Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Sympathy for the Devil ❯ Chapter 4
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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: 1.6K | Visits: 264 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Post-apocalyptic / Supernatural | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 264 | Status: Completed
“What the hammer? What the Chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dream grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!”
------- Blake
“I understand, Master. Vash the Stampede will experience eternal suffering. Legato bowed before Knives, grafted arm bared. Knives felt slightly guilty for a second, floating in his place of healing. He had made Legato put the arm upon himself. He had done it to rove to Legato that he wasn’t human. A human would have died, taking the arm with them. But Legato had survived.
He smiled as his Golden eyed servant through the glass. He yearned to kiss Legato. To feel the passion of his mind. He wanted badly to re-establish his claim. ~You’re still mine, Legato.~ he knew his thought swore safe. Legato revered him as God. The Psion wouldn’t invade without written invitation.
Still, he watched his beloved telepath from his prison. He had allowed him to hunt down Vash. He had even allowed Legato to add members to their small group. Adding humans to do so. Not that they weren’t entirely human either. They were just far more human then Legato. Still, he was rather proud of his servant. He was proud and wanted to tell him he had done well in choosing his Guns. Guns that proved Legato’s unending desire to eradicate the Human reface by any means necessary. It seemed to Legato, human were expendable. All of them, Legato included.
Knives however would not, because he refused to let his Legato self destruct in such a manner. He needed the blue harried man. It was almost as if Legato had cast a spell of Knives. Though it might have been the other way around. But whoever had woven the threads, it was there. And easy to spot when Knives reached out to join his mind with Legato’s to caress it softly. ~As beautiful as his body~ he mused.
His general of sorts just stood there with hooded honey eyes. A deep purr in his voice. Enjoying that intimate touch. A short lived enjoyment when a hand of his back forced Legato to turn suddenly. He had been almost so deep in the caress that he had been snuck up behind. Lashing out instinctually, he almost turned Midvalley into a puddle of parts on the floor. Knives had once seen Legato blush the way he was for himself.
He watched at Legato bowed ad left the room. The saxophone man followed him. More like a lost puppy than a man. Yet the blond plant’s anger flared. ~He’s mine! Stay away!~ He true hated the Gung-Ho Guns. Though he thought their skill marvelous, they were lucky enough to be around Legato every day. Able to be with him. To touch him. He was actually jealous of Midvalley. Though it was absurd. A Superior Being, jealous of a roach. But it was there. He hated the Horn Freak mort of all. Almost as much as he hated chapel’s apprentice. Yet another Gun who was trying to take away something of his. ~Both of them are he mine. Now and forever.~
He would get his revenge on those who tried to steal away Vash and Legato. Sending the Guns after Vash was the best solution. It taught Vash again and again about how petty and stupid the humans were. They would bring him back, and if they should die in the process, so much the better. And once all the Guns were gone, Legato would also be his alone.
The plan was perfect, just as he was. He had contacted Chapel’s young assistant. One Nicholas D. Wolfwood to bring Vash to him unharmed. But he soon discovered the priest in black was going against everything Knives had told him to do. Wolfwood seemed to want to protect Vash. That alone made Knives ire rise.
But that anger was alleviated as each Gun met a grizzly fate. The guns also competed with each other to get into Legato’s favor. Knives knew they argued and hunted and tried to catch the beautiful telepath’s exotic eyes. He also knew he had to put up with it. Because every time, one failed, he was sure to see his legato. Not in the way he wished, but at least he could caress the man’s mind. The perfect body would have to wait.
As it was, Legato would come into his healing chambers and beg forgiveness yet again for his human failings. The man knives knew was breaking down under his own self-hatred. Knives would have given anything to be down there kissing those soft lips. Touching that satin skin and losing himself in the passion legato hid from the rest of the world.
He still remembered Legato’s broken body coming in one day. He had almost broken from his holding area. Someone had damaged that body. There was tiredness ion those golden eyes. He still reported his news in monotone. Knives however already knew what had happened. He had felt even from here the power of the Angel arm, as the city of Augustus had been reduced to rubble. Even from his prison of glass, he had seen the hole in the fifth moon. Legato had forced Vash to use the angel arm alright. The bruises the man wore were a testament to his will to survive. But instead of being happy, Knives was positively incensed.
Vash had definitely seen Legato. Even if in his mind. He had also seen him in body as well. Legato had contacted his brother in the second most intimate way he knew of. Legato and Vash had shared a mind. But in that brief second or two of connection, it would have been enough. Legato would have now seen both Gods. The experience with the Angel Arm had left his a changed man.
Knives went insane. Legato was His. Not Vash’s. They wouldn’t share the blue haired man. He would make sure of that. Still, Legato seemed surprised when Knives lashed out with his power. It hurt him both physically and mentally. His God was punishing him. ~I deserve this. I deserve to die~ he told himself, willingly accepting the abuse Knives’ jealously gave.
Knives head the silent plea for death. Legato wanted Knives to kill him. He was imperfect. He was human. He didn’t deserve the faith of his God. His Knives-sama. Knives was going to he happy to comply, letting the pain in Legato’s head grow worse.
Knives could feel it. He felt the underlying current. Legato loved his God. He would do whatever it took to please his God. If that meant his death, he would accept that. However, Knives didn’t truly want Legato’s death. ~Show me. Show me the real you, Legato. Show me, or you’ll die.~
Something in Legato’s mind seemed to snap. Knives could feel the white hot anger again. It was much stronger than before. It carried a message deep into Knives’ mind like a dagger. ~I will not fight you, Knives.~ There was no reverent “sama” on the end of that thought. For a moment, there were equals. Then the fire was that of passion. Legato had turned the tables and now caressed Knives’ mind. Giving him sensations he never wanted to stop.
He felt something in that touch. Utter and complete devotion to him. He tried to delve deeper into the passionate fire in legato’s mind. Just a little deeper and Knives would have known what legato was. A little longer, an inch closer to the truth. But then the sensations snapped off.
Legato was breathing rather hard, sweat slicking down his blue hair. Both golden eyes looked up at Knives. It was a rarity seeing them both. It meant that Legato had removed his walls. What he said next came as a pleasant shock to Knives. “Cane and the preacher in black are dead.” That only left two remaining guns. Midvalley and Legato himself. “I will make Vash suffer for eternity, Master.” try as he might, Knives couldn’t get inside the mans’ mind anymore. It was locked tight.
Still, there was a strange smile on Knives’ face, and he let the healing chamber shatter. Walking over to get used to his legs again, Knives grabbed Legato by the coat and pulled him close. Taking the suddenly submissive mouth with his made his pulse race. How long had it been. He decided it had been far too long.
But first he had to kill Chapel. He knew the Gun was in the sanctuary. So was Midvalley. The saxophone man seemed rather unhappy to see Knives up and about. It meant that Knives’ thoughts on Midvalley were untrue. It meant he had never managed to worm his way into Knives’ pet’s pants. Not that he had a chance to begin with. Knives knew that now. The object of Midvalley’s desire watched as Knives used his powers once more upon Chapel. Then the Plant was looking at the remaining duo.
It was their turn. Their turn to die. Midvalley wasn’t remotely ready. Legato only bowed his head when Knives sent him a warm thought. ~Eden will only be for us~ he jus hoped Legato didn’t take it the wrong way.
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dream grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!”
------- Blake
“I understand, Master. Vash the Stampede will experience eternal suffering. Legato bowed before Knives, grafted arm bared. Knives felt slightly guilty for a second, floating in his place of healing. He had made Legato put the arm upon himself. He had done it to rove to Legato that he wasn’t human. A human would have died, taking the arm with them. But Legato had survived.
He smiled as his Golden eyed servant through the glass. He yearned to kiss Legato. To feel the passion of his mind. He wanted badly to re-establish his claim. ~You’re still mine, Legato.~ he knew his thought swore safe. Legato revered him as God. The Psion wouldn’t invade without written invitation.
Still, he watched his beloved telepath from his prison. He had allowed him to hunt down Vash. He had even allowed Legato to add members to their small group. Adding humans to do so. Not that they weren’t entirely human either. They were just far more human then Legato. Still, he was rather proud of his servant. He was proud and wanted to tell him he had done well in choosing his Guns. Guns that proved Legato’s unending desire to eradicate the Human reface by any means necessary. It seemed to Legato, human were expendable. All of them, Legato included.
Knives however would not, because he refused to let his Legato self destruct in such a manner. He needed the blue harried man. It was almost as if Legato had cast a spell of Knives. Though it might have been the other way around. But whoever had woven the threads, it was there. And easy to spot when Knives reached out to join his mind with Legato’s to caress it softly. ~As beautiful as his body~ he mused.
His general of sorts just stood there with hooded honey eyes. A deep purr in his voice. Enjoying that intimate touch. A short lived enjoyment when a hand of his back forced Legato to turn suddenly. He had been almost so deep in the caress that he had been snuck up behind. Lashing out instinctually, he almost turned Midvalley into a puddle of parts on the floor. Knives had once seen Legato blush the way he was for himself.
He watched at Legato bowed ad left the room. The saxophone man followed him. More like a lost puppy than a man. Yet the blond plant’s anger flared. ~He’s mine! Stay away!~ He true hated the Gung-Ho Guns. Though he thought their skill marvelous, they were lucky enough to be around Legato every day. Able to be with him. To touch him. He was actually jealous of Midvalley. Though it was absurd. A Superior Being, jealous of a roach. But it was there. He hated the Horn Freak mort of all. Almost as much as he hated chapel’s apprentice. Yet another Gun who was trying to take away something of his. ~Both of them are he mine. Now and forever.~
He would get his revenge on those who tried to steal away Vash and Legato. Sending the Guns after Vash was the best solution. It taught Vash again and again about how petty and stupid the humans were. They would bring him back, and if they should die in the process, so much the better. And once all the Guns were gone, Legato would also be his alone.
The plan was perfect, just as he was. He had contacted Chapel’s young assistant. One Nicholas D. Wolfwood to bring Vash to him unharmed. But he soon discovered the priest in black was going against everything Knives had told him to do. Wolfwood seemed to want to protect Vash. That alone made Knives ire rise.
But that anger was alleviated as each Gun met a grizzly fate. The guns also competed with each other to get into Legato’s favor. Knives knew they argued and hunted and tried to catch the beautiful telepath’s exotic eyes. He also knew he had to put up with it. Because every time, one failed, he was sure to see his legato. Not in the way he wished, but at least he could caress the man’s mind. The perfect body would have to wait.
As it was, Legato would come into his healing chambers and beg forgiveness yet again for his human failings. The man knives knew was breaking down under his own self-hatred. Knives would have given anything to be down there kissing those soft lips. Touching that satin skin and losing himself in the passion legato hid from the rest of the world.
He still remembered Legato’s broken body coming in one day. He had almost broken from his holding area. Someone had damaged that body. There was tiredness ion those golden eyes. He still reported his news in monotone. Knives however already knew what had happened. He had felt even from here the power of the Angel arm, as the city of Augustus had been reduced to rubble. Even from his prison of glass, he had seen the hole in the fifth moon. Legato had forced Vash to use the angel arm alright. The bruises the man wore were a testament to his will to survive. But instead of being happy, Knives was positively incensed.
Vash had definitely seen Legato. Even if in his mind. He had also seen him in body as well. Legato had contacted his brother in the second most intimate way he knew of. Legato and Vash had shared a mind. But in that brief second or two of connection, it would have been enough. Legato would have now seen both Gods. The experience with the Angel Arm had left his a changed man.
Knives went insane. Legato was His. Not Vash’s. They wouldn’t share the blue haired man. He would make sure of that. Still, Legato seemed surprised when Knives lashed out with his power. It hurt him both physically and mentally. His God was punishing him. ~I deserve this. I deserve to die~ he told himself, willingly accepting the abuse Knives’ jealously gave.
Knives head the silent plea for death. Legato wanted Knives to kill him. He was imperfect. He was human. He didn’t deserve the faith of his God. His Knives-sama. Knives was going to he happy to comply, letting the pain in Legato’s head grow worse.
Knives could feel it. He felt the underlying current. Legato loved his God. He would do whatever it took to please his God. If that meant his death, he would accept that. However, Knives didn’t truly want Legato’s death. ~Show me. Show me the real you, Legato. Show me, or you’ll die.~
Something in Legato’s mind seemed to snap. Knives could feel the white hot anger again. It was much stronger than before. It carried a message deep into Knives’ mind like a dagger. ~I will not fight you, Knives.~ There was no reverent “sama” on the end of that thought. For a moment, there were equals. Then the fire was that of passion. Legato had turned the tables and now caressed Knives’ mind. Giving him sensations he never wanted to stop.
He felt something in that touch. Utter and complete devotion to him. He tried to delve deeper into the passionate fire in legato’s mind. Just a little deeper and Knives would have known what legato was. A little longer, an inch closer to the truth. But then the sensations snapped off.
Legato was breathing rather hard, sweat slicking down his blue hair. Both golden eyes looked up at Knives. It was a rarity seeing them both. It meant that Legato had removed his walls. What he said next came as a pleasant shock to Knives. “Cane and the preacher in black are dead.” That only left two remaining guns. Midvalley and Legato himself. “I will make Vash suffer for eternity, Master.” try as he might, Knives couldn’t get inside the mans’ mind anymore. It was locked tight.
Still, there was a strange smile on Knives’ face, and he let the healing chamber shatter. Walking over to get used to his legs again, Knives grabbed Legato by the coat and pulled him close. Taking the suddenly submissive mouth with his made his pulse race. How long had it been. He decided it had been far too long.
But first he had to kill Chapel. He knew the Gun was in the sanctuary. So was Midvalley. The saxophone man seemed rather unhappy to see Knives up and about. It meant that Knives’ thoughts on Midvalley were untrue. It meant he had never managed to worm his way into Knives’ pet’s pants. Not that he had a chance to begin with. Knives knew that now. The object of Midvalley’s desire watched as Knives used his powers once more upon Chapel. Then the Plant was looking at the remaining duo.
It was their turn. Their turn to die. Midvalley wasn’t remotely ready. Legato only bowed his head when Knives sent him a warm thought. ~Eden will only be for us~ he jus hoped Legato didn’t take it the wrong way.