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Disclaimer’s Note: I
don’t own anything from Trigun. ;_;
This story takes
place after Trigun.
Nicholas D. Wolfwood
stood in front of the house that sat down in the middle of the tiny town. It
was just like every other house in the area.
It had one window on the top floor, a small porch that stretched lazily
out in front of it, and one door in the front.
The shutters were painted an off-color white, and the house itself was
left in its dreary natural wood color.
But this house was the only one that mattered.
Because on the inside of it was Vash the Stampede.
Wolfwood rubbed his eyes tiredly, and fished around in
his pockets for a cigarette.
n stn style='mso-tab-count:
1'> The sun was setting in the distance, marking another hour
to his tab. He had stood there since noon, debating with himself if he should
go up and knock or just stand and wait, or even leave.
After nine hours, he was still trying to decide, and
hadn’t seen so much as a doughnut of the humanoid typhoon’s.
He had been contacted three days ago by a certain pair of
insurance girls, about the $$60 billion man.
They were worried about Vash. He had brought his brother
to this dismal town around six months ago, and hadn’t been in touch. Meryl and Millie had taken it upon
themselves to check up on him, but had been shocked when they actually found
him. Apparentash ash looked a real wreck, and they had been too nervous to talk
to him. So what had they done? Send the priest to the dirty work of course.
Wolfwood bit down a little too hard on his cigarette.
How they had even found out he was still alive was a
mystery to him. He had faked his own death... Of course he had intended to let
them know in a year or so that he was still alive... But the insurance girls
had contacted him.
Suddenly a
sound from the house jolted his senses back into the real world. The door had
opened, and somebody was walking out.
Nick blinked for a moment not recognizing the man at
first. Then it hit him.
It was Vash.
Instantly,
Nick understood why the girls had come to him.
Vash was unshaven, his face covered in prickles, and his hair was
dropping in the front in a lazy sort of way, as though he had let it grow out
too much, and it no longer had the strength to stand up. His face was pointed at the ground, and his
clothes were a tad dirty.
Wolfwood watched as the other man walked right by
him. The light from the bar illuminated
the humanoid typhoon’s face for the briefest moment, and he could see a bruise
over Vash’s nose, and his right eye was swimming in black.
Nick stared, but Vash didn’t even notice his presence.
Vash melted into the crowd. Nick took a deep breath, threw his cigarette on the ground, and
then hurried into the crowd, determined to find Vash.
It took him a bit, but he did eventually find the humanoid
typhoon hurrying into a tiny doctor’s office at the edge of town.
Vash walked in without looking up, despite the fact the He glanced into the dark window at the front of the “Back again, Vash?” was all he heard. Carefully, Nick stuck his head back up, and this time he Wolfwood knew that Vash was scarred beyond belief Vash’s entire The doctor shook his head sadly, as he went into the back Wolfwood felt his heart beat begin to speed up as he So unless Vash had done it to himself, which Nick very Knives.
sign on the front was flipped to “Closed”. Wolfwood pushed past a pair of
drunks in the middle of the street, and hurried after Vash the Stampede.
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office, when a light suddenly flickered on. He dove into a nearby bush,
thinking the someone had seen him. But one came to the window.
could see the room. A stout little doctor was standing in front of Vash, his
arms crossed, looking concerned. Vash was pulling off shirt, and Nick took
inhaled sharply.
underneath that red jacket of his, so it wasn’t the scars that surprised Nick,
but the blood.
stomach was covered in the thick red liquid, and part of his chest.
for bandages.
wondered how in the world Vash could have gotten that kind of wound. He
obviously hadn’t been in a gunfight; he had been in the house all day.
much doubted....
It took the doctor fifteen minutes to patch Vash up, in
which he lectured the younger man the entire time.
“I have no idea how you are getting these wounds, but
whatever is causing them needs to be stopped my dear boy. Or you are going to
end up dying a young death.”
As though nothing was wrong he headed down the stairs,
and past the bush that Wolfwood was hiding in. And then paused.
“You don’t have to hide you know, I’m aware you’re
there.”
Then he started his steady past back towards his house,
leaving Wolfwood in awe.
*~~~~~~~*
Nicholas woke early, watched the sun rise, and then
dressed. He didn’t know what to expect,
but he knew that had to see Vash.
Something was definitely wrong, and Wolfwood couldn’t
stand to watch the other man suffer.
Wolfwood nodded dumbly.
“Vash, what’s happened?” he asked before he could stop
the words.
Vash blinked up at Wolfwood in surprise.
“What do you mean?” he replied in such an innocent way,
Nick feis his heart flutter a little.
“I saw the cut at the doctor’s last night.” Nick
whispered.
“Oh that,” Vash said waving his hand. “It was nothing. I
was careless.”
“And what are these?” Wolfwood questioned in a tiny
voice, bringing his hand to Vash’s face.
Vash leaned into the cup of Nick’s hand for a moment, and
then smiled his sad, hidden smile.
“Nothing.”
Wolfwood opened his mouth to speak again, but Vash cut
him off.
“Are you hungry? I have some doughnuts.”
And with that Vash hurried Wolfwood into the kitchen, sat
him down and placed a pile of doughnuts on the table.
Vash broke down and started crying hard, tears racing
down his face. Wolfwood stood, and wrapped his arms around Vash. The other man
clung to him, sobbing into his stomach.
“Vash...” Wolfwood whispered.
“I-I don’t know w-what to d-do...” Vash sobbed.
Wolfwood got down on his knees, so that he and Vash were
at eye level. Gently he drew Vash away from him. Vash’s eyes still glistened
with tears, but his crying had quieted.
“Has he raped you?”
Vash shook his
head furiously, sniffing a bit.
“Butis his hurting you, right?”
Vash paused for a moment; cast his eyes downward, and
then nodded.
“Then you have to get out of here.” Wolfwood answered,
standing.
Fear filled the perfect green eyes.
“Nick, you don’t understand! I can’t... I can’t leave
him. He’s my responsibility.” Vash protested.
Nick grabbed Vash’s shoulders, and forced him to meet his
eyes.
“Don’t you understand? He’s killing you!”
There was a moment of silence iich ich neither of them
said anything. They just stared, defying each other.
Then an abrupt noise from upstairs shattered the quiet.
“You have to go.” Vash whispered, grabbing Wolfwood’s
hands and leading him towards the door.
“I’m not leaving you.” Nick hissed. “You’re in danger.”
“I can take care of myself!” Vash replied in annoyance,
but the look in Nick’s eyes made him stop.
“I’ll meet you tonight at the saloon, okay?” Vash
whispered.
“Promise?”
“Promise.” Vash answered, shutting the door behind his
friend as his brother walked down the stairs.
“So he’s “Nicholas” now? You’re so naive and stupid Vash.
He wants you.”
The sentence
made Vash’s heart freeze in his chest, and he knew in that instant, his
reaction was wrong. Knives was going to notice, and Wolfwood would pay because
of it.
“So that’s how it is.” Knives noted. “You want to go with
him.”
Knives turned around, and headed towards the stairs,
surprising Vash.
“Where are you going Knives?” Vash whispered, terrified.
“I’m going to get my gun. That priest needs to be taught
a lesson.”
“No!” Vash cried, running after Knives, and grabbing him
around the waist. “Don’t hurt him please Knives!”
Knives looked down at him disgusted, and then reached
down, grabbed his arms, and propelled him up the stairs.
Vash landed heavily, his head thwacking against a stair,
making stars burst in front of his eyes.
Knives walked up a stair, and then pinned Vash down, his
knees on Vash’s thighs, hands held above his head.
“You are not his.” Knives hissed in one simple sentence.
“No,” Vash agreed bitterly. “You’re always the first
thing in all my plans.”
Knives laughed, bringing his right hand down, so that his
left hand was holding back Vash’s, and drove his fingernails into Vash’s upper
left thigh.
Vash bit his lip in pain, as the fingernails broke
through the skin, staining the cloth red.
“Vash, I love you, why can’t you just accept me? It would
make things so much easier.” Knives whispered, his voice a bit husky.
Vash’s ears caught the change in his brother’s voice.
“Knives... I love you too... But you’re wrong in your
thoughts.”
Knives’s eyes flashed.
“Fine.”
He got off of Vash, but didn’t release his twin’s hands.
Vash felt all the muscles in his body strain as his
brother pulled him up. Knives studied
Vash in an odd way, his eyes raking the other’s body.
“If you won’t come to me, I’ll make you.” Knives said
simply, but it was very apparent to Vash what he meant.
“No! No Knives!” Vash screamed, flailing, as Knives threw
him over his shoulder and headed towards his room. “Let me go!”
But Knives ignored his brother’s yells and protests. He
kicked the door open, and threw his twin on the bed. In a swift movement, he locked the door, and then turned back to
Vash. Vash was propped up on the bed
on his elbows looking terrified
“Don’t make this hard on yourself...” Knives said calmly,
crossing his arms as he walked over to the bed.
“P-Please Knives...” Vash whimpered. “Please!” he cried.
“Why do you keep telling me you love me and then hurt me?! I don’t
understand...”
Knives bent over, and kissed away each of Vash’s tears.>
“You will...”
Vash continued to cry, and Knives began to lick away each
of the salty liquids as he moved to unbutton the white dress shirt that Vash
was wearing.
Vash raised his hands, and clamped them over Knives’s
disallowing him to continue. Knives drew back slightly, studying the pleading
look in his brother’s eyes.
“You’re the one that’s not understandable...” Knives
spoke in a quiet tone. “You keep saying you love me, yet you want to leave me.”
Vash felt his hands tremble a bit, and that was all
Knives needed. Knives grabbed Vash’s wrists, and pinned them above his
head. Then he commenced to unbutton
Vash’s shirt.
“No!” Vash began to struggle now, screaming his head off,
and kicking. “LET ME GO DAMNIT!”
'> Knives kissed Vash gently on the lips to silence him as
he took off the shirt. It dropped to
the floor in a dismal movement, as though standing for some fallen purity.
Knives moved his kisses gently down Vash’s body, kissing
each of the scars that had been left on his brother by humanity.
“This,”
Kiss
“Is,”
Kiss
“Why,”
Kiss
“The humans
should die. Because they scarred something as beautiful as you.”
He gently caressed his brother’s face, and felt Vash
relax ever so slightly underneath him.
Knives knew what he was doing was rape, but he figured
that one sacrifice would be enough if Vash would stay with him from now on. He
knew Vash loved him in this way, but was unwilling to show it. When they were younger they had touched and
teased in this way, but when Rem had caught them, she had commanded them to
stop. Blasted woman. Vash had listened to her completely and
wouldn’t let Knives so much as hug him ever again.
Knives rid himself of his own shirt and pants, leaving
him only in his boxers. Vash began to squirm under Knives’s, tears flowing
freely this time.
Knives went back to kissing Vash’s c; le; letting his
hands roam freely this time. Fingertips
gently caressed his sides, before running down to his legs, and onto Vash’s
inner thighs.
Knives heard and felt Vash gasp a little, and he smiled
without letting his twin see.
He slid down his brother’s body, where he began to tease
the waistband of his pants. Vash shut his eyes as though trying to ignore the
scene.
'> Knives brought his hand up, and slid into Vash’s pants,
cupping the semi-limp organ.
“I believe you’re enjoying this, brother dear.” Knives
smirked as he felt the organ begin to grow in his hand.
With the other hand, he began to slide Vash’s pants and
boxers down his legs. The marks he had left on his brother’s inner thighs were
revealed. Gently he kissed the marks,
still holding the organ in his hand, feeling it harden even more. His kisses ended desperately close to the organ. His tongue flicked out, touching it so
softly, so that Vash wasn’t sure whether or not it had happened.
Knives licked the organ once more, before taking it into
his mouth. He let his tongue swirl around it for a few moments, making Vash
groan.
Then he sucked, Vash’s seed spilling into his mouth.
Knives closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling, hoping Vash was too.
Whether he was or not, it couldn’t be told, he was groaning,
but tears still stained his cheeks. Vash seemed to be too overwhelmed by the
new feelings to remember any of his old emotions.
Vash’s hips bucked, exhilarating Knives even more.
When he was done, Knives drew back, licking his lips in a
catlike matter. He raised his body up, his own sex hard. He began to kiss Vash’s mouth impatiently.
Vash returned the kiss this time, their tongues dancing together, as Knives’s
hands danced across his twin’s skin.
Knives slid his owner boxers off.
“I’m going to enter you,” Knives whispered, as he thrust
a finger inside Vash.
Vash’s eyes opened in shock.
Knives kissed Vash again, as he thrust a second finger
into Vash. Vash wrapped his legs around
Knives as though agng tng to what Knives was about to do.
Knives shut his eyes, feeling a strange surge of guilt,
knowing his brother didn’t really know what was going on right then.
Then he entered him.
Vash’s screams
echoed across the room.
To Be Continued…
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