Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Genesis ❯ One-Shot

Standard Disclaimer: Trigun and its characters are not mine, not making money from this, etc...

Author's note: This is a re-make of my earlier stories, Reflections and Reflections of a Priest. I felt they needed to be re-worked and re-posted with some changes.

Genesis

A shadowy figure stood silently, looking out of his window, down into the dark street below, at the emptiness that surrounded the town. The cool breeze blew gently, offering a small respite from the overwhelming heat of the day. Smoking his customary crumpled cigarette, he wondered what tomorrow would bring and wondered if he would live to see another night like this.

"Thou shalt not kill, remember? What the hell kinda churchman are you anyway?" Vash had asked him that question numerous times before, but the priest never answered. His inner thoughts revealed his confused nature at times. "I'm a poor one at best. My hands are too stained with blood to really consider myself a true man of God."

His thoughts turn to Chapel's orders: Kill Vash the Stampede. Dragging deeply on the cigarette between his lips, he thinks silently, "Like anyone can accomplish that feat. But, can I beat him? Can I outdraw Vash the Stampede? Can I coldly kill my friend?" His eyes narrow in thought as he looks toward the building containing his target, his friend.

Clad in black pants, he stood in the window a few moments more, allowing the breeze to cool his bare chest. Glancing down he saw the half moon outline of nails, a pleasant reminder of the event that had taken place earlier in the evening. He felt himself become aroused as he remembered how those tiny wounds were inflicted on his body.

He wonders briefly how his back looks. He feels those marks with each movement of his tall frame. But, he is not upset by their presence. "I enjoyed receiving these small wounds as much as I enjoyed leaving my mark on the one who placed them there."

A small movement from the bed draws his attention to the very one currently occupying his thoughts. He smiles in the darkness at the figure sleeping so peacefully there. "Milly… who would have thought that such an innocent façade would conceal such fire and passion. Who would have thought you'd surrender your innocence to a sinner, a killer like me. Such an innocent sweet girl…no that's not right. A woman…full of fire and passion…who gifted me with your innocence a few hours ago. Will you understand when I leave in the early morning light? Will you understand if I can't come back? Will you turn your back on me in disgust? Will you condemn me for trying to kill Vash? Maybe there IS another way…maybe no one has to die…. Damn. I've spent too much time in the company of Needle Noggin." The thoughts continue to run rampant through his mind.

The priest remembered the first time he realized there was more to Milly than met the eye. Milly and her friend, Meryl, were eavesdropping the night before the quick draw tournament in Mei City. They decided to have a party…just the four of them. She had matched he and Vash drink for drink late into the night. It took both men by surprise when Milly announced she was hot and proceeded to strip. Poor Meryl was shocked to the core and both men were delighted by the unexpected floorshow.

Milly managed to remove everything but her underwear. A bolt of desire surged through him as he took in the lush form in front of him. Her legs seemed to go on forever. Who would have thought those clothes concealed a body like that? He was disappointed when Meryl covered her quickly with an overcoat and hustled Milly from the room. He remembered thinking at the tine that it was probably just as well. She really was too good and innocent for the likes of him.

"Selfish bastard," his mind taunts. "You should have let her walk out of this room earlier. You should have never enticed her to stay. You should have walked away until this was over. But you couldn't just let her leave."

He was truly shocked by Milly's admission that he had just given her a first kiss. He only had in mind to taste her lips thoroughly before sending her back to her own rooms, but she had answered his hungry kisses with such fire that he had felt compelled to ask her to stay. "I probably wouldn't have taken "No" for an answer. I most likely would have seduced you into staying in the end if you hadn't agreed so quickly," he thought.

Now, there she was lying in his bed, sleeping peacefully, further complicating an already difficult situation. It's not her fault. It's my own for allowing myself to want you. I wasn't going to give you a chance to change your mind about staying with me. My only goal was to get you into my bed as quickly as possible before she changed her mind."

She was an angel of mercy, pure and innocent, gracing his bed. What did a sinner, a killer, like himself do to deserve the gift of your innocence that she had so freely offered? He had slowly removed her clothes, piece by piece, bending down to remove her heavy boots and to slide the pants from her legs. He had felt himself grow hard at the sight of Milly's luscious long legs. Satisfying a 2-year longing, he had knelt before her and ran his mouth and hands up their entire length. They were as smooth and as silky as he had imagined.

He kept repeating to himself to "Go slowly." Milly had not said so, but he was sure she was a virgin. As he rose to his feet and looked into her eyes, he knew he would never forget the look contained there. Still wide and blue, her eyes were smoky with passion as she gazed at him with total trust. He almost hated himself in that moment, but he was still a man.

He slowly lowered his lips to her mouth, tasting as much of her as he could. His arms wrapped around her body to pull her closer as his hands wound through in her long hair and pulled her head back to expose her throat to his hungry lips. He felt Milly's fingers clutching at his back and shoulders, her soft moans and whispers of "Wolfwood…" had slowly driven him insane.

The sight of her lying naked in the bed, gazing at him with those wide innocent eyes…"selfish bastard," his mind whispered again. Lying beside her, he started with her lips and allowed himself to indulge in tasting her sweet flesh. He licked and kissed a trail from her lips, down her throat, to a tantalizing pair of full breasts. All the while, allowing his hands to touch her and delve into those hidden places of a woman's body.

Pushing her breasts together, he licked and sucked the nipples until each was nothing more than a stiff aching peak. His eager mouth traveled further down her stomach until he reached his goal. The urge to taste her was overwhelming. She gasped briefly in protest, but he was not going to be stopped.

The musky scent of Milly's wetness, the moist glistening on her nether lips was almost enough to cause him to rip off all clothes and ravage her then. But, reason prevailed. He lowered his mouth to taste her. So sweet…all this moisture. He slowly inserted a finger into her passage.

It was tight and hot. He felt the barrier there confirming what he already knew. Milly was a virgin. What right did he have to take that precious gift from her? It should belong to a worthy man and not him, the sinner, the killer, in the guise of a priest.

"Nicholas…" The sound of her husky voice, whispering his name was enough to banish all other thought. He licked and sucked at her swollen clit while stroking her inner passage with one and then two fingers. He was determined to give her as much pleasure as possible. He wanted her first time to be an enjoyable experience.

Milly's hips rocked in time with his actions until she stiffened and cried out. He felt her hands clutching at his shoulders, alternately pushing him away and pulling him closer. He wanted to taste all she had to offer. He wasn't going to back away.

He rolled off of her and stood quickly to remove his clothes. She started to speak, but he had silenced her quickly with a kiss. He didn't want her to think about what they were doing, to change her mind. As he knelt on the bed next to her, some last shred of decency forced him to ask again if she were sure that this was what she wanted. Her soft smile and nod of assent were encouraging, but he could see the nervousness lingering in her eyes. "I wonder if they will hold that innocent look tomorrow?"

He slid between Milly's long legs, eager to feel them wrapped around his waist as he drove into her. Positioning himself at her entrance, He slid partially in until the tip of his aching member rested against the tight barrier. He didn't want her to think about what would come next as he thrust himself past the virginity blocking his path. He kissed her lips, asked if she trusted him, and apologized for hurting her in one swift sentence.

He saw the confusion in her eyes and took that opportunity to bury himself as deeply as possible into the tight passage. Her startled gasp, widened eyes, and nails digging into the flesh of his back left little doubt in his mind that he had hurt her. "Oh Milly. I'm so sorry for that. I'd never hurt you on purpose." Her tears were almost enough to break his jaded heart in that instant. As he tenderly kissed them away, he apologized for hurting her as he held himself rigid, waiting for her pain to subside.

After a few moments, he slowly pulled back and thrust gently back into her welcoming body. He was overcome with wanting to feel her body spasm around his length. He wanted to know he had given her pleasure. As her arms wrapped around him, her hips met each of his thrusts. He smiled into her eyes as he guessed her pain had subsided and began to greedily devour her lips and throat. His hips began to slowly increase their pace, driving him into her wet channel over and over until he thought he would expire from the effort to hold himself back.

Her passage was tight and hot, sucking him back in every time he pulled out. Her hands and lips were touching him everywhere she could reach. A small scratch here, a nip of teeth there…He couldn't believe his good fortune to find her so hot and willing. His body was on fire to cum, to pour itself into her until there was nothing left to give. Her soft moans urged him to move harder and faster. At his request, Milly wrapped those long legs around his waist, letting him slide deeper into her warmth. He heard her breathless voice begging him not to stop…"don't… stop… calling his name... "Wolfwood…"

He was overcome with the desire to mark her as his. He sucked at her neck for a few moments until he was sure there would be a reminder of the night spent together when she looked in the mirror in the morning. He began to thrust brutally into her, wanting to drive her over the edge. He felt the tightness build in her passage, felt her stiffen in his arms, and heard her cry out his name. Her inner walls were gripping his tightly, urging his body to let go and join her in pleasure. Just one more thrust and he let himself go, pouring himself into her welcoming heat with a ragged groan before collapsing on top of her body.

They lay joined together in the darkness, gasping for breath, as they waited for their hearts to slow their rapid beating. He tenderly looked down into her eyes and smoothed the hair out of her face. They didn't need words any words. What was just shared conveyed more than any mere sentences could have. Milly sighed and let her eyes drift closed as he gently kissed her lips and slid off of her sated body. She snuggled closer to his side as he wrapped his arms around her and let himself forget about everything and drift of to sleep.

He turned to look back out the window. He wanted her again. "Damn…this is a dangerous power she has over me. I need to be focused on what tomorrow will bring."

"Wolfwood?'' He turned to answer the soft inquiry. Milly was still wide-eyed and innocent; sitting up in bed with a sheet demurely wrapped loosely around her torso and holding her arms open to him. He pushed aside thoughts of tomorrow. It really didn't matter what happened tomorrow. He crossed the room in a few swift strides. He had a reason to come back this time.

"Oh yes, Milly, one way or the other, I will be back."

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The next morning…

I was sitting on his bed when Meryl came in to see why gunfire was being exchanged on the streets below. Sitting there, huddled up with my hands over my ears, wishing the incessant whine of bullets would stop, wishing I could do something to help him, and wishing he would walk through the door.

After a time, silence reigned in the streets below us. There was no noise and no wind. It was as if Meryl and I were the only two people left in the world. She had disappeared from the room shortly after the silence had fallen. I didn't know where she went. I didn't care, I only wanted to welcome the return Nicholas.

I heard footsteps in the hallway after a time. Slow and methodical, they rang with a death knell in my ears. I knew they didn't belong to him. As the door slowly swung open on squeaky hinges, I dared to look up, only to find my worst fears come to life.

Mr. Vash stood in the doorway. Meryl stood a few paces behind him. But what had caught my immediate attention was the steady stream of crimson flowing from the figure draped over his arms. As he stood there, the bright pool on the floor grew larger, and I felt the horror grow in me. My priest was gone.

Mr. Vash spoke the words I didn't want to hear. "I'm sorry. There was nothing I could do."

"What happened?" I heard myself ask. It was strange how distant my own voice sounded. My attention was riveted to the figure in black. "This couldn't be happening." I kept repeating that phrase to myself as though this harsh scene would suddenly vanish as if it never existed.

"He died because of me. We found him in the church." Vash replied. He said more, but I couldn't think, couldn't hear, didn't want to know anymore. My Nicholas was gone.

"Nicholas," I softly whispered. It was only a few hours ago we held in this bed I was now sitting on. It had started innocently enough. I brought you some food. We were all on edge after you had killed the boy.

I really didn't want to think about the boy now lying dead in a shallow grave. I only like to think happy and good thoughts. It's a trait that causes people to regard me as scatterbrained. But, I've never been concerned over outward appearances anyway.

You forced me to think about the death of that young boy. Were you right or wrong to take his life? How could I answer that question? On one hand, what Mr. Vash said made sense. On the other, what you said made sense too. I only knew I was very happy you and Mr. Vash were still alive and I was very sad a young child was now dead.

Your soul wrenching sobs drew me to your side to offer you what comfort I would. I wrapped my arms around you, held you close to my heart, and gently stroked your hair as you poured out emotions which, I suspected, had been bottled up for years. I could only wonder what sort of life you had had as a child.

I'm sure it was a difficult decision for you, not the taking of a life, but the life of a child. You, a priest, who worked to save other children from growing up the way you did. A life devoted to saving children. Destroying a child was the key to saving your friend. How could I answer your questions? I'm just a simple insurance girl who lends a helping hand when needed. I didn't have the answers you were so desperately seeking. Thankfully, you reined in your tears and agreed to eat the food I had brought provided I stay and share it with you.

We sat on the bed in that simple room, sharing sandwiches, and trying to make small talk. The evening shadows grew and I stood to leave. "I'd better go...Meryl will be worried about me." I told you. You stood to thank me for bringing food and offering a sympathetic shoulder. A stray thought crossed my mind, "I never realized he was this handsome before."

You were one of the few men I didn't tower over; it was a refreshing change. As I turned to go, you reached out and caught my hand. "Thank you" you whispered softly as you leaned over and kissed my cheek.

I turned to face you, stunned by your actions. "That's the first time any man outside my family has ever kissed me," I whispered softly as I slowly raised my hand to my cheek.

You looked as stunned as I felt. "You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm not."

"The men around you must have been blind." You answered as you stepped closer to me. You leaned down and gently kissed my lips. I simply stood there, wide-eyed and stunned. You drew back and smiled at me. "It helps if you close your eyes." "Want to try again?" I nodded shyly and let my eyes drift closed as I leaned into your embrace.

Your lips brushed mine softly, and I felt your tongue trace their outline, seeking entrance. I complied with their request, determined not to let this moment end for anything. At the first touch of your tongue on mine, I nearly leaped from my skin. As our tongues slid around each other, a fire began to build in my thighs and raced quickly through my veins. As you pulled me closer, a soft moan escaped my lips, "Nicholas."

"I want you to stay." "Please, Milly, I know I'm being selfish, but I don't want to be alone tonight."

Looking back, I wonder if I would feel different now looking at your lifeless body if my answer would have been a firm no. Would I still feel this deep, cutting pain in the region of my heart? Another question I have no answer for.

A simple nod of my head for a yes and you didn't give me time to rethink my decision. You wrapped your arms around me more tightly than before and began to kiss me in a way that I never dreamed possible. The ache between my thighs grew more intense as the moments went by. I could feel myself growing damp and hot, yearning for more, to be even closer to you than I already was.

Somehow, in the passing minutes, I found myself devoid of my clothes, lying on your narrow bed. I smiled to myself as I wondered for a moment what had possessed me to allow these liberties you were taking with my body. I didn't wonder long. You didn't give me time to think about what was happening between us. I only knew you had started a fire and I was going to burn if you didn't do something to extinguish the flames threatening to consume my body.

You slowly lowered your body over mine, the rough feel of your black suit further stimulating my body. "Are you sure about this?" your eyes burning into mine as I softly smiled and raised my hand to your face. "Yes, Nicholas, I'm sure."

You nodded and began a slow seduction of my body and soul. Your lips traced a path down my throat to my breasts where you paused to torment each nipple mercilessly until they both stood up like hard peaks. I have never felt such ...words escape me. There really is no description for the magic you were working on my body. My pulse was traveling through my body like quick silver and my heart was pounding. Surely, I couldn't take much more of this delicious torture. I was a little shocked when your lips traveled down past my navel and began their tender ministrations on my nether lips, seeking my hidden jewel. I cried out at the first touch of your mouth. I felt like I was straining to reach a hidden goal, just in sight, but just out of reach.

"Wolfwood...." I moaned. "Please..." My hips were straining against your mouth as your tongue delved in and out of my honeyed wetness. I felt you insert a finger into me and then another. I whimpered as you began to stroke me faster and faster, urging me to let go. My hips could not keep still and were following the rhythm you were creating with your tongue and hands.

Finally, something inside me felt as though it were breaking and wave after wave of pleasure broke over my fevered body. I cried out your name and clutched your shoulders, partially to keep you from stopping and partially to make you stop. I lay there for a moment, sweat drying on my body, watching you remove your clothes and rejoin me on the bed.

"Nicholas, I..." You silenced me quickly with a kiss. "Don't talk...just feel."

"Last chance though. Are you sure?" You asked me again.

I nodded and shyly smiled up at you. I wish I had told you then how handsome you looked in the moonlight. But, I was still nervous at the things left to come. You slowly slid between my legs. I could feel your hardness between my thighs. I had heard this part was supposed to be painful the first time, but I trusted you to make it right. I felt the head of your member at my entrance. You pushed forward slightly, enough to make me gasp at the size of you. "This will never work." I thought to myself. I looked up into your eyes. You were smiling down at me. "Do you trust me?" You asked gently.

"Of course." I answered. "Then I'm sorry for hurting you." With that phrase and before I could decide what you meant, you buried yourself to the hilt in my tight passage. I opened my mouth to scream, but you quickly covered my lips in a kiss to muffle the sound.

Pain quickly knifed through my body. It was sharp. It hurt. I wasn't expecting that. I felt tears gathering at the corners of my eyes. You kissed them away and began to kiss me again intensely, all the while apologizing for hurting me. As quickly as the pain engulfed me, it began to recede. I felt you slide partially out of me and slowly thrust back in. The quick silver feeling was returning, rapidly overtaking the remaining vestiges of pain, making me forget everything but reaching that elusive goal again.

I wrapped my arms around you, urging you on as my hips rose to meet yours. You told me to wrap my legs around you as well. I was amazed at how much more deeply you slid into me. I could feel the sweat dripping from your body onto mine as I urged you to move harder and faster. I wanted the pleasure you could give me and I wanted it now. I felt your hard length slide in and out of me, stroking the fires of passion, I never really knew existed within me.

Finally, I felt my body spasm around yours, my inner muscles clenching your member as I cried out your name. A moment later, you joined me in this consuming pleasure, hoarsely calling out my name. No words were needed as we looked at each other and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

It's hard to look at your lifeless body. Remembering what we shared last night, I can't bring myself to believe you won't be back. Oh yes, I honored your request to remain here in this room and kept my promise not to interfere, but what did it get me? I will never feel you touch again. I'll never look into your eyes again. "It's not fair!" I think again to myself. I realize my cheeks are wet. When did I start crying? I only just discovered how sweet it could be between a man and a woman and you're gone. Why didn't I stop you this morning? Why didn't I try to help you today? Why? Why? Why? This litany keeps running through my head as I stare blankly at your body.

Mr. Vash laid you gently on our bed. I grab your hand...how cold and lifeless it already feels. I can barely make out your features now as my tears flow freely down my cheeks. Can the pain get any worse? I start to sob. Reality has intruded with its cold fingers and harshness. My priest has gone. He's never coming back. My Nicholas, my Wolfwood. I will never forget.

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The End…

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I selected the title, Genesis, because this was the actually beginning of my entire series of Trigun stories set at the end and after the conclusion of the animated series. I had originally posted these as two separate stories, but after re-reading them for the millionth time, thought they'd work better if they were spliced together.

Yes, the tenses shift as well as the point of view. I apologize to those of you who have trouble following this, but that is my particular style.

SO… if any of you have a few moments after reading this, leave me a review and let me know what you think.

Yes, I am still working on Generation Gunsmoke and Burgundy and Blood, but I have to deal with the characters that are "speaking to me" when I sit down at this keyboard!

Love and Peace to Everybody! (11 days until school closes for the summer)

Blackhat (^_~)