Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Sympathy for the Devil ❯ Chapter 3
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By: OtakuAngelD 
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Post-apocalyptic / Supernatural | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 290 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Post-apocalyptic / Supernatural | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 290 | Status: Completed
“And what shoulder and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? And what dread feet?”
-------- Blake
By the way Legato stiffed under his touch, Knives suspected the other had heard. Again though, he decided to test. Because Legato wasn’t all he seemed to be. That much Knives was indeed sure of. “Did you hear that, Legato?”
Legato refrained from looking up. Eyes locked upon the sand, he spoke. “I heard nothing. It is for You to decide what one like me is allowed to hear. I am a lowly human. I do not deserve to be in Your head.”
Knives laughed dangerously and pulled Legato’s face up to look at him, roughly. Bending down to the man’s level, he tried to capture that golden gaze. Those yellow eyes were riveted to the ground and this close Knives could follow the beads of sweat that were forming on under the fall of blue. He knew then that he had run out of ideas. He had run out of tests to perform. No matter what he did, the exotic man before him continued to look only at the ground.
It was frustrating, yet fascinating. Just a little while ago, Legato could have ripped him to shreds as he had done to the Human in the village. He knew that the man still could. Legato was a dangerous human, if he even was human. If only Knives could be sure. Absolutely certain of what Legato was. All Knives did know was that Legato looked human enough. But so did Vash. Legato and Vash. One kneeing and completely ready to do whatever Knives commanded. The other out chasing Rem’s ideals. ~Damn you, Vash. Damn you for running away!~ The thought was so explosive that the backlash hit legato.
The blue haired man’s groan set Knives off in a way he had never expected. Hand still on legato’s chin, Knives pulled him close. Their lips met. It was just a simple kiss. Only lips brushing against lips. But there was a spark there, a promise of things to come. Legato’s eyes snapped up in shock. Knives held those eyes with his own. Legato was making very odd noises in the back of his throat and the Plant could fell the psyonic’s mind pulsing. Power ebbing back and then forward again, crashing down in tidal waves.
~I’ve sinned. I’m touched the Almighty. I’m going to burn in Hell for this.~
Knives tried not to clutch his head. Legato had a great deal of power. But more than his mind, legato’s kiss had power too. ~Don’t you worry. There will be a place for you in my Eden~ Knives offered. Yet the waves of self-hatred continued. Striking against the both of them. Knives decided that he was going to put a stop to that. He put all the desire he could into his eyes. “I don’t care what you are. I’m taking you now.” Legato was barely able to get over the shock before Knives was on him, planting searing kisses on his neck while fumbling with their clothing.
Legato could only make soft sounds in the back of his throat. He wanted to lean in, to deepen the kisses, but the self-hatred was still there, strongly as ever. Even as Knives was parting his lips to slip his tongue in to play with Legato’s. There was no battle for control. He was only human. He would lie still for the Superior Being hover over him like an angel. A very naked angel.
Knives stopped to look over Legato. Only one thought manage to get past the waves coming from the teen. ~Very nice~ he had been right. Under that large white coat, Legato Bluesummers had a very nice body. The taunt muscles were coiled and taunt, like the golden eyed man might run if let up.
~I’m not finished with you~ He reached down to brush past already hardening nipples. He needen’t bother there. He had already seen the start of Legato’s erection. Knives captured Legato’s hips and held them steady. He would allow no movements. Not until he was finished. With a look of hunger in his blue eyes, knives took legato into his mouth.
The blue haired boy tasted even better down there. He smiled mentally. The waves of denial had stopped. In their stead was a stronger force. The blazing white heat he had felt from legato when the other had saved him. Anger? Why was Legato Angry? Then the first waves were back twice as strong. Only now there was something hidden in the. Passion. Quietly calling, wanting to be noticed over the turbulent sea of loathing.
As Knives sucked on Legato’s cock, he was working elsewhere. Slowly stretching the boy. The passion soon won over. It seemed to scream at Knives. ~If you take me now, I’ll be powerless to stop you.~
It was all the invitation Knives really needed. Not that he wouldn’t have continued without it. He would have taken the boy by force if he had to. Still, when legato cried out in a fear tinged pleasure, the blond leaned down to whisper. “You’re mine, Bluesummers.” Then he entered the sweating body beneath him.
Legato cried out again. There was no fear this time. Just passion and devotion came thought the waves of thought. The blond began to thrust faster, breath coming in short gasps. Moving together, cried and moans filled the lifeless desert.
The longer it lasted, the more Knives was certain Legato wasn’t human at all. He was so close to figuring out when the man under him came with a sharp cry. It was mental as well as verbal. “Knives-sama!”
Knives came seconds later, moaning darkly. “Mine and no one else’s.” Then he pulled out before dropping a kiss on legato’s mouth. He wondered if this was like it would be like with Vash. He doubted it. Legato, for his part, seemed to still think of himself as unworthy of the gift he had just received. He could hear the other’s thoughts clearly as they reaped the word “sinner” over and over again.
“Get dressed, legato.” He ordered, irately. Even after they had just had sex, it seemed the other didn’t think himself worthy. That was indeed interesting. The boy seemed to really think he was human. Knives wanted to convince Legato otherwise. But until he knew exactly what the golden eyed man was, he didn’t know how.
He was surprised at the speed in which Legato dressed, though he could tell the other was in pain from the joining still. “We’re going for Vash.” It wasn’t a question. Knives almost smiled at the statement. Even without invading his mind, Legato seemed to already know what he was thinking.
“Yes. So I can make an Eden just for us.” He had meant Legato as well. But all he received was a small grunt of pain for an answer.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? And what dread feet?”
-------- Blake
By the way Legato stiffed under his touch, Knives suspected the other had heard. Again though, he decided to test. Because Legato wasn’t all he seemed to be. That much Knives was indeed sure of. “Did you hear that, Legato?”
Legato refrained from looking up. Eyes locked upon the sand, he spoke. “I heard nothing. It is for You to decide what one like me is allowed to hear. I am a lowly human. I do not deserve to be in Your head.”
Knives laughed dangerously and pulled Legato’s face up to look at him, roughly. Bending down to the man’s level, he tried to capture that golden gaze. Those yellow eyes were riveted to the ground and this close Knives could follow the beads of sweat that were forming on under the fall of blue. He knew then that he had run out of ideas. He had run out of tests to perform. No matter what he did, the exotic man before him continued to look only at the ground.
It was frustrating, yet fascinating. Just a little while ago, Legato could have ripped him to shreds as he had done to the Human in the village. He knew that the man still could. Legato was a dangerous human, if he even was human. If only Knives could be sure. Absolutely certain of what Legato was. All Knives did know was that Legato looked human enough. But so did Vash. Legato and Vash. One kneeing and completely ready to do whatever Knives commanded. The other out chasing Rem’s ideals. ~Damn you, Vash. Damn you for running away!~ The thought was so explosive that the backlash hit legato.
The blue haired man’s groan set Knives off in a way he had never expected. Hand still on legato’s chin, Knives pulled him close. Their lips met. It was just a simple kiss. Only lips brushing against lips. But there was a spark there, a promise of things to come. Legato’s eyes snapped up in shock. Knives held those eyes with his own. Legato was making very odd noises in the back of his throat and the Plant could fell the psyonic’s mind pulsing. Power ebbing back and then forward again, crashing down in tidal waves.
~I’ve sinned. I’m touched the Almighty. I’m going to burn in Hell for this.~
Knives tried not to clutch his head. Legato had a great deal of power. But more than his mind, legato’s kiss had power too. ~Don’t you worry. There will be a place for you in my Eden~ Knives offered. Yet the waves of self-hatred continued. Striking against the both of them. Knives decided that he was going to put a stop to that. He put all the desire he could into his eyes. “I don’t care what you are. I’m taking you now.” Legato was barely able to get over the shock before Knives was on him, planting searing kisses on his neck while fumbling with their clothing.
Legato could only make soft sounds in the back of his throat. He wanted to lean in, to deepen the kisses, but the self-hatred was still there, strongly as ever. Even as Knives was parting his lips to slip his tongue in to play with Legato’s. There was no battle for control. He was only human. He would lie still for the Superior Being hover over him like an angel. A very naked angel.
Knives stopped to look over Legato. Only one thought manage to get past the waves coming from the teen. ~Very nice~ he had been right. Under that large white coat, Legato Bluesummers had a very nice body. The taunt muscles were coiled and taunt, like the golden eyed man might run if let up.
~I’m not finished with you~ He reached down to brush past already hardening nipples. He needen’t bother there. He had already seen the start of Legato’s erection. Knives captured Legato’s hips and held them steady. He would allow no movements. Not until he was finished. With a look of hunger in his blue eyes, knives took legato into his mouth.
The blue haired boy tasted even better down there. He smiled mentally. The waves of denial had stopped. In their stead was a stronger force. The blazing white heat he had felt from legato when the other had saved him. Anger? Why was Legato Angry? Then the first waves were back twice as strong. Only now there was something hidden in the. Passion. Quietly calling, wanting to be noticed over the turbulent sea of loathing.
As Knives sucked on Legato’s cock, he was working elsewhere. Slowly stretching the boy. The passion soon won over. It seemed to scream at Knives. ~If you take me now, I’ll be powerless to stop you.~
It was all the invitation Knives really needed. Not that he wouldn’t have continued without it. He would have taken the boy by force if he had to. Still, when legato cried out in a fear tinged pleasure, the blond leaned down to whisper. “You’re mine, Bluesummers.” Then he entered the sweating body beneath him.
Legato cried out again. There was no fear this time. Just passion and devotion came thought the waves of thought. The blond began to thrust faster, breath coming in short gasps. Moving together, cried and moans filled the lifeless desert.
The longer it lasted, the more Knives was certain Legato wasn’t human at all. He was so close to figuring out when the man under him came with a sharp cry. It was mental as well as verbal. “Knives-sama!”
Knives came seconds later, moaning darkly. “Mine and no one else’s.” Then he pulled out before dropping a kiss on legato’s mouth. He wondered if this was like it would be like with Vash. He doubted it. Legato, for his part, seemed to still think of himself as unworthy of the gift he had just received. He could hear the other’s thoughts clearly as they reaped the word “sinner” over and over again.
“Get dressed, legato.” He ordered, irately. Even after they had just had sex, it seemed the other didn’t think himself worthy. That was indeed interesting. The boy seemed to really think he was human. Knives wanted to convince Legato otherwise. But until he knew exactly what the golden eyed man was, he didn’t know how.
He was surprised at the speed in which Legato dressed, though he could tell the other was in pain from the joining still. “We’re going for Vash.” It wasn’t a question. Knives almost smiled at the statement. Even without invading his mind, Legato seemed to already know what he was thinking.
“Yes. So I can make an Eden just for us.” He had meant Legato as well. But all he received was a small grunt of pain for an answer.