Title: AFresh Taste

Summary: Legato watches the Typhoon and ponders on his resemblance to his master.

Disclaimer: Don't own Trigun or any of the characters.

Rating: PG

A/N: Legato/Knives (one sided) Legato/Vash (insinuated).

Staring at the blonde gunman, in the right light, he could almost be mistaken for his brother, Knives. This thought had often plagued Legato Bluesummers as he watched Vash the Stampede. And he watched more than Vash, or even Knives, knew about.

He watched the humanoid typhoon down the last of his beer and slouch over the empty glass with a constant frown marring his usually angelic features. Legato continued to watch as Vash ordered another drink and sat cradling it for almost ten minutes before taking a sip.

He watched the typhoon swallow the cold liquor and licked his lips as some of the liquid seeped from his lips and trickled down his chin. Legato imagined pinning the spiky haired gunman to the table he sat at and licking every last drop of the alcohol from his chin and lips. He shuddered at the vivid images that filled his mind and gripped the table until his knuckles turned white in order to stop himself from carrying out his fantasy.

His hand absently wandered from the table edge to his other arm, the one that was not his own. He felt the soft skin beneath his fingers and brought it to his lips before trailing his tongue over the hot flesh.

He tasted only himself, the arm had been his for too long and it had lost its previous owner's flavour. It was time Legato got himself a fresh taste.