Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ The Fly ❯ Knives ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Lady Aoi 
Knives' side.
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 649 | Status: Completed
Knives' side.
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 649 | Status: Completed
The Fly
Chapter Two: Spider Web
Summary: Knives' side of the story.
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 Knives 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.
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Legato Bluesummers.
Such an...no. Even that vague word "interesting" fails to describe my faithful servant. In the century I have watched humans rape this planet, I have seen them display every possible kind of illness, evil and perversion. Murderers, idealists, outright psychopaths -- many of whom serve me right now as members of the Gung Ho Guns. Yes, I have seen them all. And I have never been impressed by their cookie-cutter cruelty. Really, it is like watching a puppet drama about the life of god.
But Legato....my Legato is... he is not an opportunist, like the Hornfreak, nor an idealist like the Cyclops, nor is he truly a psychopath. That appellation better fits someone like Hoppered the Gauntlet who begged to have his entire body turned into a living bullet, even though such a transformation was entirely unnecessary to remain in my service. No. Legato Bluesummers is... sometimes I look at his eyes and for a moment I think I am looking at a shooting star. There is no other way to describe him. And yet, this shooting star would shoot the moons out of the sky if he knew I would approve. That is, perhaps, his most ... "interesting" quality. If the old Earth nonsense is true, then he out of all humans failed to learn the disobedience of Adam.
I find that refreshing. After all, did Adam ever allow his god to do the things I have done to my Legato? And yet... I have never looked into Legato's eyes and seen a mere vessel for my most base desires. No. Legato may have served me faithfully for the last nineteen years, but he is hardly an automaton. I may command his voice, but I cannot command his thoughts, even if I am privy to them twenty four hours a day. Ah, yes... while I despise everything about the creatures who crawl across this planet's surface, I must say that their ancestors had some interesting notions of crime, punishment and control. In one old earth book, an author suggested housing prisoners in a glass building so that they may always be observed, and through observation, deterred from any mischief making. Someday, I will construct such a world at the center of my Eden and house the humans there, so that I may derive the same thrill from them that I currently do from my Legato. For although I can see each and every one of his thoughts as clearly as I see my own reflection in a plate of glass, I am never bored with him. On the contrary, each thought that passes through his head is shrouded in mystery... where has it come from, why is he thinking it? What do the jumbled fragments of perception mean when filtered through his mind and into my own? No. The Panopticon that houses Legato's mind has only made my slave that much more of a riddle.
And as with all riddles, I want to unravel him.
I can feel my servant's presence even before he does. He is now climbing the stairs to my chamber and thinking... what I knew hours before he returned. The idealistic Cyclops failed to reach my dear Brother. A fatal error on my part. I should never have allowed someone like her to serve me, even if she, too, wanted to eliminate the spiders to save the butterflies. Never trust the spider's promise to leave the butterfly it has ensnared in its web alone. And speaking of webs, Legato also feels that his failure has ensnared him in a rather interesting web; that of my displeasure. On the one hand, his carelessness has angered me greatly (I do not deny that it has). And on the other, he knows I will take pleasure in punishing him for this transgression (I do not deny that I shall). An interesting conundrum, yes?
He waits outside my door like a dog waiting to be let in from the rain. I let him think I am busy with something else. Let him wait. The waiting is, after all, half of the fun. Finally, I speak to him in our own special way:
*~You have returned at last, Legato.~*
*~Yes, Master.~* He knows I am displeased, yet he makes no excuse to defend himself. These two words are a beautiful confession, as neat and clean as everything about him. Yes, Legato has never minced words. Even when I discovered him abandoned on that sand dune twenty-five years ago, he didn't waste my time. No lengthy explanations of what he was doing out there just a simple, "I need water."
Does he realize this reaction alone meant he would never be free?
He is hesitating. He is thinking of me.
*~Legato.~*
*~Yes, Master?~*
*~Do not keep me waiting. Enter.~*
He curses himself for causing me this... trifle of discomfort and slowly opens the door. Legato Bluesummers has the grace and pride of a lion when in motion, but one would not know that upon looking at him. He is as meek as a kitten before me, dropping to his knees automatically in my presence.
*~Forgive me, Master. I will not delay in answering You again.~*
*~Be certain you keep that promise,~* I tell him as I rise. I know he is watching me, even though his head is bowed. I always know when he watches me, and perhaps he is aware of my knowledge. Yet, we both permit this game to continue.
"Was the Cyclops successful?" Oh, need I even ask?
"No, Master."
"I see." Poor fool, I will not make you wait for me tonight. "Undress yourself."
"Master," Legato may have been frail as a child, but one would not think that when looking at him now. He is still delicate, mind you. Lean, pale, well-sculpted... but fierce, like some strange wild bird. He undresses quickly with the near-machine efficiency I have grown to admire, and soon his usual clothing is nothing more than a heap on the floor.
When he is standing before me, I don't like to waste time. Waiting may be half the pleasure, but that is over now.
"Come here."
I permit Legato to take three steps and three steps alone just to get a look at him. At his chest, his thighs, his slender hips and shoulders. And then I pull him against me with a force that would terrify the spirit out of anyone else. It is not that I have ever had to fight Legato for dominance. In sex, as in all things between us, he is ever my subordinate. And yet, I remind him of his place by wrapping my fingers through his soft steely locks and snapping his head back to bare his pale neck. As he stares down at my feet, I dig my fingers into his scalp and demand an explanation.
"How long will it be until you bring my brother to his senses?! How long, Legato?!"
"Master, I --"
His neck snaps again as I slap the rest of this sentence into silence. And my Legato remains silent as I list his crimes; his incompetence, his disobedience, and his ingratitude for the gift of my Brother's arm, the food and shelter that preserves him, access to my body, even the first sip of water I allowed him on that dusty day nineteen years ago. When I am done with this litany of displeasure, I hurl my servant to the floor. As always, he falls with a slut's grace and opens his legs for me immediately upon impact. As he lies there waiting for me to force my way into him it takes all of my willpower not to do so. But measure, measure, Millions... we are going to play a different game tonight. One I have been waiting for the right time to play with my beautiful, devoted little slave.
"You are too free with your thoughts tonight, Legato." I curtly inform him.
This statement catches him off guard. He turns around to look at me, remembering only at the last possible moment to keep his head lowered. Yes, Legato. I have known about these disgusting fantasies of yours from the night you woke, drenched in sweat and moaning for my touch ten years ago. Do you honestly think you can hide anything from the one who gave you your powers, my beauty?
"How dare you, you worthless creature?! After every way you've failed me tonight, how dare you think such a thing?!"
"Master?" He whimpers, trying to keep himself together. It is too much for me.
"Silence!" Legato lets out a little cry as I kick him in the ribs with enough force to shatter at least a few of them. And although they crunch in complaint, I know I have done no lasting damage. After all, I will need my pet in top shape if we are to play this game correctly.
"Is this what you truly feel, slave? Speak!" I order him.
"This, Master?" Ever the innocent, deferring his own correct perceptions of an obvious situation to his Master until I spell it all out for him. And I do so now with particular relish.
"Do you fancy that you love me?"
Ah, yes, this gets his attention even more than my punishment has! I can sense his golden eyes widen, his pulse race, every muscle in his lanky body contract, including... oh, how very interesting... it seems the word "love" can get my servant more excited than my abuse can! I will have to remember this for future games.
"Get up!" I order him. And slowly, he crawls to his feet, legs trembling like leaves in the wind, his blush barely hidden beneath his steel-blue locks. I slowly begin to circle Legato, like the predator I am. So perfect... does he realize how perfect he is? His flesh, as smooth and pale as the sand beneath a full moon... and barely marred at all despite our years of playing together. The fact that I alone can get this powerful creature to willingly kneel and spread his legs is and always has been enough to make me harden, even when I am alone. But the added knowledge I am going to employ today is almost enough to send me over the edge prematurely.
"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!!!"
He blushes, trembles, debates the meaning of his feelings... his unworthiness to feel this way, my worthiness to kill him for even entertaining these thoughts... and how he would welcome anything at my hands, even slow and painful death. Oh, Legato! Do you intentionally think these things to turn me on, or are these fantasies the only means by which you keep sane when I am not looking at you? To kill Legato slowly with my bare hands as he stares into my eyes adoringly....
It is almost to lovely to imagine.
*~Precicely, Legato.~* He jumps at the sound of my voice in his head, and I have to laugh. *~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.~* Liar. I move behind him and slowly coil my covered arm around his waist to pull him closer.
*~And yet, you desire my love, don't you, my Legato...~* I purr into his mind, closing my eyes as he involuntarily presses himself back into me.
*~I -- I desire only Your pleasure, Master...~*
Is that so, my pet? I lower my free hand to the juncture between his legs and cup his member in my hand. Sole desire, indeed. I pet him gently as I whisper into his mind. *~If that was your sole desire, Legato, then why do you tremble at my touch? Surely you also derive pleasure from our...encouters.~*
*~Master...~*
"Legato....why can't you just admit it to me?" He is not the only one who shudders as I kiss my way down his neck to finally nuzzle and nip at his collar bone. "Don't lie, Legato," I murmur. "Isn't this what you have always wanted... my tenderness, my attention... a reward for your hard work?"
Oh...Legato...dare I whisper these next words?
"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...." he moans weakly. I adjust my hold to support him as his knees bend. He throws his head back against my shoulder and I oblige by pressing my lips to his neck to suck and kiss some more. "If -- if it would please you..." he whimpers. "I would do anything...."
"Then admit it, Legato...admit that you love me...." I whisper, licking his jaw line slowly.
"I...." he struggles to voice his feelings... with his past, with his future, with the mere fact that my own hardness is now pressed into the cleft of his pale and shapely buttocks. He thinks his love for me is weak, that love itself is a tainted human emotion... and he is right. My beautiful creature, how well you have learned your lessons... and how well I will reward you, when you confess to me.
"I... I love you, Master..."
"Again, Legato." I punctuate my desire with another nip at his neck.
"I love you, my Master..." he whimpers.
"Mhh...Legato...." I tighten my hold on him and close my eyes. "My beautiful Legato."
"Master! You -- " As he struggles to find words to pour his surprise into, I lean up to purr into his ear.
"And you say you desire only what I desire..."
"Yes, Master..." he gasps, brokenly.
"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?" I ask as I speed up my strokes.
"Ahh...M--master..." he whimpers.
"Do you like this, my Legato?" Ah, to imagine that such a creature as this belongs to me! And not because of threats or coercion... but of his own free will! That thought alone is enough not only to make me harden, but to make me hungry... and lord knows, when I am hungry, I do not stop until I have made a kill. And while I often enjoy the thrill of hunting the elusive and the unwilling, such as my Brother and those ridiculous females he has grown so fond of... well, I must confess that there is a certain... attraction to playing with the food one has already captured. After all, it knows that it cannot escape you and realizes that it does not really want to. This has always been the most beautiful thing about fucking Legato Bluesummers... he does not resist, does not cry out, and yet... it is not like the cruel game a cat plays with a shaken mouse before consuming it. Even a mouse, as tiny and insignificant though it may be, believes in its right to exist. My Legato, on the other hand, bares his neck to me out of sublime deference. He knows he is not worth the slime he was created from and yet...this fact alone does not make me his owner. A spider owns the butterfly it destroys, and this is what I have always hated about them. But is it possible to own something that is freely given to you time and time again? Is it possible to own something that one does not.... nay, cannot, destroy....?
*~Yes, Master....~* Legato whimpers into my mind. Ahh, the sweetness of that voice! Telepathed or not, I have nurtured it for the last nineteen years, and yet it still fascinates me!
"And this?" He shivers wildly as I slide my hand across his taut chest.
"Ahh!! Master!"
*~And this?~* My fingers lace around his chin and tilt his head upwards. "Look at me, my Legato..." I whisper, almost seductively. And slowly, he raises his head until our eyes meet. Yes, my slave... I will look into your eyes because they revolt me, because they fascinate me, because they are unlike anything I have ever seen. My Brother's eyes are green and mine are blue...Ironic, yes? That such mundane colors were used on two Beings who are anything but chained to this bitch of an earth. Your eyes, on the other hand... they are either the Earth itself or a pair of stars... I have never been able to decide. All I know is that they look at me when you think I am not watching, Legato, and with a longing that I wish fate had been kind enough to instill within my Brother's heart. Had that been the case, my Legato, I would have no need for you. Vash would have returned to me and together we would have buried your bones beneath our Eden.
Even so... would I then have looked into the night sky and seen nothing but your eyes? I wonder this as I lazily trace one of his eyebrows. Yes... I might miss him as one misses a loyal dog... after all, he has been beside me for the last nineteen years, a mote of time, granted, but within that span, what have I made? I took a gangly, crying hideous tumbleweed of a boy and put him into a furnace. And in this crucible, I righted his crooked limbs and curved his already mercurial mind until he became the most beautiful thing a human can be: a lovely, lethal killing machine. And aren't you lovely, my honey eyed Legato? So unbearably lovely when you kneel before me, when you whisper of the work you have accomplished in my name... and lovelier still when you silently and unquestioningly offer yourself to me. Legato, don't you want to cry and scream as I take you? That is what other humans do... is any part of you still human?
*~Even before we met, you were already doing my work, Legato. Even without knowing it, you were a good servant...~*
It was not a thought I meant to have him hear, but I am grateful for the happy mistake. Tonight, I want to see the truth of him... his naked soul as well as his naked body. How much of you do I own, Legato Bluesummers? Do you still posses your own heart? I incline my head slightly and meet his lips with my own. This time, however, I do not attempt to dominate, to bruise that firm mouth... no, this is a test, Legato, to see how well you obey me, to sound out your very depths. And so I bring myself to kiss you as I might kiss my Brother; gently, respectfully... and not, I must say, without passing interest.
Legato's legs buckle beneath him, but he does not break the kiss. He merely grabs onto my waist and arches himself against me to keep our lips pressed together. On another day, I would punish him severely for touching me without my express permission. But that hardly seems to matter now. He is clinging to me like a man might cling to a rock when caught in a whirlwind, and yet he is so gentle... Legato... I tilt my head and push at his lips with my tongue. Immediately he allows me to enter. His mouth tastes like honey and sand... my heart begins to pound as I taste and explore... Legato... Legato my head hurts...my body hurts... my heart hurts, Legato....
I come up for air before my lungs gasp for it. And before I know what has happened, my arms are around his shoulders and his head is pillowed against my stomach. The absurdity of this situation combined with the tenderness.... this damned sweetness... forces a laugh from me. And then Legato nuzzles against me like a child and my hand is lost in his hair. And for a moment, I think I am touching my Brother... my sweet and innocent Brother who would wake crying from a nightmare and who would stop only when I held and rocked him. For a moment, I forget this creature is a machine... and I want.... I want so much.... so much....
.... Too much. This is too much. The game has gone too far... this was not intended.... this was not.... Legato... why are you still holding onto me? Why... why is this happening?! I have to put a stop to this now.
"But you see, Legato, you have not been a good servant today." I nearly have to swallow to get this sentence out clearly. "You have once again failed to bring my wayward Brother back to me..." My god, what have I done? "The Brother whose arm, fool that I was, I once gave you as a reward for your faithfulness." What have I done?!
The world spins around me, and I feel sick. Instantly, I push Legato away. He jerks to his knees like a spurned marionette, and with just as much expression, his head bowing in... defeat? Anguish? Relief? I cannot say. I do not want to. It hurts to breathe. I feel I might suffocate... I keep seeing my Brother, my Brother whose arm I grafted onto this... this worthless, weak nothing that kneels before me. What have I done?
.... what has he done? Legato, you have dared to love me? You have dared to degrade me with your human foolishness? You brought this all about, didn't you? What kind of game are you playing with me?
"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!" he whimpers. God, he makes me sick!
"Liar!" With one sweep, I crash my fist into his cheek and send him sprawling to the floor.
"Master--!" he bleats like a sick lamb. Like a spurned lover. How dare he? How dare he presume that he is anything more to me than a tool. Than a machine?!
'Silence!" I grab my slave by its throat and crush my thumbs against its trachea. It whimpers and brings its hands up to mine to wrest them away. Ahh, Legato. It isn't so thrilling when YOU are the one who can't breathe, is it? Do you like this feeling, whore? Do you still love me for this? Would you love me if I killed you? Would you love me if I tore your eyes out and crushed them beneath my feet? You'd love me still, wouldn't you? And that is the problem... your thoughts have somehow poisoned me and I.... I can't think anymore....
"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--" I slam his head into the ground with such force that the rest of this word is torn from his mouth. He looks up at me then with terrified eyes that seem to say, 'Why, Master? Why do You abuse Someone who loves You so purely, and with far more passion than Your worthless Brother ever could?" It enrages me all the more. I'll teach his eyes without tearing them out... I'll teach them to stare at the ground and to be as empty as this desolate planet.
As empty as I am, Legato... won't you like that, Adam? To be like God?
"You are going to get your wish tonight, Legato," I tell him, "You are going to lie on your back as I make love to you in exactly the way you deserve." I release my strangle hold on him. As he gasps for breath, I tear my own outfit open and kneel beside him, opening his legs as if they were nothing more than a door.
"Master...." he's sobbing now, begging, wounded.... inhuman. "Please, I never meant to --"
But his voice dies in his throat as I force My Way inside.
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Tonight, for the first time ever, he screams and cries as I take him. And the more he screams, the harder I thrust until my hands, my knees, the floor... until everything is slick with his blood and his tears. And it pleases me. It pleases me to show him his place. It pleases me so much that I tell him this. I make him look at me as I thrust, as I bite, as I rake his chest. And although I tell him to enjoy it, I never tell him to say the things that he says as I break him.
"I love you...Master... I love you.... I love you....."
And I want this. With every mark I make upon his arms, his chest, his back, his hips, his legs, and his lips which I ravish until they taste less like sand and more like flesh, blood and bone. 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, I am finished. Spent, I collapse against his chest. For a moment, the sound of our ragged breathing is the only thing I can hear. And then I claim his lips a final time. When our lips part, the familiar taste of copper pours over my tongue.
I rise quickly, zip myself up and throw his clothing at him. "Dress yourself and get out," It is less a snarl and more, I think, of a plea. "The sight of you sickens me."
"Yes, Master," But I do not stop to see if he obeys or not. I slam out of the room then, and my steps only slow when I am in my own chambers. Once alone, I collapse onto my bed and bury my face in my arms. My clothing, my hands, my hair... I am slick with his blood, his semen, and his tears... but I can't move. He covers me like a messy, living blanket... I am going to suffocate... I am going to...
I turn my head over the side of the mattress and vomit until the taste of bile and phlegm cloud my nose and eyes. And then I roll onto my back and lay there, shaking...
The ceiling is dark, empty... a comfort... I stare at it until my eyes and head begin to clear.... yes... it is empty, just like I am.... just like I am...
And then I see it. A lone spider spinning its web in a corner. And as it spins, I rise above my body until I am cocooned inside its web, a dangling, bloodless corpse with crushed wings. The spider looks at me with golden eyes... now green eyes... now....
oh god....
I stare at myself before sinking my fangs into the victim that hangs before me...
And as I pull the web tighter around myself, I feel the darkness of the ceiling crash down to meet me. For once I welcome it.
Legato Bluesummers... why....?
And as the world fades to black, I feel an unfamiliar wetness roll down my face.
~ The End ~
Chapter Two: Spider Web
Summary: Knives' side of the story.
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 Knives 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.
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Legato Bluesummers.
Such an...no. Even that vague word "interesting" fails to describe my faithful servant. In the century I have watched humans rape this planet, I have seen them display every possible kind of illness, evil and perversion. Murderers, idealists, outright psychopaths -- many of whom serve me right now as members of the Gung Ho Guns. Yes, I have seen them all. And I have never been impressed by their cookie-cutter cruelty. Really, it is like watching a puppet drama about the life of god.
But Legato....my Legato is... he is not an opportunist, like the Hornfreak, nor an idealist like the Cyclops, nor is he truly a psychopath. That appellation better fits someone like Hoppered the Gauntlet who begged to have his entire body turned into a living bullet, even though such a transformation was entirely unnecessary to remain in my service. No. Legato Bluesummers is... sometimes I look at his eyes and for a moment I think I am looking at a shooting star. There is no other way to describe him. And yet, this shooting star would shoot the moons out of the sky if he knew I would approve. That is, perhaps, his most ... "interesting" quality. If the old Earth nonsense is true, then he out of all humans failed to learn the disobedience of Adam.
I find that refreshing. After all, did Adam ever allow his god to do the things I have done to my Legato? And yet... I have never looked into Legato's eyes and seen a mere vessel for my most base desires. No. Legato may have served me faithfully for the last nineteen years, but he is hardly an automaton. I may command his voice, but I cannot command his thoughts, even if I am privy to them twenty four hours a day. Ah, yes... while I despise everything about the creatures who crawl across this planet's surface, I must say that their ancestors had some interesting notions of crime, punishment and control. In one old earth book, an author suggested housing prisoners in a glass building so that they may always be observed, and through observation, deterred from any mischief making. Someday, I will construct such a world at the center of my Eden and house the humans there, so that I may derive the same thrill from them that I currently do from my Legato. For although I can see each and every one of his thoughts as clearly as I see my own reflection in a plate of glass, I am never bored with him. On the contrary, each thought that passes through his head is shrouded in mystery... where has it come from, why is he thinking it? What do the jumbled fragments of perception mean when filtered through his mind and into my own? No. The Panopticon that houses Legato's mind has only made my slave that much more of a riddle.
And as with all riddles, I want to unravel him.
I can feel my servant's presence even before he does. He is now climbing the stairs to my chamber and thinking... what I knew hours before he returned. The idealistic Cyclops failed to reach my dear Brother. A fatal error on my part. I should never have allowed someone like her to serve me, even if she, too, wanted to eliminate the spiders to save the butterflies. Never trust the spider's promise to leave the butterfly it has ensnared in its web alone. And speaking of webs, Legato also feels that his failure has ensnared him in a rather interesting web; that of my displeasure. On the one hand, his carelessness has angered me greatly (I do not deny that it has). And on the other, he knows I will take pleasure in punishing him for this transgression (I do not deny that I shall). An interesting conundrum, yes?
He waits outside my door like a dog waiting to be let in from the rain. I let him think I am busy with something else. Let him wait. The waiting is, after all, half of the fun. Finally, I speak to him in our own special way:
*~You have returned at last, Legato.~*
*~Yes, Master.~* He knows I am displeased, yet he makes no excuse to defend himself. These two words are a beautiful confession, as neat and clean as everything about him. Yes, Legato has never minced words. Even when I discovered him abandoned on that sand dune twenty-five years ago, he didn't waste my time. No lengthy explanations of what he was doing out there just a simple, "I need water."
Does he realize this reaction alone meant he would never be free?
He is hesitating. He is thinking of me.
*~Legato.~*
*~Yes, Master?~*
*~Do not keep me waiting. Enter.~*
He curses himself for causing me this... trifle of discomfort and slowly opens the door. Legato Bluesummers has the grace and pride of a lion when in motion, but one would not know that upon looking at him. He is as meek as a kitten before me, dropping to his knees automatically in my presence.
*~Forgive me, Master. I will not delay in answering You again.~*
*~Be certain you keep that promise,~* I tell him as I rise. I know he is watching me, even though his head is bowed. I always know when he watches me, and perhaps he is aware of my knowledge. Yet, we both permit this game to continue.
"Was the Cyclops successful?" Oh, need I even ask?
"No, Master."
"I see." Poor fool, I will not make you wait for me tonight. "Undress yourself."
"Master," Legato may have been frail as a child, but one would not think that when looking at him now. He is still delicate, mind you. Lean, pale, well-sculpted... but fierce, like some strange wild bird. He undresses quickly with the near-machine efficiency I have grown to admire, and soon his usual clothing is nothing more than a heap on the floor.
When he is standing before me, I don't like to waste time. Waiting may be half the pleasure, but that is over now.
"Come here."
I permit Legato to take three steps and three steps alone just to get a look at him. At his chest, his thighs, his slender hips and shoulders. And then I pull him against me with a force that would terrify the spirit out of anyone else. It is not that I have ever had to fight Legato for dominance. In sex, as in all things between us, he is ever my subordinate. And yet, I remind him of his place by wrapping my fingers through his soft steely locks and snapping his head back to bare his pale neck. As he stares down at my feet, I dig my fingers into his scalp and demand an explanation.
"How long will it be until you bring my brother to his senses?! How long, Legato?!"
"Master, I --"
His neck snaps again as I slap the rest of this sentence into silence. And my Legato remains silent as I list his crimes; his incompetence, his disobedience, and his ingratitude for the gift of my Brother's arm, the food and shelter that preserves him, access to my body, even the first sip of water I allowed him on that dusty day nineteen years ago. When I am done with this litany of displeasure, I hurl my servant to the floor. As always, he falls with a slut's grace and opens his legs for me immediately upon impact. As he lies there waiting for me to force my way into him it takes all of my willpower not to do so. But measure, measure, Millions... we are going to play a different game tonight. One I have been waiting for the right time to play with my beautiful, devoted little slave.
"You are too free with your thoughts tonight, Legato." I curtly inform him.
This statement catches him off guard. He turns around to look at me, remembering only at the last possible moment to keep his head lowered. Yes, Legato. I have known about these disgusting fantasies of yours from the night you woke, drenched in sweat and moaning for my touch ten years ago. Do you honestly think you can hide anything from the one who gave you your powers, my beauty?
"How dare you, you worthless creature?! After every way you've failed me tonight, how dare you think such a thing?!"
"Master?" He whimpers, trying to keep himself together. It is too much for me.
"Silence!" Legato lets out a little cry as I kick him in the ribs with enough force to shatter at least a few of them. And although they crunch in complaint, I know I have done no lasting damage. After all, I will need my pet in top shape if we are to play this game correctly.
"Is this what you truly feel, slave? Speak!" I order him.
"This, Master?" Ever the innocent, deferring his own correct perceptions of an obvious situation to his Master until I spell it all out for him. And I do so now with particular relish.
"Do you fancy that you love me?"
Ah, yes, this gets his attention even more than my punishment has! I can sense his golden eyes widen, his pulse race, every muscle in his lanky body contract, including... oh, how very interesting... it seems the word "love" can get my servant more excited than my abuse can! I will have to remember this for future games.
"Get up!" I order him. And slowly, he crawls to his feet, legs trembling like leaves in the wind, his blush barely hidden beneath his steel-blue locks. I slowly begin to circle Legato, like the predator I am. So perfect... does he realize how perfect he is? His flesh, as smooth and pale as the sand beneath a full moon... and barely marred at all despite our years of playing together. The fact that I alone can get this powerful creature to willingly kneel and spread his legs is and always has been enough to make me harden, even when I am alone. But the added knowledge I am going to employ today is almost enough to send me over the edge prematurely.
"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!!!"
He blushes, trembles, debates the meaning of his feelings... his unworthiness to feel this way, my worthiness to kill him for even entertaining these thoughts... and how he would welcome anything at my hands, even slow and painful death. Oh, Legato! Do you intentionally think these things to turn me on, or are these fantasies the only means by which you keep sane when I am not looking at you? To kill Legato slowly with my bare hands as he stares into my eyes adoringly....
It is almost to lovely to imagine.
*~Precicely, Legato.~* He jumps at the sound of my voice in his head, and I have to laugh. *~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.~* Liar. I move behind him and slowly coil my covered arm around his waist to pull him closer.
*~And yet, you desire my love, don't you, my Legato...~* I purr into his mind, closing my eyes as he involuntarily presses himself back into me.
*~I -- I desire only Your pleasure, Master...~*
Is that so, my pet? I lower my free hand to the juncture between his legs and cup his member in my hand. Sole desire, indeed. I pet him gently as I whisper into his mind. *~If that was your sole desire, Legato, then why do you tremble at my touch? Surely you also derive pleasure from our...encouters.~*
*~Master...~*
"Legato....why can't you just admit it to me?" He is not the only one who shudders as I kiss my way down his neck to finally nuzzle and nip at his collar bone. "Don't lie, Legato," I murmur. "Isn't this what you have always wanted... my tenderness, my attention... a reward for your hard work?"
Oh...Legato...dare I whisper these next words?
"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...." he moans weakly. I adjust my hold to support him as his knees bend. He throws his head back against my shoulder and I oblige by pressing my lips to his neck to suck and kiss some more. "If -- if it would please you..." he whimpers. "I would do anything...."
"Then admit it, Legato...admit that you love me...." I whisper, licking his jaw line slowly.
"I...." he struggles to voice his feelings... with his past, with his future, with the mere fact that my own hardness is now pressed into the cleft of his pale and shapely buttocks. He thinks his love for me is weak, that love itself is a tainted human emotion... and he is right. My beautiful creature, how well you have learned your lessons... and how well I will reward you, when you confess to me.
"I... I love you, Master..."
"Again, Legato." I punctuate my desire with another nip at his neck.
"I love you, my Master..." he whimpers.
"Mhh...Legato...." I tighten my hold on him and close my eyes. "My beautiful Legato."
"Master! You -- " As he struggles to find words to pour his surprise into, I lean up to purr into his ear.
"And you say you desire only what I desire..."
"Yes, Master..." he gasps, brokenly.
"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?" I ask as I speed up my strokes.
"Ahh...M--master..." he whimpers.
"Do you like this, my Legato?" Ah, to imagine that such a creature as this belongs to me! And not because of threats or coercion... but of his own free will! That thought alone is enough not only to make me harden, but to make me hungry... and lord knows, when I am hungry, I do not stop until I have made a kill. And while I often enjoy the thrill of hunting the elusive and the unwilling, such as my Brother and those ridiculous females he has grown so fond of... well, I must confess that there is a certain... attraction to playing with the food one has already captured. After all, it knows that it cannot escape you and realizes that it does not really want to. This has always been the most beautiful thing about fucking Legato Bluesummers... he does not resist, does not cry out, and yet... it is not like the cruel game a cat plays with a shaken mouse before consuming it. Even a mouse, as tiny and insignificant though it may be, believes in its right to exist. My Legato, on the other hand, bares his neck to me out of sublime deference. He knows he is not worth the slime he was created from and yet...this fact alone does not make me his owner. A spider owns the butterfly it destroys, and this is what I have always hated about them. But is it possible to own something that is freely given to you time and time again? Is it possible to own something that one does not.... nay, cannot, destroy....?
*~Yes, Master....~* Legato whimpers into my mind. Ahh, the sweetness of that voice! Telepathed or not, I have nurtured it for the last nineteen years, and yet it still fascinates me!
"And this?" He shivers wildly as I slide my hand across his taut chest.
"Ahh!! Master!"
*~And this?~* My fingers lace around his chin and tilt his head upwards. "Look at me, my Legato..." I whisper, almost seductively. And slowly, he raises his head until our eyes meet. Yes, my slave... I will look into your eyes because they revolt me, because they fascinate me, because they are unlike anything I have ever seen. My Brother's eyes are green and mine are blue...Ironic, yes? That such mundane colors were used on two Beings who are anything but chained to this bitch of an earth. Your eyes, on the other hand... they are either the Earth itself or a pair of stars... I have never been able to decide. All I know is that they look at me when you think I am not watching, Legato, and with a longing that I wish fate had been kind enough to instill within my Brother's heart. Had that been the case, my Legato, I would have no need for you. Vash would have returned to me and together we would have buried your bones beneath our Eden.
Even so... would I then have looked into the night sky and seen nothing but your eyes? I wonder this as I lazily trace one of his eyebrows. Yes... I might miss him as one misses a loyal dog... after all, he has been beside me for the last nineteen years, a mote of time, granted, but within that span, what have I made? I took a gangly, crying hideous tumbleweed of a boy and put him into a furnace. And in this crucible, I righted his crooked limbs and curved his already mercurial mind until he became the most beautiful thing a human can be: a lovely, lethal killing machine. And aren't you lovely, my honey eyed Legato? So unbearably lovely when you kneel before me, when you whisper of the work you have accomplished in my name... and lovelier still when you silently and unquestioningly offer yourself to me. Legato, don't you want to cry and scream as I take you? That is what other humans do... is any part of you still human?
*~Even before we met, you were already doing my work, Legato. Even without knowing it, you were a good servant...~*
It was not a thought I meant to have him hear, but I am grateful for the happy mistake. Tonight, I want to see the truth of him... his naked soul as well as his naked body. How much of you do I own, Legato Bluesummers? Do you still posses your own heart? I incline my head slightly and meet his lips with my own. This time, however, I do not attempt to dominate, to bruise that firm mouth... no, this is a test, Legato, to see how well you obey me, to sound out your very depths. And so I bring myself to kiss you as I might kiss my Brother; gently, respectfully... and not, I must say, without passing interest.
Legato's legs buckle beneath him, but he does not break the kiss. He merely grabs onto my waist and arches himself against me to keep our lips pressed together. On another day, I would punish him severely for touching me without my express permission. But that hardly seems to matter now. He is clinging to me like a man might cling to a rock when caught in a whirlwind, and yet he is so gentle... Legato... I tilt my head and push at his lips with my tongue. Immediately he allows me to enter. His mouth tastes like honey and sand... my heart begins to pound as I taste and explore... Legato... Legato my head hurts...my body hurts... my heart hurts, Legato....
I come up for air before my lungs gasp for it. And before I know what has happened, my arms are around his shoulders and his head is pillowed against my stomach. The absurdity of this situation combined with the tenderness.... this damned sweetness... forces a laugh from me. And then Legato nuzzles against me like a child and my hand is lost in his hair. And for a moment, I think I am touching my Brother... my sweet and innocent Brother who would wake crying from a nightmare and who would stop only when I held and rocked him. For a moment, I forget this creature is a machine... and I want.... I want so much.... so much....
.... Too much. This is too much. The game has gone too far... this was not intended.... this was not.... Legato... why are you still holding onto me? Why... why is this happening?! I have to put a stop to this now.
"But you see, Legato, you have not been a good servant today." I nearly have to swallow to get this sentence out clearly. "You have once again failed to bring my wayward Brother back to me..." My god, what have I done? "The Brother whose arm, fool that I was, I once gave you as a reward for your faithfulness." What have I done?!
The world spins around me, and I feel sick. Instantly, I push Legato away. He jerks to his knees like a spurned marionette, and with just as much expression, his head bowing in... defeat? Anguish? Relief? I cannot say. I do not want to. It hurts to breathe. I feel I might suffocate... I keep seeing my Brother, my Brother whose arm I grafted onto this... this worthless, weak nothing that kneels before me. What have I done?
.... what has he done? Legato, you have dared to love me? You have dared to degrade me with your human foolishness? You brought this all about, didn't you? What kind of game are you playing with me?
"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!" he whimpers. God, he makes me sick!
"Liar!" With one sweep, I crash my fist into his cheek and send him sprawling to the floor.
"Master--!" he bleats like a sick lamb. Like a spurned lover. How dare he? How dare he presume that he is anything more to me than a tool. Than a machine?!
'Silence!" I grab my slave by its throat and crush my thumbs against its trachea. It whimpers and brings its hands up to mine to wrest them away. Ahh, Legato. It isn't so thrilling when YOU are the one who can't breathe, is it? Do you like this feeling, whore? Do you still love me for this? Would you love me if I killed you? Would you love me if I tore your eyes out and crushed them beneath my feet? You'd love me still, wouldn't you? And that is the problem... your thoughts have somehow poisoned me and I.... I can't think anymore....
"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--" I slam his head into the ground with such force that the rest of this word is torn from his mouth. He looks up at me then with terrified eyes that seem to say, 'Why, Master? Why do You abuse Someone who loves You so purely, and with far more passion than Your worthless Brother ever could?" It enrages me all the more. I'll teach his eyes without tearing them out... I'll teach them to stare at the ground and to be as empty as this desolate planet.
As empty as I am, Legato... won't you like that, Adam? To be like God?
"You are going to get your wish tonight, Legato," I tell him, "You are going to lie on your back as I make love to you in exactly the way you deserve." I release my strangle hold on him. As he gasps for breath, I tear my own outfit open and kneel beside him, opening his legs as if they were nothing more than a door.
"Master...." he's sobbing now, begging, wounded.... inhuman. "Please, I never meant to --"
But his voice dies in his throat as I force My Way inside.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tonight, for the first time ever, he screams and cries as I take him. And the more he screams, the harder I thrust until my hands, my knees, the floor... until everything is slick with his blood and his tears. And it pleases me. It pleases me to show him his place. It pleases me so much that I tell him this. I make him look at me as I thrust, as I bite, as I rake his chest. And although I tell him to enjoy it, I never tell him to say the things that he says as I break him.
"I love you...Master... I love you.... I love you....."
And I want this. With every mark I make upon his arms, his chest, his back, his hips, his legs, and his lips which I ravish until they taste less like sand and more like flesh, blood and bone. 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, I am finished. Spent, I collapse against his chest. For a moment, the sound of our ragged breathing is the only thing I can hear. And then I claim his lips a final time. When our lips part, the familiar taste of copper pours over my tongue.
I rise quickly, zip myself up and throw his clothing at him. "Dress yourself and get out," It is less a snarl and more, I think, of a plea. "The sight of you sickens me."
"Yes, Master," But I do not stop to see if he obeys or not. I slam out of the room then, and my steps only slow when I am in my own chambers. Once alone, I collapse onto my bed and bury my face in my arms. My clothing, my hands, my hair... I am slick with his blood, his semen, and his tears... but I can't move. He covers me like a messy, living blanket... I am going to suffocate... I am going to...
I turn my head over the side of the mattress and vomit until the taste of bile and phlegm cloud my nose and eyes. And then I roll onto my back and lay there, shaking...
The ceiling is dark, empty... a comfort... I stare at it until my eyes and head begin to clear.... yes... it is empty, just like I am.... just like I am...
And then I see it. A lone spider spinning its web in a corner. And as it spins, I rise above my body until I am cocooned inside its web, a dangling, bloodless corpse with crushed wings. The spider looks at me with golden eyes... now green eyes... now....
oh god....
I stare at myself before sinking my fangs into the victim that hangs before me...
And as I pull the web tighter around myself, I feel the darkness of the ceiling crash down to meet me. For once I welcome it.
Legato Bluesummers... why....?
And as the world fades to black, I feel an unfamiliar wetness roll down my face.
~ The End ~