Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ There's No Love Deeper Than a Brother's ❯ Love: Awakening ( Prologue )

Revamp - A/N: Wow. I really didn't think I would get such good feedback. I even got a flame! Ha! Well, I really appreciate all the response, it has given me a lot to think about and work on for the next one. Oh, didn't I mention? By one reviewer's request (and because I just really felt like doing it) I will posting a second chapter soon. ^_^ (Don't know the exact date.) I already have 4 pages, so it shouldn't be too long of a wait. Hope this revamped version is better, and if it's not, don't worry. As my English teacher says, there is NEVER a final draft.

A/N: Dedicated to Scott-

Kurai: And Cathowl! <Inconspicuously slides Cathowl a bowl of warm milk.>

We hope you enjoy. ^_^

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The vast, stark reaches of space had always intrigued him. Their lack of life, and utter regality at that fact and their distance…it all made him feel, inconsequential. He would never tell anyone though, never had. He didn't even know how he knew this, just knew that it was so. But there had been one thing, one…person…who made him feel as though time itself would stop and reverse, merely on his whim. And he had lost that one. Lost them to the fact that he couldn't even simply remember them. Now, he just floated in the expanse of space and thought, mind drifting like something ethereal from one thing or idea or thought to another; never really looking at them, just registering them on the barest conscious level. But, something did not feel right about it to him. All the endless time he had spent in the expanse, somehow did not fell real; As though he could be somewhere else, with someone else…and not in this barren void…alone.

He dismissed it at first as pointless, random musing to occupy his mind. But the more he thought of other things, such as how he came to be in that space, things that he did not fully understand, the more that single feeling insisted on being heard. And with it came a sense of waiting, of losing, of gaining and of utter despair. But what did he have to despair over? What could he possibly gain? Or lose? And suddenly, that was all that mattered. What did he have to lose? Almost frantic, he ran through his mind, trying for that one bit of thought, of remembrance, that would make it all fit. It took an eternity to find, and yet he knew what is was instantly.

When he found it, he quailed at not having seen it before. But that was just one of many thoughts that sprang to the surface when he found his `piece', one of hundreds that were scattered as one blaring command resounded within his mind: Get back to him!

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The suns hung low on the horizon, still several hours from total night, but readying their planet for the lack of their gaze. The light from the solar twins was even muted further as their rays where filtered through the gauzy tendrils that billowed lightly around the window's face. The man sat, still and immobile in his chair, observing intently the figure in the bed. Elbows on his thighs, chin propped upon his laced hands, he ignored all other aspects of the world, from the setting sols to the way his feet were numb from insubstantial blood flow. All that occupied his mind, or his very being for that matter, was the only other life in that room.

Patience had always been a virtue he felt lucky to posses, but even his reserves where becoming taxed. But, he would wait, as he had always done, for the other.

The thin sheets of the bed shifted suddenly, causing the watcher's eyes to snap reflexively to the limb that produced such a hopeful reaction. And then a soft, sighing tone could be heard, quickly followed by an almost inaudible whine. The watcher's body stiffened in hopeful apprehension, taking in every twitch and flex of the figure's muscles. After a few moments of quiet struggle, broken only by muted sounds of desperation, the previously prone figure wrenched itself from its reclined position and cast around the room in wild abandon, his ice blue eyes finally resting on the figure watching from the shadows.

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His eyes widened in blatant fear at the thought of being in a room with something unknown. Where was he?

"I'm glad to see you finally awake, Knives."

That voice! He knew that voice! And as quickly as his eyes had widened in fear, they now grew full of desperate hope and longing.

"Vash?" His own voice sounded weak and scratchy from lack of use.

The hunched figure suddenly sat up and stood, walking from the shadows into the pale light of the setting suns. Knives stared in disbelief, not taking his eyes from the man as he sat on the edge of his bed. For some reason, he seemed out of focus. The man smiled and, reaching forward, ran his thumb tenderly along the other's cheek. Knives blinked, confusedas the other smiled softly. "You're crying."

Knives was entirely too confused to say anything. He…was crying? Ice-blue eyes looked into cyan for a long moment, before the reality of what had happened, of what had brought him here, washed over Knives in a torrent. Gasping, he lunged forward and threw his arms around the slim neck of his twin and, burring his face at the junction of neck and shoulder, sobbed quietly.

Vash, the most feared and wanted outlaw on planet Gunsmoke, held his brother quietly, rocking him slowly and rubbing his back. They stayed like that several moments before the other plant spoke.

"I thought I'd lost you." He whispered it so softly that Vash was almost afraid that he hadn't heard him correctly, but then his twin continued, vocals cracking occasionally. "I was in this…void, and I didn't remember anything. I was just drifting and thinking…but I could never really remember what I was thinking about." He paused and Vash nodded for him to go on. "And I figured I had just always been there. But I hadn't. Something in me knew I wasn't supposed to be there. I felt like I was losing something by staying there. And the more I thought about it, the more I knew I had to figure out what I was going to lose." Again he stopped, but this time he leaned back and looked up into his brother's face, his eyes no longer holding tears, only uncertainty.

"It was you."

Vash's eyes widened slightly.

"You were what I was going to lose." His voice was one of amazement.

They stared at each other, lost in the other's eyes, for long moments. Closing his eyes, Knives he let his face fall from Vash's gaze, shame washing over him that he had cried and shown his brother weakness by opening up like he had. But hands quickly cupped his face and brought him back to look at his twin. The gunman smiled tenderly, and brushed the few remaining tears from his brother's face.

"You could never loose me Knives. No matter what. And I have never thought of you as weak, nor will I ever."

And Knives knew it to be true. He leaned into the other's touch, craving it, after so long having gone without it.

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Vash watched his brother, eyes closed, as he took in his simple touch as though it were ambrosia from the gods. His face bright in the radiance from the setting suns, the light pulling highlights from his hair, making it shine with a hazy brightness around his head as though it were a halo, and he an angel. Vash couldn't help it, he looked so radiant and fragile…leaning forward, slowly, his lips ghosted over his twins is a whispered kiss.

Knives eyes sprang open and he stared at Vash, his face millimeters away.

"Wha…" was all the surprise he could register.

"Sshhh…" Vash whispered, closing his eyes. "Please, Millions…"

Knives was shocked, but all coherent thought was lost as Vash leaned in again and pressed their lips together. It was gentle, but firm. The shorthaired plant sighed lightly, the contact bringing forth something he had buried long ago. But it was over whelmed by uncertainty at what his brother was doing. Then he felt something slick run along the edge of his lips. He realized it was Vash's tongue and immediately parted and allowed him entrance. Vash slowly felt around inside the warm, wet heat, memorizing it, until he came in contact with another.

Knives suddenly tilted his head to deepen the kiss and allow his twin better access to dual him. No matter what previous misgivings or apprehensions he had, they were all lost in the complete pleasure of the other's searching tongue. It was slow at first, tentative touches, sliding over the other, but it quickly became a battle, both trying desperately to win and yet willing the other to beat them. All too soon, they had to break and come up for air.

Both men gasped when they parted, their faces flushed with pleasure. Vash's features took on an even deeper crimson shade and he looked at his panting twin.

"I'm sorry Knives…I-I didn't…I just haven't seen you in so long…"

But his brother wasn't going to have any of that. His blush deepened as he grinned at Vash. "I could have stopped you at any time, if I had wanted." His eyes took on a shined look. "Please brother, just…continue…"

Vash sat, quite surprised at his sibling. After a moment of silence and immobility, Knives' features, though still heated, took on an annoyed look. Grasping Vash's shoulders, he pulled him into a bruising kiss, fierce, heated and passionate. Pulling back almost immediately, he looked at his stunned, breathless companion and smirked. "Or do I have to do it all myself?"

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Vash was amazed. Wordlessly he captured Knives' mouth in another slow kiss, his brother moaning as their tongues fought. He then moved on to tracing the other's jaw with small, wet kisses. And coming upon the man's ear, he grinned and began to nibble his lobe and simultaneously nuzzling his hair. Knives gave a small gasp at the new sensations, but wasn't about to let his twin have all the fun.

Growling, Knives lay back on the bed, pulling Vash with him. Vash moved from assaulting his ear to nipping and kissing his way down his neck, earning him small gasps. Still rumbling low in his throat, the shorthaired twin began unbuttoning the thin white shirt that was baring him from what he desired. The two sides of the clothing falling open, he began running his long fingered hands reverently, if not a bit sadly, over the muscular and liberally scarred chest and abs. A shiver ran through the body he continued to worship, making him smile.

Learning by example, Vash's hands skimmed along the sculpted planes of flesh presented to him, causing Knives to vaguely register he had been naked the entire time. Glancing down, he smirked as he decided his brother might as well have been too, for all the concealing his pants provided. Returning to his previous activity, he persuaded Vash to give up his own pursuits so he could remove his shirt. But the wanted gunman didn't need his hands. His mouth worked just as well, if not better. Kissing his way wetly down Knives' chest, he began to find a new way to pleasure his twin once he found his nipples.

Covering his right one with his a kiss, the outlaw swirled his tongue around the tight bud of flesh, Knives gasping and finally pulling the shirt off. He twined his hands in his brother's spiked locks, arching his back as Vash nipped the sensitive flesh and blew lightly on it before moving on to the other one. Knives panted and groaned, his arousal throbbing as it was pressed against his twin's stomach. The gunman, satisfied with the hardened mounds of flesh, continued his wet kisses down the abdomen, dipping and swirling his tongue suggestively in his sibling's bellybutton.

By then, Knives was lost in a haze of passion and arousal, Vash's kisses feeling like a trail of fire down his entire body. Writhing beneath his counterpart's touches, he gasped loudly when he felt the cool air of the room hit his erect member. But it was quickly enveloped in a warm, wet heat turning his gasp into a moan at the end. Slick muscle wrapped around his length, caressing every inch all the way to the hilt. Vash grazed his teeth along the underside, holding the other's hips so he wouldn't thrust, and nipping at the head at he let go. Knives tried, but was unable to hold in a small whimper of disappointment at the loss. Vash couldn't help but chuckle. His brother glared at him.

"Quit…teasing." He snarled quietly.

His threat was muted by the fact that he was flushed and panting. But Vash smiled and moved up, giving the other a chaste kiss in apology. Or what should have been a chaste kiss. Knives threw his left arm over his brother's neck, pulling them together and slipping his tongue into that sweet, heated cavern, his twin groaning in pleasure. His right hand was busy undoing his gentle brother's pants. Slipping them down pale hips, he freed the other's own engorged member. Ending the carnal kiss, he took Vash's right hand and proceeded to suck and lick the first three fingers in the most erotic way he knew.

Vash was enraptured as he watched his soon-to-be lover's lust filled eyes and felt the way he was practically giving his fingers a blowjob. Finished, Knives let go and spread his legs as the blond gunman moves his slicked fingers to his virgin entrance.

"This will hurt at first."

Knives nodded, ice locking onto cyan.

He hissed as the first digit slid in and Vash paused, letting him adjust. Nodding again, another finger was added. Knives was unable to stop a small grimace from crossing his face, but relaxed as the two probes scissored within him. Then a third was added and he had to bite back a scream. Eyes screwed shut, a small tear leaked out, tracking down his cheek. Vash leaned forward and kissed it away, his heart clenching at the thought of hurting his twin like this. But Knives' face relaxed, along with the rest of his body and he sighed as the pain lessened and the sensation became rather enjoyable. Then the preparation was over and Vash pulled his fingers out and positioned his throbbing erection over his entrance.

He slid in slow, watching the other plant's face the entire time. Knives gasped at the feeling of being filled, arching his back and fisting his hands in the sheets. Vash grasped his hips and pushed in all the way to the hilt. The tight heat was unbelievable. Looking down, he couldn't help but love how beautiful Knives looked, his nude, sweat-slicked body shining in the light of the setting suns. Running his hand gently along his brother's face, ice colored eyes opened to regard him questioningly.

"What is it?"

Shaking his head, Vash smiled. "You're just…so beautiful."

Rolling his eyes, Knives wrapped his legs around his twin's hips, urging him to move. The outlaw complied. Pulling out almost all the way, he thrust back in, hitting something deep within his lover that made sparks explode behind his eyes. Knives moaned incoherently as his brother pulled out again and thrust back, bucking his hips to meat his thrust. Vash grasped his partner's straining erection, pumping in time with his thrusts, each one hitting that sweet spot deep within other. The pace became frenzied when Knives started writhing and moaning, meeting every thrust with his hips.

It didn't take long for Vash to feel Knives stiffen beneath him and come, screaming hoarsely, his seed splattering across their stomach's and his hand. He quickly followed when his twin's muscle clamped around his own cock, yelling Knives' name and releasing thickly deep within him. They fell into a sweaty heap, heaving in the after-glow.

"Vash…get off me." Knives grunted.

He complied, laying on his side and hugging the other to him. The darker man sighed but didn't move. Vash's breathing evened out and he soon fell asleep. Knives lay in his embrace watching the other sleep. Vash clung to him, mumbling quietly.

"Mm, love you Knives."

Millions Knives stiffened at the revelation. Looking at his brother's face, he couldn't help but smile. "I love you too Vash."

Wrapping his arms around his lover's waist, he too succumbed to sleep, his head resting against his brother's chest.

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The morning suns found the two men still in bed. Vash was awake and watching his brother, a light smile touching his features. Yawning, Knives cracked an eye open and looked at his twin. Vash's smile turned into a grin and the corner of Knives' mouth twitched up in response.

"Vash!!"

The brothers turned confused and annoyed faces to the sound of the shrill shout.

"Vash!!"

Sighing, said plant rolled out of bed and, quickly throwing on a loose pair of sweats, opened the window to address the person outside.

"There you are! Get down here now and get to work! I'm not paying for your insane brother's doctor bills!"

Vash cringed and Knives scowled.

"But Meryl…" the gunman whined. "It's still early!"

"I don't care what time it is, get down here this instant!"

"Alright, alright, I'll be down in a few minutes." Closing the window, he turned to find his lover glaring.

"What?"

"You let them talk to you like that?"

Vash sighed. "Don't worry about it Knives." He headed to the door, the bathroom being down the hall in the house he had rented to stay in. "I've got to get ready for work, OK?"

Knives sat up and winced, pain jolting through his lower back. "Fine. But I'm on top tonight."

Vash turned and raised a blond eyebrow at him. "Who said there was going to be a next time, and especially tonight?"

His twin gaped at him. The outlaw laughed as he left the room and went to go take a shower. Knives crossed his arms and huffed, listening as the laughter echoed down the hall. "He is so on the bottom." Glaring at the door he shouted, "Tonight!!"

~*Owari*~

A/N: <stares at the computer.>

Kurai: <looks over her shoulder and nods.> That was pretty good for your first lemon.

<Falls out the chair>

Kurai: 0_0 What?

I just-wrote- a LEMON Ku-chan!!

Ku-chan: So? You could have just let it be shounen ai, but NO! you just HAD to make it a lemon!

<sits up> I WANNA WRITE ANOTHER ONE!!! ^_^

Ku-chan: Then get to work on S.R.!!

Yes'm!!

Ha!! Well, Scott, Cathowl, what did you two think? And anyone else who reads this, how was it? I thought I did well, considering it was my first lemon, and a PWP at that. Well, R&R and remember, constructive criticism is always appreciated, just NO FLAMES!!

Later Dayz & TAnx!!

-Gemi & Kurai