Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Untitled ❯ One-Shot

Whee. The author's notes and disclaimers go here:

A/N: More fragments of something larger. I wouldn't post them, except that I'm a feedback whore. A big one. Weh. I think the larger fic that Tsuki and I are planning is splitting off into a few smaller large fics....if that made any sense at all, you get a cookie....if not, you're free to smack me around a bit ^^;;

I have been hesitant about posting this one, because there are parts of it that just don't read right to me....I need a new beta reader. My usual one just doesn't seem to have time to work with me anymore....

Bah. Screw you people (You know who you are....people I beta for all the time, who won't do it for me... pfft on you...) *ahem* Where was I?

Oh yeah...

Disclaimer: Trigun and all related characters do not belong to me. Piss off. ^^;;

Pairings: Wolfwood (Chapel) x Midvalley, Legato x Midvalley

P.O.V: Midvalley (I hate first person. Why am I using it with him all the time? *sigh*)Warnings: Yaoi.

Feedback, please! ^^;;;

[ooh, the story starts here! ^^;;;;]

Chapel. Always fucking Chapel.

For a long time, I guess that was more a literal term, than a figurative one. For some reason, it's really damn easy for a priest to pick up chicks. And men. Sick fascination you all have.

Chapel and I used to go out drinking together. Gambling. And picking up chicks. And men.

Fun times that we both knew wouldn't last.

And the glory of what we had was that if we didn't pick up anyone, we could always go back and fuck each other. And that was never something to scoff at.

*******

Midvalley the Hornfreak sat back, and closed his eyes. Memories creep up at the worst times, and this was no exception. Remembering the good times is a bad idea when you're trying your damndest to hate someone.

Chapel had fucked up, and Midvalley's loyalties said that he should hate him. Midvalley's loyalties said he should want to destroy him. And he did, but not for the reasons he should.

*******

I remember the night He called Chapel to His chamber. No one was called there without good reason, and it was a damn rare occurrence. I was intrigued. Legato was sent in to relay the message, and caught us in the middle of something. I saw the cold fire in those eyes differently that day. It would never be the same.

Legato didn't even bother knocking on the door. He heard screams from the other side, and knew what was happening. He didn't care. It was no secret that Chapel swung both ways, and the few times he was ever around, the disturbances from the company he kept could usually be heard beyond the small room he used when he was there.

No one ever left alive, and he knew that, but he just couldn't seem to stop himself from bringing people back to that mansion. As though a priest couldn't pick up people well enough on his own, he felt he had to impress them with our living quarters. Ours. Not his. He didn't live here, and he didn't belong. And he knew it. The only reason we kept him around was because Knives thought he might come in handy some day. I guess he finally found a use for him.

What Legato didn't know at the time, was that it was me in that room with Chapel. Was it jealousy? Anger? Hate? It wasn't Legato's usual contempt. It wasn't anything usual at all.

Legato's agonizingly beautiful voice flowed from both his mouth and his mind, but this time, it seemed to fill the room more than usual. "Chapel. The Master requests your attendance. NOW."

I remember the darkness creeping into the corners of Chapel's eyes. Hate? Fear? Anger? I didn't know. Legato turned and left without a word. Chapel knew he would be waiting in the foyer. He wouldn't stay. He was disgusted, and didn't even bother trying to hide it. It wasn't as though Chapel and I fucking was a secret to him. It wasn't as though anything around here was a secret to him. Secrets didn't exist in Legato's world. Freedom of thought was something he'd never known, and a privilege all of us gave up. To be a Gung-Ho Gun was to be a part of a tightly wound machine. And if you were a defective part, you were replaced. If you thought you needed privacy, you had something to hide. People who are loyal have nothing to hide.

Yes, Chapel and I fucked. And we liked it. And we didn't care.

Yes, Chapel and I went out together, and brought people back. And we fucked them. And Legato was disgusted. And we didn't care. And sometimes, he was nice enough to let me help him destroy them. No one left that mansion alive. Sure, Legato could have wiped their minds. Made them forget us, forget me. Forget they were ever there. But he didn't. He liked killing them. And I? I usually very much enjoyed watching. Or helping, on the few occasions I was allowed. I didn't care that my pleasure came at the cost of the lives of others. I just didn't give a fuck. Perhaps I didn't have the capacity to do so. When you're a Gung-Ho Gun, normality is left behind. You adhere to a new set of rules. You learn them, and you follow them, and fuck-all to the rest of the natural world. Fuck-all to the rest of the spiders and their pristine little webs. Mine was a dirty one, but alluring. Legato once told me I was a different kind of spider than others he'd known. That my web seemed much more alluring, and trapped things better. He told me that would come in handy one day. At the time, I really had no idea what he meant. I'd caught him watching me a couple of times, and swore that what I saw might have actually been desire, but I'd brushed it off. Legato? Yeah, right.

Chapel dressed, and I told him I wanted to know exactly what Knives had called him in for. He told me it was none of my goddamn business. I told him anything that interrupted a session this good was priority number one of my goddamn business. He just gave me an inviting smile and walked right out the door. I knew things were changing. And it pissed me off.

I didn't bother going back to my room. Just stayed there, and waited for him to come back.

I watched porn for a while on the little black-and-white tv, and took care of finishing what had been interrupted. I put my clothes back on and drank. And smoked. And brooded.

After a while, I picked up Sylvia from the corner and played until he came back. When I'm playing, time doesn't exist. I had no idea how long he was gone. But when he came in that room, I knew things were different.

*******

"Go away, Midvalley."

"Fuck off. You owe me an explanation and you know it."

"Go away. I don't owe you anything. I never have. It's not like you're my fucking boyfriend or something. Get lost."

"Fuck you, Chapel."

"I already have. More times than I can count."

"Fucked yourself, or me?"

"I'm pretty fucked right now."

"What did he want?"

"Nothing. None of your fucking business."

I came up behind him, pressing hard against him. "Tell me." I whispered. He pulled away. He sat on the bed, head in his hands. I offered him a cigarette, which he accepted. I lit it for him, then sat, leaning against the flimsy headboard.

"Chapel..." I started, but he cut me off.

"They've got my kids. They've got them under fucking surveillance and if I don't do what he tells me, they're going to fucking kill them. Happy now, Mister Informed?"

"Jesus, Chapel. I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. You hate kids. You don't give a flying fuck."

"You're right. I do hate kids."

"I'm right about all of it."

"No, you're not."

"Fuck off, Hornfreak."

"What do you have to do?"

My question was greeted with silence. Absolute, and complete. The cigarette in his mouth glowed red, as he took a long drag off of it. His face looked drawn, he looked darker and older than I'd ever seen him look. He closed his eyes and leaned back, resting his head across my legs. When he finally spoke, he said only three words. But they were the only three I needed.

"Vash the Stampede."

My breath caught.

"No." The word came out more as a growl, than a word. "You can't."

"I have to."

"Fucking son of a bitch."

"And after that, I'm out of here."

"Why?"

"I'm only here for the money for the orphanage. You know that. I'm only here because Evergreen put me here. I don't belong here. I always told him I was out as soon as I got the money I needed. He never protested it. I'll get the money, and I'll get my kids. That's all I want."

"If you can get him here alive."

"Yes."

"When are you leaving?"

"In the morning."

"You'd better get some sleep."

"I sleep better after sex."

"Is this the last time?"

"Nah. I have to make reports. I'll be back through."

"I'm going to make you wish you weren't leaving."

"I hope so."

"I'm going to make you fucking exhausted."

"I'm counting on that."

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I woke up in that room the next morning alone. I took Sylvia, and I went back to my own. I fully intended to go right back to sleep for a few hours. The presence of Legato Bluesummers in my room changed all of my intentions.

I transferred Sylvia to my left hand, and bowed slightly, watching his face with my eyes concealed. A small smile played at the corner of his lips at my actions, and then was gone.

"And to what do I owe the privilege of your presence, Legato-sama?"

"You disgust me."

"Why so?"

"Touching such filth."

"Oh, that."

"And questioning the Master's instructions."

I looked away. He'd pulled my conversation with Chapel directly from my mind. Nothing new. Freedom of thought didn't exist here. Neither did private conversations.

"I'm giving you an opportunity to redeem yourself."

"I'm listening."

"Stop listening with your ears, and open your mind."

I didn't refuse him.

Legato did something to me that I'd never even dreamed of. And after he was finished, an amazing smile crossed his face. Dark. Powerful. Exquisite.

I had been, essentially, mind-fucked by Legato Bluesummers, and damned if I hadn't enjoyed myself immensely. And he knew it. And now, the terms of payment would follow that smile. And I knew they wouldn't be easy to meet.

"Are you loyal, Midvalley?" The words with his voice this time, instead of just echoing off the walls of my mind. Fuck, but his voice was beautiful.

"You wouldn't have done that if you thought I wasn't."

"I will not repeat myself." Dripping velvet poison, invaded my ears and my mind, as the smile slowly began to fade. I wanted to tear both out at once, and yet I loved it.

"Yes, Legato-sama. I am loyal."

"Good." Those golden cat eyes sent shivers down my spine as the word echoed like an evil, inviting purr. The smile returned, again. He seemed pleased.

"What are you willing to give up for what I have given you?"

I didn't answer him. His smile increased, no longer a pleased smile, but rather one that was meant to invoke fear.

It worked.

"Never again,"

My mind raced. He wants me to give up fucking people, doesn't he? For ONE SESSION? He's got to be joking....

"I never joke, Hornfreak." The velvet concealed razor-sharp ice, as the words left his perfect lips. His eyes darkened.

"Are you saying that it was not good enough for you? Are you ungrateful?"

"Absolutely not, Legato-sama."

"What are you willing to give up?"

"Everything, providing you'll do that again, sometime."

Legato went silent. I'd never made requests of him. I knew better than that. The fear seeped in. I reminded myself that it paid to think before opening my big fucking mouth.

"You should always remember that."

I nodded. It always threw me off a bit when he pulled my thoughts from my mind like that. He knew it did. That was why he did it.

"You are never to touch Chapel again. Ever."

"Yes, Legato-sama."

"Keep your filthy habits to whomever else you see fit, but you keep away from him."

"Yes, Legato-sama."

"You may fuck whomever you chose, but keep in mind that you belong to me now." The icy velvet wrapped around me, serpentine, and possessive. My voice escaped me, and I felt my chest constricting. I was being wrapped in the most beautiful and painful embrace of my life, and I wasn't sure if I ever wanted it to end. Even if staying there meant dying.

"Y..yes Legato-sama."

He smiled widely. "You like the idea of belonging to me, don't you?" He sounded both pleased, and a trifle amused.

"Yes."

"Good."

He stood, then. His hair back in place, covering the left eye. This was the only time I'd ever seen both of them, and I knew I wouldn't again anytime soon, if ever. I was drawn to the only imperfection he seemed to have. His left eye was ringed with a pale scar, that I had an intense desire to touch. Forbidden fruit, indeed. Seeing that was, alone, something I'm sure I wasn't supposed to do, and now, my idiot self wanted to touch it? What the fuck was wrong with me? I must have a death wish.

"Don't think I haven't seen the way you look at me, Midvalley. Don't think I don't notice that it's different than you look at other people."

He was right, of course. Legato Bluesummers was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, and a voice to match. And the things he could do with that mind of his.... You'd have to be asexual not want him. And stupid not to want him more than anything else you'd ever had.

"Don't think I haven't seen the way you look at me."

I remembered those eyes watching me. I remembered the cold contempt every time he saw me bring someone back. Jealousy? Maybe...

I remembered the look in his eyes when he'd walked in on Chapel and I the night before. I understood more now than I'd ever imagined.

"Don't speak before thinking." His words cut hard into my thoughts.

"You're asking me not to be myself."

Keep it light, Midvalley. Keep on topics that will keep you farther out of the fuck-up zone.

"Then don't."

"They why do you want me if you don't want me to be myself?"

Shaky ground, Midvalley. You know better....

"Assumptions."

"You wouldn't have done what you did if you didn't want me."

"Your ego is bigger than your cock, Hornfreak."

And you would know, now, wouldn't you, Legato?

I smiled, and got to my feet, my legs a bit shaky. I bowed slightly, and the irritation seemed to leave him for a moment. I felt myself walking backwards against my own will until I was pinned to the wall. I felt his hands, but he was nowhere near me. He closed the one visible golden eye, and I heard his voice melting into my mind. "Show me just how much bigger your cock IS."

I felt myself responding to a mouth I couldn't feel. This was different than what he'd done before. I would soon learn that nothing is ever the same twice with Legato.

When he was finished with me this time, he left.

I did what I had originally intended to do upon returning to my room: I shed all of my clothing, and slept.

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