museunboxing | PSL for arkfall

[The crowd is absolutely enthralled by the performance the brothers are giving them. They jeer and shout insults at Vash as he looks shocked to hear the command finally come. He takes a moment to nervously swallow before giving his head a short nod.] Yes, brother. [No argument. No pleading. Stiffly Vash starts to crawl towards the man sitting waiting for him with a pleased grin. The stiffness is not as much of an act. Vash wincing as his back and shoulder ache from the short crawl he has to do across the stage to reach where the man is sitting.

He positions himself between those legs that are spread open wide for him. Kneeling up just high enough that his mouth can reach. The crowd's cheers and laughter reaching a thunderous level as Vash's mouth seals itself around the man's cock.] That's it, pretty boy. [The man coaxes as Vash begins to go down further on him.] Show my submissive what happens to those who are naughty. [He reaches forward to run his fingers through Vash's hair. Subtly pushing Vash down further onto him. Vash does his best to not look alarm as the man tries to take control of his head. Worried of what that might do to set Knives off and hoping his brother hasn't noticed.]

[Knives does notice, but instead of hurting that man he crosses his arms over his chest and squeezes them to ground himself.

He hates that he's going to have to watch this, but somehow he assumes if he looks away they'll realize how little he wants to be here. Instead, he watches and, after a moment, he makes an amused sound.]

Why, I think you just called me pretty. [He points out.] Given that he and I have the same face.

[The man turns towards Knives with a pleased smile on his face as he lets Vash come back up for a bit of air.] You are. [He admits with a hum of delight as Vash goes back down again.] Do you look better than your brother under your coat? [His fingers stop Vash from coming back up when he thinks he can't go any further.] I'd be happy to have both of you back for something a bit more private later. [The man smirks and rocks his hips up a little bit. Reflectively Vash beings to gag just a little before he sinks back down into the seat. Leaving Vash gasping and struggling to get his breathing back under control.] But maybe we should see if your little brother can handle me first. [He says a bit mockingly now as he lets Vash go back up once again.] I'm sure you could handle it. [It's not Knives he wishes to insult right now after all.]

[Knives narrows his eyes but he doesn't say what comes to mind. His level of frustration is rising at how this man is treating Vash. He wants to threaten him with losing his cock, but that feels like the kind of thing that would make everything worse for Vash.

And this is already sickening him.]

But could you handle me? That's the real question.

I think I can. [The man grins and for the moment leaves Vash alone to give the blow job as the submissive sees fit.] But you know dominants can't exactly sleep together. At least not without a little help. [He pets Vash's head as one might a dog and it elicits a loud bout of laughter from the crowd. The man seems to be feeding off the power trip for the moment.]

Bring your brother. I'll fuck him, I'll let you fuck me, and may--ooooh! [Vash does something with his mouth this man clearly likes.] Maybe we can even have a bit of fun with some of the toys I have at home. I think mouthy here would like them. [The man moans again as he rocks his hips up, but this time Vash is a bit more prepared for that and keeps from gagging.

It takes all of Vash's willpower to keep from rolling his eyes at the offer. Especially with the man's tone suggesting Vash won't like any toy he has. He really didn't want to talk to his brother while in the middle of this, but he decides that maybe he should.]

Ugh. Not that I want to be involved, but you do have a quota. I'll go if you're actually interested. [Although it takes no effort to tell Vash is disgusted with the idea.]

[A deep flash of rage crosses through Knives's heart but, again, he tries very hard and manages to swallow it down.]

No. [Is the only response he gives Vash through their connection.

He's squeezing his own arm so tightly now he's sure he's going to bruise.]

Mm. As interesting as that sounds, for now, we'll have to pass.

You should enjoy what he can do while you can.

[Oh thank God. The relief that washes over Vash surprises even him. He hadn't realized how tense he had gotten and afraid that Knives might have said yes. He really probably should stop agreeing to things he really didn't want to do.

The man simply shrugs. Apparently not at all upset by the decline to his offer.] Oh, I plan too. [He hums happily.] He's not too bad at this, but I think he can go deeper now can't you?

[Vash doesn't bother responding. He's also pretty sure he can't go lower without gagging. Instead he reaches between the man's legs to fondle the sack he finds there. That shuts the man up.

Or, at least it shuts up his complaints. There's another excruciating long couple minutes of moaning to endure. Finally the man comes without giving Vash any sort of warning. Then to add a bit more insult to Vash's injury he reaches forward and clamps a hand over Vash's mouth when he tries to turn his head to spit.] Oh no you little shit! [He holds Vash's head still as he grins over at Knives.] I don't remember your dom telling you if you're allowed to spit or swallow. You wait until he tells you what to do.

[The crowd starts screaming for Vash to swallow it down. For his part Vash was just tired. Tired and in a fair amount of pain now. It was getting harder to hide his emotions away.]

I can swallow it. [Those are the words he tells his brother, but his emotions speak otherwise. He would swallow to escape this situation, but he really didn't want to. He had the ability to do so, but he certainly didn't want to.]

[Knives can't contain all of his anger anymore, and some of it seeps out in a general aura of murderous intent, but he doesn't act one it. All it does is make him have an air of danger.]

No [He repeats in Vash's head again. A loud he says,]

Spit it out.

[There's a group 'aw' that comes from the crowd. People even start to mill about and disperse as they've had their fun. The man let's go of Vash with a shrug who quickly turns his head and spits. While Vash reaches up with a shaking arm, streaked in his own blood, to wipe at his face the other man zips up his pants and walks off the stage without another word. He had thought about inviting Knives back home to use his interesting knives on his submissive, but now he was having second thoughts. That man was clearly, dangerously deranged.

A few hopeful people stand around in the hopes the show will continue, but they don't have nearly the audience they once had. There's no more shouting. Even the hungriest for blood in the crowd have finally been silenced by the aura clearly radiating from the Plant. It's not enough to scare them off completely from the chance for their turn. Just in case Knives wants to continue.]

I think we can go home now. [Vash doesn't think this group would stop them now, but of course he can't say that out loud right now.]

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[Knives nods, but the motion is so subtle that only Vash can really catch it.]

I think that's enough. Let's go home.

[He moves closer to Vash, wanting to help him if he'll accept it.

At least some of that aura disappears when he gets closer to his brother, wanting to care for him instead of continuing to hurt him.]

Yes sir. [While there are still people watching Vash is in no position to refuse Knives's help.

At least aftercare is something this city believes in. The acknowledgment that the twins were leaving is enough to finally break up the crowd as last stragglers begin to leave.

His back is coated in blood. Some of it already drying and the helm of his jeans are now stained red. He winces as he gets up onto his feet. Stumbling a little as he feels a bit light headed from the blood loss.]

My coat... [He mutters. Turning to go pick it up but hesitating at the prospect of bending over for it.]

[Knives moves to retrieve the coat, bending to scoop it up in his arms.]

I have it. Let's go. [He comes closer to Vash again to offer his body for support if Vash needs or wants it.]

[Vash can't stop the sigh of relief that escapes him when Knives picks up his jacket for him. His back was on fire and every movement at the moment felt like agony.

At first Vash doesn't take the offered support. He's just not expecting any from his brother. Still struggling to move past the image of Knives from home. The one who beat him and left him aching in a hole. It's when he starts to descend down the stairs and the steps jolt a new feeling of pain through him that he grabs out for something. Finding his brothers strong arm he holds onto it as the move their way down.

Of course leaning on Knives this way smears a bit of his blood onto his twin.] Sorry. Hope that wasn't your favourite shirt. [He's trying for a joke but there's not much heart behind it.]

No. [Knives mutters.]

But it is my favorite brother. [His voice is low as he says it, as if he isn't sure if the wry joke will be appreciated.]

Heh... [There's a light bit of laughter. Some honest amusement, but mixed in is a lot of disbelief.] I think you mean I'm your only brother. [You don't usually put your favourites through a living hell is what Vash thinks.]

[Knives doesn't respond to that, because admitting how he feels about his brother and all that he's done to him feels dangerous right now.]

We need to get you somewhere you can be cleaned and heal comfortably. Does that mean the apartment or is there somewhere closer you want to go?

[This is Knives offering to take Vash to a friend if he would prefer to go there.

Though he won't blame Vash for not wanting his brother to know where his friends live.]

[The very last thing Vash wants is for Knives to know who his friends are let alone where they live. He carefully shakes his head.] No. The apartment is the closest place I can think of.

[Which means they have a little bit of a walk ahead of them. People glance and occasionally stop to stare at the mess that is Vash's body as they go. From the old scars to the freshly bleeding injuries. They look, but not a single person stops to offer help.] Maybe I should put my coat back on. [Vash suggests after he catches a couple people staring, whispering, and pointing at him. Putting it on over those injuries is probably a stupid idea, but at least it would stop people from looking at him in that disgusted way.]

[Knives holds it up for Vash to put it on if he wants. He'll also help him put it over his arms in a ginger sort of way if Vash lets him.

He also sends death glares at anyone who stares.]

[Vash appreciates the help to put his coat on. Every movement that requires him to move his arms or back muscles at this moment a flare of agony.] It's fine. [Vash says with a soft, tired sigh when he catches his brother's glare.] They're not doing anything wrong.

[He winces at the heavy weight of his coat rests on his back. He makes a half hearted attempt to put his arm through the sleeve, but gives up on the idea pretty quickly. It just hurt too much.] You know... when I tried to give you that boost before it wasn't so you could make more knives.

[Knives takes a deep breath as if he is steadying himself.]

I lost control.

I... [He doesn't want to make this about him. He doesn't want to be like that anymore. He wants to care for Vash. He had let himself fade to give his brother freedom from him, and now that they have been forced in the same city again, he wants to be a better brother to him.

But this whole event has proven how little that want means in the heat of the moment.]

I'm sorry.

[The apology feels weird on his mouth, but he manages to get it out all the same.]

[It should be pretty clear that Vash wasn't expecting an apology. He can't remember the last time he's heard one from his brother.] Oh, um. [What he was about to say: losing control shouldn't involve weapons dies instantly on his lips.] It's okay. [Only Vash would say: it's okay like getting stabbed multiple times isn't a big deal.] I guess try not to next time.

[Vash will fall silent for the rest of the walk. Focusing on walking without aggravating any of the cuts on his back and arms. Occasionally hissing if something pulls or shifts painfully.

When they're home he immediately will go to the bathroom to find some sort of disinfectant. Face having already broken out in a small layer of sweat. He doesn't expect Knives to help him. He's been taking care of his own injuries for over twenty years now since the bounty made it a necessary skill to learn. Sometimes it was just too dangerous to go to a doctor. So it doesn't even cross Vash's mind to ask for help as he carefully starts to peel his jacket off of his back.]

Let me help.

[Knives says from the doorway as he watches Vash. He isn't sure if Vash will let him near when he's vulnerable, but the least he can do is offer.]

[Vash doesn't answer right away, but he pauses what he's doing. Mind going through what kind of underhanded things his brother could be thinking by offering to help. He doesn't come up with very many scenarios, but there's still a couple.]

You really want to help? [He finally asks in a tired, slightly skeptical sounding voice. It had been a long time for Vash that his brother had offered help instead of more pain, but he so badly wants that offer for help to be true. He holds out a bottle of antiseptic towards Knives as he asks.] Could you... put this on my back? [It was going to be a lot easier if someone else did it for him.]

[The offer is sincere and Knives comes closer to take the antiseptic to clean and tend to the wounds.

He manages to be very careful with Vash. He knows how to tend to wounds, he just doesn't usually. Somehow, he's able to be careful with Vash now.]

[Careful isn't going to do anything against the normal sting that cleaning a wound brings. Vash knows that sting isn't because of what his brother is doing; if anything with how careful Knives is being right now it probably hurts a lot less than it could.

That's not going to stop him from being a whinny baby about it.] Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! That stings! [Even if Knives, who probably hasn't had to deal with a kid's scrapped knee before (except for maybe Vash when they were kids), will likely be able to tell that Vash is making a bigger deal about this then he needs to be making.]

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