warning : If you didn't see it before, you'll have a chance to see it now - there's YAOI! This fic is nothing but YAOI (okay so I snuck in a dab of yuri but blink and you'll miss it)! Lots of guys doing lots of things to other guys. Don't like the idea of Wolfwood and Vash getting it on? That's fine, don't read it. It's just that simple. Feel free to totally ignore this warning and roast my ass with flames anyways though. God knows it happens enough to authors far more talented than I. Also various and major spoilers for the series abound i.e. if you don't know who/what Knives or Chapel are, you probably shouldn't go further than this.
disclaimer : Characters don't belong to me. If they did, the Trigun universe would be quite scarily different and I'd be doing cartwheels of glee.
note : I do some manga/anime crosses in this, but it's mostly the anime, with a slightly screwed up time line (need Knives outta the lightbulb here...). Most little tweaks where I randomly toss in the manga are noted at the start of each chapter.
The entire idea for this fic/group of fics (chapters could stand alone, really) as well as the title came from a realization that dawned on me while I was writing up a little thing on the general Trigun fandom for a buddy. The usual yaoi pairings were a straight line :
Knives -- Legato -- Midvalley -- Wolfwood -- Vash
Or a pecking order, if you will. (Poor Vash....)
random :
"precious burden I capture deep inside
what would my life be without pain in me
rely on what you need, devour what you feed
'cause what I try to breed is me in you
there's no one else to blame, this is my favorite pain
and all I want to gain is myself in you"
- Enter My Mind, by Drain STH
fic :
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It was silent, except for the soft sound of breathing.
Knives was reclined across the room in a chair, one leg bent up with his elbow resting on the knee. His mouth, hidden by a gloved hand, was curved downwards slightly in thought.
Cold blue eyes watched the human laying quietly across the room.
He was perfect.
Legato sighed quietly in admiration. It was easier, and much more pleasant, to admire his Master's still form in the lamplight than it was to concentrate on his own current position. He had been elated when Master had called for him. Surprised when Master had told him to strip. Obeyed when Master had told him to lay down on his stomach on the plain bed.
He wondered if Master was displeased with him. He'd been disgusted -- the _look_ on His face was burned into Legato's memory -- once He had found what Legato had been trying desperately to hide. His thoughts, desires, foolish human hopes all centering around this wondrous creature. He hadn't kept them from Master out of any sense of rebellion or 'self' -- never! -- but for His own sake. He'd know that if Master was to find out, He would be horrified.... That had been two days ago. Now they watched each other across the small room, the small space separating God and man.
Knives shifted and Legato's eyes light up. Perhaps he would come over, come close. Even if it was for a beating, even if it was for a punishment; to have Master's attention focused solely on him, if only for a moment, would be bliss. Even as he was vaguely worried and quietly upset over making Master angry, he'd been incredibly happy this entire time. Not that He was disgusted, no, but that He was watching _him_. His attention was not on His accursed brother, but on _him_. Legato Bluesummers.
He was moving again.
Knives stood lazily, gaze never seeming to shift away from the human's own adoring stare. Slowly, far too slowly for Legato, he walked across the floor silently to the bed and stood there. There was another long, silent moment as the two looked at each other before Knives turned, sitting on the edge of bed with his back to Legato.
Legato clenched the bed sheets between his fingers, knuckles almost white. Master was so close.... He could feel the slight warmth generated by the other being, it being heightened more than usual due to his lack of clothing. To feel that warmth, to touch the heat he knew was the heart of his Master, usually hidden by cold eyes and actions.... It was torture to not touch.
"Legato."
"Yes, Master?" His voice was soft, small. Almost like a child's, knowing it had done something awful and now waiting to see what punishment it would receive.
"What do you think of me?" Knives asked smoothly. If Legato was the child, Knives was the teacher posing questions to his class of nervous brats. He waited patiently for an answer as Legato's mind tackled the simple question.
Knives was.... his Master was.... an angel, perfect, God, the world, everything, perfect, cold, hot, a plant, alive, perfect, his, unmarred, kind, cruel, perfect....
"Perfect," Legato said reverently. It was truly the only word to describe Master. He could see Knives' lips jerk upwards at that before his features smoothed out again and he turned halfway on the bed.
Legato flexed his fingers against the sheets.
It was torture.
"Do you know what I think of you?" Knives asked, patient. Legato's brow furrowed slightly in thought. He didn't dare to be so impudent as to say he knew what his Master thought, about _any_ subject, but he didn't think it was a rhetorical question either. He should answer.... but what should he say? As Legato's mind worked at that question, and at the others his own brain drudged up, Knives reached over slowly to trace a gloved fingertip along the human's spine. Legato gasped at the touch, arching immediately. Knives made a face and the hand was drawn away. "I didn't say you could move," he said sharply. Legato whimpered a bit but stilled and the light touch returned as his reward.
The blue haired man continued to think for a moment, trying to focus on the question knowing how displeased Master would be if he did not answer. It was proving to be difficult though with that ghost of a touch, that slight warmth, moving over his sensitive skin. "I.... do not know what you think of me, Master," he said finally.
There was a pause.
"Mm. Roll over onto your side, facing me."
Legato obeyed and the touch slid. Knives' palm brushed briefly over his arm before it became just the single, gloved fingertip again tracing over his ribs. "Why did you try and hide such things from me, Legato?"
"I-I...."
"Don't stutter."
"I'm sorry, Master."
"Well?" Knives sounded less patient, and much more cutting, this time. Legato shivered slightly and the touch was taken away again. He almost mewled in need.
"I.... I did not wish to disgust you," he said finally.
"Oh?" Once Legato's shivering stopped, the gentle tracing began again, dipping over and along his stomach. He fought to keep the muscles still under the teasing, not wanting the gentle warmth from a man usually as cold as glass to be taken away for the third time. Knives watched him, almost calculatingly, his expression relatively unreadable to the human next to him. They remained, watching each other in the silence again, both almost perfectly still save for Knives' tracings and Legato's slightly quick breathing. The blue haired man's hands were clenched into fists, not trusting himself otherwise. Master was so, so close.... He wanted to reach out and touch Him, so very badly.... feel the material of His usual outfit under his palm, run his fingers through that blonde hair so pale it was almost white, feel His lips crush his own..... he wanted.... he wanted....
"Legato," Knives' voice was calm again and Legato almost sighed in relief. He hated it when Master was unhappy. "I'm going to ask you another question and I want you to respond honestly, alright?"
"Yes."
"What is it you want?"
That was easy. Of course, Legato wanted many, many things. But each and everyone one of those things centered around what he really wanted. What he needed. But.... would Master be upset again? Legato almost frowned at the thought. He didn't wish to do that again.... but He had to said to be honest....
"You, Master."
There was a sharp inhalation of breath from Knives and the finger's exploring, lazy tracings stopped completely for a moment. "I see," Knives said after the short pause. He placed his hand then, palm down, on Legato's side and it took every bit of control the human had not to shudder in rapture. The patch of warmth slid down his dark side slowly, coming to rest on his hip. As Legato was trying to register this, this sudden kindness and warmth from the being he worshipped with every piece of his broken soul, he noticed that Knives had shifted a bit again and was now leaning in over him. All Legato would have to do was bring his head up, just a little, and their lips could meet.... He almost shuddered again at the thought, repressing it thoroughly, not wanting his Knives-sama to leave. Not now. Not ever.
"Was there anything in particular you wanted, Legato?" Knives sounded oddly curious.
If he just leaned in, a little more.... just a little more....
"M-Master... please..." Legato's voice broke on the words. He couldn't stand it. He wanted, no, he needed.... he needed so very badly....
"Please what, Legato?" Knives' breath fanned out over the other's lips. He was so close....
"P-Please," Legato pleaded, "Please, Master.... just.... just a kiss.... please...." He was gasping slightly in between his words. All Master would have to do was lean in, just a little more and close that tiny, tiny space that was yet somehow far too wide. The anticipation was killing him, slowly but surely, like a cigarette. For a gaze so cold, Legato knew His lips would burn him to ash, waiting to be flicked away. That was fine. He could die, more than happily, if Master would just touch him, just this once.
Knives' eyes softened slightly and Legato's breath caught in his throat at the sight. Master was so beautiful, so perfect....
"A kiss....?" Legato gave a quiet noise of affirmation. The blonde leaned in, just a bit more, and Legato's heart stopped as their lips almost brushed. Master was going to.... his lips parted and....
"Keep hoping."
The door slammed.
disclaimer : Characters don't belong to me. If they did, the Trigun universe would be quite scarily different and I'd be doing cartwheels of glee.
note : I do some manga/anime crosses in this, but it's mostly the anime, with a slightly screwed up time line (need Knives outta the lightbulb here...). Most little tweaks where I randomly toss in the manga are noted at the start of each chapter.
The entire idea for this fic/group of fics (chapters could stand alone, really) as well as the title came from a realization that dawned on me while I was writing up a little thing on the general Trigun fandom for a buddy. The usual yaoi pairings were a straight line :
Knives -- Legato -- Midvalley -- Wolfwood -- Vash
Or a pecking order, if you will. (Poor Vash....)
random :
"precious burden I capture deep inside
what would my life be without pain in me
rely on what you need, devour what you feed
'cause what I try to breed is me in you
there's no one else to blame, this is my favorite pain
and all I want to gain is myself in you"
- Enter My Mind, by Drain STH
fic :
---
It was silent, except for the soft sound of breathing.
Knives was reclined across the room in a chair, one leg bent up with his elbow resting on the knee. His mouth, hidden by a gloved hand, was curved downwards slightly in thought.
Cold blue eyes watched the human laying quietly across the room.
He was perfect.
Legato sighed quietly in admiration. It was easier, and much more pleasant, to admire his Master's still form in the lamplight than it was to concentrate on his own current position. He had been elated when Master had called for him. Surprised when Master had told him to strip. Obeyed when Master had told him to lay down on his stomach on the plain bed.
He wondered if Master was displeased with him. He'd been disgusted -- the _look_ on His face was burned into Legato's memory -- once He had found what Legato had been trying desperately to hide. His thoughts, desires, foolish human hopes all centering around this wondrous creature. He hadn't kept them from Master out of any sense of rebellion or 'self' -- never! -- but for His own sake. He'd know that if Master was to find out, He would be horrified.... That had been two days ago. Now they watched each other across the small room, the small space separating God and man.
Knives shifted and Legato's eyes light up. Perhaps he would come over, come close. Even if it was for a beating, even if it was for a punishment; to have Master's attention focused solely on him, if only for a moment, would be bliss. Even as he was vaguely worried and quietly upset over making Master angry, he'd been incredibly happy this entire time. Not that He was disgusted, no, but that He was watching _him_. His attention was not on His accursed brother, but on _him_. Legato Bluesummers.
He was moving again.
Knives stood lazily, gaze never seeming to shift away from the human's own adoring stare. Slowly, far too slowly for Legato, he walked across the floor silently to the bed and stood there. There was another long, silent moment as the two looked at each other before Knives turned, sitting on the edge of bed with his back to Legato.
Legato clenched the bed sheets between his fingers, knuckles almost white. Master was so close.... He could feel the slight warmth generated by the other being, it being heightened more than usual due to his lack of clothing. To feel that warmth, to touch the heat he knew was the heart of his Master, usually hidden by cold eyes and actions.... It was torture to not touch.
"Legato."
"Yes, Master?" His voice was soft, small. Almost like a child's, knowing it had done something awful and now waiting to see what punishment it would receive.
"What do you think of me?" Knives asked smoothly. If Legato was the child, Knives was the teacher posing questions to his class of nervous brats. He waited patiently for an answer as Legato's mind tackled the simple question.
Knives was.... his Master was.... an angel, perfect, God, the world, everything, perfect, cold, hot, a plant, alive, perfect, his, unmarred, kind, cruel, perfect....
"Perfect," Legato said reverently. It was truly the only word to describe Master. He could see Knives' lips jerk upwards at that before his features smoothed out again and he turned halfway on the bed.
Legato flexed his fingers against the sheets.
It was torture.
"Do you know what I think of you?" Knives asked, patient. Legato's brow furrowed slightly in thought. He didn't dare to be so impudent as to say he knew what his Master thought, about _any_ subject, but he didn't think it was a rhetorical question either. He should answer.... but what should he say? As Legato's mind worked at that question, and at the others his own brain drudged up, Knives reached over slowly to trace a gloved fingertip along the human's spine. Legato gasped at the touch, arching immediately. Knives made a face and the hand was drawn away. "I didn't say you could move," he said sharply. Legato whimpered a bit but stilled and the light touch returned as his reward.
The blue haired man continued to think for a moment, trying to focus on the question knowing how displeased Master would be if he did not answer. It was proving to be difficult though with that ghost of a touch, that slight warmth, moving over his sensitive skin. "I.... do not know what you think of me, Master," he said finally.
There was a pause.
"Mm. Roll over onto your side, facing me."
Legato obeyed and the touch slid. Knives' palm brushed briefly over his arm before it became just the single, gloved fingertip again tracing over his ribs. "Why did you try and hide such things from me, Legato?"
"I-I...."
"Don't stutter."
"I'm sorry, Master."
"Well?" Knives sounded less patient, and much more cutting, this time. Legato shivered slightly and the touch was taken away again. He almost mewled in need.
"I.... I did not wish to disgust you," he said finally.
"Oh?" Once Legato's shivering stopped, the gentle tracing began again, dipping over and along his stomach. He fought to keep the muscles still under the teasing, not wanting the gentle warmth from a man usually as cold as glass to be taken away for the third time. Knives watched him, almost calculatingly, his expression relatively unreadable to the human next to him. They remained, watching each other in the silence again, both almost perfectly still save for Knives' tracings and Legato's slightly quick breathing. The blue haired man's hands were clenched into fists, not trusting himself otherwise. Master was so, so close.... He wanted to reach out and touch Him, so very badly.... feel the material of His usual outfit under his palm, run his fingers through that blonde hair so pale it was almost white, feel His lips crush his own..... he wanted.... he wanted....
"Legato," Knives' voice was calm again and Legato almost sighed in relief. He hated it when Master was unhappy. "I'm going to ask you another question and I want you to respond honestly, alright?"
"Yes."
"What is it you want?"
That was easy. Of course, Legato wanted many, many things. But each and everyone one of those things centered around what he really wanted. What he needed. But.... would Master be upset again? Legato almost frowned at the thought. He didn't wish to do that again.... but He had to said to be honest....
"You, Master."
There was a sharp inhalation of breath from Knives and the finger's exploring, lazy tracings stopped completely for a moment. "I see," Knives said after the short pause. He placed his hand then, palm down, on Legato's side and it took every bit of control the human had not to shudder in rapture. The patch of warmth slid down his dark side slowly, coming to rest on his hip. As Legato was trying to register this, this sudden kindness and warmth from the being he worshipped with every piece of his broken soul, he noticed that Knives had shifted a bit again and was now leaning in over him. All Legato would have to do was bring his head up, just a little, and their lips could meet.... He almost shuddered again at the thought, repressing it thoroughly, not wanting his Knives-sama to leave. Not now. Not ever.
"Was there anything in particular you wanted, Legato?" Knives sounded oddly curious.
If he just leaned in, a little more.... just a little more....
"M-Master... please..." Legato's voice broke on the words. He couldn't stand it. He wanted, no, he needed.... he needed so very badly....
"Please what, Legato?" Knives' breath fanned out over the other's lips. He was so close....
"P-Please," Legato pleaded, "Please, Master.... just.... just a kiss.... please...." He was gasping slightly in between his words. All Master would have to do was lean in, just a little more and close that tiny, tiny space that was yet somehow far too wide. The anticipation was killing him, slowly but surely, like a cigarette. For a gaze so cold, Legato knew His lips would burn him to ash, waiting to be flicked away. That was fine. He could die, more than happily, if Master would just touch him, just this once.
Knives' eyes softened slightly and Legato's breath caught in his throat at the sight. Master was so beautiful, so perfect....
"A kiss....?" Legato gave a quiet noise of affirmation. The blonde leaned in, just a bit more, and Legato's heart stopped as their lips almost brushed. Master was going to.... his lips parted and....
"Keep hoping."
The door slammed.