Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Courage and Choices ❯ Courage and Choices ( One-Shot )

By: Roxotaku
A/N: I had never read anyone’s hentai fanfic for Trigun when I wrote this, but I noticed a lot out there marked YAOI, so I just had to write one that was heterosexual. I love Vash and he most definitely likes women!


Courage and Choices


When Vash returned with Knives slung over his shoulder, Meryl was stunned. Knives was badly shot up and unconscious, but alive. Meryl didn’t know if she should let herself feel her relief at seeing Vash alive, or her terror at seeing that Knives was still alive.

“What are you planning to do with him?” she said fearfully.

Vash looked up at her from where he sat at Knives bedside.

“Well, I hadn’t given it much thought beyond this point really,” he said ruefully.

“Vash! How could you?” she shrilled, “Isn’t he the one responsible for all those empty towns?”

She put her hands on her hips and leaned over to look directly in his blue-green eyes. Their eyes met for a few intense moments, and then Vash looked away.

“I’ll have an answer in the morning,” he said.

“You better hope he doesn’t wake up before then!”

“Don’t worry, he won’t”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he said and moved the blanket covering Knives to show her that he had restrained him securely to the bed. “And he’s too weak now to use his mind powers.”

Meryl was temporarily mollified.

That night she had to almost force him to take her bed instead of the couch. He was still in bad shape, he really needed the bed more than she did.

But she couldn’t sleep. She lay on the couch, clutching the blanket, and all the unshed tears of fear and relief broke through, she couldn’t hold them back any longer. She gulped back her sobs; afraid the noise might wake the others. At the same time she felt so bereft and alone. For the first time she wished for someone to comfort her. Unable to help herself, she got up off the couch and crept towards the bedrooms. She passed the closed door of Vash’s room where Knives lay and shuddered. Peeking in Millie’s room, she saw her sprawled on her back, making high- pitched, short snores. No, she wasn’t going in there. At her own room, she peeked in the crack of the open door. Vash lay curled on his side, the covers up to his ears. Seeing him looking so vulnerable brought a fresh flow of tears.

Her heart pounding, she knew there was only one thing that would make her feel better. Did she have the courage? She crept into the room and over to the bed. As she stood over him, watching him sleep, a tear slipped from her eye too quickly for her to catch and fell onto his face. She gasped and held her breath. The tear slid down his cheek and disappeared. He did not move. She moved quietly around the bed and climbed in next to him. There was just enough room for her small form. She turned on her side with her back against his and covered herself with an edge of the blanket. He stirred. She froze.

“Rem….” He murmured.

He turned over in his sleep. Meryl stayed still as a stone. She felt his breath on her neck.

“Rem…” he sighed again.

After a few moments, she felt sure he had gone back into a deeper sleep, and she relaxed.

In the morning Meryl woke up facing Vash in the bed. He was still asleep. She studied his face, the turned up nose, long line of his jaw. His fine, thick, golden eye- lashes and the stubble on his cheeks. It was such a sweet face.

“Oh, Vash,” she sighed softly, and gently rested her hand on his cheek.

“Rem,” he suddenly gasped, and his hand shot up and held her hand to his face. His eyes were still closed.

Before she could react, he reached for her and crushed his face against her breasts. She could feel the facial stubble and his warm breath on her skin through the thin fabric of her nightgown. He had taken the air out of her lungs with his unexpected grab. But he still seemed to be asleep! Rem, huh, she thought, and wondered if she should be flattered or miffed at being called by her name. He had called her by that name once before, when she had convinced the townspeople to spare his life. She placed her hand in his hair and rested her chin on the top of his head while she mulled this over.

Just as she was getting comfortable in this position, a jolt went through Vash and he woke up. What’s going on? He thought. He had dreamt that Rem held him in her arms, comforting him. Rem? He thought and slowly raised his head to find…the Insurance Girl, Meryl, looking down at him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he said, letting go of her and quickly turning away. What had he done?

“No, Vash, its okay,” Meryl said.

“You don’t believe what they say about me, do you?” He said.

“What, about you being a womanizer?”

“Yeah, that.”

Meryl thought about all the time she had spent with Vash, and gave a snort of laughter. His famous way with women seemed to be the way he chased them away.

“No, I guess not.”

She reached out and touched his back. He flinched.

“It’s okay, really.” She said.

His shoulders started to shake. She heard gasps and sniffles.

“I’ve never been successful with women,” he said sobbing, “I could never inflict myself on someone that way.”

Meryl sighed.

“Besides, what women would want me in my condition?”

At first she thought he was referring to the fact that he wasn’t human. No, that wasn’t it. He thought of himself as human, and so did all but a few people who knew he wasn’t. Then she thought of his horribly scarred body.

“I would,” she said.

Gently she turned him around to face her. His eyes were brimming with tears, which were flowing unhindered down his face.

“Come here,” she said and pulled him back into her arms.

This time he let her. She held him and felt his tears soak her nightgown.

“That’s enough of these tears,” she said and pulled his face up towards hers.

She wiped away his tears and impulsively kissed him on each cheek. Hesitantly she brought her lips to his. His mouth tasted salty from those same tears. He wasn’t very responsive. She knew she hadn’t kissed anyone in a while, was she doing it right? No, it was he, not her. She could feel the tension in him.

“Relax,” she whispered in his ear.

She took his face in her hands and kissed him tenderly all over his forehead, nose cheeks and chin. Finally she heard him sigh and felt the tension leave him. Taking her hands away, he kissed her on the lips. Slowly he warmed up to it, and Meryl felt a pleasurable feeling go through her as their tongues met and locked. Taking his arms, she wrapped them around her back so she could press her body up against his. She could feel the bandages that still wrapped his chest under his nightshirt. Tentatively she slipped her hands under the shirt. He started at first then let her hands travel up over the bandages to the naked skin. Where his body wasn’t scarred, the skin was smooth and fine. He was more hesitant about touching her, so she decided to be bold and remove her nightgown, lifting it off swiftly and then helping him take off his shirt. The cold metal of his prosthetic arm was unnerving, especially when you thought of the machine gun it concealed, but she tried not to let Vash see her sudden discomfiture. It was amazing things had gotten this far and she was still afraid that it would stop, afraid that he might construe her slightest hesitancy as a rejection. He looked down at her bare breasts a moment, and then looked away like a child caught peeking. That wouldn’t do. She moved his right hand from her back until it cupped her breast, and held it there. She kissed him again and then stopped to catch his eye.

“It’s alright Vash, touch me, please.”

Her nipple hardened under the gentle caress of his thumb, and she indicated that her other breast longed for the same ministrations. Hungrily she went for more kisses, and slipped one leg in between his, the other over. His legs were so long that her legs only clasped his thighs. She pulled their lower bodies closer together until their hips were only a few inches apart. With some trepidation at what she would find, she ran a hand down from his chest to the front of his pajama bottoms. The moment of truth was upon her. Was she women enough for him or was he just being kind? Her hand hit the bulge of his erection, which was being bent by the constriction of the pajamas. Success! He jumped at the touch. Still so nervous! She grabbed the waistband and carefully freed him, then eased the pajamas, a tug at a time, down as far as she could. Taking the erect member in her hand, she guided it between her thighs and brought it up until it pressed up against her panties. Slowly she moved back and forth on it, pushing it up so that the shaft was pressed between her nether lips, against her opening and her clitoris, through the thin fabric. God, did it feel good. Without a pause she looked up to see his reaction. His eyes were closed, his mouth parted and she heard him make small gasps of pleasure with each stroke. Better and better. Her body was in a frenzy of arousal that demanded to be satisfied. It was time to make her penultimate move. She stopped what she was doing and quickly slipped off the now damp panties with one hand while tugging at his half-on pajama bottoms with the other. He got the message and took them the rest of the way off. Then he rolled on top of her and stopped, propped up on his hands and knees. He looked down at her face searchingly, seriously.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” she said thinking how could you even ask? But suddenly it hit her why he had asked. He knew this would create a bond between them, an emotional one. She also knew he didn’t want to hurt her. He was sensitive. He cared. Being the lover of the humanoid typhoon could lead to a lot of heartache. But there was no turning back for her now. She had made her choice the moment she entered this bed with him in it.

She smiled up into his concerned eyes and reached up to stroke his face.

“I understand what your asking,’ she said, “and don’t worry, I’ll be okay.”

She reached out and grasped his throbbing member. It was long and thick, with a ropey vein running through it, but not scarred like the rest of his body. He let his legs slide down so she could guide him into her. It had been a long time since her last lover, and although she was well lubricated by her own arousal, her vaginal muscles did not want to part very easily at first. And he was big, especially now when she had him going into her.

“Please Vash, help me,” she said.

Carefully he thrust into her, breaking passed the tight outer ring of muscle and sliding in deeply. Oh, what a wonderful feeling! It had really been too long….

“Yes, that’s it!” she gasped.

She moved her hips with his thrusts, but he never penetrated deeply enough to hurt her. He built up speed as he got closer to climaxing, putting her over the edge a minute before he came, with a soft cry somewhere between a sob and the sound of ultimate release. Afterward he rolled over onto his side, and they lay curled up, facing each other, panting gently into each other’s faces.

Did she have any regrets about what they had just done? She asked herself. No, came the resounding answer, quelling the beginning of any doubts in her mind before they could take hold. But what about him? How did he feel?

“I don’t want you to have any regrets about this, Vash,” she said trying not to sound too stern, “no guilt, and no shame. It’s what I wanted. Try as you might, I care about you and I take full responsibility for that.”

To her relief he smiled, and the smile reached into the deep pools of his eyes. It seemed everything would be okay, for now. But nothing could ever be peaceful for long, for those whose lives were entwined with that of Vash the Stampede.

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