Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Temptation ❯ Temptation ( One-Shot )

Peggi-Hey everyone! This is technically my first ever Trigun fic, and the first time I've ever centered anything around Legato or Knives. (I made a dating quiz that revolved around Vash, but I don't really know much about Knives, let alone Legato). My apologies if I'm not very good at keeping them (especially Legato) in character. So sue me if they're not, I don't watch enough Trigun lolz. . .don't really sue me. . .that was a figure of speech. But if you DO sue me, I hope you enjoy the pocket lint you'll get, cuz that's all I own. In other words, I don't own Trigun. Please PLEASE review this and tell me what you think. I have low self-esteem for this fic!

TEMPTATION

Rated NC-17 for sexual content. Contains (mention of) solo, PWP, and shounen-ai. If you don't like any of the things above, please read no further. If you don't mind any of that, then by all means, do enjoy! POV of Legato Bluesummers.

I don't know what I was feeling at the very moment I opened the door. Slight worry, I suppose. Only Kni- I mean only the master could cause such feelings inside of me, such as worry and fear. He was the only being in the universe that could threaten me with his extreme powers. He was a god. And I was a mere spider, one which both he and I knew must be squished.

Had the master known what I had been doing? Moments ago, was in my room, alone, jerking myself off, and wishing so badly that it was not my own hand, no correction. That it was not Vash's hand, that was touching me so erotically. I wished my master were in the room with me, bringing me to a climax, touching me all over my body. The only man I would ever allow to touch me like that. Knives Millions. My master. My god.

I doubt the master would approve of my actions moments before. The actions in my room. Using his brothers arm for such an immoral, in his opinion, act. But I simply could not help myself. The touch from Vash's hand was the closest thing I would ever feel to my master touching me.

I walked into the room, hiding all emotion from him, or at least I tried. But he knew me. he knew me all too well.

"Legato, what are you?"

"A human. A human, master. That is what I am. A worthless being which must eventually be crushed, in order for the butterflies to survive. I am just a human."

He smirked at my answer, striding with such grace and, dare I say, beauty, towards me. he was merely feet away from me, smirking with those lips. . .lips which I wanted so badly to taste. I wanted to taste him, all of him. For him to taste me. I must have been lost in thought, because I heard him calling to me, impatiently. . .lost so deep in thought.

He was so close to me, I could feel his breath, and he was staring at me with those eyes. . .those beautiful eyes. I wanted him right then and there, wanted him so badly it was hurting. It was then or never. I have never been a man to take the advance, nor a man to show my emotions, but I simply could not resist. If he struck me dead, at least I wouldn't have died without one truly happy memory. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. . .his petal soft lips. The lips of a god. My kiss lasted for only a few seconds, and then I pulled back, shutting my eyes, hoping that that would help shut some of the pain off. The pain from his attack. He advanced on me, and advanced he did. But it simply wasn't the sort of advance I had been expecting. He wrapped his arms around my neck and crushed his lips against mine. In my surprise, I yelped, giving him the perfect chance to slip his soft, warm tongue into my mouth. I was still trying to comprehend what had just happened, but purely out of instinct, I wrapped my arms around his waist. His hands were in back of my head, and he pulled my face closer to his, deepening the kiss.

None of the daydreams, none of my self pleasuring, none of it could add up to the feeling, the emotions I was going through from this one simple kiss. His hips were pressed against mine, and as if I wasn't hard enough at that moment, it was worsened when I felt that he, too, was sporting a fairly hard erection. I wanted him right then and there. But I knew it was too much to ask from the master.

His tongue searched every last part of my mouth, tasting me, memorizing every last centimeter of it, and I was doing the same to him. God he tasted so wonderful. His hands moved from the back of my head to my chest, and he got a good grip on the sides of my trench coat and pulled me closer to him, pressing his erection against mine. Even through the material of our clothes, I felt a jolt of electric passion coursing through my veins.

"M-master. . ." I whimpered

when I had whimpered, I had slightly broken our kiss, and this displeased him. He bit my lip, causing me to yelp a bit, and he continued his attack on my mouth, his kiss very forceful. I could taste the blood that was coming from my lip where he had bitten me, and realized that he was tasting it. Perhaps it was the taste of the blood that did it, but I could feel his erection getting harder. I was very uncomfortable in my clothes, and I assumed that he, too, wanted to strip out of his clothes and feel the freedom of-. . .oh that feels good. . .the master began kissing my neck, licking his way to my ear.

He began gently biting on my earlobe, a weak spot for me, and my knees almost gave in, but I was able to stand. Of course, when he whispered to me, I almost completely collapsed.

"Legato, I want to fuck you."

His whisper, his breath against my ear, his request. . .or was it an order? caused me to shiver, not from fear, but from absolute delight. I looked into his eyes, which were now glazed over with lust.

"But I will only do this, if it is what you want also."

I didn't quite know how to reply to that. Of course it is what I wanted! I have wanted this since the first day I met the man! The god! I wanted him so badly! Perhaps he read my mind and was simply repeating my thoughts, or perhaps it was genuine, but-

"Legato, truthfully, I have wanted this for a long time now. I have wanted to take you. To be inside of you. To-"

Oh the pressure inside of my clothes was building up and I couldn't wait any longer. We were in the `library' of the house, so the only place we could possibly take this moment to, was the table, which I took advantage of. He had moved us so that he had his back to the table, so when he began his `speech' about wanting me, I had switched out positions so that I was the one against the table. I pulled him towards me, and leaned back so that I was now halfway onto the table. I scooted further up, so that my entire body was on the table, and the master smirked at me.

"Eagar for this, are we?" he mocked.

"Well, if you aren't as excited as I am, then I guess we just won't. . ." I began sliding off the table, and he placed his hands roughly on my shoulders and slammed me back, so that I was, once again, lying on the table. He began kissing my lips and neck again, all the while, removing my trench coat. Unfortunately, this was one of those very few times I wished I didn't have so many belts, trinkets, and other items on my coat. Unless they were removed first, the coat couldn't be removed. The same went for my pants; I had a few belts on them as well.

"Damn it, Legato. What in the hell do you need all of these things for, anyway?!"

"Oh, you don't think they're sexy?" I teased, wanting them off, just as badly as he did.

"Yes. They are sexy, but they are annoying as HELL!"

I could tell that the master was having. . .difficulty in removing them. I couldn't help but giggle at the frustrated look on his face. We were both horny as hell, just wanted to fuck, and he couldn't take my clothes off. I was used to taking them off on a daily basis, so I was most likely more experienced at removing them. I sat up, the master sliding off of my waist onto my lap, which didn't really help my erection any, and I couldn't help but moan slightly. He gave me a questioning look, but removed his body from mine when I began to unfasten one of the belts.

I removed all of the trinkets and belts, and decided to just remove the rest of my clothes while I was at it. It only took me about a minute to completely rid myself of my clothes, and when I turned back to the master, I almost had an orgasm right then and there. While I had been removing my clothes, he, too, had take the time to remove his clothes also, and was lying on the table, propping his head up with his hand.

His body. . .it was so perfect. I almost felt ashamed of my own, and felt the need to cover myself. His skin was a beautiful color, completely perfect, not a single scratch. Perfect.

I was more to his side, than anything else. I wanted to just stare at him forever. Stare at his beauty. But we had other things to do, besides stare at each other. I expected him to get off of the table and allow me to get on instead, but he didn't. instead, my heart skipped a beat, as he began to open his legs. His feet were flat on the table, down so that his knees were slightly bent, and he opened his legs and they were almost flat against the table on the sides.

"Change of plans, Legato."

Oh god. . .if he was teasing me at that exact moment, I swore to myself, I would kill him. Literally. I climbed up, my hands on either side of his head, and I looked into his eyes.

"You. . .want me to. . ." I wasn't really sure if he was serious yet, and I was afraid of taking action until I was positive this was what he wanted.

"Fuck me." was all he said.

I kissed him roughly, and tried so hard not to just fuck him senseless, no regard towards preparing him. But I knew better than to hurt him. And I wouldn't want to hurt him, in any case. I wasn't sure what we could use as lubrication, and he seemed to sense my worry. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand towards his lips, and pulled three of my fingers into his mouth using his tongue. We kept eye contact the entire time he sucked on my fingers, and during that time, I wished it were not my fingers he was sucking on. . .because of the tension at the moment, the need, the longing, I caught myself grinding our erections together.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, he released my fingers, and kissed my lips gently, before I moved myself to lower regions of his body. I positioned myself between his legs and as I inserted my first finger into him, I kissed up and down his arousal, trying to take away as much of the discomfort as I could. I took the tip of his erection into my free-hand and licked away the pre-cum that was forming, and began sliding my finger in and out of him. After I was sure he was ready for a second finger, I inserted it, giving his rock-hard cock a suck, just to take away any pain that he might feel. I heard him whimper a bit, and I wasn't sure if I had hurt him or not, but right now I wasn't too concerned with that. After I had inserted my third finger and was positive he was stretched out enough, I went back up to meet his face. He was breathing heavily already, and I positioned myself at his entrance. I waited for a few seconds, still not so sure he wanted this, but got my answer.

"Go on, Legato. . ." he choked out between labored breaths.

I didn't give a second thought as I slammed into him, and he arched back, a half-controlled scream coming from his mouth. I was afraid I had hurt him. I shouldn't have slammed into him like that. . .but then I realized. . .I hadn't hurt him at all. . .direct hit. I pulled out and aimed for the same spot I had hit the first time I slammed into him, and sure enough, I made another direct hit to his prostate. I began moving in and out of him at a fairly good pace, every so often, kissing his lips, his neck, when I would pull out enough, I would even kiss his chest. I tried to keep as much eye contact as I could with him, but it was becoming difficult. In all of the daydreams and scenario-plays I had done, I had never been the one on top. Never. I felt the sweat running down my body, I was becoming so hot. . .so hot. . .I knew I was approaching an orgasm, and the master knew too. But he had other plans. . .it most likely would have only taken a few more rough slams into his body. . .just a few more, and I would have had an orgasm, but he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me downwards, so roughly, that it stopped my thrusts into him.

I stared, confused, and desperately needing release, and here he was, STOPPING ME! I tried pulling out, but he pulled tighter on me. this caused me to roughly hit his prostate and he gasped, arching back a bit, and I laughed inwardly at this. . .I would go almost as far as saying he deserved it. I couldn't figure out, at first, why he had stopped me, but when he began maneuvering our bodies, it all made sense. He wanted me to take him in the beginning for my own pleasure. . .he wanted me to be happy. But when we reached our orgasms, he wanted to be the one doing the fucking. I was still too far gone to speak, so all I did was nod and pull out of him.

The pressure was becoming so bad, I needed release right then and there. The master pushed three of his fingers into my mouth, and I knew what to do. When he pulled his fingers out of my mouth, he began kissing me, not searching for long before finding his target and inserting two fingers to start. And damn, it really hurt. But I didn't really care. As long as it was the master, pain did not matter. A few moments of prepping, and I was ready. He entered me slowly, possibly to tease me, or possibly because he didn't want to hurt me. I will assume it was the second option. He pulled out of me slowly, and went back in a bit faster than the first time. He made a direct hit on my sweet spot, but this going slow shit he was doing was driving me crazy!

"M-master. . .harder. . .please. . .FASTER!"

he kissed my lips and whispered into my ear "if I go any faster, I will lose control. I don't want to hurt you."

"GOD PLEASE FASTER! IF YOU'RE GOING TO FUCK ME, GO FASTER!"

I couldn't control myself. My whole body was aching, needing to release, and he was going so slowly. . .he was going slowly. He had picked up his pace, slamming into me. each time he would slam into me, it would cause me to loose my breath, and I tried desperately to keep up with his pace, but it was not humanly possible. Needn't I remind you, I am merely human, and he was a god. A butterfly. I was a spider and he was a-

I lost the last self control I had, as he took hold of my erection and pumped it violently in rhythm with the thrusts. I lost all memory of real words from the English dictionary, aside from the words `fuck' and `god yes'. Come to think of it, I'm not so sure `fuck' would be in the dictionary. . .

Flashes of white were crossing my eyes, and I couldn't think. He was pounding into me, hitting my sweet spot every time, pumping me hard. I simply couldn't take it anymore. So I gave up trying to hold back. A wave of absolute pleasure crossed my body as my impending orgasm finally came. Hot cum exploded onto our stomachs and onto his hand, and my whole body tightened up.

"KNIVES! OH GOD KNIVES!" was all I could say as my body gave in to the pleasure.

A few more thrusts into me, and he came as well, exploding deep inside of me, and collapsing onto the empty space on the table to my side. I recovered from my orgasm seconds before he did, and wasn't sure what I should do next. Now that he had gotten what he wanted, would he want me to leave the room? Not speak to him? Had I merely been an object of pleasure, or had-

My thoughts were cut off, as he turned me around and our lips met in a gentle, passion-filled kiss.

"You forgot to call me master." He informed me.

it was true. In the midst of my completely pleasurable moment, I had lost all consciousness of my thoughts, and had called him Knives instead of master. Surely now, I would be punished, but. . .

"Ever since my brother and I came to this planet, I have allowed only him to call me Knives. I despise the way it sounds, coming from the mouths of. . .HUMANS. disgusting. And yet. . ." he pressed his lips against mine again. "Say it again. . ."

I stared into his eyes, speechless. Was he tricking me?

"Legato, I'm serious. I want you to say my name again. . .I. . .I like the way it sounds. . .when you say my name. you have such a beautiful voice and I. . ."

I didn't let him finish his sentence. "Knives. Knives, I have wanted this evening from the first time I met you. Knives, when I am around you, I feel as though everything is perfect in my world."

He smiled. . .something I had never seen him do. He slid off of the table and picked me up with one arm under my knees and the other behind my shoulder-blades. Bridal fashion, I suppose you could say. He was so strong. . .

He carried me into the next room, which conveniently, just so happened to be his bedroom, and laid me down on the bed. He pulled the covers over me and crawled in next to me, pulling me close to him, and wrapping his arms around me. my back was facing him, and he nuzzled his face into my neck, taking in a deep breath.

"Legato, I hate humans. And yet, something about you. It is difficult for me to explain, but. . .but I am in love with you. You are not like the rest of the humans. In fact, I know I used to constantly tell you that you are human, but inside, my mind would scream for me to tell you how I truly feel. Legato Bluesummers, I want for you to be with me forever and for always."

The temptation to tell him that I now belonged to him, not just as a master and servant, but as lovers, was overwhelming. The temptation. The temptation. But, as all good things must do, this had to come to an end. It had to end before I was beaten.

"Legato are you listening to me?" he asked me.

"I am sorry, Master." I replied, trying to hide the embarrassment.

"Must I repeat myself, yet again?" he asked me.

"Yes. Please repeat yourself. My apologies, master." I replied.

"I agreed with you. I said, you are just a human. A worthless being which must eventually be crushed, in order for the butterflies to survive."

I nodded. That is NOT what I wanted to hear. My daydream had not been very long, but it had been wonderful. If only things were so simple. I laughed inwardly at the thought of me kissing the master right now. He would kill me for sure! Only in my daydreams.

"It is time, Legato." The master informed me. "do you know what your mission is?" he questioned.

"To make Vash the stampede suffer for all eternity."

"Good. Now go."

"Yes, master."

That will have been the last time I see the master. The crowd of my mind slaves is behind him, shooting at the women who I know Vash will kill me to save. Meryl and Millie, I believe their names are. I repeatedly tell Vash that my life is meaningless. And it is. I am but a mere human.

As Vash pulls the trigger on the gun, right before I die, only one thing crosses my mind.

`I love you, Knives. . .I love you. . .'

NORMAL POV:

As Legato fell, dead, to the ground, Vash stared, horrified at the sight. The blood was pooling now, around Legato's head. . .Vash ran towards his friends, and eventually, they all managed to leave. Only one remained. Legato's body? No. the man who had witnessed the entire scene from a secret location. He climbed down from the cliff, and walked up to the body. He ran two fingers through the pool of blood, and turned Legato's face, so that he could stare into his eyes. . .his eyes. . .they weren't the way they were before. The beautiful golden color that drew him into an erection every time he looked into them. He had wanted to be with him for so long now. To feel their lips touch, to spend hours at night, making love. . .it was too bad things had to be this way.

He tried to hold back, but couldn't. a tear fell to Legato's cheek. The man stood. He looked down at Legato, holding back the urge to kiss him, but holding it back simply didn't work. He bent down one last time and kissed his lips, finding them still faintly warm. He began walking away, and then thought of the last line Legato had said to him.

"Yes, master." Played in his mind.

He turned back to Legato's body, and the temptation to finally say what was on his mind, took over. "Call me Knives."

END!

Peggi-So? What did you think? *sweatdrop* did I forget to mention that there was a bit of angst, possible fluff, and a pitiful excuse for ironic romance thrown into the mix? Oops. Oh well. I know it wasn't very good, but I tried really hard. . .please tell me what you thought. My confidence for this fic is VERY bad, and I really could use some reviews, because honestly. . .I thought it sucked.