, Wolfwood! I've still got clothes to bet!”
~~~
By some miracle, Meryl managed to neither win nor lose the following rounds, Wolfwood now down to his boxers and managing to beat Vash enough times so he was down to the same. Meryl eyed her cards, glancing between the boys, and back to her cards. It was getting real hard to focus, with the whiskey swimming in her stomach and two attractive men sitting nearly naked across from her, but she kept her eyes from wandering too much.
“Shortie, ya gonna keep ogling us or ya gonna trade some cards?”
Oops.
“I'm thinking! Don't get your panties in a twist!” She felt her cheeks redden as she looked back at her cards, debating on what she should give up. She's got a 10 of spades, a Jack of spades, a 3 of hearts, a 7 of clubs, and 5 of diamonds. Really, it's a shit hand, but if luck was on her side…
She handed Wolfwood her 3, 7, and 5, and crossed her fingers as he drew her three new cards. She braced herself as she looked at her new cards, and tried to keep her face neutral at what she got. A 2 of hearts, a 6 of clubs, and a 4 of diamonds. God dammit.
“Fold.” She groans, and flops back onto the floor, letting out a small squeak as the cold wood hit her back.
“Ha! Read ‘em and weep!” Vash smirked, throwing his cards down. Another royal flush. Mother fucker.
“Sonofa-” Wolfwood groaned and tossed his cards down as well. Full house. “I will get you naked, blondie!”
Vash simply grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “Ooo, is that a promise~?”
Meryl snorted and sat up, flipping her pathetic cards over, her nothing hand. “Well, I guess I'm getting naked first, it seems.” She giggled and reached behind her, fumbling for the clasp to her bra. “I mean, I still have my underwear, but with how my luck's been… oh c'mon, you stupid fucking- ugh!” She couldn't get her fingers to cooperate with what she wanted, leaning to the side as she tried and failed to get her clasp undone.
She heard Wolfwood snort and shuffle next to her before his large warm hands ghosted up her spine, sending goosebumps across her flesh.
“Here, I gotcha,” he said, and she felt his fingers slide under her bra, easily undoing the clasp and sliding the straps down her shoulders, the garment slipping into her lap and exposing her breasts to the cool night air. He didn't immediately pull away, giving her shoulder a squeeze before trailing his fingers back down along her spine and onto the divot of her hips for another squeeze, and she failed to keep from arching into his touch before he pulled away.
She wondered what his fingers would feel like on other parts of her body, and she felt heat coil in her gut at the intrusive idea. Mentally slapping herself, she tossed her bra behind her and rolled her shoulders.
“Ah, thanks.” She hoped her cheeks weren't as red as they felt, but if she wasn't blushing before, the hungry look Vash was sending their way surely made her red. She felt exposed under his stare, like if she wasn't already undressed that he would be stripping her with his eyes. Maybe he still was, maybe he was stripping off her underwear in his mind, laying her back between himself and Wolfwood as he spread her legs and slipped his long, piano fingers inside her, reaching deeper than she ever could when she thought of them in the dead of night, when she could hear them-
“Oi, ya playing again or nah?” Wolfwood's voice brought her back to reality, to the new hand of cards infront of her, and she shook her head, cheeks beat red as she grabbed for more whiskey, taking a mouthful.
“Y-yeah! Yeah, I've still got clothing to bet, I'm still in!” She grabbed her cards and glared at them, willing herself to focus. She could do this. She could possibly be not the first one to be fully naked, maybe Wolfwood! Yeah, Wolfwood could lose, and be the first one naked! Oh, God if he lost she could finally see what he was packing, what made Vash moan like a whore in the middle of the night-
Focus! Okay, let's see. A 2 of spades, a 3 of spades, a 4 of spades, a 5 of spades, and an ace of clubs. A whole straight! That wasn't awful! She could either keep it as is, a straight isn't a bad hand, or she could gamble and redraw the ace of clubs and try and get a straight flush, or at the very least a normal flush. However, if she didn't get either an ace of spades, a 6 of spades, or any other spades at all, her straight hand would drop down to nothing, and she would lose. What to do, what to do…
“I think I'll keep my hand, this time,” she mused, looking between Vash and Wolfwood, trying to keep her face neutral.
“Aight, on three,” Vash said. “One, two, three!” They all tossed down their hands, and Meryl's heart sank at the full house and four of a kind that stared back at her.
“No! What was the next card?!” She demanded, grabbing at the deck and flipping over the top card. A 6 of spades. She would've won had she traded her ace of clubs.
“Motherfucker!”
Vash cackled next to her as Wolfwood snorted a laugh at her dismayed expression, and she turned to Vash when she felt his hand on her shoulder.
“You don't have to strip any more if you don't want to,” he said with a smile, and Meryl pouted. Her mama didn't raise no quitter. However, she did raise a lady, and would be appalled that her daughter was as drunk as she was, about to be fully naked infront of two men, and that said men were the infamous Humanoid Typhoon and a machine gun wielding fake priest. Oh, and that she was playing poker at all. Her mama would also be exceptionally upset at the fact that her papa taught her how to play in the first place, and her papa would be disappointed at how badly she played. Oh well, it is what it is.
“Oh, no I'm fine with stripping, I'm just upset at the fact that was the closest I was to winning a round all night,” Meryl said with a sigh as she stood, slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear. Wolfwood wolf whistled at her as she slipped the clothing down her thighs, smirking and wiggling her hips a little as she did so. She heard Vash's breath hitch as she turned and bent over to place her underwear on her pile of clothes. Sure, she could've just tossed them aside, but she wanted to give the boys a little view.
Straightening back up, she looked over her shoulder at them, blushing as two sets of piercing gazes were staring straight at her ass, and she saw Wolfwood's cock twitch in his boxers. Oh, and how that slight twitch went straight to her core. Good to know she wasn't the only one affected by this little game.
She turned back to face them and oh how their gazes darkened, dragging across her full naked form in all its glory, over every minor scar and stretch mark, over the soft squish of her tummy and her unshaved pussy, her supple breasts and perky nipples. She felt herself get even wetter at the attention, but forced herself to play it cool, sitting back down in her spot before laying down next to Vash, her head on his bare thigh. He smelled sweet, how had she never noticed it before?
“Well? Are you gonna keep ogling me, or are you two gonna see who's next to join me naked?” She said slyly, grabbing Vash's whiskey bottle and taking a swig and passing it to the blonde, who finished it off.
“Aight, aight, last round then,” Wolfwood said, a dark flush across his cheeks as he shifted his position a bit, trying to subtly adjust himself in his boxers. Meryl looked up at Vash, and saw he was blushing all the way down to his shoulders, even his ears were red! How adorable! She couldn't help but giggle and nuzzle her cheek against his thigh, grinning as he ran a hand through her hair and down her neck, letting out a pleased hum as Wolfwood shuffled and dealt the cards.
She half watched as they swapped cards here and there, before throwing down their hands. Vash got yet another royal flush.
“Ya don't even have sleeves to hide cards, how the fuck are ya cheatin’?!” Wolfwood huffed, and Vash chuckled, absentmindedly trailing his hand up and down Meryl's bare arm and side, giving her the occasional squeeze, the teasing doing nothing to quell the heat in her core.
“I'm not cheating, I'm just that good!”
“I betcha he's counting cards,” Meryl said, her cheek squished against his thigh. She felt a gentle slap against her hip.
“Am not!”
“Are too!” Wolfwood fired back, standing with a grunt, his knees popping with the movement. Meryl watched as he raised his arms above his head in a stretch, openly staring at the way his chest and stomach flexed with the movement before he relaxed, slipping his fingers under the band of his own boxers before he slid them down toned thighs, kicking them away to some corner of the room, and oh boy-
Wolfwood was already half hard, his thick cock hanging deliciously between his thighs, and Meryl felt her mouth water at the sight, squeezing her thighs together at the jolt of arousal, becoming even more wet. Her underwear would be soaked by now, if she still had them.
Vash rumbled beneath her and she looked up at him, his blue eyes nearly eclipsed by his pupils, and the sweet smell was stronger than ever.
“You're so pretty, Nick,” he sighed, and Meryl looked back at him, nodding in agreement, watching as the dark blush on Nick's cheeks darkened and spread further, even as he scoffed.
“Yer not so bad yerself, needle noggin,” he said, crossing his arms across his glorious tits, before Meryl found herself beneath his piercing gaze instead. “Lil’ missy's not too shabby neither.” Vash tilted his head to look down at her, and she felt herself blush in embarrassment. Why she wasn't flustered to strip, but got so shy when getting compliments was beyond her, and she hid her face in Vash's leg as his eyes raked over her body.
“She is quite the looker,” she could hear the grin in his voice, his hands gently trailing across her soft waist. “So pretty, so soft and cute.”
“Nooooo,” she whined, feeling her ears heat up, and she heard Nick chuckle, his voice deep and teasing.
“Aw, don't like the flattery, doll?” He sounded closer, and she bit her lip as she felt his broad hand settle on her knee. “What if I think yer butt's cute? Or, that Vash wants to cuddle the shit outta ya like a stuffed animal? What if I said that I think it was really hot when you kicked the shit outta that guy in the last town?”
“What if I said that Nick has been wanting to get his mouth on you for a while now? That he wants to eat you out and make you see stars?” Vash whispered next to her ear, and she couldn't suppress the shudder that rolled down her spine, squeezing her thighs tighter. Fuck, she was dripping, she could feel slick drip down the crease of her ass as Nick's hand trailed up her thigh.
“What if I said I wanted to kiss you?” Vash asked, and she peeked up from her hiding spot against his thigh, looking at him. His pupils were blown wide, his lips wet as he bit them, and she swallowed thickly. That was all she wanted, she needed to kiss him, kiss them both, let them have their way with her.
She'd had fantasies, late at night, of joining in on whatever pleasure she heard from the other side of the flimsy inn walls, of thick calloused hands and slim pale fingers touching her, groping her, spreading her and pleasuring her in every possible way, of sinking to her knees and taking Nick deep in her throat, of finally kissing Vash's perfectly soft lips. She could hardly believe it was really happening.
Keeping eye contact with Vash, she slid her own hand towards Nick's, grabbing his hand and placing it on one of her breasts. “Please, kiss me,” she whispered, and that was all he needed before leaning forwards over her and capturing her lips with his, and they were just as soft as she'd imagined.
She groaned softly as Vash kissed her hungrily, licking the seam of her lips before swiping his tongue against hers. He tasted of cheap booze and mint toothpaste, and it was intoxicating. She gasped into his mouth as Nick gave her breast a squeeze, rolling a nipple between his thick fingers. Vash kissed the corner of her mouth before trailing little kisses down to her neck, gently biting and rolling her flesh between his teeth, worrying a mark into her pale flesh that was sure to bruise come morning.
Meryl failed to contain a moan as wet heat enveloped her nipple, Nick laving his tongue across her perked bud, pinching and pulling at the other with his rough fingers, and she arched her back, pressing her breast further into his mouth. She felt Vash's prosthetic fingers entwine with her own as his flesh hand smoothed it's way down her sternum towards her stomach, petting and touching just below her navel, refusing to go any further.
“Ah-! Please,” she whined, begging both of them for more. She wove her free hand through Nick's dark hair, grip tightening as he bit gently at her nipple, and the answering groan rumbling from his throat sent delicious vibrations through her chest.
Vash's hand trailed lower, just barely brushing the wiry hair between her legs as Nick released her abused nipple with a pop, trailing sucking kisses down her chest. He found a spot on the side of her ribs that caused a loud moan to escape her throat, removing her hand from Nick's hair to slap over her mouth. She didn't know about that spot.
Nick smirked up at her wickedly, tracing the spot with his thumb. “Well now, ain't that a nice li'l spot, huh?” She shuddered and squeezed her thighs together, her cunt dripping with arousal as she stared down at him. Vash's hand gently wrapped around her wrist, pulling her hand away from her mouth.
“Now, don't hide your pretty sounds from us, sweetheart,” he cooed, pressing kisses to each of her knuckles. It was so soft and tender compared to the thick arousal permeating the air. “We want to hear everything.” He growled that into her ear, and oh god did that do things to her, her empty cunt clenching around nothing, slick dripping onto the floor as she gasped.
Nick chuckled deeply before attaching his lips to her ribs, sucking and biting with fervor, and Meryl moaned loudly, arching her back as Vash pinned her hands to the floor, watching. She met his unnaturally blue eyes, his pupils blown wide and dark with heat and hunger, and felt like he could devour her and she'd thank him.
“Oh, god- Nicholas!” She moaned, her hips bucking as he painted her ribs with bruises, his hands moving to pin her hips to the floor. She felt his arms flex, keeping her down, and the show of raw strength sent another rush of heat to her gut. He was so strong, carrying that hundreds something pound machine gun around with just two fingers, he could easily fuck her against the wall-
“Ah-!” Long fingers carded their way through her bush, rubbing on either side of her clit, just shy of touching it, rubbing down her soaking folds, and she blinked her eyes open- when did she close them?- to see Vash's gaze trained downwards. Meryl didn't even realize he let go of her hands, keeping them beside her head willingly.
“So beautiful, isn't she, Nick?” He asked, spreading her pussy lips apart, slick making them glisten in the lamplight. “So wet for us.”
Nick hummed and pulled away from her ribs, resting his cheek against her knee, looking down to where Vash was playing with her with the softest touches, causing her to whimper and try to close her legs. Nick's broad hands on her knees easily kept them open, and she watched him lick his lips.
“Damn, doll, yer absolutely drenched,” he said, sliding his hands down her thighs to the junction of her hips, his thumbs spreading her open more. Meryl could hear how slick she was just from that, and embarrassment darkened her cheeks further. She wasn't used to being the center of attention, especially like this.
“Wanna get my mouth on you, make you cum on nothin’ but my tongue.” Nick licked her lower thigh, working a hickey onto her supple flesh, and she watched as his gaze darkened at the way her pussy clenched at the thought. “Though the floor is hardly the spot to treat a lady right. Needle noggin, if you would?”
“With pleasure.” Meryl felt Vash's hands trail across her body, giving her breasts a quick grope before she was being hauled up off the floor, her legs immediately wrapping around the blonde's waist as he stood. It was only when Vash pulled Nick in for a heated kiss did she realize she was being held up with one arm.
Oh god, they both could easily fuck her standing up.
Meryl watched as Vash bit Nick's bottom lip, causing the man to groan deeply into the blonde's mouth as he sucked on his tongue before pulling away, both of them turning their attention to her. She bit her lip before grabbing Nick by the hair, heaving him into her own kiss, and his moan at the rough treatment echoed through her bones.
“God, I've had dreams of this moment,” Vash whispered, watching, rolling his hips against Meryl's, who he was still holding with one arm. She whined into her kiss with Nick before pulling away, looking up at Vash.
“Really?”
He walked her towards the bed and crawled up onto it, laying her down at the head and looking over her. “Yeah. Fuck, Meryl, Nick would rail me as we fantasized about you.”
Nick crawled up onto bed as well, leaning over on Meryl's right. “I'd talk about how pretty you'd be, all spread out for us, how you'd look ridin’ me, or scissorin’ Vash. He'd get so wet at just the thought. Sometimes, when we'd see you do somethin’ badass, he'd jump me, moanin’ ‘bout how hot you looked, how sexy you were, and I'd fuck his brains out to the thought of you.”
Meryl's hips jolted and rocked, thinking back to those times Vash was especially loud through the walls. She could never make out what they were saying, but now that she thought about it, they were always really loud on days she stood her ground or took someone down by herself.
“You guys were always so loud,” she whispered, spreading her legs and groping her breasts. “I always ended up touching myself to what I heard. Nick, you always make Vash moan like a whore, and I imagined what it'd be like to be on the receiving end of that, to be between you two. I figured you'd be big, if it made him scream like that.” She watched Nick's cock jump at that, and how Vash bit his lip, and she trailed her hand down her stomach, that sweet smell getting stronger.
“I felt so guilty, listening in, but the way you sounded, fuck, it made me so, so wet, I couldn't help it.” Meryl slid her fingers towards her core, circling her clit, her thighs jolting at the touch, at how hungry her boys looked, watching. She spread her pussy lips open with her pointer and ring fingers, teasing her hole with her middle finger. “Now I'm here, and you can gladly do what we've all wanted all this time. Please?”
Vash moaned and captured her lips in a furious kiss, all tongue and teeth and need, while Nick bit down hard on her thigh, causing her to groan deeply into Vash's mouth. Nick trailed bites and kisses down her thighs, settling himself on his stomach and immediately burying his face in her cunt. Meryl gasped at the contact, at the wet tongue lapping at her soaking folds as she arched her back, burying her hands in Nick's hair as he sucked her clit, alternating between swirling his tongue around it and shoving it in her hole.
“Oh god, oh god yes yes yes!” Meryl moaned, yanking Nick closer and freeing a hand to grab at Vash, digging her fingers into his hip. “Vash, please I-I wanna see you too, wanna touch you, please!”
Vash whimpered against her neck, biting at her shoulder as he rocked his hips against nothing, desperate for friction. “I-I'm similar to you but I'm not the same, I don't wanna spook-”
“Vash Middle Name Stampede, I don’t give a rat's ass what you got, all I know is I wanna make you feel good too, capiche?”
Nick pulled away to bury a snort against her thigh, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “Vash Middle Name Stampede, wouldn't his middle name be ‘The’?” Meryl kicked his shoulder with her heel.
“Get back to work.” Nick just laughed before shaking his head, leaning back down.
“Bossy, bossy.” Meryl was about to scold him again before she cut herself off with a gasp, a thick finger working its way inside her pussy as a tongue circled her clit. She moaned and looked back up at Vash, cupping his cheek.
“I want to make you- ah!- feel just as good as Nick does. I don't, mmm, want to p-pressure you though, but I won't be bothered by whatever you got- oh, yes!”
Vash leaned into her touch, and Meryl watched the tension leave his shoulders as he pressed soft kisses against her palm and wrist. She bit her lip as she felt a second finger wiggle its way inside her, Nick beginning to scissor her open. God, it felt amazing, she was right about how good his rough fingers would feel, how thick they'd be, how good the stretch would feel. It was like his fingers were made for pussy.
“Okay,” Vash said, and Meryl opened her eyes to watch him kneel up, slipping his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and sliding them down scarred thighs. Suddenly that sweet smell grew in intensity as Vash discarded his underwear, and Meryl realized it was coming from him! From between his legs, where instead of a pussy like hers sat, instead were bloomed petals, intricate plant markings swirling across each one, leading to a thick bud at the apex like a clit. And he was absolutely soaked.
Meryl moaned at the sight of it, sliding her hand down his waist and thigh, then back up again, moving towards his inner thigh and trailing a soft touch across a petal. She watched as Vash shuddered and covered his mouth with his hand, rocking his hips forwards.
“Now, if I can't hide my noises, neither can you,” she said, ending with a gasp as Nick slid a third finger in. She could feel herself getting close already, her hips rocking against his face as he sucked her clit. Nick curled his fingers up and behind, finding a spot that made her arch her back and see stars, a loud moan falling from her lips.
“Oh fuck, don't stop!” Meryl whined, bucking against Nick's face as she rubbed at Vash's petals, watching as the blond humped her hand. She rubbed her thumb against his bud and slipped a finger inside his hole, and he whimpered, riding her hand. Between how hot Vash looked and the magic Nick was doing with his mouth and fingers, she wasn't long to last, her peak cresting. Her back arched as her legs clamped around Nick's head, a silent moan falling from her lips before she gasped, bucking her hips as Nick finger fucked her through her orgasm. Her legs eventually loosened with a gasp as Nick carefully pulled away, licking his lips and slipping his soaked fingers in his mouth, cleaning them off.
Meryl watched in awe, and felt Vash speed up watching Nick lick between his fingers.
“Fuck shortie, almost suffocated me there for a moment,” Nick said with a grin, kneeling upright, his thick cock bouncing with the motion. “No better way to die.”
“Oh fuck, Nick,” Vash whined, grinding against Meryl's hand, and she gathered enough of her melted brain to add a second finger, crooking it inside of him, trying to find his g spot next. “God, that would be the best way to die, between Meryl's thick thighs. I've had wet dreams about your thighs, fuck!”
Meryl giggled and leaned up on her elbow, working her fingers as deep as she could get inside him. “Is that right? Want me to ride your face sometime, baby? Want your head squeezed between my legs like Nick was?” Vash whimpered and nodded, and she could see out of the corner of her eye Nick stroking himself to the scene before him.
Meryl hummed and leaned forwards, Vash's cunt smelling so sweet, she wondered what it would taste like. She licked a stripe up his thick clit-like bud, admiring the way he gasped and jolted, and grinned as she felt rough hands grope her ass.
“He's always real sensitive, doll,” Nick said next to her ear. She felt his heat radiating behind her, a hot stripe against her back, and he felt his thick cock slide between her ass cheeks. “Especially if you play with his petals.” Meryl hummed and rolled her hips back against Nick's cock, adding another finger into Vash's pussy and trailing her tongue across his petals, licking each one and savoring the taste. He tasted so sweet, like musk and floral and honey. Vash gripped the headboard, his knees shaking as moans and gasps rolled from his lips, and Meryl took it all in, each noise, each twitch of his thighs. She worked her fingers, trying to find that spot, and she knew she found it when Vash gripped her head and bucked into her mouth, slick leaking down her wrist.
“He's close, can you feel it?” Nick asked, and yes she could. She could feel the way his walls were clenching around her fingers, trying to suck them deeper, could feel more slick leak out of him, the slick squelching of his cunt as she fingered him faster, her thumb on his clit and tongue against his petals.
Vash came with a sob of her name and a gush of wet against her face as he pressed her closer, hunched over her head as he shook apart, and she had never seen a more beautiful sight. Looking up between her lashes, she watched as his Plant markings pulsed across his skin, casting the room in a hazy blue glow amidst the light of the lamps, and it was mesmerizing.
Eventually he pulled her head away, slumping against the headboard as his legs shook, and she sat up and pulled him into a sloppy kiss. Vash moaned against her mouth, no doubt tasting himself on her tongue. She felt Nick's hands roam across her back as they caught their breath, and Meryl cupped Vash's face in her hands.
“You're so pretty,” she sighed, and Vash flushed brilliantly, a goofy but sincere smile on his face.
“You too,” he whispered, and kissed her forehead, and she grinned before yelping at a sharp bite to her ass cheek. She looked behind her and pouted, Nick giving her a shiteating grin as he licked the bite mark he left.
“Aw, what about me? Ain't I purdy too?” Vash snorted and laughed, tucking his face in Meryl's neck.
“Drop dead gorgeous.”
“Hm, didn't expect you to be one to fish for compliments,” Meryl snarked, turning to lean back between Vash's legs and facing Nick, who only grinned wider.
“What? I know I'm hot, but it don't hurt to hear it now n’ again,” he said with a smirk, and Meryl hummed and leaned forwards, tipping his chin up with a finger.
“Well then, what do you want to hear? How sexy you are? How attractive it is to watch you swing around your cross like it's nothing? How your tits are better than mine, and I just want to bury my face between them? How much of a tease you are showing them off with how open your shirt is?” She watched as his cheeks reddened and he bit his lip, but he still seemed too cocky.
“Or, how about how handsome you are? How you've got such a nice nose, how your eyes are such a pretty shade of gray. How your hands are so broad, I bet they'd be good with a guitar. How about your shoulders? So wide and strong, your arms are so thick too, I could stare at your biceps all day. And your thighs are unfairly thick, and you've got such a nice ass. You're so handsome and pretty to look at, Nick.”
With that, Nick's face darkened even more, and he hid his face in Meryl's chest with a whine. Aw, now he's flustered, and she felt Vash chuckling behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist.
“Or should I talk about how kind and gentle you are, even though you like to pretend you're not-?”
“Okay! That's enough!” He whined from her breasts, and she couldn't help but laugh. Vash was grinning and ran his fingers through his hair, and Meryl wrapped her own arms around Nick's shoulders.
“Aw, don't want me to talk about how nice you are? How good? Because you're a good boy, Nicholas.” She felt him shudder at that, and she hummed in excitement, Nick freezing at the noise.
Vash simply laughed behind her. “Oh-ho, Meryl, you've hit the biggest nail on the head with that one. One of his biggest turn ons is praise, especially getting called a good boy.”
Meryl grinned as Nick pressed his face more into her chest, and she gave his shoulders a squeeze. “Oh, is that right? Are you our good boy, Nick? Eating me out so well, making me see stars. So good for me, for us.”
Nick groaned into her breasts, his cock twitching, precome leaking from the tip, and Meryl felt her cunt clench. She needed his cock inside her yesterday.
“Well, would you like to be my good boy and fuck me nice and full?”
“Fuck, Meryl, please-” he groaned, and Vash ran his hands over Meryl's hips, rubbing at the crease between her hips and thighs. She ran her own hands down Nick's shoulders, down his back and to his hips, taking his cock in hand and giving it a stroke. Nick groaned into her shoulder, rolling his hips, and Meryl reached behind her to Vash's cunt, coating her hand in his leftover cum before stroking Nick again with her slick hand. Both of them moaned at the sight.
“Fuck, that was one of the hottest things I've ever seen,” Vash groaned, palming at Meryl's breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. Already she felt herself growing wet again, pumping Nick's cock in one hand, reaching down and massaging his balls with the other.
“Fuck fuck fuck, Meryl, I wanna fuck you so bad, please-” Nick whined, and hearing her name, her real name and not some silly nickname, in his deep rough voice made her shudder, and she spread her legs. Vash's hands trailed down and spread her open.
“Please.”
Nick captured her lips in a kiss, grabbing his own cock and lining up with her entrance, Vash circling her clit lazily. With the first roll of his hips, his tip caught and slipped inside, and the stretch was immaculate. He was so much thicker than she imagined, already feeling so full as he slowly thrust inside, inch by inch.
When his hips finally were flush with hers, Meryl could hardly breathe. She felt so full, he was so deep inside her she swore she could feel him in her throat. She let out a long moan, feeling him twitch inside her as he stilled his hips, letting her get used to it. All the while, Vash rubbed at her clit gently with his real hand, pinching her nipples with his prosthetic.
“God, you're so tight,” Nick moaned, kissing her neck and shoulder. “Vash, she's so much tighter than I imagined, it feels amazing.”
“I bet. God, just watching you two is amazing, I can see everything. You're stretching her so good.” Vash pressed nips and kisses against Meryl's shoulders, moving his hand from her clit to press on her lower abdomen. Both Meryl and Nick gasped at the change of pressure, Nick's hips jerking a bit, causing Meryl to groan.
“Move move move please please-” Meryl whimpered, and Nick slowly pulled out until just the tip remained, before slowly thrusting back in. The thickness of his cock dragged deliciously against her walls, rubbing against her g spot with each thrust. With a whimper she clung to Vash's arm and Nick's shoulder as he sped up, Vash's hand returning to her clit, rubbing it in time with Nick's thrusts.
“Harder!”
Nick groaned and sped up, snapping his hips forwards and scooting her up the bed a bit, and Meryl wailed. He was reaching to the deepest parts of her, stretching her full, his tip kissing her cervix with each powerful thrust.
It felt amazing, everything felt so much, and she squeezed down on Nick's cock, rolling her hips to meet him.
“Yesyesyes you feel so good! Oh, ohoh Vash! Nick, please!”
“Meryl Meryl Meryl, yer so tight, fuck you've got such a perfect pussy, so good-”
“You're so pretty, filling her up like that. His cock is so big, I bet it feels even bigger inside your tight little pussy-”
Her orgasm surprised her, rushing her hard and fast, and Nick didn't stop, fucking into her as she came around his cock, Vash's fingers working her clit frantically.
“Please please ‘m so close, can I-?”
“Yes yes yes come inside me Nick, I need it, Vash!”
“Be a good boy and fill her up, Nick.”
He groaned low in her ear as he came, his hot cum spilling deep inside her cunt against her cervix, and she felt her orgasm roll into another one, her cunt gushing against his hips as Vash rubbed her clit. She sobbed against Nick's shoulder as she writhed and bucked against him, her legs shaking with pleasure. She could feel Nick's cock pulse inside her as he rocked against her before stilling, Vash's hand slowing as well. She wrapped her legs around Nick's hips, keeping him close as they caught their breath, sweat cooling against their skin.
“Fuck,” Meryl sighed, dropping her head back against Vash's chest, looking up at him. The blonde smiled down at her, one of his gentle, real smiles, and she grinned up at him in turn.
“You can say that again,” he said, pressing a soft hiss to her lips. Nick grunted, his face buried in her neck, and Meryl gave his shoulder a pat.
“Yeah, what he said.” Nick's shoulders shook with a chuckle as he pulled his face up, giving her a dopey grin.
“God damn, if this wasn't the best lay of my life.” Meryl snorted before laughing, a wide grin on her face. Her laughter only increased when Nick groaned and made a face, trying to pull away to no avail, Meryl's legs still wrapped around his waist.
“Fuck, stop laughin’! Yer squeezin’ my dick, I ain't ready for round two just yet!” Vash joined in her laughter as she let her legs drop, splaying open for Nick to pull out. He slid his soft cock out of her tender cunt, cum oozing out after him and dripping down her ass and onto the bed.
Nick groaned and flopped down onto the bed, burying his face in Meryl's stomach. “God, what is it with you two and laughing during sex? Squeezin’ the shit outta my dick.”
Vash cackled. “Darling, if you're shitting out of your dick, I suggest seeking medical attention.” Meryl howled with laughter, tears welling up in her eyes as her sides ached. It wasn't even that funny, why was it so funny?
“Fuckin’ hell, my pillow keeps shakin’!” Nick huffed, pinching her side and making her squeak and slap his hand away. A feral grin spread across his lips and Meryl felt her heart sink, despite trying to catch her breath from laughing.
He wiggled his fingers.
“No no,” she whined.
“Oh yes.”
“No no no!”
“Yes!”
Vash grabbed her hands and held her tight to his body, giving Nick the chance to dance his fingers across her sides and stomach, causing her to wheeze with laughter.
“No! Stop it! You dick!”
Vash cackled against her shoulder as Nick dodged her flailing legs, managing to pin them down with his torso as he kept up the barrage, a wicked smile in his lips.
Loud banging from the wall behind them and muffled angry shouts caused them to freeze, a sheepish look dawning on Vash's face.
“Oops, guess we were a little too loud, huh?” He asked, loosening his hold on Meryl but keeping her close, more of a hug than containment. Nick sighed and folded his arms across Meryl's stomach, which was still jumping from her giggles.
“Eh, is what it is.” He looked up at her and Vash, and she saw the sifter look on his face, like they were something precious. It was nice. Her giggles died down and she leaned back against Vash, running her fingers through Nick's hair, still slightly damp from sweat.
“Hm, it is kinda late. Maybe we should turn in?” She was so comfortable though, she didn't want to leave the warm embrace of Vash, the comforting weight of Nick. She especially didn't want to go back to her shared room with Roberto, in her own bed, cold and alone.
As if sensing her thoughts, Nick wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling her stomach, his prickly stubble making her giggle, as Vash pressed a kiss to her temple.
“Well, I hope you don't mind Nick's snoring,” Vash said, a smile in his voice.
“And spikey tends to kick in his sleep.”
“But Nick's tits make an amazing pillow.”
“And blondie runs hot as hell, so you're cozy all night long.”
Meryl stared at them with wide eyes, her heart skipping a beat. They really wanted her to stay? For real?
“Are you sure?”
Vash cupped her cheek and turned her face towards him, the softest smile on his face and pure love and adoration in his eyes.
“Meryl, we wouldn't kick you out, not after we've been after you for so long. We'd love for you to stay.”
“Not just for tonight, either,” Nick said softly, and she looked down at him. His cheeks were red, obviously embarrassed, but he looked her in the eye. “We want you. Permanently. Stay?”
She sniffed and nodded, rubbing at her eyes as emotion filled her chest. She felt so loved and cared for, after longing from a distance for so long. To simply fantasize was one thing, but to be a part of this, with these two incredible men? Something else entirely, something wonderful.
Vash cooed and kissed her cheek, shifting around and manhandling her so they were all laying down comfortably in bed, Vash on her right with Nick on her left. Vash pulled her against his chest as Nick flung the blanket up over the three of them, lighting a cigarette and flicking off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
Long piano fingers combed through her hair, rough hands rubbed her hip, and the smell of smoke and sex filled the air, and Meryl had never felt more loved.