LEGATO'S BIRTHDAY by NightShade
Legato stood on one rocky promontory , observing the suns that went down. A fresh breeze was blowing, raising weak clouds of dust. He likeed that feeling of loneliness, the wind on his skin that played with his hats as the sky grew dark.
' Legato' felt in his mind. He knew from years that voice and he knew that his Master wished to see him.
Knives was seated in his room, a red wine glass in one hand, apparently absorbed in his thoughts.
" Do you wished to see me, Master? "
" Undressed " Knives answered without turned.
Legato was amazed by that strange request, but since he was usual to obey without make questions, he began to undressed himself; he didn't understand what Knives wanted from him.
When he had ended, stood here still. Knives stoo up and met hin, his eyes fixed in those of the other man.
Knives layed one hand on Legato's face, kissing him on the mouth. " Happy birthday, Legato " he whispered.
Legato opened wide the eyes. He would have been never dreammed that a perfect being like Knives made what of the sort. He knew better how much He hated to be touched from disgusting creatures which were the humans, and he was a human too!
He let to guide on the bed, while his mind was prey to confusion.
" Mast... " tried to say, but Knives put a finger on his mouth and then kissed him again.
Legato fetl a strange feeling, completely new. Warm tears began to stream down to his face. He was crying without rendered an account: tears of gratitude and deep respect.
He felt the bitter cold of the thin and perfect fingers of Knives that ran on his skin, his warm breath on the neck, the sweet taste of his lips.
He did not notice to was sleep.
The pale light of the small blue moon shineing outside the window, lighted the room weakly.
He tried to replace his thoughts that, still confused, tormented his mind. A question did not give peace to it: ' why Knievs had made this for him, than was nothing else that an useless and pathetic human? '
Knives aslept calm nearly him. His head layed on Legato's chest, an arm around the hips of the other man, like not leaving to go away.
Legato observed for more time the expression on the face of his Master, an expression that he saw rarely. He wanted to touch him, also only for one time, but he didn't have the courage.
The desire won on the reason and he was found to touch him, with riverent respect as one could be touched a fragile statue of glass, with the tips of the fingers, the short hair of Knvies, down until the cheek.
" Thank you, Master " whispered at the deeply sleeping man.
Sweetly he moved of the Knives' arm and sloly he slipped outside from the bed, dressing himself and went away.
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This is my first trigun yaoi fanfic. Sorry for my english, but I'm italian. I hope you like it. ^__^
Disclaimer: Trigun and its characters aren't mine.
Legato stood on one rocky promontory , observing the suns that went down. A fresh breeze was blowing, raising weak clouds of dust. He likeed that feeling of loneliness, the wind on his skin that played with his hats as the sky grew dark.
' Legato' felt in his mind. He knew from years that voice and he knew that his Master wished to see him.
Knives was seated in his room, a red wine glass in one hand, apparently absorbed in his thoughts.
" Do you wished to see me, Master? "
" Undressed " Knives answered without turned.
Legato was amazed by that strange request, but since he was usual to obey without make questions, he began to undressed himself; he didn't understand what Knives wanted from him.
When he had ended, stood here still. Knives stoo up and met hin, his eyes fixed in those of the other man.
Knives layed one hand on Legato's face, kissing him on the mouth. " Happy birthday, Legato " he whispered.
Legato opened wide the eyes. He would have been never dreammed that a perfect being like Knives made what of the sort. He knew better how much He hated to be touched from disgusting creatures which were the humans, and he was a human too!
He let to guide on the bed, while his mind was prey to confusion.
" Mast... " tried to say, but Knives put a finger on his mouth and then kissed him again.
Legato fetl a strange feeling, completely new. Warm tears began to stream down to his face. He was crying without rendered an account: tears of gratitude and deep respect.
He felt the bitter cold of the thin and perfect fingers of Knives that ran on his skin, his warm breath on the neck, the sweet taste of his lips.
He did not notice to was sleep.
The pale light of the small blue moon shineing outside the window, lighted the room weakly.
He tried to replace his thoughts that, still confused, tormented his mind. A question did not give peace to it: ' why Knievs had made this for him, than was nothing else that an useless and pathetic human? '
Knives aslept calm nearly him. His head layed on Legato's chest, an arm around the hips of the other man, like not leaving to go away.
Legato observed for more time the expression on the face of his Master, an expression that he saw rarely. He wanted to touch him, also only for one time, but he didn't have the courage.
The desire won on the reason and he was found to touch him, with riverent respect as one could be touched a fragile statue of glass, with the tips of the fingers, the short hair of Knvies, down until the cheek.
" Thank you, Master " whispered at the deeply sleeping man.
Sweetly he moved of the Knives' arm and sloly he slipped outside from the bed, dressing himself and went away.
**********
This is my first trigun yaoi fanfic. Sorry for my english, but I'm italian. I hope you like it. ^__^
Disclaimer: Trigun and its characters aren't mine.