Title: Ensnarement
Summary: 'Nicholas D. Wolfwood is indeed a devil sent to ensnare him'
Disclaimer: Don't own Trigun or any of the characters.
Rating: PG-13
Rough unforgiving wood scrapes at Midvalley the Hornfeak's back as even less merciless hands tear open his shirt and expose his flesh to the ravenous mouth of the man who has him pushed against the tavern wall.
The cold night air bites at his flesh and he shivers as the man's teeth sink in to his neck. He sucks and licks the flesh, conjuring a mixture of pain and ecstasy within Midvalley. He gasps as one hand is shoved unceremoniously down his trousers and the other grabs his rear, pushing him in to the man's grasp.
He grunts and groans as the stranger's hand pounds within his trousers, pulling at the already painfully tight material. He plays him like Midvalley plays his saxophone; with vigour and passion.
At the crescendo his hand grasps Midvalley's chin and he forces his head back to look him in the eye, a smug grin on his face. Midvalley emits one final grunt and falls against the stranger, weak at the knees and panting for breath. "L-legato s-sent me." The man nods and takes back his hand. "You're needed."
"Needed by who?" His smile is devilish and his tone arrogant but Midvalley can't help but want him. He swears that the man before him is not a priest, but a demon, sent to temp him to hell's gates.
He watches the preacher turn and walk in the direction of his church and sighs. He adjusts himself to try and look presentable and follows the man with confident steps.
Yes Nicholas D. Wolfwood is indeed a devil sent to ensnare him and take him to hell. But Midvalley the Hornfreak is more than willing to follow him there.
Fin.
