Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Compromise ❯ Control ( Chapter 3 )

Compromise: Chapter 3

Author blabber: Hey everyone ^_^ Thanks to all of those who've left feedback. I'm surprised at how overwhelmingly positive it's been (and by saying this, I'm sure I'm jinxing myself to receive massive amounts of flames any day now :P). A few comments before I dive right in: I'm trying my best to keep Knives as in character as possible, but that's quite a difficult task when he's being portrayed in a semi-romantic story. Hopefully, he won't turn out to be a pussy who spouts endless amounts of sappy lines (that's Vash's job ^_^), but please bear with me if something lovey-dovey occasionally slips through. As for other business...remember how in the first chapter I said this would be a reversible pairing fic? (perhaps not, since that was so long ago ^_^;;). Well, in this chapter, you'll finally get to see that in action. That's right, actual sex ^_^ It's not incredibly graphic (though it's the most graphic stuff I've written yet...which really isn't saying much when you consider I've only done mild lime in my other fics) but it's there. Marvel at the wonders of semi-graphic twincest! *Ahem* Anyway, I guess that's it for now. Engore!

Disclaimer: The scene opens with Spazz laughing maniacally while holding a gun to a trembling Nightow-sensei's head as he begins to sign a paper that reads, "I hereby sign over the rights to all Trigun males and their sexualities to the yaoi fan-girls." A group of said fan-girls begins to cheer as his pen touches the paper. Before he can finish signing, however, a certain tall, spiky-haired, pacifist, gunman Plant (gee, any idea who it could be? :P) bursts into the room, knocking Spazz to the floor.

Vash: Love and Peace! Love and Peace! It's not nice to make manga artists sign over the rights to their characters, especially when the manga's not even finished yet!

Fan-girls: Bashu, Bashu! *Swoon, not really listening to Vash*

Knives: *Enters, causing more swooning, causing him to roll his eyes* Vash, you can't talk sense to these idiots. You have to show them who's superior! *Decapitates Spazz with his Angel Arm. Most of the fan-girls run away screaming, others begin swooning even more o_O*

Vash: *Gasp* Knives! How could you?! Didn't I tell you that killing costs you your bedroom privileges? *Quickly covers his mouth, blushing*

Spazz's disembodied head: *Holds up fingers in "V" sign* (Why does a disembodied head have fingers?) Don't worry, I'm not dead. I'm the author and therefore can't die in this fic...Bwa ha ha ha ha!

Nightow: *Approaches Vash* Thank you so much for dealing with the fan-girls. I don't know what I'd do without you! *Hugs Vash*

Spazz's disembodied head: o_O Oh, my...I'd never even thought of the possibility of VashxNightow before...but now...hee hee hee *begins drawing pictures of Vash and Nightow in compromising positions* (Compromising? Ha hee ho, oh, I kill myself...and how is a disembodied head drawing?!)

Nightow *Pedro-esque* Nooooooo~~~~~!!!

Knives: *Rolls his eyes*

Spazz's disembodied head: *Ahem* Well, since my attempt at getting the rights to Trigun failed, these characters are still not mine...

Chapter completed: 2002.08.01

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Compromise

Chapter 3: Control

Author: Sailorspazz (sailorspazz@yahoo.com)

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"Vash..." Knives let his twin's name escape his lips as he threw back his head with a soft moan. Vash, detecting a bit of impatience in his brother's voice, brought his lips down to Knives' in an attempt to calm him as he continued his slow thrusts into his brother's body.

It had been nearly a week since Knives' awakening, and the older Plant was still having trouble getting used to the idea of not always being in control. This was especially apparent when the two were in bed together (or whatever other location they ended up having sex in at any given moment). Since Knives was still rather weak due to his injuries, it had usually been Vash who assumed the dominant position when they made love. As far as Knives was concerned, there were both good and bad sides to this arrangement.

On the one hand, Knives found it to be more emotionally satisfying when Vash was on top. He felt it showed Vash's feelings for him more strongly when his brother was the one actually initiating the sex, rather than if he were just sitting back and taking whatever Knives could give him like he had done in the past. He also found that it was easier to achieve emotional orgasm with Vash being dominant. Though they technically didn't even need to be having sex for this phenomenon to occur, it certainly made it a whole lot easier, and they found it happening more often recently than it ever had when they were younger. Knives was sure it had to do with the difference in their styles of love making, Vash being much more focused on emotions than Knives was.

Knives' thoughts were interrupted as he felt the familiar sensation of making the mental connection with Vash that signaled the beginning of an emotional orgasm. After going through several moments of euphoric feelings that he was sure no human could ever experience, Knives continued his musings.

Even though Knives enjoyed the emotional side of their love making, he still had some problems with the physical part. The sensitivity and gentleness expressed by Vash that made their sex so emotionally fulfilling were just plain frustrating when Knives was looking for physical satisfaction. It wasn't that he didn't view the emotional part as being important; rather, he just wanted the sex to be geared more towards physical pleasure after the emotional part had run its course. Knives also wished that for once Vash would give him what he desired from him most: rough sex. Not just mildly rough, but bedsprings squeaking, floorboards creaking, windows rattling rough sex. Vash never seemed to have any problems being on the receiving end of this arrangement, but when Knives asked him to be the one to initiate it he refused, saying that he didn't want to hurt Knives. Knives thought this was ridiculous, and had since begun trying to scheme up ways to manipulate Vash during sex so he could get him to do what he wanted. He had already found that some methods didn't work; yelling "fuck harder!" at Vash a couple days before had only made him indignant. However, Knives was too stubborn to even consider giving up yet.

As Vash continued at the same pace he'd been going at since they began, Knives trailed kisses up Vash's shoulder and neck, finally stopping at his ear, where he traced the outline with his tongue. "More..." he whispered, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. Vash nodded slightly as he began to thrust a bit more deeply than he had before. Knives considered it a slight improvement, but he still found the pace to be agonizingly slow. He decided to change tactics; if Vash didn't respond very strongly to words, perhaps actions would be a better persuasive tool.

Knives brought his hands up to Vash's face, gazing at him with his "sexual eyes," as Vash had once described his seductive looks. He lowered Vash's face down to his own and kissed him passionately, their tongues intertwining in a playful manner. As this was happening, Knives wrapped his legs securely around Vash's waist, moving his body in time with his brother's thrusts. Eventually, Knives began to gradually increase the speed of his grinding, forcing Vash to move faster in order to keep up with him. After awhile, they had finally reached the pace Knives desired. He almost laughed as he felt like he was going through a checklist of things he wanted during sex in his mind. 'Deepness: check. Speed: check. Now there's only one more thing...' Knives had gotten Vash to the stage they were currently in before, but he had yet to figure out how to get Vash to perform the final item on his list: pounding into his body as hard as he could. Screaming out for him to do it hadn't worked, and Knives wasn't sure what other method he could use.

Knives felt himself grin as he suddenly got an idea. The more pleasure Knives made Vash feel, the more likely Vash would become distracted and lose control of himself without realizing it...and what better way to excite Vash than to use the fact that pain felt good to them during sex to his advantage? Knives began sensually running his fingers up and down Vash's back. Once Vash became comfortable with that, he slowly added his nails to his strokes. His nails weren't exactly very long or sharp, but he could still inflict some damage if he wanted to. They seemed to be working on Vash, in any case, as Knives noticed he almost immediately began thrusting a bit more forcefully. Knives was enjoying it immensely, but it wasn't quite enough yet. Plus, Vash quickly began to slow down again. He tried scratching Vash's back even harder, but it had little effect this time. Knives became frustrated at the fact that most of his manipulative efforts only garnered him a few brief moments of the pleasure he was so desperately seeking. He realized he was going to need to be more drastic in his methods.

While continuing to dig his nails into Vash's back, Knives suddenly clamped his teeth down on Vash's shoulder and bit him. Hard. Vash let out a loud gasp and at first seemed like he wanted to escape from Knives grip. However, the pleasure set in quickly and Vash was soon moaning for more. As Knives continued to nibble and lick at the wound he'd inflicted, Vash began getting pretty rough with him in his passion-filled haze. The final straw seemed to come when Knives stuck his tongue directly into the wound. Another load moan came from Vash, and he began pounding into Knives so hard he could barely stand it. Still, it felt absolutely incredible. He absently registered the bedsprings squeaking and floorboards creaking as he finally achieved physical release. 'Well, I can always try for rattling windows next time...' Knives thought, amused. Moments later, his thoughts became murky as the two of them went over the edge emotionally again. Vash let out a strangled gasp and collapsed on top of Knives.

"Vash, what's wrong?" Knives asked through his panting. When Vash simply moaned in reply, Knives realized what had happened: Vash had gone through both types of orgasms at the same time. More often than not, this occurrence was strong enough to knock the one who experienced it unconscious. However, Vash seemed to be staying awake this time, and Knives tried to help him remain that way by gently rubbing his back and kissing him on the neck. After several minutes, Vash lifted his head and smiled at Knives, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Come on, Knives, let's go take a shower." Vash got out of bed and helped his brother to his feet. Knives' injuries were almost completely healed, but he was still walking with a limp, though Vash suspected that was due more to their bedroom activities than his brother's gunshot wounds. Vash noticed this particular time that Knives could barely walk at all. He put an arm around his shoulders to assist him. "You know, Knives, you really shouldn't have provoked me so much. I told you before that I didn't want to hurt you."

"I don't mind this. It's a good kind of pain," Knives said, cringing a bit as he walked. When they reached the bathroom, Knives looked in the mirror and noticed a bright red impression of Vash's grate on his own chest. Meanwhile, Vash was examining the various cuts and scratches Knives had given him during sex.

"Geez, Knives, you really outdid yourself this time. Look at all these marks! Now it's gonna be hard to even sleep on my back."

"Well, it felt good when I was doing it, right?" Knives asked, lazily draping his arm around Vash and kissing him on the shoulder.

Vash let out a sigh. "You really should consider the consequences of your actions before you do things, Knives."

Knives narrowed his eyes. He knew Vash was talking about more than just his bedroom antics. "Listen, Vash, I apologized to you already, remember? Don't think you're getting another one out of me."

Vash lowered his head. "I know, Knives, but remember, I told you I'll still never forget what you did," he said quietly. Suddenly, he noticed a faint stream of blood trailing down Knives' thighs. "Uhh, Knives? Are you aware that your ass is bleeding?"

"Yes," Knives said very matter-of-factly.

Vash shook his head. "You really should have stopped me before I lost control."

"Ah, but when you lose control is where all the fun lies," Knives said playfully, closing the gap between them. "In any case, if you knew what I was doing, why didn't you try to stop me?"

"Because..." Vash was finding it hard to speak with Knives pressing him against the counter, both of them clearly getting excited again. "Because..."

"Because it felt so good, right?" Knives said, emphasizing his point by poking Vash in the abdomen with his newly formed erection.

"Yeah, it felt good," Vash said softly, the desire in his voice apparent. "But I still don't think sex should be about control and manipulation."

"You only think that because you were the one that had the control and didn't need to resort to manipulation." Knives cupped Vash's chin in his hand. "You can't always be in control, Vash. Sometimes you have to either give it up, or have it taken from you by force." With that, Knives leaned in and kissed Vash deeply. The kiss went on for awhile as the two allowed their hands to roam each other's bodies, groping at everything they found. After they broke off the kiss panting, Knives looked at Vash, licking his lips. "So, do you want to get fucked right here on the counter, or would you rather move someplace else?"

Vash simply looked at Knives seductively, turned on the shower and stepped inside. He let one of his hands slip out through the curtains, beckoning Knives to enter. Knives complied, allowing Vash draw him into the shower and smother him with another burning kiss. Vash suddenly hissed in pain as the scratches on his back came in contact with the streams of water. "Ouch."

"What's wrong?"

"Well, it stings, you know?"

"Ah, so it stings, huh?" Knives moved around Vash and pressed his body up against his brother's back. "In that case, I'll just have to stay behind you and protect you from the pain." Knives wrapped his arms around Vash from behind and planted kisses on his shoulders, neck and back, finally landing on Vash's lips when his twin turned his head to a position that gave Knives easy access. One of his hands slowly traveled downwards, slightly tickling Vash's stomach and abdomen before finally reaching his erection, which he began to stroke lightly. As he did this, he broke off the kiss with Vash and began licking at the blood that was still dripping from the bite wound he'd given him.

"Knives..." Vash moaned with a sense of urgency. "Please..."

Knives nodded and moved with Vash as the latter slowly lowered himself down to his hands and knees on the shower floor. Knives continued fondling Vash as he carefully entered him from behind, deciding it was best to be gentle after the rough sex they'd just had.

The two of them finished their love making rather quickly under the warm spray of the showerhead. As Knives pulled out of him, Vash turned his head and smiled at him. "I love you," he whispered softly.

Knives helped Vash to his feet. "I love you, too." Despite the tenderness of the moment, Knives couldn't help but feel a little angry as he had noticed something in Vash's eyes that he absolutely hated to see: guilt. Despite the fact that Vash had pretty much stopped complaining about their relationship being immoral and such, he still often sported a guilty look on his face after he and Knives had sex. 'Those damn humans. I can't believe they've corrupted him this much.'

As Knives exited the shower and began to towel himself off, he remembered something else that drove his mood down even further: he was going to meet the humans they were living with that night. Not by his own choice, of course. Every time Vash asked him about it, he would vehemently refuse. However, Vash finally decided that he wasn't going to take no for an answer. The following day was when Meryl and Milly didn't have to work, he had argued, and he thought it would be a good idea for them to all spend the day together. However, he didn't want Knives to have to deal with too much all at once, so he wanted them to all have dinner together the night before in order to get acquainted. Knives didn't want to think about the fact that in just a couple hours he'd be sitting among humans eating their dirty food while they tried to make idle chatter with him. The very thought of it disgusted him.

When they reached their bedroom again, Vash seemed to know that the drastic change in Knives' mood was most likely due to the fact that he thinking about the meeting with Meryl and Milly. "Knives, I know you really don't want to go through with this, but please, please try to be cooperative. I know you may not realize this now, but someday you'll know that I'm doing this for your own good."

The only reply Vash received was a derisive snort.

Vash sighed. "Anyway, I'd just like to make a few things clear before the girls get home. First of all, no threats. I don't care how much you hate the human race, just don't bring it up tonight. Also, I don't want any violence or explosions or anything like that. And please try to be nice to these girls. I know they both have some...quirks, but it's not a good idea to point out the faults of others. Trust me, I've learned the hard way." Vash rubbed his cheek at the memory of the many times he'd made comments that had earned him slaps from Meryl. "I also wouldn't complain about the food, if I were you. You got all that?"

"Fuck you."

Vash felt himself about to lose his cool. He took a deep breath. 'Calm down, Vash, he's just angry at the situation and is taking it out on you. You're just as stubborn as he is, so don't back down.' Feeling more confident after his mental pep-talk, Vash continued. "Anyway, there's also the matter of what you're going to wear tonight." Ever since he'd woken up, Knives hadn't actually gotten dressed once. He didn't really have any reason to, as he'd spent most of his time in bed, and the only times he'd ventured out of their room were when Meryl and Milly weren't home.

"What's wrong with my bodysuit?"

"Well, considering that the sleeves disintegrated when you used your Angel Arms, it's covered in bullet holes and bloodstains, and I had to cut you out of it in order to treat your injuries properly, I'd say it's not exactly in wearable shape."

Knives shrugged. "Fine. I don't care. Just give me whatever you have."

Vash ignored Knives' sulkiness and moved around the room, gathering up a pair of black slacks and a light blue button-up shirt for Knives to wear. "Here, try this. I think the color of the shirt really matches your eyes."

Knives snatched up the clothes, glaring at Vash for his cheerfulness. As Knives was pulling on the pants Vash had given him, he discovered something that caused him to chuckle. Vash looked over curiously. "What is it, Knives?"

Knives turned around with a smirk, holding his thumb in the waistband of his slacks. He was able to pull them a good two iches away from his body. "I think you've had a few too many of those human donuts, Vash."

Vash blushed. "Well...well, maybe the problem is that you're just too skinny. I mean, look at you, you've got to only have, like, 3% body fat."

"Actually, it's 4.6%."

Vash rolled his eyes. "Anyway, there's a belt in the top left dresser drawer." As Knives went to retrieve the belt, Vash got an idea. "Hey, maybe we could all go shopping and buy you some of your own clothes tomorrow when we spend the day with the girls." Vash immediately wished he hadn't said that, as it caused Knives to glower at him again. He still had to get used to Knives' bi-polar mood swings. He realized that he was the same way, but that didn't make it any easier to deal with.

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"Mr. Vash, we're home!" Milly's cheerful voice rang through the small house as she and Meryl arrived home from work. Meryl followed a bit more timidly. She knew that they were finally meeting Vash's brother, and from what Vash had told her about him, it wasn't exactly something she was looking forward to.

Someone who shared Meryl's sentiments was currently being dragged down the hall by his brother. "Hey there, girls!" Vash called. He pulled Knives to where he was standing by his side. "I'd like you both to meet my brother, Knives."

"Uhh, nice to meet you," Meryl stammered. "For Berna...um, I mean, I'm Meryl Stryfe."

"And I'm Milly Thompson," the tall girl said cheerfully, extending her hand to him. Knives looked at it as if she were offering him the plague.

Vash got a bit of a sweatdrop as Knives began staring down the two insurance girls. "Err, well, now that we've got introductions out of the way, let's get on with dinner, shall we? What did you girls bring home today?"

"Oh, Meryl brought all sorts of things from the restaurant," Milly said, opening one of the bags. "What's your favorite food, Mr. Knives?"

Knives responded by grabbing a plate, opening the nearest bag, and throwing whatever was in it onto his plate. It didn't really matter to him what it was, as he considered anything made by humans to be revolting. Even Milly looked a bit uneasy as the rest of them took their places around the table.

There was an awkward silence for awhile before Milly ventured a question to Knives again. "You and Mr. Vash really look alike. Are you twins?" Knives once again replied with silence.

~Is it really so hard for you to say even one word to my friends?~ Knives heard Vash's voice in his head.

~I believe your precious humans have a saying that goes, 'if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all'. If you really want me to, I suppose I could go ahead and tell them how much I despise the existence of their race.~

Vash gave up pestering Knives to speak at that point. He realized that he really shouldn't have expected all that much from Knives' first meeting with his friends. Vash felt strongly that Knives would come around eventually, and he needed to support his brother as much as he could until that day came.

The rest of the evening continued in much of the same manner. Milly and occasionally Meryl would ask Knives something, and he would "answer" with either a blank stare, an eye roll, or a glance at Vash, indicating that he should answer the question. He got up abruptly after he finished eating and went back to the room he shared with Vash. Vash stayed to help the girls clean up, apologizing for Knives' aloofness and promising that his brother would eventually get used to the situation. He said goodnight and returned to his bedroom, where Knives was sitting on the bed with his arms crossed.

"Well, that was an excruciating waste of my time."

"Knives, I know this is hard for you. All I'm asking is that you at least try to get along with the people in this house. Can you do that much for me?"

"I make no promises."

Vash sighed and sat down on the bed. "OK, it's your decision. But just remember that the more you cooperate with me, the more I'll cooperate with your wishes."

Knives looked pensive for a minute, then shook his head. "The one thing I want most is something you can't give me because of your attachment to humans." When Knives saw Vash about to protest, he continued. "And I'm not talking about killing them all off and creating Our Eden."

Vash felt both relieved and puzzled. He'd always thought that was what Knives wanted most. Could it be possible that he'd finally given it up? And if that were true, what was Knives' new wish? "I...don't think I understand."

"I didn't think you would," Knives said quietly. "It doesn't matter. You'll understand soon enough. Now let's just go to bed."

Vash removed his clothes and crawled into bed with Knives. He was uncomfortable with the fact that Knives was not only keeping something from him, but that he said he would understand "soon enough." It sounded like Knives had something planned, and Knives' plans were not usually a good thing in Vash's mind. He was beginning to wonder if Knives had actually changed at all. Maybe his semi-cooperative efforts were just a cover-up for his next big scheme. Knives had proven earlier that he was willing to manipulate him to get what he wanted, and Vash could only hope that the obvious power struggle between them wouldn't go spinning out of his control in the way their intimate relationship was beginning to.

To be continued...

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HOO hah! Another chapter finally done! Once again, sorry this took so long, but as usual, I have a convenient list of excuses ^_^ It's everyone's fault but mine! Let's see, I went on vacation right after finishing the last part, then I had school for three weeks (an anime class, and ironically, the class that I enjoyed the most is the one that broke the 4.0 I had going my entire freshman year at college :P And it was broken by a B+, too. Why couldn't the teacher just have given me an A-? They're practically the same thing! OK, done ranting ^_^;;). After that...uhhh...

Knives: You know, why don't you just put all the blame on the correct source, which would be yourself? We all know that you're just a hopeless procrastinator. The only reason this chapter is coming out now is because you're leaving on vacation later today. Oh, and maybe you would have gotten an A in your anime class if you'd spent more time on your final paper, rather than doing it frantically in the three hours before the deadline.

Spazz: Quiet, sexy Plant man! What are you still doing here, anyway?

Knives: I stuck around and used your account to sell those pictures of Vash and Nightow as a doujinshi on eBay. Oh, and I bid on a few things, too. Your feedback is now -45.

Spazz: Gee, "thanks."

Knives: You're "welcome."

Spazz: *Ahem* Well, anyway, a couple things about this chapter...if you've heard the Second Donut CD, I'm sure you noticed my "oh-so-subtle" parody of the "Pierce" skit. Oh, I'm ever so clever...another interesting thing I realized about my writing while in anime class is that it's very shoujo style. As my teacher said about shoujo, not much happens, but you sure as hell know how everyone feels about whatever's not happening ^_^

Knives: Does this fic even have a plot?

Spazz: Uhh...

Knives: I didn't think so, and therefore, I am appointing myself to do the next chapter preview. I'm sure it won't be that hard to guess what happens.

Spazz: Hey!

Knives: In the next chapter of Compromise: Vash and I will fuck for awhile, get into an argument about something, and Meryl and Milly will be the stupid bitches that they are. Is that an accurate assessment?

Spazz: Err, well, yeah, pretty much -_-;; Anyway, for all you readers, don't forget to review! Ciao!

Knives: And don't forget, Knives is your god! YoU aRe NoT wOrThY!