Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Flame ❯ Sweet Flame 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Sweet Flame

Disclaimer: No I do not own Trigun, if I did, Legato would be my sex slave and he'd be shacking up with Nick.. Nor do I own the lyrics to "Closer" Nine Inch Nails does..

Warnings: Legato/Wolfwood cuteness...be ready for some lovey-dovey stuff.....I am being nice and i am treating you to some nice hot steamy sex...after some nice...hot...steamy...cuddling XD! But you get to deal with ALL the angst! Woo! I hope the song fits in...o.o, BTW! This is only a FILLER chapter! Okay! Its...like...chapter 1 and a half! ANYWAY! On with the story! AND YES! BIIIIIIIIIG TEXT! I'm cheating to get more pages....

(Lyrics)

you let me violate you

you let me desecrate you
you let me penetrate you

you let me complicate you
help me I broke apart my insides help me

I've got no soul to sell
help me the only thing that works for me help me get away from myself

I couldn't breathe. It hurt so damn much to do so. As I was pinned to the floor, slowly being crushed into it, as my Master. My God, Knives, demonstrated His anger at me for not completing my task correctly. This was my punishment. But I knew that soon...soon I would be able to seek my comfort in the arms of my lover. In the arms of my beloved Priest. Nicholas D. Wolfwood. I closed my eyes from the onslaught of pain I was feeling, and tried to block out the pain. I managed to make most of my body numb, as Nicholas's face flitted through my head, his beautiful face. That smooth, caramel skin, that teased me to no end. Those loving, care filled steel gray blue eyes, and that silky, shaggy raven hair, and those full yet firm lips that I can never get enough kisses out of. He was...my Angel. My Angel in this hell we lived in. I feel the pressure lessen, and I am able to move again,

"Get up, and leave, Legato...go to your priest.." I heard my Master say in that low, almost seductive voice. I managed to stagger to my feet, hating myself, for all the discomfort I cause Him. I bow to Him, and turn on my heel, and limp from the room, I think my knee was cracked. I couldn't tell. My body screamed with pain, and as I left the room, I sagged against the door, no one but Nicholas was at the hideout, the others having missions...my voice hoarse, and ragged

"Nicholas!" I yell..."Nicholas!!" I can hear his footsteps quickly nearing me, and soft gentle hands touch my face, as I open my eyes I stare into the apprehensive face of my lover, and smile.

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god

He pulls me up, and into his arms, nuzzling my ear gently, sliding his hand onto my lower back, and whispered into my ear

"What's wrong Legato...?" His voice was so enchanting...so deep, reverberating in his chest, my smile widening, as I look at him, my fingers threading through that glorious silken hair as he holds me to him, I murmur softly

"I just hurt...can't walk all that well, I think I broke my kneecap.." He sighed softly, and began peppering my neck with kisses, I slumped in his arms as he did this, murmuring how he loved me, and I sighed softly...

"Can we go to our room?" I asked softly, he nodded and scooped me up in his arms...I laid my head against his shoulder, as he kicked open the door, and shut it the same way once we had reached the aforementioned room. Scarcely holding anything but a bed and dresser, and his clothes strewn all over the floor. He should have picked them up this morning, but as always...there's something more important at that moment, when I ask him. I smile as he lays me on the bed, crawling next to me, and leaning over to kiss me on the lips, sliding his hand down to clutch my leather gloved one. I squeezed it tightly, and held onto him, closing my eyes as I rested against my angel. My beautiful priest. I looked into his shining eyes, and often wondered what he saw in me.

you can have my isolation,

you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith,

you can have my everything
help me tear down my reason,

help me its' your sex I can smell
help me you make me perfect,

help me become somebody else

At times seeing all that love and sweet devotion in his eyes was painful, almost suffocating, but I enjoyed the pain, and lived through the suffocation, to rise and surface above my doubtful thoughts of him, of us...of my Master's sudden approval. Why Master agreed to let me have this relationship boggled me to no end, I could not find a viable reason as to why Master was sharing His loyal pet to another. Another that showed more affection then the Master Himself. At times the Master would allow me to shower Him with my own passionate devotion; small caresses to His chest, soft, sweet kisses to His pale lips, of which He kissed back. His mouth was like sweet fire, a hot burning taste that filled my mouth and slid down into my body, His power intoxicating me, filling me, touching and caressing my soul, as black and guarded as it was. Though Nicholas possessed my body, my heart, and my ever continuing thoughts, he could not own what Master claimed when He first found me. My soul. The only possession of which He took great pride in knowing that He owned it, that He could shape it and form it to something He found better. He took me, a ragged, malnutritioned child, with watery yellow eyes and shaggy blue hair, so dirty that it looked black, cleaned me, healed me, fed and clothed me. He made me work my body to His idea of human perfection. Muscles flowing into more muscles, not grotesquely so, but in a smooth nature, lithe in build, but strong. Inhumanly strong. He cultured my rough and almost indecipherable words, into a velvety darkness, a low purr of masochistic enchantment. My eyes He turned from yellow into the color of shooting stars, luminescent gold, dancing with the radiance of sick delight. My hair, He cut and shaped until the black dripped away leaving a iridescent indigo blue, brushing my neck softly. Here I stood, the King of Spiders, worthy enough to fulfill this creature of luminosity's wishes and commands. To willingly give Him my soul, my body, and my eyes alone, was what I could only wish for.

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god

And then...

I met Nicholas.

He seemingly stormed into my life, abruptly and rudely, spinning my entire concept of mankind. His smiles aimed at me; they confused and bothered me. His attempts to make me laugh; annoyed me to no end. He tried to make me loosen up, to lower my guards for him. He'd throw his arm around my shoulder and drag me to some saloon or another, trying to get me drunk, as he told stories of his childhood, his children at the orphanage, his relationship with his father, Chapel. His eyes would turn wistful, and gentle at the thought of his children back at his church, and somehow, it pained me to see this. At other times he'd drape himself over my back and watch me do the paper work that came with taking control of more and more Plant centers, his breath hot against my ear, until I couldn't stand it and told him to go play somewhere else. He'd take his time removing himself from me, and walk out slowly, before winking and leaving.

He always reminded me that he was a fool for trusting me.

But...I do remember the night, the Master came to test my loyalty in following orders once more, and gave me an order to kill the priest. Nicholas would die by my hands, if it would make Him happy. I'd do anything for a soft look from him. I had snuck into his room, but instead of feeling the urge to kill the nude man sleeping in the rundown motel bed...I felt the urge...to touch him. To caress the skin that was bared to me. I removed my jacket, and crept to the bed, before straddling him, I could smell the scent of sex upon his lithe form, so I knew he hadn't been alone earlier. As soon as I put pressure on his lower body, heat flew up my muscles and surrounded me, my pants tightening, but his eyes flew open, and I pinned him down, smirking at him...he stuttered my name. Struggled beneath me, bucking at me trying to dislodge me, but only arousing me further.

through every forest,

above the trees
within my stomach,

scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
you are the reason I stay alive .

My clothing came off as I held him down with my mental strength, I could see his eyes marveling my body, eyes twisted with trepidation and need, as I bent my head, and positioned my aching shaft to his entrance, he pushed away and yet towards me, wanting but not, needing this but not. His mouth burned me, like a sweet flame. His tongue pushed deep into my mouth, and I soon claimed him, although he cried for me to stop, but begged me to go harder. He contradicted himself throughout our encounter.

He, himself, intoxicated me.

His scent and cries wound around my brain, my body trembling and shuddering, until finally, with a sharp cry he elicited from me, I spilled myself into him, and he spilt upon me... I collapsed against his body, as his arms curled around me, sheets and blankets covered my bare form, and kept me warm throughout the night. But as I dreamed, I dreamed not of tan flesh and steel blue eyes. I dreamt of pale flesh and piercing blue eyes, content with me.

And I smiled.

THANK YOU!! I have finally gotten chapter 2 out!! After the long wait, I got off my lazy ass, put Musings aside for a day and finished this bloody chapter!!!