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Author's notes: Actually there is. This is a warning. You've read this before. There are men on men in this fic, and lots of abusive relationship. If either of these subjects bother you, as well as just plain psychotic people, then don't read this. If you DO read this after I warned you, flame if you want but that just makes YOU look bad. I warned ya.

Fic: SERAPHIM AND CONNOISSEUR, BEHOLD REFRAIN

Sometimes he wept, although he did it only when he knew there were no spectators to stare at him and laugh at his seeming humanity. He hated human and would not be looked at as such.

But sometimes he had to weep.

There was nothing he could do about it.

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He felt numb, as he always felt after his Master had punished him. His Master was a merciful and kind man, or - well, not a man, but nonetheless, He was merciful and kind, but He was only merciful to whom and what He felt needed benevolence most.

The Master had saved him from his broken life, had mended him and nurtured him and so when Master felt that he needed punishment he would gladly take it.

After all, he deserved it.

Now his body throbbed so regularly and repetitively, it was numb. He tasted blood dripping down the side of his head and into the corner of his mouth. He wondered where it came from.

He felt his bed sigh and compress as the weight of his Angel sat beside his bruising and bleeding body. He felt the Masters fingers brush against his head. Blood stuck his bluish colored hair to his pallid face.

"Legato."

"Master."

He felt his Master lean forward and felt His breath against his neck.

"Legato."

"Yes Master?"

"Do you love me?"

"Yes Master."

"Then you will do for me what I will."

"Yes Master."

He felt lips pressed against his forehead, a soft tongue licking a small portion of Legato's blood from his forehead.

"Legato, do you know what I want?"

"Yes, Master."

He knew what Master Knives wanted. It was always the same thing.

"Tell me."

"Your brother, Master."

"Yes Legato."

Legato closed his eyes. Vash again. It was always him.

"And what do we want from him?"

"...to make his life miserable, Master, until he returns to You."

"Yes, my pet. To draw him to me so he cannot refuse. And what do you want?"

Legato hesitated.

"Speak."

"What You want, Master."

"Good boy, Legato."

Legato felt Master Knives shift His weight.

"You are a most loyal pet. Aren't you, Legato."

"Yes, Master. The most loyal."

"Should I at all doubt."

"No, Master. Never."

But Legato felt unloyal.

"That's a good pet."

Master Knives' weight left the bed. Hushed footsteps made across the room as He left. The door shut as He departed.

He was unloyal, despite his desperate attempts to be faithful.

Legato felt hot tears stick to his cheeks, slicking the drying blood so that it seemed the tears shed were tears of blood.

Legato hated his Master sometimes.

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Midvalley the Hornfreak was known throughout the planet as not only a first- class musician but also a sex god.

Or so he told himself.

Well, he supposed someone like him was allowed to give himself credit for what he deserved, even if he didn't earn the title. He should have; he was excellent in the sack. Men, women, whomever it was he got in bed with him, would beg for more before the night was through.

Of course, even though no one could say Midvalley was unattractive, in fact asking even straight men if they found him unattractive was pointless, because it wasn't true. Midvalley was, to say the least, a major hottie.

But even hotties have their quirks. He was a little too fast, a little too forward, not quite able to postpone his come-ons until a decent time, consequently scaring the poor people off.

It pissed the Hell outta him.

He wasn't overly perverted, well; he was perverted, but no more than the next guy! And he, in fact, had a deeper respect for people, probably because the damn people were going to die anyways.

And really, he guessed sleeping around wasn't always satisfying anyways. Who knew what crotch-rot some of these sluts had? You can only protect yourself so much before it's just unavoidable. He was damn lucky to be as healthy as he was.

So after a pretty uneventful night, Midvalley returned home, not drunk but having drank, not tired but wanting sleep.

As he went home, he decided maybe he should stop by Legato's room to see how he was doing. He stopped by a bakery and bought a snack for him.

Legato brooded over things constantly, to a point where it seemed almost disturbing. Midvalley, although he feared Legato immensely, he sometimes felt that the twisted man was just that; twisted. And lonely. And so Midvalley felt it was his duty to stop by and visit Legato the way someone would visit their elderly parent in a nursing home; out of pity, if nothing else.

He rapped softly on Legato's door. He knew he wouldn't be sleeping; Legato was a bit of an insomniac. It must be part of his insanity.

There was a soft sound on the other side of the door, but no response.

Midvalley rapped on the door again. There was a murmur and Midvalley assumed it to be a "come in".

He opened the door and poked his head in. It was dark in the room, and Midvalley could see but a silhouette of Legato.

"Hey. Heading home, wanted to see if you needed anything. You okay?"

Midvalley felt comfortable talking to Legato informally if they were alone. If there were others present, he would be a tight-ass and tell him to be formal but usually if they were alone he'd let it slide.

"I'll be alright," Legato said softly, moving, his shadows shifting with him. His voice sounded stuffy and plugged as if he had a hard time breathing from his nose.

"I brought you a cinnamon cake thing, thought you'd be hungry."

"Not now."

Midvalley fingered the baggie with the sweet cake inside.

"Are you sure? Alright. I'll take it home and eat it myself."

There was a heavy pause.

"You can leave it there, on my table."

Midvalley opened the door a bit more, letting light through, and entered cautiously, careful not to run into anything. There wasn't much to trip over, as Legato was apt to perfection and his room was more often than not immaculate, but Midvalley was never too certain with Legato.

He set the cake on the table.

"Do you like poems, Midvalley?"

"What? Well, I suppose - I mean, poems have the air of song, right? And so, yeah. I love music."

"And whence came what need it be, and to foretell a moment when once it was green and golden and whence onetime future in black it sees."

Midvalley wasn't quite sure what to say.

"Does it make sense?"

"No, I guess not."

"I didn't think so."

Midvalley stared at Legato's figure, his eyes adjusting to the light.

"You sure you'll be okay?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"No reason. I'll visit tomorrow, okay? Maybe you'll need something then."

Legato was silent and Midvalley left, glad to be out of there.

But in a weird way, wouldn't have minded if Legato asked him to stay.

* * * * * * * * * * * * Authors notes: I hope you liked it! Please review! More to come soon. If you guys review, I will know what you want and will try my hardest to fit it into the story!