Weekend in Sweden (aka Naked Snow Sauna Trip XD)

Roderich stroked Vash's hair back, nodding and giving a slight moan as he moved. 'Yes, please, go on,' he choked out, urging Vash to move by tightening the grip of his legs, his heels pressing against the other's back. He turned his head to the side, eyes closed in pleasure; the anticipation was starting to get to him, and he thought the both of them might finish too soon if they didn't do it now.

'Please, Vash,' he asked again, his lover's name coming out with a sigh. He could happily have stayed that way, on the brink of pleasure and entwined with Vash. It was pretty much exactly what he wished for, long ago when Vash was out of his reach.

Vash pulled out, only to slam back in. Not so hard as to smash them into the headboard but enough so that he was engulfed yet again. He started driving in and out at a steady pace, not extactly at a steady tempo like music, but that was not his fault; he was losing control that he never had to begin with.

Vash traced up and down Roderich's member as he thrusted. He wanted to make it better, he wanted this to be the best thing that ever happened. He wanted to make love better than love it self. "You'll never have to tell me twice ever again." he managed to say inbeween gasps.

Roderich stayed quiet- or rather, he made a quite a bit of noise, but none of it came out as recognisable words. His fingers danced over Vash's shoulders, his grip relaxing then tightening with every thrust. Their rhythm was off, but Roderich hardly cared; it felt amazing anyway, and he shifted beneath Vash to accommodate him better. The movement brought Vash into contact with just the right spot inside him, and he let out an almost surprised cry, fingers digging briefly into Vash's back.

'Vash- Vash,' he gasped, voice strained as the sensations began to build. Already warm and damp from the bath, they were both sweating slightly; Roderich reached up to kiss the heated skin of Vash's neck.

Vash quickened his pace, loving the new angle as much as his gaping lover beneath him. He quickened everything he was doing. He was losing his ability to think. No one existed but them. Nothing existed but them. He was riding in a sea of extacy and he wasn't reverting anything. He loved hearing his name come out of his lovers mouth.

"You..." he didn't have a chance to finish, a familiar tingling was courcing through him. He was determined to make the other finishe before himself, he owed Roderich at least that.

Roderich shut his eyes, concentrating on all the sensations growing and threatening to overwhelm him, his fingers leaving impressions on Vash's back. His ankles were almost crossed now, his legs were so tightly wrapped around his lover; as he approached climax, he needed to cling to something solid and real, anchoring himself as the rest of the world became a blur.

He let out a breathless moan against Vash's shoulder, just about resisting the urge to bite as he tensed up; a heartbeat later, the dam burst, leaving him unable to do anything but choke out his lover's name.

Vash felt everything tighten around him. He was so close before, he was having trouble keeping it back; but now, now he couldn't breathe or let alone hold back his own seed. "Rod-Roderich" he moaned, cringing. He tried to speak, in one of his favorite languages-Swiss French- but nothing he said came out comprehedably.

He pulled out and collapsed next to his lover, panting heavily. "I love you, so much." he whispered, slowing his breath. He pulled at the tangled sheets beneath them. "What'd you say to a nap? This kind of thing always seems to exhaust me." he inquired, blinking his eyes softly, looking at the ceiling drowsally.

Roderich lay still, panting quietly; when he'd recovered slightly, enough for the feeling in his body to come back and make him feel sated but sluggish, he moved, allowing Vash to pull the sheets out from beneath them. He slipped beneath them, ignoring the slight mess and cuddling up to Vash. He kissed him, lips lingering for a while as he caressed Vash's cheek.

'I love you too,' he replied, forehead pressed to the other man's; without another word, Roderich pulled the sheets over them, sliding down underneath them to rest his head on Vash's shoulder. He closed his eyes, wrapping an arm around the other's waist and feeling his heartbeat, letting it lull him slowly to sleep.

Vash curled one arm around Roderich and slipped his other arm under the provided pillow. He wasn't tired per say but he didn't want to be awake. The longer he was awake the shorter his trip seemed. He listened to Roderich's breathing after he fell asleep next to him. It was like a lullaby in Vash's ears. 

He sat there, not thinking, and soon enough he fell into the null void of blackness.

Stirring slightly, Roderich blearily opened one eye. It took him a minute to remember where he was; the warm skin next to his and the stray strands of blond hair tickling his nose did a pretty good job of reminding him. He buried his face in Vash's neck, nuzzling him with his lips and nose, and holding him a little tighter, while he waited for the last remnants of sleep to wear off. He smiled to himself, thinking back over earlier events; he even allowed himself a laugh of simple happiness at being with someone he loved.

Eventually deciding it wasn't a good idea to sleep all day, he gently untangled himself from Vash, slipping out of bed and finding a bathrobe. After a quick clean-up in the bathroom, he went over to the window to take a better look at the view; frosty skies and the placid stretch of water in front of the hotel, complete with boats. The clouds were thick and white, and he idly wondered if it might snow.

Vash's eyes opened when the cool air hit his arm. He groaned and rolled over onto his stomach. He was still exhausted from his week, but it was highly doubtful that even if he slept the entire weekend-which he certainly was not going to do-he wouldn't catch up on his sleep for the week. "Come here." he called out.

Vash pulled the pillow he had over his head, his headache had still not gone away. It was a beast trying to take over every momment he wasnt doing something...strainious. "Scratch that, I'm going to get some aspirin." he corrected himself, sitting up from the bed, trying to locate where his bag was located at this particular moment in time.

Turning from the window, Roderich smiled at Vash's tousled head. He returned to the bed, finding Vash's bag where he'd left it that morning and handing it to him. 'There. I'll get you some water.'

He stepped into the bathroom, finding a convenient glass near the sink and filling it. Coming back into the bedroom, he sat on the edge of the bed and offered it to Vash. 'Are you going to be alright? If you want to sleep more that's fine, you know.' Roderich hadn't given much thought to what else they could do, anyway, and it looked far too cold out to go wandering around.

Vash counted out two extra strength pills. He wasn't fond of headaches, but then again, no one was. He took the glass of water from his lover. "No thank you, I would rather spend my time with you." he replied whole-heartedly, downing the pills and water quickly.

Standing up, he noticed that he was still completely nude. He cleared his throat, blushing slightly, "I'm going to go get dressed." he informed Roderich, grabbing his bag and heading to the bathroom. He pulled on his clothes quickly and returned, sitting next to Roderich.

Roderich averted his eyes politely- if a little pointlessly- and smiled as Vash left to get dressed. While he was gone, Roderich decided he'd better dress himself; he didn't bother with anything more than a shirt and pants, since they weren't likely to be going anywhere important. He did retrieve his glasses and put those back on, though.

When Vash returned, Roderich slipped his hand into the other man's, and gave him an unusually cheerful smile; they hadn't been there long and he was already in a good mood. 'What would you like to do? It's more or less early afternoon now.'

Vash gave a lopsided smile, looking at the man's hand intertwine with his. "Well, how about some food? That sounds  great to me right now." he whispered into his lover's ear softly, with his thumb tracing the other's wrist.

It was nice looking out the window, he wasn't one for roaming out in the nice weather, but something about the outside interested him. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but it was most defiantly something he couldn't ignore. "Then we can go for a walk, have a look around, how does that sound?"

'Alright, that's what we'll do, then,' Roderich replied, nuzzling Vash's cheek and giving him a quick kiss. He stood, and busied himself with fixing his hair and finding a tie. 'Hotel restaurant? I expect they have a few, a place this size. Or we can go somewhere else. We could even get room service, if you'd prefer that.'

He stood at the window, glancing down at the water. 'It looks freezing out, we'd better wrap up...anything in particular you'd like to go and see?'

Vash smiled when their lips parted ways. He didn't like public desplays of their emotions toward one another but in private he loved it, he craved it, he was eager to show it; even if he didn't act like it or show it much, he was in love with Roderich. He fiddled around for a moment, mentally kicking himself for not packing a tie. It wasn't comman for him to forget things, but it did happen on occasion.

"You choose." he stated quaintly. "Do you want to show off to a group of people in the same building as us, do you want to show off to random strangers, or do you want to stay here and spend more alone time with me?" he asked, explaining the choices in sarcastic detail.

Roderich turned around, leaning against the windowsill and idly playing with the tie in his hands. He smiled slightly. 'The more time I spend alone with you, the more I feel myself tempted to do...various very pleasurable but extremely indecent things to you. But on the other hand, I don't feel like going all the way downstairs, so the third option it is.' He chuckled quietly, tossing the tie to one side and sitting back on the bed, picking up the phone from the nightstand.

He made a call to the front desk, arranging for something to be brought up- something authentically Swedish, by the sound of the name, although he couldn't figure out what it was for the life of him- absent-mindedly tracing patterns on Vash's palm as he did so. He hadn't been this eager to touch someone since...well, since they'd been young. Clearly, Vash did something to him.

Vash raised his eye brows at Roderich's words. He covertly placed his hand that was free to roam over his mouth. He went there, some how Roderich could just bluntly say these things out loud. He, just hearing it, had turned as red as a tomato; how Roderich managed to say these things and keep his expressions so lose he would never know, but it was a quality he admired in the man.

Vash waited for him to answer the phone before speaking. "Oh really? Indecent? My, my, whatever could you mean?" he inquired, wondering what exactly they were going to get to do here in this nice toasty room. He stepped closer, resting his head on his lover's shoulder.

Roderich hung up, turning back to Vash and sliding his arms around the other man's waist. He pulled him almost into his lap, holding him close, and smiled at the quite noticeable blush spreading over Vash's face. 'You might find out...later. Let's try to behave for a little while at least, mm? Although...' He shifted a little, so that he could brush his lips against Vash's ear. 'This isn't technically indecent, is it?'

It would be a little while before room service arrived; there was time for a tiny bit of indecency. He kissed his lover's neck, gently and slowly moving down to his collar bone.

Vash adjusted so he was sitting in Roderich's lap. His back arched into the other when his lips typified his neck. A rush of hormones came flooding back through him as a marcato groan escaped his throat. Every time this happened he couldn't help but think about how good Roderich was at the art, or act as some might say, of love.

Vash wrapped his own arms around his lovers shoulders. "You get started now the harder it is to stop." he whispered out between gasps of breath. He didn't mind the actions, he just knew how awkward it would be to answer the door and be..indecent. Granted that when you worked at a hotel you were expected to deal with things like this, but he did t want their love life to be the gossip of the staff for the next few days.

'I'll stop before I get too improper, I promise,' Roderich said, his voice muffled by Vash's neck. He nibbled at it, as softly as he could; he wanted to leave a mark, but he suspected he'd be in trouble if he did. He pulled away before he was too tempted to do it, turning his attention to Vash's mouth instead. He sucked at his lower lip, grazing it with his teeth before kissing him slowly and deeply, tongue slipping past his lips.

With time to really taste Vash, Roderich caught the faint hint of coffee from that morning, and something else he couldn't put a name to, something clean and cool, like snowmelt in the spring; he clung a little tighter to his lover, reminded poignantly of their childhood.

Vash's mind wasn't eased at his words. Of course Roderich would stop, but what would stop him? Years of pent up emotions were just now getting tapped into, he didn't particularly put energy into controlling the output of emotions that resulted from this "tap".

Bash kissed back fiercely, moaning a bit when his lower lip was take hostage. Groaning into the other when his tongue slid in. He smiled and traced laps on his lover's neck.

Roderich's arms tightened around Vash again; he knew, logically, that he'd have to let go at some point, but he didn't want to. He kissed him a little more fervently, his hands exploring Vash's back through his shirt, and he was tempted to lay him down on the bed and have him again, until he came to his senses.

He pulled back just an inch or two, still close enough to feel Vash's warmth, and he looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, his glasses askew. Giving him one more, much more gentle kiss, Roderich smiled. 'You make me forget myself, Vash. At this rate the staff will get quite a shock.'

As if on cue, there came a knock at the door, and a polite call of 'room service!'

Vash stood slowly, maintaining the balancehe needed to keep to stand in the first place. Running his hands through his hair, "I told you so." he mumbled. He was straightening himself to become decent, well, decent enough to answer the door.

Answering the door, he looked at the staff member pointedly. The staff member informed him the bill would be added to the check out bill when they left. he said thank you and took the foriegn food inside, setting it on a table in the corner. "shall we?" he asked briskly?

Roderich smiled sheepishly at Vash as he set his glasses straight. 'Ah, yes, let's give it a try...'

He followed Vash to the table- the room really was big, it could have accomodated much more than two people- giving the food a careful inspection. 'Hmm...this appears to be gravlax,' he said, gesturing to a plate of salmon-topped crispbreads. He turned to a kind of yellow pea soup. 'That's...I think it's artsoppa? And those appear to be palt, or pork dumplings.' He'd had the presence of mind to look up a few Swedish dishes when Berwald had first given him the tickets, and thankfully the meal had turned out to be something he recognised.