Tuck Me In
Tomi Sama
Song: "Tuck Me In." By Alkaline Trio
Pairing: KnivesxLegato
Warnings: Slash, violence, torture.
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. I just play with it.
Request: Pleeeease Review.
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Tuck me into where it's freezing.
Legato was shivering in the cold torture room. He had no idea how it could possibly get this cold in here, when outside it was so hot one could hardly stand it. He wrapped his arms around his bare chest, as he watched Knives across the room. He didn't know what was in store for him today, but he knew he deserved it. Whatever it was that he could have done, he deserved to be in the cold, dark room, sitting on the uncomfortable, blood drenched cot that he'd been on so many times before. Knives looked over at Legato; the cold blue eyes seemed to see right through him. "Lay down." Legato obeyed his master's orders, though now he was colder than ever.
Tuck me into bed with snakes.
Knives made his way over to the bed. He could see Legato shaking, but he didn't care. Once he found out if the human could survive bites from different animals, he'd let him leave and he could go do whatever he did when he wasn't here. Legato was looking at a spot just under Knives's eyes, afraid to make actual eye contact with his Master. Knives smirked and reached his hand into one of the two cages he brought over. Legato was unsurprised at seeing the snake. He knew Knives wanted to experiment with new animals. "Hold still." Another order that Legato obeyed, as Knives let the snake down on Legato's chest. The snake slithered up it, and Legato felt it crawling over his neck. He took a deep breath, expecting the snake to squeeze the air from his lungs. However, the snake seemed to grow bored, and lie on Legato, like he was a rock.
Tuck me in with the tarantulas
I wanna let them in my mouth, and down my throat
To lay their eggs.
Knives, with a stoic expression on his face, reached into the second cage, but Legato could see the pure glee in his eyes. The blonde haired man sat something down on Legato's stomach, and Legato had to hold back from wincing. A tarantula. He felt each hairy leg move up his bare stomach, over the sleeping snake, and up his throat. His eyes closed tightly, wishing the spider would get off of him. However, he felt the animal crawl up his neck, onto his chin. He pressed his lips together in a thin line, as he felt the spider grow closer to his mouth. He knew his Master was frowning, so he opened his mouth, as the spider felt around the hole. Legato's mind screamed, but his body remained still, the spider neither entering, nor leaving. After what seemed like a lifetime, Knives grew bored and put both animals in their cage, before knocking the cages off the bed, grabbing Legato's arm, and forcefully pulling the blue haired man up. He threw him against the bloody, damp wall, and began to fasten chains around his wrists and ankles.
Tuck me into where there's bleeding,
Where it spills out of the walls onto the floor
Legato knew what was coming, and in his mind he smiled. No more playing around, this was it. This was what he wanted. Knives drew out a long dagger; it glinted in the dim light, as it made its way toward Legato. Legato watched the blade smile as Knives slowly dragged it over the flesh between his bicep and triceps. Legato closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall. Pure bliss. He felt the warm liquid running down over his arm, warming his shivering body. It dripped off his arm, and ran down the wall, making the bloodlines brighter with a fresh sacrifice. Knives repeated the process on the other arm, lines of blood poured down the walls. Knives smiled. With two more quick slices, he had both of his slaves sides cut, from his hip to the bottom of his rib cage. He watched with amusement as the crimson liquid painted the pale body a more lively color, as the blood on the wall raced the blood on Legato's flesh to the floor.
Tuck me into where your best friend's apologies,
amount to shit, they always did, for ever more.
Legato started shivering. The blood flow was slowing and cooling, causing him to become even colder than before. His eyes remained closed, as he realized he was loosing consciousness. His mind, more vulnerable than ever, was being pried by Knives, he could feel it. Random images were flashing over his mind. Midvalley. Over and over, the sight of the Hornfreak was blasted at full volume in his head. Suddenly he understood. When Knives got done with him sometimes, Legato would walk in a daze to the Hornfreak's room. Battered and broken, without any dignity left, he would collapse on his friend's bed, allowing the saxophonist to lull him to sleep, and clean his wounds. Yesterday, the lulling didn't lead to sleeping. It led to kissing, and touching. Knives must be angry. Legato can't share himself. Legato knew he was his Master's thing and only his Master's. Legato understood. "I'm sorry." Legato muttered quietly as he started to slide down the bloody wall. "I'm sorry, Master." Legato said, slightly louder.
I pour out onto the floor,
Like liquid white from fallen glass,
Nothing to cry over.
My skin went sour long ago,
It knew it had nowhere else to go.
He heard his Master chuckle, and unlocked the chains around his slave's wrists and ankles. But that meant nothing, Knives was still angry, and Legato felt horrible about betraying his Master. He fell forward in one fluid motion, but with the muscles on his arm cut, he didn't have the strength to hold himself up, so he crumbled to the floor. He heard his Master chuckle louder, amused with his slave's pitiful display of will power, and watched as Legato tried to hide within himself. His head was pushed into his arms, causing his hair and his face to get bloody from the wounds on his arms. Knives watched as Legato's skin turned paler, from blood loss, and he grinned to himself, as he walked out, summoning someone to clean up the mess that had developed on the torture room's floor.
Tuck me into where I'm falling,
Where I can feel the heat rise underneath my wings,
When Legato awoke, he was unsurprised to see himself on the bed, with his arms and abdomen wrapped in cloth, with long lines from the blood seeping through. He was unsurprised to find himself cold again with no blankets poured around him. He was surprised, however, to see his blonde God standing in the corner, leaning his slim frame against the wall with his perfect blue eyes closed. Legato felt his heart speed up, just looking at the man. In his hand, Knives twirled a feather, obviously from his Angel arm. Suddenly, Knives' eyes opened and pierced through Legato. Legato felt his mind go blank, as a pain washed over him. He rolled over, trying to escape Knives' mental onslaught, but fell off the bed, taking a hard blow to the concrete floor with his shoulder. He felt another wind of pain sweep over him, as he suddenly grew warm.
And all the fallen angels in hell,
Will tuck me away from you,
Take me away from everything.
Knives came over, and gripped Legato's forearm in his hand and pulled him to his feet, even though Legato's body and mind resisted. Legato begged himself to stand up, to act strong, but his body still lacked blood, and standing up so quickly made him dizzy and his knees weren't working. Instead, Knives held his body up and started to drag him to the door. After they got in the hallway, Knives continued to drag Legato down the hall, to the room where many of the Gung-ho Guns would sit and be around each other, before Knives gave his orders. As Knives busted through the doors, confronting all of the Gung-ho at once, he dropped Legato on the floor and walked out, slamming the door behind him with his mind. Midvalley and Dominique quickly came over to get their friend and superior and lay him down on the couch that was in the room. "It's alright." Dominique said quietly, as she threw a blanket over Legato and tucked him in. "You're safe now."
Tuck me into where there's dying,
Knives didn't come back for Legato that night, or the night after. It wasn't until Legato was fully healed that Knives showed himself to his subordinates. He came telling them that Vash the Stampede must suffer, and he ordered Legato to make the plans. Legato wanted his plans to work, everyone knew he did. Slowly, but surly, all of his fellow Gung-hoes started dying at the hands of Vash the Stampede. Never directly, as Legato was pointed out too, by Midvalley. Vash never pulled the trigger, but still, most of Legato's friends had died off, which made Legato go crawling back to the torture room, begging for the blade's grin and for the perfectness of his God. And being as compassionate as Knives was, he agreed to let Legato in the room once more.
Tuck me in with flames,
Legato sat eagerly on the metal bed, completely naked. Legato knew that this would be the worse thing he'd felt before, he could see it in his master's eyes, as Knives leaned over the edge of the thin strip of metal that Legato was sitting on, and moved pushed his shoulders until he was laying down. Knives saw Legato shiver, as his bare back made contact with the cold metal. Knives grinned. He moved away as he saw the pleading in Legato's eyes. Begging Knives to stop, but begging him to continue. "I'm sorry." He whispered one more time, as Knives got on his knees and struck a match and threw it on a pile of sticks. It erupted into flames, making Knives' pale face glow with delight, he stood up, and watched as the metal bed heated up, and the smell of human flesh burning became the dominant scent in the air.
And tuck me in with flies,
Legato didn't scream. He didn't fidget, and he didn't die; just like a good slave should. He let Knives take in the sweet scent of burning flesh, as he laid in silence, staring at the ceiling. Soon, he saw Knives leaning over him. "How about some more?" Knives said quietly, his thin lips hardly moving from the grin that was plastered on his face by the intoxicating smell. A cloud suddenly erupted behind Knives, and Legato's first thought was how there could be that much thick, black smoke? Soon, however, he realized that the smoke was coming closer, and landing on him. He realized that it wasn't smoke it all. They were flies. He squirmed under the feeling of a blanket of flies on a bed of fire. The flies weren't eating; they were merely waiting for the decaying corpse to die, to get their meal. They would be disappointed. Legato knew he wasn't aloud to die.
Maybe then you will appreciate your only friend,
With maggots in their eyes or as ashes in the sky.
Knives sat back and watched with amusement at the sight before him. Legato, eyes closed, sat still, waiting and praying for death, as it slowly educed him. Knives could feel the humans pulse weaken and his breathing shallow; however, it wasn't enough to kill him. Knives chuckled slightly, but the sound was lost under the roar of the fire. Legato would be depressed to find himself awake in the morning. After a few moments of silence, Knives suddenly felt a change in Legato. The smoke was thick above him, carrying dead skin and a few flies, and Knives couldn't feel Legato's thoughts anymore. Legato was stating to suffocate in the smoke and ash from his own skin. Knives quickly pushed Legato, as his body rolled over and off of the metal bed, and onto the floor. Knives dumped water on the bed, causing it to steam, as the water poured off the sides and put out the fire. Legato coughed, as his breathing regulated again, and the flies started to settle into the burned flesh on Legato's back, to lay their maggots. Knives fanned them away, and wrapped the wound.
I pour out onto the floor
Like liquid white from fallen glass,
Nothing to cry over
My skin went sour long ago
It knew it had no place left to go
Legato fell off something with a loud thump that woke him from his sleep. He didn't know how long he'd been asleep, or what had happened before. His back felt horrible, and he wished he would have rolled off and fell onto his stomach, of course, he didn't have such luck. He heard a chuckle and looked up, to find his blonde God standing over him. "It's about time you woke up. I thought I might have lost you there, for a while." Knives held his hand down, and Legato looked at it stupidly. Was Knives being nice? No. Something was up. Something was wrong. Legato thought maybe he'd died, when he heard Knives laugh again. Legato blushed, unable to contain his thoughts to himself, as he took Knives' hand, expecting to be pulled up. Instead, Knives turned his hand over, the unharmed flesh of his wrist shown, as the blade in Knives' smiled at him once more, as it was dragged across the pale flesh.
