Every
Slave Needs A Master
Tomi Sama
Song:
"Every Thug Needs A Lady." By Alkaline Trio
Pairing:
KnivesxLegato
Warnings: Slash, violence, torture, implied sex
scene.
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. I just play with the
boys/
Request: Pleeeease Review. Pretty please!
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I know its dark here.
Legato looked around the dark room, smiling to himself. How many times had he been here? How many times on his own free will? He was sitting on the infamous cot, with the white and red sheets. The red, of course, was from his blood. He had no shirt on; his pale bare skin was shining in the soft light from the corner. Nearer to the light he saw his Master. A work of pure genius; the most beautiful and devastating creature ever cursed enough to live in this hellhole.
Legato watched his Master's back, fully alert incase the God turned around. He noticed how his Master ran his hand through his perfect blond hair, much more perfect than that of his brothers, in Legato's opinion, as he sighed. He was writing something by the glow of the dim light. Possibly it was detailed instructions to himself of what he was going to do to Legato today. The blue-haired man could only hope.
You know that I'm scared too, for some reason right now, of everything but you.
When his Master turned around, Legato bowed his head, careful not to look in his Master's perfect blue eyes with his own disgusting golden ones. Legato's heart raced as he bowed, hearing the soft clicking of his Master's feet as he walked over to the bed. He could tell something was bothering the blond; by the way he simply stood over Legato, staring at his back. It worried him. Something wasn't going right in his Master's plan.
'Take it out on me.' Legato thought, 'Let me be your punching bag. Let me be the way you channel your anger.'
Knives said nothing back to him. He just sat down, his back to his slave, and looked toward the dim light, saying nothing. Legato got off his hands and knees, to look at his Master. His back was slumped slightly, like he was thinking of something. His hands held the paper he had been writing earlier, bunched up in his hands as he squeezed it. Legato moved closer to his Master, wanting to touch him, to comfort the blond, but he knew that would be out of order. That would show disrespect to his Master.
Right now you're all that I recognize.
When Knives turned around to face Legato, Legato felt his head spin. It was his Master's doing, and he laid on his back in submission to the nausea. Knives kept looking at him, and Legato had to force himself to keep from blocking his Master from his mind. He wanted to know something, and he didn't want Legato to know what it was he was looking for. So he sent Legato's head into a jumble, so the blue-haired man couldn't make out thoughts anymore.
As his eyes closed, as he forced himself to relax, he could see his Master. He was standing away from him, as papers flew around him like a hurricane. Knives slowly turned around, facing the slave as he held out his hand. A paper flew to it, and he read it. The rest of the papers flew toward Legato, keeping him preoccupied as his Master's perfect blue eyes scanned the paper. With a smirk, he tossed it back.
Legato opened his eyes, to accidentally catch his Master's. He looked away in shame.
You know I came here when I needed your soft voice.
His Master surprised Legato when he put his cold hand on the human's cheek and turned his head, staring him in the eyes. Legato grew uncomfortable. His Master's eyes were piercing into him, threatening him to show that the information he'd just received was a lie.
Legato held his gaze, too afraid to break it, and after a few minutes, his Master let go of him and smirked slightly. "Good boy."
Legato sighed and closed his eyes. The voice was that of an angel. He wanted to hear more of it. He wanted to hear it call him names, abuse him. He wanted the voice to beat him down and break him.
I needed to hear something that sounded like an answer. Now I wait here…
But after the small, dog like praise, he heard nothing else but the sound of the cot squeaking as his Master stood up.
He kept his eyes closed, as he lay still on his back. His whole body was hoping for it, and when he heard the hiss of metal on metal from across the room, his body almost jumped with glee. All the confusion he was feeling from the praise and his Master's eyes faded as he focused on his reward.
The seconds ticked by slowly, and he could no longer hear his Master across the room with the blades. He didn't hear the soft clicking of his boots. He couldn't hear anything but his own labored breathing, (labored because of excitement) and his weak human heart beating quickly in anticipation.
When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to see Knives hovering over him, looking him in the eyes again. Legato looked away, feeling his body grow hot. He heard the soft smirk of his Master, and heard the squeak of the cot as he sat down again.
And sometimes I get one.
Legato shut his eyes, expecting to feel the blade trace somewhere over his abdomen. However, the feeling he experienced was nothing of the sort. His lips suddenly felt warm, and when he opened his eyes to see what his Master was doing, all he could see was the blue eyes of his Master. He was quick to shut his eyes again, as he felt wet on his lips.
The blue-haired man gasped when he realized that it was his Master's tongue, which only slid farther into the slave's mouth once it was opened.
It's nothing I'll forget when the moon gets tired.
Legato walked down the corridor, keeping one hand on the wall to stable himself. He was fully clothed again, and his limp was not due to new wounds etched in his body. The wounds were in his head. The sun would be rising soon. He usually didn't spend all night with his Master, but after his Master's mouth was done with his slave's, it went to other areas of the human's tainted flesh.
His mind was screaming at him. How dare he let his Master touch such imperfection? Was he crazy? Was he stupid? But feeling the ting of pain from his neck and other areas of his body, he knew he wouldn't have said or done anything to stop it. His chest and neck had bruises from bites, and his whole body continued to feel warm, but he wouldn't have stopped it.
It felt too good. Even if his Master now had pathetic human flesh on his tongue and lips, and it was all Legato's fault, he would do it again. He would let his Master become unclean for the good feeling it was giving him.
It almost felt as good as the blade.
Almost.
You are stuck to me everyday.
When Legato was with the other Gung-Ho Guns, Knives came in and made a speech. Legato smacked himself mentally for not listening to it, but he couldn't. He was focused on his Master's body. The soft blond hair, the piercing blue eyes, which kept glancing at him, everything about his Master was perfect. And he could feel something in his chest at the mere thought of him.
As the other Gung-Ho Guns cleared out and started doing whatever it was that Knives had said, he saw his Master walking over to him. Legato looked down at his hands, refusing to make eye-contact.
"Did you hear me?" Legato heard that his Master's voice was still calm. Normally when Legato disobeyed orders or wasn't paying attention, his Master would get irate.
When Legato didn't answer, Knives sighed. "Come on."
Legato looked up when he heard his Master's boots clicking away. Legato, like the dog he was, stood up and walked after his Master.
If he really was a dog, his tail would be wagging.
Believe in what I am because it's all I have today.
'Why weren't you listening?' Legato heard Knives' voice echo in his head. He said nothing back. He had no answer. He couldn't say, "I wasn't listening because I suddenly realized you're more beautiful and perfect than I even remember you being."
No. Definitely not.
'Legato?'
'I'm sorry, Master.'
He heard the blond man sigh and stop walking. Legato stopped too. When Knives turned around, he looked angry. Like his normal Master without a hint of kindness he'd been attempting to show the blue-haired man over the last two days.
Legato smiled at his fuming Master, hoping it would send him over the edge. He hoped Knives would hit him, and cut him, and beat him… and then kiss it all away. But instead, Knives just turned on his heal and said, "Come back tomorrow." And he was around the corner before Legato could think about following him.
And tomorrow who knows where we'll be?
Legato made his way back to the Gung-Ho Gung hang out and sat down on the couch. Dominique was in there, along with Midvalley. They were Legato's two best friends, and they knew something was bothering him. Dominique brought him a drink and some cake, (even Legato didn't understand his adoration to human sweets) while Midvalley played a soft tune.
"What's wrong Legato?" Dominique sat next to him, her hands in her lap. Truth be told, the woman had a thing for the blue haired man, although he never returned her obvious displays of affection.
Legato smiled, bowing his head slightly so his hair would cover the small smile. "Who knows?" He whispered unaware that his Master's subordinates could hear him.
From here I can hardly see a thing,
Legato walked back to the dark room, surprised to see his Master was not present yet. So he stripped most of his clothes, leaving only the brown-ish pants on as he walked over to the very small window in the corner, and stood on a box so he could see out it. It was barely above ground level, and it made vision almost impossible.
He sighed and leaned his head forward, resting his forehead on the coolish glass.
But I will follow anyone who brings me to you. For now, forever, for on and on and on…
He could see a wagon come closer. He knew it was probably just Chapel, but he wished it was his Master. He sounded a little irate when Legato failed to pay attention, but an irate Master was always the best type. He watched as the carriage passed out of view around the house, and kept turning, only to see the blue eyed God standing before him.
Legato jumped down, and bowed his head, trying to shrink himself to be shorter than his Master, but the blond man just smirked and patted Legato's head.
Legato felt himself blush softly and sat down on the side of the bed, waiting eagerly for what his Master was planning.
You know it starts here, outside waiting in the cold,
"Actually." Knives said with a smirk as he saw his slave sit down. "I had already prepared today's events."
Legato tried hard to look stoic, although he was confused and he could feel himself want to shiver. The dark room was always cold. It was always blocked well enough from the hot suns outside, because it was built underground.
Knives turned around and put his hand on a door handle that Legato had seen before, but didn't go in just yet. "I'd been making this for you for a while." Knives said, smiling slightly. "I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I will."
The sound of it made it worth while, and Legato stood up and followed his Master into the room.
Kiss me once in the snow,
Legato went in and Knives followed, shutting the door behind him. They were hit with a wave of heat. Legato actually flinched and put his arms up to protect his eyes. However, he soon returned them to his sides, realizing it was nothing too incredibly bright.
There was a large, crude pyre or crematory in the room toward the other side, which was making the incredible warmth. Legato stared at it in amazement. There were ashes flying up as the loud crackling of the logs underneath. The ashes, once shot up, glowed red and slowly fell back down, where it started to cover the floor.
"You know…" Legato looked back at his Master as he spoke. Knives was staring at the cloud of cooling ashes, his blue eyes twinkling from the flame. "When we were on S.E.E.D.S. she told my brother that on their planet, the sky use to do that normally, except it was cold and wet and white. But I think this snow is better than her snow."
"Snow." Legato repeated as he looked back at the cloud. Suddenly he felt Knives push him and he stumbled toward it. He thought he was going to go face first into it, but Knives grabbed his wrist at the last second and spun him around, pushing his back against the hot metal as he pushed his lips into his slaves.
I swear it never gets old…
Legato made a soft noise, a mix between pain from the smoldering metal on his lower back and pleasure from the kiss as he slowly kissed his Master back. Knives pushed father, making it so Legato was laying down on the metal as he got on his knees on top of him, the difference being Knives had on clothes over his knees, so he wouldn't get burnt and Legato's back was bare.
Legato tipped his head up, as he felt his Master kiss down his neck and over his chest, biting along the way, to make soft red marks. Legato thought he was going to die from the feeling. The smell of the room changed from fire and smoke, to burning human flesh as the flames heated the metal enough to take Legato's skin.
A small wince from Legato didn't stop Knives, as he started working with his slave's pants.
But I will promise you I can make it warmer next year.
Somehow, Legato found himself waking up in the white bed, on his stomach. He felt pressure on his lower back, and he cried out as he felt fingers weaving over his burns.
"That would hardly do." He looked back to see his Master, holding a large chunk of skin, grinning at the prize. Legato could feel his eyes watering. "The burns aren't bad enough. Second degree. And I thought that would have been enough to disintegrate you."
Feeling (and hearing) another large chunk of skin being pulled from his back, Legato closed his eyes, feeling liquid leak from them, onto the pillow as he whispered, "Next time it will."
You know I came here when I needed your soft voice.
After pealing the dead skin and wrapping bandages over his slave, Knives sighed and got off of him. Legato opened his eyes and looked at him. He couldn't help but love his Master as he slumped over, looking the other way with his perfect cheek resting on his perfect hand. The blond hair was falling over a little in the front, like it always did, and the blue eyes were deep in thought.
He couldn't help but love his Master's perfection.
"You think too loudly, human." Knives muttered as his looked back at the blue haired man. Legato blushed slightly and shrank, trying to get away from his Master's cold eyes.
I needed to hear something that sounded like an answer.
"What's so great about you stupid humans anyway?" Knives turned to face Legato. "You don't contribute to society. You're weak and you're ugly and you'll never amount to anything."
Legato took the insults with pride as he stared blankly at his Master.
"And those damn feelings. What is that? That warmth?" Knives turned Legato over, so he was on his back. Legato whimpered slightly, but was silenced when his Master ran his fingers over his chest and bite marks from earlier.
"Why do you feel like this? Why can he feel it and I can't?"
Legato saw Knives' eyes burning with hatred for his brother, but there was something else in there. Something Legato had never seen before. He seemed sad… or frustrated.
"What does the Priest have that I don't?" Knives whispered, his fingers tracing up Legato's neck. "And why do I feel like Vash does when he's around the Priest right now?"
Now I stay here, and everyday I get one.
Knives crawled closer to Legato and leaned over, studying Legato's features. He saw the blue haired man blush and try to look away. Knives smirked. "You're not shy. I know you want this."
Legato said nothing, and soon he felt Knives' lips merge gently with his own. Gentle and slow. But after a few seconds, Knives bit down again, causing Legato to open his now-bleeding mouth with a happy smile.
It's nothing I'll forget when the moon gets tired… You are stuck to me everyday.
Knives rolled to the side of the bed, eyes closed and panting slightly. Legato, a little worse off, whimpered as he lowered his chest back to the sheets before his arms could fully give out. It wasn't long before Legato saw his God fall sleep. The very dim light from the moons shining in the small window, was just enough for Legato to see Knives' outline.
The perfect hair; the perfect eyes… the completely perfect shape of his nude body. Everything about him was sheer perfection. As his Master slept, Legato moved closer, burying his head into his Master's chest.
When Knives woke up the next morning, whether he wanted him to be or not, Legato would be there. Knives would be able to feel his slave's shallow breathing on his chest.
Believe in what I am because it's all I have today.
But unknown to Legato, was that not only did Knives not care that he woke up next to the filthy human, he would stay there until the other woke up, too. They might take another trip into the crematory or they might go out on a killing spree. It didn't matter to Knives, because in his mind, this was the perfect way to get back at his brother.
'Oh yeah, Vash?' Knives would think. 'You and the Priest can have your fun. I don't miss you. I've got me a dirty human now too.'
Knives smirked in his sleep, just thinking about it.
And tomorrow who knows where we'll be?
However, tomorrow showed them neither a crematory nor a killing spree, as when the pair of them woke up, blue to gold, in perfect timing, the picked up where the previous night had left them.
From here I can hardly see a thing, but I will follow anyone who brings me to you. For now, forever, for on and on and on…
Legato winced as he looked down. His elbows were shaking and he could feel the heat and the pressure from his Master on top of him. He tried to look back, but with the darkness of the room and the blinding white light coming in around the corners of his eyes, (and the slightly uncomfortable possession on his hands and knees) he couldn't see his Master.
But it didn't matter. He could feel the heat and the pain, and he could hear the soft panting and quiet moans, and that was enough for Legato. The nails digging into his stomach, trying to keep him still and close were perfect to Legato. He would take temporary insanity and blindness as an equal exchange for such pleasure.
So go plug in your electric blanket.
More sweat, blood and tears later (the later two from Legato), Knives again got off of Legato. Only this time, he turned the man around to look at him. Legato could feel blood running from his stomach and other areas, and he smiled at the thought. He would only allow his Master to make him bleed that way.
"I made you something else." Knives said, smirking slightly as he stood up. Legato followed him to the crematorium where there was a thin piece of metal lying over it. Legato didn't wait for the demand. He crawled under the blanket and smiled at Knives.
We can stay in 'till our southern summer wedding day.
Knives smirked and started it. Legato's chest was burning from the heat of the metal blanket, and his back burning from the bed. Knives walked over looked at Legato. He looked strangely happy to be in the bed of metal. Knives pushed some hair from his slaves face, smiling slightly.
"Can I join you?"
Without waiting for an answer, Knives lifted the thin piece of metal and crawled in, too. Sacrificing his own perfect body to see what Legato liked so much about it.
But Legato knew that, like his own body, the scars would make his Master even more beautiful.
Go plug in your electric blanket. We can stay here.
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