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Clouds	By : blynkin108 Category: +S to Z > Trigun Views: 2222 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: This is being published basically as a big thank you to all those who read and reviewd November Rain. ^.^ THANK YOU!!! Disclaimer: NO! I still don't own Trigun! Quit asking!
~Clouds~
For the first time in months, it was peaceful. No bar fights, no gun battles, no out-running the authorities. The laughter of the children we’d been wrestling all afternoon faded as they each went home to dinner. When Nathan finally left, he was always the last to leave, Vash asked me to follow him. Slightly confused, but curious nonetheless, I followed. We climbed a gentle hill, and then all the world was laid bare before us. We stood at edge of one of the largest canyons I’d ever laid eyes on. Vash turned to me and smiled.
“Whaddya think?”
“Stunning.” I said. I wanted to add, like your eyes, but wasn’t sure if that was appropriate. We’d been dancing around each other for months, now, and I’d just about given up hope.
“Just wait, it gets even better.” he sat down with a thump near a small sand dune. +How could this get better?+ I thought as I sat beside him. As we sat in comfortable silence, the suns began to sink slowly behind the far rim of the canyon, setting the sky on fire. Vash had been right. It did get better.
“The sunset’s beautiful today, huh?” he asked. He looked over at me, his turquoise eyes reflecting the light of the dying suns. “Mmm.” I nodded. The haze of the day made the sunlight split into a myriad of colors; purple, orange, yellow, pink. The clouds caught the colors and reflected them back to the sun, as though the beauty of it couldn’t be held in their intangible vapors. I smiled. The beauty of the world had not gone unnoticed this evening. He lay down on his back, facing up to the sky, his arms folded behind his head.
“Hey, look at that! That cloud over there, it looks just like a sand manta!” he said, pointing vaguely to our left. I looked over, trying to discern which cloud he was discussing. They all looked the same to me, big pink and yellow puffs floating through the sky.
“Which one?” I asked. I hadn’t seen the shapes in clouds since I was a kid, laying on the roof of our apartment building.
“That one.” he said, sitting up behind me. He put a hand on my shoulder and pointed in my line of sight straight at the cloud he was referring to. His head hovered above my shoulder. Having him this close to me stirred my sluggish blood. I tried to force it down, below my range of emotion, but this...here...with him so close was almost too much. I looked along the line his index finger made to the sky, and there, in the middle of it, was a huge pink cloud. It looked more like a dinner plate to me, but I didn’t say so.
“Oh, yeah.” I said, and turned to look at him. He turned to me at the exact same moment. I could feel his breath, gently cascading past his lips. My heart skipped a beat as it raced to catch up with the adrenaline suddenly pumping through my veins.
“Nick, I...” his thought remained unfinished. The hand that had been resting on my shoulder slowly came up to entangle itself in my hair. I didn’t resist as he pulled me to him. The few remaining centimeters that had been left between us felt like miles as he slowly, carefully bent his head to one side and allowed our lips to fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. The kiss was soft, gentle, more of a question than an answer. So I answered him. I let him know that, yes, this is what I wanted. For a long time now, this is what I had wanted but was too afraid to say. The gentle kiss, the offering of love he had given me, turned rougher, more passionate. His tongue slid past my lips. Velvet smooth. He began to lean forwards, pressing my body towards the ground with his. I willingly obliged. It didn’t matter any more what anyone else would say about this. I didn’t care what the repercussions would be if I ever returned to Jeneora Rock. This felt right, to be held by him, kissed by him, touched by him. He finally broke the kiss, only to begin again on my neck, nipping and biting at the flesh. His long, delicate fingers began work on the buttons of my shirt. I lay there, letting the sensation wash over me, just feeling the pressure of his body on mine and enjoying every minute of it. He made quick work of my shirt and I shrugged it off, discarding it to the wind that blew across the canyon. It fluttered away on the breeze, finally lost over the edge as it drifted away. Before I even had time to react to the absence of my shirt, he had started fumbling with the button on my jeans.
“Woah. Slow down there. Let’s get you caught up, first.” I breathed. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy the attentions, but I had a feeling Vash had never been able to enjoy them for himself. At least, not very often. I smiled as he looked up at me, wonder and lust playing out for dominance in his eyes.
“For instance...” I worked quickly at his shirt. It was just a regular cotton tee-shirt, but it seemed more difficult to remove than normal. It was probably mostly due to the circumstances. All the blood that was supposed to be running my brain had promptly rushed south and had run into problems with my zipper. Soon to be remedied. Finally, the stubborn fabric released its captive and I was greeted with probably one of the best views I’d ever had. His chest was entirely chiseled muscle, every single one defined to perfection but not overdone. I traced the outlines of his abs with my fingertips. He was gorgeous. There was no other way to describe it. The setting sun played with his skin, casting delicate shadows over the pink scars that were constant reminders of the pain he’d been through. I let my hands run over his body, reveling in the sensation of just being able to touch him. “Delicious.” I said as I pulled him back to me. The sun dipped lower on the horizon as we fell together, a tangle of limbs and desire. His kisses came, soft but urgent, flowing from my lips across my neck and down to my chest. He teased my nipples, biting gently, causing a low gasp of pleasure to escape my throat. +Oh. +Oh, God...+ I pressed my hips against him, needing the release that only he could provide. He began fumbling again with the closure of my jeans. The button gave, and he took his sweet time pulling the zipper, staring into my eyes with a devilish glee. The denim and silk slid down over my legs, into a pile at my feet. I kicked it out of the way. I felt his lips brush against my thighs, teasing again. I groaned. This was getting to be almost too much. I put a hand to the back of his head, trying desperately to hint at what I wanted from him. He responded by running a wet tongue up the underside of my cock, forcing a shudder from my body.
“Yes.” I hissed. I felt Vash smile against me as he kissed along my length. As his lips closed around me, I saw white flecks dance in front of my eyes. I squeezed them shut as his mouth slid down, down, engulfing me in the bliss of moist heat. My hands got tangled in his hair as I lost myself to the sensation. I could feel it build in the pit of my stomach, pushing down, making the muscles in my back flex as Vash worked magic with his lips and tongue. And then, in one blinding flash, it was over. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t make a sound. It felt like my entire essence had just been forcibly ejected from my body, and I had touched heaven. I finally opened my eyes and looked down to see Vash grinning like a cat on crack. He kissed my stomach.
“I’d ask if you enjoyed that, but I think the answer’s pretty obvious.” he laughed.
“Naw, really? Hadn’t noticed.” my voice sounded breathy. All I really wanted to do now was curl up beside him and take a nap. Vash chuckled. "Your turn, yanno." I grinned ferally.
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As we both lay curled around each other, there was a low rumble off in the distance. It sounded like the thunder that often accompanied the lightning storms, but this wasn't thunder. Vash propped himself up on his elbows and peered out into the gathering dark. “Oh wow. Look at that!” he exclaimed, sitting completely up and staring at the horizon. Wondering what he could be looking at, I sat up too. What was happening on the far rim of the canyon was something I had never seen before, and probably will never see again.
“Sand mantas. A migration. Amazing.” Their silhouettes were edged in fiery gold as they sailed across the sky. It looked like they were swimming through the sand, leaping from dune to dune. Sand mantas were second only to the worms in sheer size. From the safety of the opposite canyon rim, it was an absolutely awe-inspiring sight. As we sat together watching the mantas glide across the sinking suns, they began to call to each other, the haunting melodies of their song a stinging reminder that the beauty in this world is fleeting, and that the time Vash and I had together was quickly running out. I wrapped my arms around his stomach and just sat there, watching the manta migration and trying to memorize the way his skin felt against mine. As the migration moved on, the suns finally dipped below the horizon, and the stars began peeking through the navy velvet sky. The clouds turned purple, illuminated now by the Second Moon. And there it was, plain as day. As I looked into the sky, there was a cloud that looked like two hands, intertwined.
A/N: Vash may have a bit of ADD in this...I'm not sure. At any rate, can anybody name the other Anime I referenced here? (Hint: It's a CLASSIC.)
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