Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ The Fly ❯ Legato ( Prologue )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Lady Aoi 
Legato's Side of the Encounter.
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 795 | Status: Completed
Legato's Side of the Encounter.
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 795 | Status: Completed
The Fly
A Trigun Fan Fic
by
Lady Aoi
Summary: Knives plays a new game with Legato.
Rating: NC-17. Yaoi, PWP, angst, violence (it is Knives, after all O.o;;)
Spoilers: Yeah, you have to know who Knives' brother is, so pretty far into the series.
Notes: Eheheh...it's been awhile since I last saw Trigun in its entirety, so if Legato seems a bit rusty, please forgive me. R and R (read CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM NOT FLAMES!) is especially appreciated this time around (isn't it always with me?) so please let me know what's what ^_^. And again, this is yaoi, which means two men getting it on, so if that offends you or if you're underage, there's a little thing in the top corner of your browser called a back button. Incidentally, words in *~ ~* indicate thoughts.
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Vash the Stampede.
Were it not for my Master's behest, I would flay the skin from his body and let him die in the sun gazing at his own twisted insides. Nightly, the betrayal of his ridiculous pacifism sends my Master into increasingly violent rages that leave him drained by morning. Rages which He takes out upon my back, my chest, my hands...my mouth... until I am an open wound, as pungent and crimson as the blood I would like my quarry to stain his own hands withal.
As I climb the staircase to my Master's chamber, I swear I can still taste it. The final kiss my Master gave me the night the Gale failed his task. No doubt he will give the same to me tonight, now that the Cyclops has failed in hers. I touch my tongue to my lower lip to see if the wound remains. The faint taste of salt and copper I find there reminds me that the Cyclops' fate is sealed. The Hornfreak will certainly string both her and the Gale's corpses from the highest building he can find come noon. The thought of her death, and of the death the Hornfreak will probably meet before this game is over... does not thrill me. Human death has always been a comfort to me, as much as a well cooked hot dog or the mellow darkness that comes before the oblivion of sleep. But as for pleasure, I take no such thing in the destruction of life. Like my body, my mind and my soul (if indeed those ridiculous myths are true and humans posses such a worthless thing), my pleasure belongs solely to my Master. I express it only when it pleases Him.
I stand outside His door for a moment. My Master is busy within... at a task that does not concern me. And so, I wait for Him to summon me. When He does, His voice inside my head sends shivers of delight down my spine.
*~You have returned at last, Legato.~*
*~Yes, Master.~* His voice... that charming, dark voice is enough to make my heart pound faster. That peculiar edge though... that peculiar edge in His voice was enough to make me His the day we met... and to keep me loyal to Him and Him alone. Does He realize I would tear the Universe apart just to hear Him whisper my name...
*~Legato.~*
*~Yes, Master?~*
*~Do not keep me waiting. Enter.~*
As I open the door, I inwardly curse myself for my careless indulgence.
*~Forgive me, Master. I will not delay in answering You again.~*
*~Be certain you keep that promise,~* He says, rising from His chair. Immediately, I avert my gaze and kneel before Him, head bowed. I allow only the smallest glance through my hair as He approaches. Even through this steel-blue curtain, I can make out His features. His tall, slender form... His pale hair... and His eyes...
"Was the Cyclops successful?"
I wonder briefly why He needs to ask. Those eyes never fail to pierce through me, into my deepest thoughts. He must know the truth, and yet He questions me...it must give Him pleasure, that is the only explanation why such a perfect being would ever ask such a flawed and worthless creature as I what He already knows. And to please Him, I answer.
"No, Master."
His eyes flicker with something that makes my shoulders shake in anticipation and dread. It is only a flicker, however... and then His eyes are their usual two icy pools.
"I see." My heart pounds in the silence that follows. And then, He orders me.
"Undress yourself."
"Master," keeping my head bowed, I rise and begin removing my coat. The first time He ordered me to do this, my hands shook and I was too slow. He accused me of undressing like a common human whore and beat me so hard I could barely walk for the next week. I will never displease Him like that again. And so, I make fast work of the rest of my clothing and soon I am naked before Him.
"Come here."
This is not a time to be fast, however... this is when my Master begins His game... pleasuring Him begins the moment I take my first slow forward... and when I have taken three, He grabs my wrist and pulls me against Him so hard that my body shakes.
Today is no exception.
He next digs his hand into my hair and pulls my head up until the back of my neck snaps slightly. I am not to look at Him now. I am never to raise my eyes to Him, and so I turn them to study His feet as He screams.
"How long will it be until you bring my brother to his senses?! How long, Legato?!"
I am not expected to answer, but I am expected to try. "Master, I --"
This is when He hits me with enough force to turn my head. I am expected to remain silent after that as He berates me for my incompetence, for my ingratitude, for my stupidity and unworthiness... I take this all silently... it is but foreplay... a prelude to the pleasure my Master will feel in minutes. I know this phase has begun when He pushes me to the floor. Sometimes, I will not expect this and fall clumsily, thereby scraping my hands and knees and splaying myself out haphazardly. I know when He berates me for my clumsiness and compares my spread legs to those of a human whore that I have pleased Him. And for this reason, I always make certain not to anticipate this first true move of His game.
When I am on the floor, I never know what the rules will be. Some nights He kicks me until my ribs buckle before taking me, and some nights He begins right away. Tonight, however, it seems He has something different planned because nothing happens. I merely lie on my stomach, listening to His harsh breathing.
"You are too free with your thoughts tonight, Legato."
Despite myself I blink in surprise and turn my head back, remembering only at the last minute to keep my eyes averted. My near fatal mistake, however, only seems to anger Him more, because He then screams --
"How dare you, you worthless creature?! After every way you've failed me tonight, how dare you think such a thing?!"
I am... uncertain what to do now, and my uncertainty forces me to make another error.
"Master?"
"Silence!" Involuntarily, I gasp as the toe of His boot smashes into my side, causing a rib to bend inwards and snap.
"Is this what you truly feel, slave? Speak!"
"This, Master?" I wince as my ribs crunch again.
"Do you fancy that you love me?"
.... Love?!?
"Get up!"
As I slowly pull myself to my feet, it's difficult for me to tell which is harder to do now. To avoid holding my side or to keep my legs from shaking...
...or to fight the fire that spreads across my face.
Beyond the blue darkness of my hair, my Master laughs. I can hear Him, feel Him circling me... His eyes boring into my naked body. But this is not the gaze of lust I am used to feeling when we are in this position. My Master is not pleased with me...less pleased than ever...and His laugh is not the only thing that tells me so.
"Oh, Legato. Did you honestly think I would ever return these sickening feelings of yours? That I would debase myself by caring for you?"
"Master..."
"Answer Me!!!"
I... I do not understand what my Master is speaking about. Love Him... I am ... the hotness spreads across my face and involuntarily I raise my hand to touch it. What can my Master mean? I am merely a human being like the rest of those parasites who roam the face of this planet. Only His presence, only His permission to allow me to serve Him... these things alone make my existence even remotely useful. Without them, I would be worthy only to meet extinction by His hands.
But oh... those hands...how I welcome anything they give me...
*~Precicely, Legato.~* He laughs out loud as I start at the sound of His voice in my mind. *~And that is why I will never see you as anything more than an animated piece of meat. If I chose to kill you tonight, you would gleefully welcome your death. And I could as easily find another one of your worthless kind to ... serve me. And in every way I desire, too..~*
*~Yes, Master. I live only for Your pleasure.~*
*~And yet, you desire my love, don't you, my Legato...~* His arm winds around my waist with surprising gentleness.
*~I -- I desire only Your pleasure, Master...~*
He chuckles as His hand slides between my legs. I gasp as cupped fingers caress the hardness they find there *~If that was your sole desire, Legato, then why do you tremble at my touch? Surely you also derive pleasure from our...encouters.~*
*~Master...~* Again, my side aches with my drawn breath as He touches me. I do not know what to think. My Master has never played His game like this... until tonight, He would simply beat me, take me, and then leave... but now...
"Legato....why can't you just admit it to me?" I shudder as His hot breath caresses my ear. My own breathing comes faster as His lips then trail soft kisses down my neck to my collar bone. His short hair... His pale golden hair that always smells faintly of ozone and sand brushes lightly across my face, and the hotness across my cheeks increases in time with the hotness dancing across my stomach....and through the swelling between my legs.
"Don't lie, Legato... isn't this what you have always wanted... my tenderness, my attention... a reward for your hard work?"
Master....
"What if I were to overlook your mistakes tonight, Legato? What if I were to take you to my own bed, turn you onto your back, and make love to you all night long?"
"M--master...." my knees nearly buckle as my head moves back to rest against His shoulder. He must like this, because He leans around to suck at the nape of my neck. "If -- if it would please you... I would do anything...."
"Then admit it, Legato...admit that you love me...."
"I...." Love. Years ago, when my Master first brought me to live with Him, I had renounced that word as mere human foolishness, yet another reason why creatures like me should be purged from this planet. Their 'love' lead them to do stupid things. It lead them to harm themselves, to suffer needlessly for those whose indifference and infidelity would only hurt them even more. Love is certainly humanity's most dangerous and disgusting weapon... and yet... I am human, too... and just as degraded as the rest of the maggots that crawl beneath this world's suns... how can I possibly think that I could escape this emotion? And if I admit to my own weakness, my own depravity...I know this will please my Master...
"I... I love you, Master..."
"Again, Legato."
"I love you, my Master..."
"Mhh...Legato..." He whispers, tightening His grip around my waist. "My beautiful Legato..."
"Master! You -- " He cannot say this! I am nothing. I am his slave. I am...but...how His gentle touch makes my head swim...
"And you say you desire only what I desire..."
"Yes, Master..."
"Then promise me you will experience pleasure tonight, my beautiful Legato...for your own sake... for your own enjoyment..."
"But..."
"Have you not promised to do what I wish?"
"...." It is all I can do to nod as His hand begins stroking harder. "Ahh...M--master..."
"Do you like this, my Legato?"
*~Yes, Master....~*
"And this?" He whispers, trailing His free hand slowly up my chest.
"Ahh!! Master!"
*~And this?~* His slender fingers cup my chin and turn my face toward Him. "Look at me, my Legato..."
Slowly, I raise my head until our eyes meet. My Master has the most perfect face. Paler than moonlight on the desert sands and His eyes...I can see myself reflected in His eyes. And for a moment, I become a young boy again. The young boy left out in the desert to die for the so-called crime of killing the worms that crawl this planet.
My Master chuckles lightly and runs his finger along one of my eyebrows. *~Even before we met, you were already doing my work, Legato. Even without knowing it, you were a good servant...~* He caresses my cheek gently for another moment before pulling me forward.
As our lips meet in the most gentle kiss He has ever given me, my legs finally give way. And in moments, I am clinging to Him with my arms wrapped around His perfect waist and my back and neck straining upwards to receive that kiss for as long as He is willing to give it. At last, He ends the kiss and wraps His arms around my shoulders, pressing my head gently into His stomach. He chuckles lightly as I burrow into His warmth and lightly runs a hand through my hair.
"But you see, Legato," he murmurs. "You have not been a good servant today. You have once again failed to bring my wayward brother back to me... the brother whose arm, fool that I was, I once gave you as a reward for your faithfulness." His hand drops to my shoulder and pushes it roughly. Immediately, I release Him and slide onto my knees, my head instinctively bowing again as I realize, too late, the game my Master has been playing tonight.
"You worthless creature. How can you possibly think I would ever allow you to take His place? How could you think, even for a moment, that I would reward you by making you My equal? Answer me!"
"I -- I expected nothing from you, Master!"
"Liar!" He roughly backhands me, sending me tumbling onto my side.
"Master--!"
'Silence!" I cry out as his hands wrap around my throat and begin to squeeze. "You shameless creature! You have the arrogance to think yourself My equal? To desire the love that belongs to Vash and to Vash alone?!"
"M--" the world shudders with a thousand lights as He slams the back of my head into the ground. In my panic, I look up into my Master's eyes. They are cold now with an anger that shakes me to my core. And when my Master next speaks, His voice makes the blood freeze in my veins.
"You are going to get your wish tonight, Legato. You are going to lie on your back as I make love to you in exactly the way you deserve." With that, He slams my head into the ground again and releases my throat. As I gasp and cough to refill my lungs, He grabs my knees and painfully throws my legs open.
"Master...." I am surprised at the sound of my own voice. It sounds almost as if I may be crying. "Please, I never meant to --"
The pain that tears through my abdomen then is enough to silence me.
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I do not know how long my Master takes His pleasure tonight. I only know that my screams and cries serve only to please Him more. He tells me this as He tears into me while demanding that I look at Him, and that I repeat the first move of His game with every thrust, with every bite, with every nail that rakes across my chest.
"I love you...Master... I love you.... I love you....."
And I want this. I want Him to take His pleasure, to take out His anger at His brother on my arms, my chest, my back, my hips, my legs, and my lips which He plunders again and again. This is all I want from Him... this pleases me too... my pleasure is His...I have no right to ask for anything more....
With a few final thrusts, He is finished. Spent, He collapses against my chest. For a moment, the sound of our ragged breathing is the only thing I can hear. And then He leans up and kisses me. When our lips part, the familiar taste of copper pours over my tongue.
My Master rises from me. I hear the sound of a zipper, and then my clothes land in a bundle on my stomach.
"Dress yourself and get out. The sight of you sickens me."
"Yes, Master," I murmur. But I lie there, disobediently listening to His footsteps retreat until the sound of a closing door silences them altogether.
I lie there for a moment, watching a fly crawl across the floor. It dips its feelers into a small puddle of blood that pools near my shoulder. I reach out a shaking hand and crush it beneath my thumb.
It takes me a moment to right myself, and when I am on my feet, I look down at my body. I will have to wash and dress my wounds carefully tonight. Although I am, thankfully, a fast healer, if I do not take care of myself, I will be in no position to meet the next Gun in the morning. What is his name again? E.G. Mines, I believe. Heh. Another brainless idiot who will most likely fail me...
Perhaps I will kill Him tomorrow and complete His mission myself.
Vash the Stampede... I think of him again as I painfully dress and leave my Master's study. Were it not for my Master's...love for you, I would tear you open and show you your own beating heart before you died.
But for once, this thought is not enough to distract me from the familiar wetness that streaks my bruised face.
A Trigun Fan Fic
by
Lady Aoi
Summary: Knives plays a new game with Legato.
Rating: NC-17. Yaoi, PWP, angst, violence (it is Knives, after all O.o;;)
Spoilers: Yeah, you have to know who Knives' brother is, so pretty far into the series.
Notes: Eheheh...it's been awhile since I last saw Trigun in its entirety, so if Legato seems a bit rusty, please forgive me. R and R (read CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM NOT FLAMES!) is especially appreciated this time around (isn't it always with me?) so please let me know what's what ^_^. And again, this is yaoi, which means two men getting it on, so if that offends you or if you're underage, there's a little thing in the top corner of your browser called a back button. Incidentally, words in *~ ~* indicate thoughts.
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Vash the Stampede.
Were it not for my Master's behest, I would flay the skin from his body and let him die in the sun gazing at his own twisted insides. Nightly, the betrayal of his ridiculous pacifism sends my Master into increasingly violent rages that leave him drained by morning. Rages which He takes out upon my back, my chest, my hands...my mouth... until I am an open wound, as pungent and crimson as the blood I would like my quarry to stain his own hands withal.
As I climb the staircase to my Master's chamber, I swear I can still taste it. The final kiss my Master gave me the night the Gale failed his task. No doubt he will give the same to me tonight, now that the Cyclops has failed in hers. I touch my tongue to my lower lip to see if the wound remains. The faint taste of salt and copper I find there reminds me that the Cyclops' fate is sealed. The Hornfreak will certainly string both her and the Gale's corpses from the highest building he can find come noon. The thought of her death, and of the death the Hornfreak will probably meet before this game is over... does not thrill me. Human death has always been a comfort to me, as much as a well cooked hot dog or the mellow darkness that comes before the oblivion of sleep. But as for pleasure, I take no such thing in the destruction of life. Like my body, my mind and my soul (if indeed those ridiculous myths are true and humans posses such a worthless thing), my pleasure belongs solely to my Master. I express it only when it pleases Him.
I stand outside His door for a moment. My Master is busy within... at a task that does not concern me. And so, I wait for Him to summon me. When He does, His voice inside my head sends shivers of delight down my spine.
*~You have returned at last, Legato.~*
*~Yes, Master.~* His voice... that charming, dark voice is enough to make my heart pound faster. That peculiar edge though... that peculiar edge in His voice was enough to make me His the day we met... and to keep me loyal to Him and Him alone. Does He realize I would tear the Universe apart just to hear Him whisper my name...
*~Legato.~*
*~Yes, Master?~*
*~Do not keep me waiting. Enter.~*
As I open the door, I inwardly curse myself for my careless indulgence.
*~Forgive me, Master. I will not delay in answering You again.~*
*~Be certain you keep that promise,~* He says, rising from His chair. Immediately, I avert my gaze and kneel before Him, head bowed. I allow only the smallest glance through my hair as He approaches. Even through this steel-blue curtain, I can make out His features. His tall, slender form... His pale hair... and His eyes...
"Was the Cyclops successful?"
I wonder briefly why He needs to ask. Those eyes never fail to pierce through me, into my deepest thoughts. He must know the truth, and yet He questions me...it must give Him pleasure, that is the only explanation why such a perfect being would ever ask such a flawed and worthless creature as I what He already knows. And to please Him, I answer.
"No, Master."
His eyes flicker with something that makes my shoulders shake in anticipation and dread. It is only a flicker, however... and then His eyes are their usual two icy pools.
"I see." My heart pounds in the silence that follows. And then, He orders me.
"Undress yourself."
"Master," keeping my head bowed, I rise and begin removing my coat. The first time He ordered me to do this, my hands shook and I was too slow. He accused me of undressing like a common human whore and beat me so hard I could barely walk for the next week. I will never displease Him like that again. And so, I make fast work of the rest of my clothing and soon I am naked before Him.
"Come here."
This is not a time to be fast, however... this is when my Master begins His game... pleasuring Him begins the moment I take my first slow forward... and when I have taken three, He grabs my wrist and pulls me against Him so hard that my body shakes.
Today is no exception.
He next digs his hand into my hair and pulls my head up until the back of my neck snaps slightly. I am not to look at Him now. I am never to raise my eyes to Him, and so I turn them to study His feet as He screams.
"How long will it be until you bring my brother to his senses?! How long, Legato?!"
I am not expected to answer, but I am expected to try. "Master, I --"
This is when He hits me with enough force to turn my head. I am expected to remain silent after that as He berates me for my incompetence, for my ingratitude, for my stupidity and unworthiness... I take this all silently... it is but foreplay... a prelude to the pleasure my Master will feel in minutes. I know this phase has begun when He pushes me to the floor. Sometimes, I will not expect this and fall clumsily, thereby scraping my hands and knees and splaying myself out haphazardly. I know when He berates me for my clumsiness and compares my spread legs to those of a human whore that I have pleased Him. And for this reason, I always make certain not to anticipate this first true move of His game.
When I am on the floor, I never know what the rules will be. Some nights He kicks me until my ribs buckle before taking me, and some nights He begins right away. Tonight, however, it seems He has something different planned because nothing happens. I merely lie on my stomach, listening to His harsh breathing.
"You are too free with your thoughts tonight, Legato."
Despite myself I blink in surprise and turn my head back, remembering only at the last minute to keep my eyes averted. My near fatal mistake, however, only seems to anger Him more, because He then screams --
"How dare you, you worthless creature?! After every way you've failed me tonight, how dare you think such a thing?!"
I am... uncertain what to do now, and my uncertainty forces me to make another error.
"Master?"
"Silence!" Involuntarily, I gasp as the toe of His boot smashes into my side, causing a rib to bend inwards and snap.
"Is this what you truly feel, slave? Speak!"
"This, Master?" I wince as my ribs crunch again.
"Do you fancy that you love me?"
.... Love?!?
"Get up!"
As I slowly pull myself to my feet, it's difficult for me to tell which is harder to do now. To avoid holding my side or to keep my legs from shaking...
...or to fight the fire that spreads across my face.
Beyond the blue darkness of my hair, my Master laughs. I can hear Him, feel Him circling me... His eyes boring into my naked body. But this is not the gaze of lust I am used to feeling when we are in this position. My Master is not pleased with me...less pleased than ever...and His laugh is not the only thing that tells me so.
"Oh, Legato. Did you honestly think I would ever return these sickening feelings of yours? That I would debase myself by caring for you?"
"Master..."
"Answer Me!!!"
I... I do not understand what my Master is speaking about. Love Him... I am ... the hotness spreads across my face and involuntarily I raise my hand to touch it. What can my Master mean? I am merely a human being like the rest of those parasites who roam the face of this planet. Only His presence, only His permission to allow me to serve Him... these things alone make my existence even remotely useful. Without them, I would be worthy only to meet extinction by His hands.
But oh... those hands...how I welcome anything they give me...
*~Precicely, Legato.~* He laughs out loud as I start at the sound of His voice in my mind. *~And that is why I will never see you as anything more than an animated piece of meat. If I chose to kill you tonight, you would gleefully welcome your death. And I could as easily find another one of your worthless kind to ... serve me. And in every way I desire, too..~*
*~Yes, Master. I live only for Your pleasure.~*
*~And yet, you desire my love, don't you, my Legato...~* His arm winds around my waist with surprising gentleness.
*~I -- I desire only Your pleasure, Master...~*
He chuckles as His hand slides between my legs. I gasp as cupped fingers caress the hardness they find there *~If that was your sole desire, Legato, then why do you tremble at my touch? Surely you also derive pleasure from our...encouters.~*
*~Master...~* Again, my side aches with my drawn breath as He touches me. I do not know what to think. My Master has never played His game like this... until tonight, He would simply beat me, take me, and then leave... but now...
"Legato....why can't you just admit it to me?" I shudder as His hot breath caresses my ear. My own breathing comes faster as His lips then trail soft kisses down my neck to my collar bone. His short hair... His pale golden hair that always smells faintly of ozone and sand brushes lightly across my face, and the hotness across my cheeks increases in time with the hotness dancing across my stomach....and through the swelling between my legs.
"Don't lie, Legato... isn't this what you have always wanted... my tenderness, my attention... a reward for your hard work?"
Master....
"What if I were to overlook your mistakes tonight, Legato? What if I were to take you to my own bed, turn you onto your back, and make love to you all night long?"
"M--master...." my knees nearly buckle as my head moves back to rest against His shoulder. He must like this, because He leans around to suck at the nape of my neck. "If -- if it would please you... I would do anything...."
"Then admit it, Legato...admit that you love me...."
"I...." Love. Years ago, when my Master first brought me to live with Him, I had renounced that word as mere human foolishness, yet another reason why creatures like me should be purged from this planet. Their 'love' lead them to do stupid things. It lead them to harm themselves, to suffer needlessly for those whose indifference and infidelity would only hurt them even more. Love is certainly humanity's most dangerous and disgusting weapon... and yet... I am human, too... and just as degraded as the rest of the maggots that crawl beneath this world's suns... how can I possibly think that I could escape this emotion? And if I admit to my own weakness, my own depravity...I know this will please my Master...
"I... I love you, Master..."
"Again, Legato."
"I love you, my Master..."
"Mhh...Legato..." He whispers, tightening His grip around my waist. "My beautiful Legato..."
"Master! You -- " He cannot say this! I am nothing. I am his slave. I am...but...how His gentle touch makes my head swim...
"And you say you desire only what I desire..."
"Yes, Master..."
"Then promise me you will experience pleasure tonight, my beautiful Legato...for your own sake... for your own enjoyment..."
"But..."
"Have you not promised to do what I wish?"
"...." It is all I can do to nod as His hand begins stroking harder. "Ahh...M--master..."
"Do you like this, my Legato?"
*~Yes, Master....~*
"And this?" He whispers, trailing His free hand slowly up my chest.
"Ahh!! Master!"
*~And this?~* His slender fingers cup my chin and turn my face toward Him. "Look at me, my Legato..."
Slowly, I raise my head until our eyes meet. My Master has the most perfect face. Paler than moonlight on the desert sands and His eyes...I can see myself reflected in His eyes. And for a moment, I become a young boy again. The young boy left out in the desert to die for the so-called crime of killing the worms that crawl this planet.
My Master chuckles lightly and runs his finger along one of my eyebrows. *~Even before we met, you were already doing my work, Legato. Even without knowing it, you were a good servant...~* He caresses my cheek gently for another moment before pulling me forward.
As our lips meet in the most gentle kiss He has ever given me, my legs finally give way. And in moments, I am clinging to Him with my arms wrapped around His perfect waist and my back and neck straining upwards to receive that kiss for as long as He is willing to give it. At last, He ends the kiss and wraps His arms around my shoulders, pressing my head gently into His stomach. He chuckles lightly as I burrow into His warmth and lightly runs a hand through my hair.
"But you see, Legato," he murmurs. "You have not been a good servant today. You have once again failed to bring my wayward brother back to me... the brother whose arm, fool that I was, I once gave you as a reward for your faithfulness." His hand drops to my shoulder and pushes it roughly. Immediately, I release Him and slide onto my knees, my head instinctively bowing again as I realize, too late, the game my Master has been playing tonight.
"You worthless creature. How can you possibly think I would ever allow you to take His place? How could you think, even for a moment, that I would reward you by making you My equal? Answer me!"
"I -- I expected nothing from you, Master!"
"Liar!" He roughly backhands me, sending me tumbling onto my side.
"Master--!"
'Silence!" I cry out as his hands wrap around my throat and begin to squeeze. "You shameless creature! You have the arrogance to think yourself My equal? To desire the love that belongs to Vash and to Vash alone?!"
"M--" the world shudders with a thousand lights as He slams the back of my head into the ground. In my panic, I look up into my Master's eyes. They are cold now with an anger that shakes me to my core. And when my Master next speaks, His voice makes the blood freeze in my veins.
"You are going to get your wish tonight, Legato. You are going to lie on your back as I make love to you in exactly the way you deserve." With that, He slams my head into the ground again and releases my throat. As I gasp and cough to refill my lungs, He grabs my knees and painfully throws my legs open.
"Master...." I am surprised at the sound of my own voice. It sounds almost as if I may be crying. "Please, I never meant to --"
The pain that tears through my abdomen then is enough to silence me.
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I do not know how long my Master takes His pleasure tonight. I only know that my screams and cries serve only to please Him more. He tells me this as He tears into me while demanding that I look at Him, and that I repeat the first move of His game with every thrust, with every bite, with every nail that rakes across my chest.
"I love you...Master... I love you.... I love you....."
And I want this. I want Him to take His pleasure, to take out His anger at His brother on my arms, my chest, my back, my hips, my legs, and my lips which He plunders again and again. This is all I want from Him... this pleases me too... my pleasure is His...I have no right to ask for anything more....
With a few final thrusts, He is finished. Spent, He collapses against my chest. For a moment, the sound of our ragged breathing is the only thing I can hear. And then He leans up and kisses me. When our lips part, the familiar taste of copper pours over my tongue.
My Master rises from me. I hear the sound of a zipper, and then my clothes land in a bundle on my stomach.
"Dress yourself and get out. The sight of you sickens me."
"Yes, Master," I murmur. But I lie there, disobediently listening to His footsteps retreat until the sound of a closing door silences them altogether.
I lie there for a moment, watching a fly crawl across the floor. It dips its feelers into a small puddle of blood that pools near my shoulder. I reach out a shaking hand and crush it beneath my thumb.
It takes me a moment to right myself, and when I am on my feet, I look down at my body. I will have to wash and dress my wounds carefully tonight. Although I am, thankfully, a fast healer, if I do not take care of myself, I will be in no position to meet the next Gun in the morning. What is his name again? E.G. Mines, I believe. Heh. Another brainless idiot who will most likely fail me...
Perhaps I will kill Him tomorrow and complete His mission myself.
Vash the Stampede... I think of him again as I painfully dress and leave my Master's study. Were it not for my Master's...love for you, I would tear you open and show you your own beating heart before you died.
But for once, this thought is not enough to distract me from the familiar wetness that streaks my bruised face.