Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Vashu ❯ Vashu...? ( One-Shot )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: alythia

Grumpy sleepy me says: Not. Mine.

My KxV musings add: If not, the manga will have pics of Knives' lovely behind with every episode, and the anime will have Knives and his - his! X3 - lovable Vashu humping and moaning. Muahaha XD

Spoilers: …Mangaverse? Coz in the manga, the Big Fall/Great Fall (…wateva ya wanna call it) happened 150 years before; not 130+ as most of the other fic-authours has expected. Knives said it himself, in Trigun Maximum, Vol 8, Chapter 1, pg 7. Then, in Trigun Maximum, Chapter 80, pg 7, Vash left Knives arou-MFFFT?

(Vash grinning sheepishly, tighten his grip on author's mouth, dragging her away, muttering something about too much is too much…) (author manages to escape as Knives starts attacking Vash - in a very yummy way - and the author is reluctant to go…

A/N: I dunno why I was harassed and munched in the toes by a KxV bunny at two in the morning. I got these two killer final exams in around 28 hours, but my fingers were itching to type this down. But with this finished almost 2 hours later, kehehehe…

(kicks the poor plot bunny out through the window of my fifth floor dorm room) Ah that felt sooooo good! X3

My first twincest/smut/fic ever! x ;; Please be as cruel as you can/want 3 I'm a very positive thinker

Oh by the way, even I was a bit confused by my own ending… ;; Make your own assessment of what happened. This is angst, right? X

(happily pats a sulking Knives on the back. “Ah, dun worry. My next fic will have a more angst-ier you! Oo…“Die, bitch.” “Not till I have you groveling at Vash's feet with a hard on, begging for a lay. Muahahahaa! XD” )

Happy reading

Now I need my beauty sleep… Zzzzzzzz…..

“Vashu…”

I slowly kissed his lips. Little pecks at first, then tongues clashed in a battle of dominance. He tastes so sweet… it felt sooo good…

I disengaged my mouth from his regretfully, but us Plants still need to breath too you know. Still, I'd never get enough of Vash. Ever…

“Hmm?”

I looked into his eyes. Shining with innocence, he still didn't know the weight of our actions; of what we have been doing for the past three decades.

We're doing this together, as we only have each other. During the period of our adolescence, I didn't know what exactly I have to do. I kept having these dreams of Vashu in endearing and compromising states and it always felt so good in the morning afters, even after I wet my pants.

But I wasn't satisfied with just that.

“I love you.”

I raped him.

Pushed my member in and out of his blood-slicked opening; searching for selfish release.

He cried so much… so much…

After that incident, he began avoiding me. Again…

I begged, pleaded; for weeks to come. For him to forgive me, to accept me…

He did.

And that night, I loved his body to the point he cried.

But this time, out of pleasure.

And the night after that, and the night after…

“I know.”

I pushed Vash down, onto his back, eagerly licking and nipping his neck. I savored his taste, doting his body. Loving the person that Vash was.

Vash moaned even louder under my ministrations.

I slowly licked my way down to his cute, but somehow sluttish pink nipples.

This was going to be a long night. A very pleasurable and enjoyable one.

Just for you, Vashu…

“I really love you.”

I licked from the base of his member, up to the tip. I relished in his exquisite flavor, yearning for more.

I sucked on his tip, earning a gurgling kind of scream from Vash's sweet mouth.

Which meant that he really liked it.

And he wanted more.

I gave him just that.

“I know that...”

Slicking my fingers with my saliva, I slipped my finger into his crevice. One finger, two… Vash was squirming in discomfort, so I kissed him again.

I languidly stretched Vash opening while giving him sloppy wet kisses; letting him taste a bit of himself in my mouth.

I had taught myself, that particular detail about how I should try to expand his opening by stretching it. So Vashu can enjoy this as much as I was…

I didn't want to hurt him anymore.

I cared too much for this passive brother of mine.

“Do you love me..?”

I removed my fingers, and positioned him for penetration.

I gazed deeply into his eyes, asking for his permission.

In his haze of arousal and desire, he smiled sweetly at me, circled his arms around my neck, kissing me softly on my forehead.

That was his personal way of conveying his affections to me. And a cue for me to continue.

That was so like Vash…

I slowly pushed myself into his body.

“…...”

Gradually, I increased the frequency of my pumping into his slicked anus. As I hit his prostate head on, he whimpered and mewled his delight. Again and again and again…

I could come just at the sight of him like this…

I fingered and pumped his penis at the same time of the movement of my hips. Oh, how much he loved that.

Our panting got heavier as we were reaching our limits. His hot and tight channel was squeezing onto my dick, and I thrusted in harder; deeper…

“Vashu…?”

Vashu cried his release. How his gorgeous face twisted in satisfaction…

After a couple more thrusts, I came into him.

Mingling in cum and sweat, he basked in his afterglow, while I was lazily making butterfly kisses on his chest and neck.

“…….”

“Naa, Vashu…”

“Hm?”

“Could we stay like this… forever…?”

He smiled…

His gaze fixed into my eyes, smiling that sad, painful smile I hated so much…

“How should I know…?”

My heart shattered.

I hugged him; as tightly as I could muster. And let my tears go…

He kept smiling.