Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. If I did, it would be as smutty as the shit I write. So there.
Elendira once inquired as to what my favorite food is.
A simple, yet not so simple question. I would have to think back to every meal I've ever had, figure in mood and the events preceding it. Very tedious, whereas to ask me of my favorite taste would immediately prompt an answer, because it is one that will never change.
You see, there is no taste like that of my brother; from his mouth to the tip of every toe. And there is nothing I have ever wanted more than him.
Vash is the forbidden fruit, a flavor of innocence and guilt stirred with a strong theory of foolishness. I had him just once - so briefly it was scarcely enough to call an encounter of any kind. For years my memory has been my only comfort, my only reminder of what might come to pass out of this century. It's the illogical part of us that wants to believe he'll want us in return. Vash was always hiding, denying me of what is rightfully mine - ours - it's almost as if he doesn't want happiness. It's not that he doesn't know, because we can feel it in the back of his mind, even as he sleeps in his empty cell.. I never wanted it to be this way, my love.. but I forgive you. In the end it'll be just us, and he will come to me, begging for us to claim him. We will be the royalty of Gunsmoke. The day draws nearer, promising so many things and urging feelings I have for no one - nothing - else.
We can't help but shudder at the thought of being inside of him and him being inside of us. It isn't the act, but the significance of it all that will be glorifying. One kiss, one moment of union.. that's all it will take.
Vash has held onto his humans long enough. Soon, very soon, he'll realize that they don't understand him. They can't love him like we can. All there is left to do is piece his broken heart back together, starting now, one night at a time.. Bathed in euphoria, drinking in that precious voice, we.. I .. will bring him to a climax he never thought his body was capable of.
Then again, my hopes for him always have been higher than they should probably be. I was the weaker twin, even in all my attempts to be stronger for him. He didn't see; perhaps did not understand. Everything is for us - surely he sees this by now? The influences are no longer there to lead him away from us, after all.
Legato doubts. He is useful, but his jealously outweighs his judgment in times like these. The humanity shows more than I'd like it to. He asks what we will do if Vash betrays us. Fool. This is too perfect for petty fighting. But to ease his simple mind, I gave him our simple answer.
If I can't have Vash, no one will.