Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ The Virus of Life ❯ One-Shot

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I don't own Trigun. How sad.
The girl in this story is from a sequence of stories I have written for my own amusement. She slept with everybody. That's really all you need to know.
You don't even learn her name in this story anyway. ^-^
This is a warning.
You have been warned.

love, __candycoated.
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“Yes, master. You called for me?”
“I did. I have a mission for you.”
“Does it involve Vash?”
“In a way…I’ve heard much about a certain girl who has won over my dear brother’s affections. She has even seduced Chapel and Midvalley. Do you see the problem? We can’t have this. My brother needs to see and love me and only me. Do you know what you have to do?”
“Yes, master. It will be done.”

I can see you but you can’t see me.

It’s been a week and half now since Legato began observing her. Hiding in the shadows. Waiting for the opportune moment to go in for the kill. Literally.
But the more he watched her, the more appealing she became. This creature was using some sort of magic to mess with his senses. She most likely used the same technique on Vash, Woflwood, and Midvalley.
Legato had fallen victim to her seemingly innocent charms and was being seduced more and more by observing her every move. He began to watch her change and shower, in her most vulnerable of times and it tempted him to move in and take advantage of her, but he didn’t. He needed to wait for the right time.
So, he decided that, when the time came, he would do exactly what he pleased to her and then dispose of her. A million wonderful ideas and possibilities ran through his mind and his erection sprang to life. Not long now, he thought, all of the teasing and torture would finally pay off. Very soon…

I could touch you and you wouldn’t even feel me.

It was hard, being so close, yet unable to do anything. She was tempting him completely, consuming him rapidly. Even the tiniest gesture and movement she made seemed to be sexual and it aroused him. It was almost time…

Wait a second and you’ll settle down.

She just arrived home. He followed her inside. She threw her school things onto her computer chair and began to change. He watched, transfixed. The way she slid her pants off, threw them to side, so slowly and teasingly. She was making him ache.

You’re relaxed, you’re sublime, you’re amazing.

She sat on her bed and rummaged through her school bag. She pulled out a pink cell phone and plugged it into the charger by her nightstand. Dropping her bag back onto the floor, she laid back on her bed and shut her eyes, seemingly pleased with the silence of the empty house…

You don’t even know the danger you’re facing.

Well…the house she thought was empty. It was amusing to watch her go through all of these mundane things, completely unaware of the peril she was currently in.
If she only knew what was in store for her, Legato was sure she wouldn’t have laid back on her bed and drifted into a peaceful nap.

If I’m quiet, I’ll slide up behind you…and if you hear me I’ll enjoy trying to find you…

He imagined creeping up behind her as she slept and taking her by force, but he knew he couldn’t. His plan was much more explicit than that. Much less in her favor. He grinned.
He could feel it…it was almost time…

I’ve been with you all day…

For days and weeks he did nothing but follow and observe her every move. And, finally…it was time…
He stood up.

I’m trying to stay calm…

His heart raced in his chest. His hands shook with excitement and his arousal pulsed with need.

I’m impatient and it’s really hard to breathe…

The usually calm and collected Legato was now breathless and frantic, but he walked slowly, predatorily. Being careful not to stir her slumber. After nearly two weeks, the time had finally come…

I’m gonna empty you and fill you in with me.

His head swam. He was going to tear her apart.
And he was going to enjoy every second of it.
He walked up behind her sleeping form and stood over her. For a moment, he only watched her. Her golden hair falling across her face, her mouth slightly open as her chest moved up and down with her serene breathing. For a fraction of a second, Legato was not able to imagine hurting this divine creature at all. His heart filled with love and devotion for her and warmed his soul.
This, however, did not last. Just as soon as it appeared, it was quickly replaced by his raging lust and weeks of pent up temptation and need.

Just keep the violence down.

He resisted the urge to grab her arms and throw her to the floor for now.

Not yet - Don’t make a sound.

He leaned over her silently, he wanted to see the look of surprise and fear on her face when she saw him standing above her.

Oh god, I’m feeling it…
It’s reaching fever pitch…

Once again, his erection twitched with want and he felt the stab of lust, stronger this time, in his lower stomach.

My skin is caving in.
My heart is driving out…

The anticipation was killing him. His breathing quickened and became loud and labored. She stirred.
Now.

No mercy, no remorse…
Let nature take it’s course.

He gripped her wrists painfully tight. Her eyes flew open and she stared at him in disbelief and fear. She screamed. Legato smiled.
What a wonderful noise. He wondered if he could make her do that again. Maybe louder.
She kicked and tried to wrench free of his grasp, but to no avail. He felt the bulge in his pants grow at her resistance. He climbed onto the bed with her, never letting go of her wrists. Her leg hit his shin as she flailed her legs around violently.
It hurt.
He let go of one of her wrists and slapped her hard across that lovely face. For a moment she stopped kicking as a red hand-shaped imprint rose on her pale face, but resumed again afterward, using her free hand to beat and punch Legato in the chest.
He raised his hand high above his head and slapped her across the other side of her face with such force that she went limp and blacked out. A trickle of blood trailed from her mouth and a bruise was forming under her right eye.
Legato couldn’t have her passing out before they even got started! He shook her by her shoulders violently. Her eyes fluttered open dazedly. Legato leaned forward and licked the trail of blood off of her face.
She screamed in fear and protest. He sat back up and smiled. He put knee on her stomach and she winced in pain. Reaching down, he pulled off her yellow shorts and placed them next to her. She yelled again. Legato actually laughed out loud while he yanked off her underwear and used them to tie her arms together above her head and to the headboard.
She was now magnificently naked from the waist down. Taking his knee out of her stomach, he grabbed her discarded shorts and tore them in two. He pushed one of her legs back so that her knee was completely bent and her calf touched her thigh. He then took the torn fabric and tied her leg like that. He did the same to the other, so that her legs were spread wide open and out of the way.
She squirmed in protest, but since her legs and arms were bound, there wasn’t much she could do.
Legato sat back and admired his work. Noticing, though, that her shirt was still on, he leaned over her and slid his hand up her flat stomach, over her breasts and up to the collar of her shirt. He could feel her heart racing under his hand and chest moving up and down rapidly.
“Why are you doing this?” She asked him, breathless.
“I was told to.” Was his reply.
“Are – are you going to kill me?”
Legato laughed a cold merciless laugh that sent chills up her spine.
With that, he tore her shirt completely off, along with her bra, exposing her round breasts to the cold air, causing her nipples to harden.
She screamed again and tried frantically to yank her arms free. Annoyed, Legato punched her in the stomach, her breath leaving her lungs with a whoosh.

Watching – Bring me to my knees.

While she struggled to catch her breath, Legato slowly undid the buttons of his white coat, then let it slide off of his arms and onto the floor. Next was his shirt. He decided to leave his pants on for now. She was beginning to breathe normally again.
She stared at him with horror and disbelief as he took a step closer, standing over her trembling form.

Waiting – I am your disease.

He could do it now. He could so easily take off his own pants and fill her with his cock. Oh, it would be so easy.
But to do it now would ruin the fun.
He leaned down over her, his mouth next to her ear.

Lover – Set my symptom free.

He breathed. She shivered. He felt her trembling against him.
It felt good.
Good to know that he could inspire so much fear.
He licked the outside of her ear. She screamed and began thrashing once again. He dug his nails into her side. He felt his nails rip through layer after layer of that soft skin. Felt the blood drip in small streams. Not too deep. But enough. He smeared the blood down her stomach, making a red trail that led down to her most sensitive of places.
He looked into her face. Smiled his best seducers smile. And began licking that trail of blood, following it. She tried to twist away from his lapping tongue, but he gripped her hard enough to bruise and her exertions seemed futile. She subsided.
He grinned as he licked. All good bitches eventually gave in.

Covered – You won’t feel a thing.

He continued his progression down her belly and towards that sweet spot. She was no long struggling. He felt movements up above, but chose to ignore them, finding his actions now much more enjoyable.
His mouth reached her lower stomach, thoroughly enjoying her still trembling body and the taste of her blood. He bit her again. She flinched, but did not scream.
He looked up, disappointed.
What he saw was this seemingly innocent girl, with murder in her eyes, and her hands, still tied together, held over her head. She had loosened a piece of the headboard and it was still connected to her wrists. He had very little time to register just what she might do with this when the heavy block of wood came smashing down on his head.
He reeled, but did not black out. She wasn't very strong. Still, he laid there while she fumbled to untie her hands and legs. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, and he heard little squeals of frustration as her awkward, shaking hands tried to untie her bounds. She let out a little gasp of triumph and bolted from the room.
Legato sat up and felt his head. There was a lump, but no blood. Weak. But brave, all the same.
She wanted a chase. And that was fine with him.
He even let her get a head start.

Wait…shhh…

He could almost see her, running frantically through the house.

no…wait…

But it was a game already lost.
He had taken all the precautions. Doors bolted. Phone lines cut.

wait…no…

He was getting antsy. He heard doors opening and closing.
Looking for a place to hide.

shh…wait…

He smiled, reaching down to his erection and stroking it.
Almost.

wait…not yet!…

All sounds ceased. There was no movement. No frantic running.

wait…no…

He stood up and gripped the door handle. Still smiling.

You can’t stop me.

He walked through the house slowly. Taking his time. Letting her calm down.
Letting her believe that maybe, just maybe, she was home free. She was safe.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." He thought, menacingly.
He walked through the silent house. Peeking into rooms, opening cabinets, searching every nook and cranny.
He entered the kitched and his sharp eyes picked up something.
A drawer was open. The knife drawer.
She was going to try and fight again.
He laughed out load.
He continued walking, heading toward the master bedroom. He knew that was where she was. Possibly hiding behind the door, dull kitchen knife at the ready, eyes burning, naked chest heaving...
His arousal throbbed almost painfully. He winced.
Enough playing.
He stepped into the room and, his predictions correct, she jumped out in front of him and screeched, thrusting the knife forward.
But he was quicker. He gripped her wrist and twisted it sharply, relishing the little snapping sounds her tiny wrist made as the bones snapped. The knife flew from her hand and hit the floor with a CLANG! that was drowned out only by her defiant yelp of pain.
She fell backward, holding her demolished wrist against her chest, and staring up at him with shock and absolute terror.
He smiled and lifted her up with one arm and tossed her onto the bed. She scrambled to get away. He grabbed her broken wrist and pulled her back. She screamed, tears springing from her eyes.
He slapped her already swollen face and the screaming stopped. The tears however, did not.
Finally.
Now.

I’m sweating through my veins.

She looked so apetizing. So utterly helpless. He moaned softly. Wanting...so bad.
He ran his hand over her stomach, scratching with his nails lightly.
He brought his face up to hers, and she turned hers away. He frowned and gripped her chin with his forefinger and thumb and wrenched it toward his and pressed his lips against hers violently.
She screamed against his mouth so he took the oppurtunity and stuck his tongue inside. Moving it, tasting her, while he slid his hand down to that place between her creamy thighs.
She caught onto what he was going to do and simutaneously shut her mouth and her legs.
He pulled away from her and stared at her.
He was getting annoyed now.

I’m trying to hold on.

He clenched his teeth, hating losing control.
His erection was biting against the fabric of his pants now. It pulsed with need.

It’s unbearable, it’s almost worse for me…

He pushed her thighs apart roughly, wanting, needing, to feel what was there.
She thrashed once again and screamed. Screamed for help. Screamed for somebody.
A little while earlier those sounds would have been music to his ears, but now it was becoming repetitive and Legato hated it. He grabbed her by her frail neck and pushed her face down into the bed harshly. Her arms flailed a bit, then pushed on the bed, frenzied, trying to breathe.
Her lower half was now up in the air and he pushed his face into her warmth, licking delicately. She began struggling harder, pushing with all her strength, which, all together, wasn't even equal to half of his.
She tasted good. Tasted sweet. He chucked and partially let go of her neck, allowing her to come up for air.
She took a deep breath and screamed once again. Agitated, he threw her head against the head board and she blacked out, unconcious.
He took advantage of this situation and began removing the remainder of his clothing. He moaned with relief as his erection sprang free of his pants.
He massaged it, tightening his fist as he got the the top, and loosening as he got lower. She was stirring.
Good. It wouldn't be fun if she wasn't awake.

I’m gonna tear you apart and make you see – Make you see…

He stuck two fingers, rudely, inside her. Either she wasn't full concious, or pretended not to be, but there was no reaction at this intrusion.
He pulled his fingers out again and shoved them in, harder than before. This time she winced. She was faking.
He continued these in and out movements, leaning forward and nipping and sucking her nipples. Her chest heaved up and down, her body trembled.
Legato was becoming frenzied.

It’s almost time to play…Time to be afraid…

He could see her straining against showing any signs that she was enjoying it.
But her body didn't lie.
She was hot. Burning. And wet. Her inner walls were gripping his fingers each time he pulled out.
Ready to, almost...
A bead of sweat slid down the space between her breasts.
His still throbbing erection dripped with precum and pulsed with need.
Still he continued with his fingers, bringing her to the edge.

I can’t control the pain…I can’t control in vain…

In and out. Faster and harder.
She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut tighter.
He blew the hair out of his eyes.
A growl rumbled low in his throat, he was losing control. His body was taking over.

Oh god, I’m ready now…You’re almost ready now…

She pushed against his thrusts now. Wanting to climax, nevermind who was doing it.
His breathing was ragged, his eyes wild, he was going to snap if...
But he could feel her. He walls tightening, her breathing hitching, she was about to cum.
She was pushing, panting, and right when she was going to finish, Legato yanked his fingers out of her.
Her eyes sprang open, wide and confused, then filled with fear and she saw what was going to happen.
"No, please...Don't..."
Begging. Oh god.

I’m gonna love you now…I’m gonna put you down…

The last bit of control he had snapped at these words and he thrust inside her completely.
She screamed. Out of pain, most likely. The thing which had entered her was much larger than the fingers that had been there a second ago.
Legato wasted no time. Her sheath was tight around him, twitching and begging him to continue moving.

I see you in the dark…I see you all the way…

He began thrusting with all of his strength. All those days he had watched. All of that pent up sexual frustration came out all at once.
He felt something shatter underneath him, but paid no attention. He pulled his member all the way and back in painfully.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered her screaming, begging him to stop, that it hurt...it hurts...
But she may as well be speaking to a wall.

I see you in the light…I see you plain as day…

He looked down into her battered, bleeding face. Though it was contorted with pain, with what would later be discovered as a shattered pelvis, he could see tiny glimpses of pleasure and need.
It was beautiful.

I wanna touch your face…I wanna touch your soul…

For a second, he saw beyond all of those bruises and cuts and saw her for what she was. A young, beautiful, almost angelic looking girl. She tossed her golden hair with pleasure and moaned, arching her back to meet his thrusts.
All he wanted to do, all he needed to do, was to give her pleasure. To make her climax.
To think that he had ever hurt this girl...
It made him ill. She was perfect...So lovely.
And he was hurting her...he was...
Legato shook his head. Cleared these ridiculous thoughts.
She was putting him under her damned spell. This god damn witch was trying to trick him into stopping.
Suddenly he was angry. He thrust harder than before.

I WANNA WEAR YOUR FACE...I WANNA BURN YOUR SOUL.

He was close now. He gripped her shoulders hard, putting all of his weight on her as he continued moving within her.
She was screaming again. Louder than before. It hurt his ears. He was pissed off now.
The hands that were on her shoulders crept around her neck and stayed there, squeezing.
The scream died out to a wheeze, and then completely. She clawed at the hands gripping her neck deperately, trying to free her windpipe to breathe.
The thrusting became smaller now, more contained, but no softer. He ever-tightening warmth inside of her was bringing him quickly to the edge.
Her face was turning red, her eyes glimmering with tears, but becoming wide as she reached her climax.
That tightness around him grew tighter and squeezed his member with all that it had. Legato pulled out one last time and pushed in as hard as he could as he came inside of her, while still squeezing her precious little throat.
He leaned over her, catching his breath and regaining his control. Once he had, he loosened his hands from her thoat and looked up. There were indents where his fingers had been and they had already begun to bruise.
Her eyes held a look of vacancy...but also of complete pleasure.
He felt himself harden again. Because it felt good.
It felt so good.
To destroy something beautiful.

.....

"Master, it is done."
"As I knew it would be. Well done, Legato."
"Of course, master."

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sick. I know.
<3



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