Butterflies and Gunsmoke.

Authors Note:
Oh yes, this is a whole bunch of fun rolled up into one thing.
I wont spoil anything, but most of my friends found it pretty... interesting.
Anyway, I wont stop you from enjoying this ...exciting... new adventure for Vashu.
But, I warned you, this is Male/Male, and you pretty much know the rest, and yes...
it is simply....breath taking to a lot of people.
Have fun.




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Come to me,
Kill for me,
Worship me,
Follow everything I do,
Act if out before me.
I\'m the one they told you
Would come again.
Let me show you all the signs
To bring about the end.
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Hard breaths could be heard from the distance. In an almost abandoned saloon the humanoid typhoon would skid into, running from something. Like a dog tucking his tail between his legs and hiding. Did he really feel like dealing with some problems? He had not place to go to. Trapped like a rat in a cage, or a butterfly stuck in a net. Those rapid footsteps went against the ground towards a saloon. Into the saloon he went, behind the bar counter for just a while, just so he could escape from those eyes following him constantly. Vash just moved against the wall. Perhaps thinking that person would not find him. At the moment the one chasing him didn\'t want him for his bounty. The man with the golden strands moved a gloved hand to his face, placing it on his forehead.

\"That was close..\"

The red on his trench coat symbolized courage and determination. Too bad he wasn\'t displaying it. But why? Because, he left his weapon besides a box of donuts in his hotel room.

Knives made languid footsteps resounded against the floor as he entered the saloon slowly. He was in no hurry. He had seen his prey dash into the shabby little build in a frenzy, had seen the terror in his eyes of his brother. Poor, sweet little creature. Definitely sweet. The demonic glint in his eyes flared as he scanned the bar. No sight of his prey. But the chase was only half the fun. A nefarious grin graced his saucy pink lips as he slowly tromped towards the bar. His eyes followed the slight bit of red fabric peeking out from underneath the bar. Vash. How cute. Does he really think he can hide? As he neared the bar, he swiped a glass of half drunk vodka. Sipping it, as if tasting it\'s quality before chugging the entire contents of the glass. The acrid liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach, fusing with his bloodstream. Inflamed even further, he returned to his purpose with murderous intent, the half-crazed look in his eyes all the while present. In a sudden, violent motion, he threw the glass with force, laughing as it shattered against the back wall. He smirked, and his hand shot out to grab the man behind the bar. Lifting him so that they were nose to nose, he licked his brother\'s pretty face, pleased with the fear and anxiety he saw there.

\"I\'ve caught you now, my pretty little butterfly. I will make you mine.\", were the words that came from Knives\' mouth.

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I\'ll take you down
To a hole where you
Will always be alone.
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Aquamarine pools widened as the glass shattered, he knew then and there he was found. Grabbed, and lifted up somewhat of fear started to build up, because it has become true he had been caught, trapped, and caged like an animal in the hands of his own brother. Though, he tried to move away after being licked on his face. A small drop of sweat trickled down the back of his head with each time he struggled, to get out of that grasp.

Knives\' laugh resounded throughout the bar as he tightened his grip on his brother\'s throat. So delicate... He felt as if he could snap him in two if he wanted. Just like that and the life would be gone from those shining aquamarine orbs. But he had plans. Plans for his butterfly that made his blood boil with the thought of it. And thus, his free hand skimmed across the bar, reaching for the sharp fragments of the glass he had shattered only moments earlier. He brought the sliver of glass and held it against Vash\'s throat, and just as he was about to nick his skin, he thrust his hand down wards, slicing open that ever present red trench coat.

As he was being choked by that hand those gloved digits wrapped around the wrist of his brothers that were pressing against his neck. Suddenly he heard the slicing of the cloth, the cloth he was wearing. With reflexes Vash managed to stop the destruction of his trench coat halfway through.

\"S-st-stop it, Knives....What you are doing is wrong!\"

Vash needed to think of something, so make all this go away, all the nightmares would begin again if it didn\'t.

\"E..enough..\"

His brother\'s pleas fell upon deaf ears. He saw nothing but Vash, smelled nothing but Vash, and felt nothing but Vash. He was beautiful like this---like a doll in his arms. His to toy with, his to play with, completely his. He took hold of the ripped red coat and yanked hard, tearing part of it off his body in a carnal rage. His eyes roamed hungrily over his brother\'s body as he licked his lips once more.

Multiple scars. Physically visible, and emotional/mental scars were building once more. The boy who killed her, Rem, his brother was back trying to get him, his brother was still the same as before, and never grew up. As the rest of the trench coat was ripped off the scars on his body, his \'medals of honor\' would be visible to any naked eye. The one that was mostly noticeable was the grate over his heart. Even now, by his own brother he was treated like a rag doll, just an object to be used and thrown away.

\"Get off of me....\", Vash managed to speak up to his brother.

At the moment it seemed Knives had become the thing he hated the most. He acted more like a spider than he did a graceful butterfly. He was more of a monster. Knives ran his fingers over Vash\'s skin grafts, feeling them as they caught against his fingers. Metallic and cold, a complete contrast the the heat radiating off the skin. Get off me ...The command reached his ears and his brows knitted. Vash was in no position to give orders here---not while being helpless in his grasp. But then again, that was one of the things he admired... the fighting spirit of his brother. All the more fun to break. He slowly raised his hand and curled it into a fist before slamming it into his brother\'s face, delighting in the wince he elicited.

When his eyes focused on his twin touching the metal that was in his skin, and on the scars that were permanently there he knew that Knives couldn\'t bare seeing him like this. So much pain that was inflicted by the humans. The fist came close contact with Vash\'s face. Emotions were flaring through the fallen angel, still he tried to defend himself.

\"Get...off of me-- now...\"

This seemed to torture him with all the memories he had. When he just punched him-- the one in front of him who killed Rem many years ago. Thoughts went through his head. Memories. All those people---...and now Knives was there. Knives didn\'t change, he was still as brutal as ever. A pristine tear formed by the side of the outlaws face streaked down his face staining him there when was thinking about all those people Knives murdered. Those eyes closed shut wishing it all was over.


Knives watched in fascination as the saline liquid slid off that beautiful face and splashed onto his knuckle. He felt a twinge of something---regret?---but no, he shoved the feeling aside and returned to the task at hand. He tightened his grip on Vash\'s throat, effectively cutting off his oxygen supply as he worked to strip the rest of his clothing off. Inch by inch, he peeled the remaining attire from the lithe frame trying to ignore burning sensation in his eyes. Vash is mine. Vash is MINE.

Gasping were heard coming from the weaker plant. Why was Knives doing this to him? This wasn\'t in any way brotherly love. It could have all been different if Knives never killed all those \'spiders\', and Rem. Those fingers tried to remove that hand from his throat. One of those eyes opened just to look at Knives, just for a moment. Gasping out with each word.

\"Knives--- ....you aren\'t... human. This is wrong... Get --- off of me now.....\"


Knives stared at Vash for a moment.

\"Wrong? Don\'t you dare tell me what\'s wrong!\"


He shook Vash furiously, his anger and lust blinding him completely. And just as suddenly, a deadly calm overtook him. Knives smiled, his lips twisting themselves into a parody of a grin as he brought his lips close to his brother\'s tear-streaked face. He let his warm breath puff against his brother\'s face, watching his reaction with fascination as he whispered in an overly unctuous voice,

\"Vash, I can make this good for you.\", He dug his nails into his brother\'s arm. \"Or...\" His smile grew wider and more threatening than ever, \"I can make this....Hell.\" The last word was whispered with devious intent.


Hell was something Vash was very familiar with. Something he had been living through for the past century and a half.

\"It\'s all the same isn\'t it?\"

The man with the golden spiky locks gave off a soft chuckle. Those bright eyes slightly went duller than usual with the lack of air he was receiving. The tone that was given to him, by his own brother made a chill go up his spine. His pleas were totally being blocked out.


The smile remained, \"Victims, aren\'t we all?\" In an uncharacteristically gentle nature, he brought his hand up to stroke his brother\'s down-cast faced.

\"Vash,\" he whispered softly>\"g>\"give into me....Just give in, you know you can\'t escape.\" His hand snaked to ghost gently over Vash\'s abdomen, stroking softly. \"Like I said...I can make this...good.\"

The hand descended lower, and Knives kept his eyes on his victim\'s face, weighing every reaction, every twitch. It was truly a fascinating sight to behold. His brother, his beautiful brother, completely at his mercy. An opportunity like this might never arise again.

Cant escape... Was there really no way of escaping from his brother? He was so stubborn at times, but escaping from his own sibling would be hard. The last time he did, he shot Knivesu in the leg and ran off with both oeir eir guns. As the free hand of Knives moved down his scarred body, Vash couldn\'t help but give off just a tiny moan of pleasure, but tried to hide it by tilting his head down. When his head was down he looked towards a bottle of whiskey resting on a shelf across from him, it could come in handy in a while, but he would only have to play along with it for a little longer. Those gloved digits continued to stay on the wrist of Knives trying to be released.

That whimper, that slight moan that Vash so obviously tried to hide sent a jolt straight through him, into his nether regions. He groaned, eyes, falling shut for a second. And then they snapped open and he seized his brother, roughing pulling the spikey-haired one towards him as he mashed their lips together in a frenzy. Teeth\'s clashing, with enough force to leave bruises. Bruises on Vash.... It was a mockery of a kiss, but it lacked none of the fiery passion. He removed his hand from his brother\'s arm and brought it to cup the back of his head, their mouths meshing further.

Suddenly a sound was heard, footsteps. A figure had entered the bar, which only meant trouble for Vash. The voice called out if someone was in there. Nothing but a few movements towards the back was heard. With all of the noise towards the back the girl didn\'t even notice the struggling that was taking place. She didn\'t bother to check it out either.

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I\'ll turn you out
On a world that doesn\'t
Care if you belong.
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The only thing that raced through Vash mind was going to be another bad reputation on himself, besides the fact he was a \'threat to mankind\'. Right now Vash and his brother were close to one another-- little too close, and in a public place. Vash knew that Knives would not think of doing anything here. Bruised on the lips from the constant kissing, he tried with all of his will to push away from his brother, but just like a child he couldn\'t stop it. Perhaps he didn\'t want it to. With all the struggling, he tried to remain as quite as possible.

Silencing Vash even further, he was pleasantly surprised by the sweet taste of his brother as he proceeded to suck the air from his lungs. Vash was just too sweet. He wanted to eat him, devour him, become one with him---a very likely possibility in the near future, seeing as Vash wasn\'t putting up too much of a struggle at the moment. The presence of the girl did not go unnoticed by him, but he chose to concentrate on the task at hand. His hand shot down to cup that delectable rear. He squeezed, loving the feel of those plush but toned posterior of his brother. Certainly, he received better assets.

A small gasp came from the butterflies mouth, trying to regain the air to breathe after all of those devious kisses received, and the a rather unfriendly squeeze to the bottom. He wanted it to stop. Vash\'s head shifted a little bit trying to see who was coming up, and tried to move his face away from his brother who seemed to want to take his breath away. Those gloved digits fell from the wrist of his brother and towards his side trying to inch closer, and closer towards the whiskey bottle he once spotted before.

The sweet breathy gasps of his brother served to inflame him further. He felts as if he couldn\'t contain himself anymore. Looking at his brother\'s flushed face, chest heaving as he tried to regain his breath, Vash looked breathtaking. He grabbed one of his brother\'s wrist, and then the other, pinning them effectively. Vash would play the submissive for the act--and he would submit. With his other hand, he reached for his brother\'s manhood, touching it experimentally, almost curious. It resembled his---well, of course, they were twins after all.

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I\'ll push you off
Of the throne that
You erected for yourself.
You will be tossed
On a pile of all the
Filth that you created.
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During this whole mess the girl who had strangely wandered into the saloon was totally oblivious to what was taking place behind the counter. But after hearing a few little noises she finally said, \"Who is there?!\" Knowing something was going on, she took out a gun. Frightened perhaps of what was going on with all the movements she shot towards the ground, and once more demanded them to show themselves.

Knowing about a woman carrying a gun in a saloon like this would make it worse on them both. Vash\'s teeth gritted trying to resist the sensation that was going through his body when his brothers hand went against his \'love & peace instrument\'. A small pink shade made itself visible covered a little bit of his ks gks giving off yet another a soft moan. Why was it that his twin knew how to touch him in such a manner, and even when he didn\'t feel it was right to be touched? Every point was do perfect. A small whisper that only Knives could hear was let out.

\"You must stop...please....stop-- or she will.. see..\"

Was this too embarrassing? In front of a girl who only enjoyed shooting off a gun to see who was there? Usually his brother didn\'t make appearances in public places but. And he didn\'t want this to happen. Nothing was really wrong between two plant brothers, because there was always the chance of Wolfwood. It could have happened at any time. The aquamarine pools gazed into the cobalt orbs just waiting.

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I watched you take the power
In your hands and
Throw it all away.
I knew you would
Fall down again someday.
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Knives grunted hearing the gunshots. It didn\'t deter him though, rather, he found it a nuisance. Of all times why did it have to be now? And then he heard Vash plead. He could beg so prettily. Looking up at Vash\'s flushed face, he was surprised to see his face taking on a slightly pinkish hue. Could it be embarrassment? The anticipation of being caught in such a humiliating position? Or was it...-- no... it couldn\'t possibly be pleasure. Eimenimentally, he flexed his fingers against Vash\'s manhood, curiously peering into his face another reaction.

Those pearly white teeth gritted a bit more trying to hold back some noises as much as he could. It was hard when someone was touching your most sacred area of your body which can recieve either pain or pleasure. Vash\'s hips would arched a little bit towards the touch of his brothers hand. Instead of being here, running from his brother, he should have been relaxing and eating a donut. That blush only seemed to take on a darker glow. Once more, he was ignored, his plea was ignored. That girl was sure to stumble upon them. A small huff escaped from the outlaws mouth.

So Vash was aroused. But also, he was embarrassed. Why? Because that girl is roaming around the bar? Vash liked this, the way he arched towards the hand that pleasured him. He felt as if he could play Vash like a finely tuned instrument. A stroke here and there and Vash would bend accordingly. He claimed to receive no pleasure but the demure blush on his face contradicted all else. And the rush of being caught, it just added to the heat of things. If Vash responded to this, what would he do if.... He quickly lowered his head to Vash\'s chest and lapped gently.

Vash was trying to fight the pleasure he was receiving at the moment. He needed to control these \'feelings\'. Hide them like the scars he had under his trench coat. But at the moment he didn\'t have most of his trench coat anymore. All of it was shredded up cloth on the ground scattered besides them now. Some short golden strands fell into his face as that head tilted down a bit more to hide his face from his brother.

\"K-Kn-Knives... This ...this is wrong...\", Vash whispered softly.

Wrong? How could anything so wrong feel so absolutely wonderful? If it wasn\'t the power rush he gained from seeing Vash so vulnerable, it was definitely the pants of his brother that forced the blood to pound through his veins. His pleas, so futile as he tried to deny how much he liked it. He tore his free hand away from Vash, and moved to undo his own unbearably tight pants. His desire was running rampant, never had he wanted anything as intensely as this, if only to destroy his brother. Well, in the process of destroying him, why not have a little pleasure yourself? His hand snaked down and behind to fondle those firm cheeks as he gently slipped his fingers in the crease.

Vash\'s body once more shifted with the sudden movements. More scars were visible, and more places shouldn\'t be touched that were getting touched. Especially a place that was very, very sacred, and cause major pain if taken the wrong way. Those teeth remained clenched closed tightly, wanting to make little sounds as possible so that woman who entered the saloon would not go off on a shooting spree. Vash was just a butterfly pinned against a board by the wings. He couldn\'t escape from his brother, because if he did he would have to get up, be naked, and run away from the girl and all through town just to get a new pair of clothing. A spark of pain shot through his body when those fingers, his brothers fingers went into his body.

And the way it clung to his fingers... Briefly he wondered if his brother was a virgin--but that naive thought was wiped away quickly. Vash was beautiful so he probably had his fair share of women AND men, but this day and this time, Vash was to be solely claimed by him. He ripped his fingers out from the interior of Vash\'s posterior and spat in his hand. It was enough lubrication for now---and besides, he wasn\'t really concerned about his brother\'s pleasure. He would finally claim him. Finally...

The girl was pondering something. She was thinking perhaps it was a creature who wandered into the saloon digging for scraps-- no... maybe not. The woman loaded up her gun once more. Then stepped over to the bar counter and looked behind it. Right there in front of her eyes were the two perfect plantling angels. One pinning the other one, being dominating whilst fingering the weaker one. The girl couldn\'t believe her eyes, she just backed off slowly, and ran away thinking it was rape, she needed to do something, but she was clueless.

A somewhat unwanted/wanted in a relationship. Vash wanted to be pleasured, but not by his own brother. A small sound emitted from his throat as those fingers were taken out of him. But all this felt good in a way. He turned his head away from his brother, and somewhat depressed that the girl seen all his scars, and in this position. Vash was just a poor little butterfly, who had his wings were clipped so long ago.

Knives could hold it off no longer. He gave into his primal urges. In on swift motion, he released his grip on Vash\'s wrists and flipped him over onto his stomach. Roughly, he hauled his brother onto his knees before kicking his legs. The result was breathtaking. Vash, kneeling before him, exposed and defeated. So vulnerable. With no other preparation, he lunged forward with a strangled cry and buried himself in the bliss that was his brother. And for a second, he couldn\'t breathe it was so good. Vash was everything he had expected, and much more. He froze for a second, just enjoying the reality of the whole situation.

The girl once more came back to make sure she didn\'t have a false illusion. The girl now knew she was correct, and just stood there, watching. \"Hey...what do you think you are doing? If you want to do that get a room.\", she said in a rather annoyed voice, but she was asking herself in her mind if this whole thing was rape.

Vash looked up staring at the girl for a second, in that new more embarrassing position on his hands and knees in front of his brother being intruded. Tilting his head towards the ground the butterfly let out a small whimper. He tried his best to crawl away, but those hands on his hips wouldn\'t let him escape. He was just clawing at the floor, trying to grasp for something to make him catch himself. He needed to escape from this. Many things were flashing through the outlaws head. He thought to himself that at this moment this shouldn\'t be happening to him. Is this just a dream? More noises came from the naked man before his brother.

He was distracted momentarily as a shadow was cast over their intertwined bodies. So the filthy spider wants to watch? I\'ll give her one hell of a show. He smiled. Fucking voyeurs these days. And then the fucking commenced. He felt as Vash writhed beneath him---in anguish he was certain, for he wasn\'t exactly playing the part of the gentle lover right now. This was all about sweat and blood, and fucking between two brothers who should have been together for many years. He pulled out, slamming back in with such force that it caused them both to skid across the floor little by little onto the sharp shards of glass from earlier. His knees were bleeding, but he didn\'t care---he didn\'t even want to think about the condition Vash was in. Not that it mattered. This would have to make him as perfect as Vash was.

The pain wont go away. More scars were going to form on his body due to the glass they were skidding on. That hand was bleeding, and his other false hand was getting stained in the crimson liquid, he tried his best pushing some of the glass shards away. Soon after would he speak in a rather raspy voice.


\"Nnn.. P-pllease.... s-s-top...\"


He tried to believe he wasn\'t liking this, due to all the shards of glass, but when it boiled down to it, he enjoyed having this sensation running through his body, just not this fast. Those boots shifted against the ground trying to make them stop sliding. But notice...--- He wasn\'t trying to escape now.

The grip on Vash\'s hips became tighter. Tight enough to bruise, and cause permanent damage.


\"Does it hurt, Vash?\" Those cruel words were whispered in his brother\'s ears. \"My butterfly...\" And each word was accented with a sharp thrust of the hips. \"Does...\" Thrust. \"it...\" Another. \"HURT?!\"


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Come on now,
You know I won\'t hurt you.
Come on now,
I\'m here to protect you.
Come on now.
I\'ll lead you to shelter.
Come on now you know...
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More violent thrusting. Vash\'s channel was slick, with what, he was not certain. Blood, perhaps? Laughter filled his ears, and ily tly took him seconds to realize it was his. Vash was right, he was going insane, and he could feel no compassion for Vash\'s begging. But he liked it, oh, he liked it. He roughly grabbed those strands of molten gold to jerk Vash\'s head back.

\"Beg me... Vash. Beg for me, my beautiful butterfly.\"


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I\'ll take you down
To a hole where you
Will always be alone.
I\'ll turn you out
On a world that doesn\'t
Care if you belong.
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A sharp pain went throughout his body. Not enough lubricant. Tears seemed to streak down his face. Thrashed about like a rag doll. Thrust after thrust he was breaking down little by little.

In a response he said really cocky barely able to speak, \"You...\" Gasp. \"tell me....\"


Those teeth once more clenched tightly together feeling his golden locks being tugged upon by his domineering brother. Split from the inside, and tortured beyond belief. Why did he had to beg to be released? Why did he have to beg when he was practically begging all his life? Weren\'t his words enough for his brother? Aquamarine eyes went dull for a moment as the thrusting continued on. Fingers clawed a little bit on the saloons wooden floor. Such pain, but yet found himself in ecstasy even though he was bleeding. Those eyes stared at his bleeding hand. Vash couldn\'t look at anything else, because all that surrounded him was a few walls, some bottles, a girl with a gun, and stuck in this position.

Knives was still laughing, and it bounced off the walls, filling the room with such horrible noise. And then it all ceased. Deadly silence followed, save for the slick noises of their bodies slapping together. He almost seemed contemplative as he kept his grip on his brother\'s hair. He bent down a little, resting his chin on his brothers shoulder as he wordlessly fucked him. Vash seemed dead to the world.

\"Not so...uhn...spunky now, are...we... my dear brother?\", Knives managed between grunts of pleasure. \"I could kill you now Vash...I could...kill you and leave you to die, and I would be as perfect as you are.\" His lips twisted upwards as his tongue came out to lick roughly at his brother\'s neck. The salty taste assaulted his senses, \"You\'d die... and that priestly spider, and all those other worts pis pieces of trash you call your friends will find you with my cum up your ass. Wouldn\'t they like that?!\"


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I\'ll push you off
Of the throne that
You erected for yourself.
You will be tossed
On a pile of all the
Filth that you created.
---------------

Knives bit into that curved shoulder, tongue lappup tup the blood. The metallic coppery taste sent a shiver through him. He wouldn\'t be able to last much longer.


Soft moans, even if he didn\'t mean to make them escaped from his mouth. His lips somewhat quivered. Fear went through the butterfly\'s body, but it does seem that Knives has been acting like the thing that he hated the most. Knives was acting more like a spider, yet he hated them. If he would kill his own brother, would that make him no worse than a spider? And didn\'t he cherish the time with his brother.


\"...What is ... -- ..stopping you..?\"


Suddenly the statement hit him dead on about being found, how his brother said that got him rather unamused. In fact, he wasn\'t amused to begin with aside from all those those pleasurable touches. Being found like that would be even more humiliating. The girl didn\'t even help the situation, even when there was a pool of blood around Vash\'s hand, and some sliding down his back past all the metal and into the scars as the chin of his own brother rested on his shoulder.


The question caught Knives unaware. What was stopping him? It would be so easy... so easy to just reach up and grab his brother\'s throat, to tear out his larynx and his vocal cords, and he would be so close to be in perfection. But death could come later. Knives was reaching the end of his limits. The feel of Vash around him, so hot and tight. And way way he whimpered, those breathy moans that Vash would suddenly unleash... It almost sounded as if he liked it. \"Uhnn...\" He couldn\'t suppress his moan and he felt his testes constrict, before he erupted, his essence, splattering against Vash\'s insides, forever marking him, forever staining him....You are mine... forever, my sweet Vashu....


Vash\'s body was feeling heavy. All the smells of alcohol, and blood all these fluids was making him sick to the stomach, as well as the ones that were coming up. He noticed that no matter how much he tried resisting running, hiding, he was always found one way or another, he managed to escape the other times. This time he was captured, and then violated. Feeling the liquid splash inside his body he released his own \'seed\' as that upper body was about to fall limp against the floor below them, even if it had some glass on it. His body was feeling weak with each continuous thrust. How much longer would he have to bleed for his brother, and continue to be intruded? Where was Rem during this whole time?

In his final moments of release, he swiped his hand across the ground and grabbed a hand full of glass shards, reveling as he felt them cut into his palm. Maliciously, he palmed the glass against Vash\'s chest and dragged, making sure it sliced through that soft skin. He pulls his hand away, fascinated by the red. He could imagine with Vash\'s chest looked lik.pai.painted with streaks of crimson ...Vash was decked in slut red, like always. It was beautiful. Vash was a work of art. And he, Knives, was the one who shaped him. A canvas of the very highest quality. The marking that was carved into Vash would stay in him forever to remind him, just like what Vash carved into the fifth moon.

The girl just couldn\'t believe it. That gun still in hand, she would try shooting at the plantling who was cutting into the others chest, she pulled the trigger at least four times sending four bullets towards Knives.

Suddenly, Knives heard the shots ring out as the bullets flew towards him and lodged themselves in his shoulder. He was incredulous. That spider shot him? She had the gall to shoot him? Did the spider know who she was dealing with? But it didn\'t matter. To him, it was as inconsequential as bug bite. He could take care of it later.

The girl aimed for Knives\' head seeing how four shots didn\'t bring the plantling down, but she hesitated before pulling the trigger once more.

More scars would be woven into the skin with each slash of the shard of glass was given across his chest. Too much blood was being lost for this man, his brother. Soft whimpers were given off as he continued to get ruined more, and more. Sculpted and broken down, built up, wrecked again, and thrown down. Then he heard the gunshot. That head slightly tilted. Those hands moved against the ground speaking in a raspy voice still, even defending his own brother, even after all he was put through. Marked, bruised, and violated, he let out a groan.

\"D-don\'t....d-don\'t s-shoot him....,\" Vash asked the woman. Hopefully she would listen. This was truly something most stupid for the bleeding butterfly. If the girl was to shoot at Knives, he would know that Knives would instantly kill her, and he couldn\'t allow that to happen. All those people he sworn to protect--... that is what his body was scarred up for, because he protected so many people. Vash\'s pride was still with him, he just couldn\'t bare to see a woman dying.

The woman still had her gun aimed upon Knives, trying to walk towards Vash. It wouldn\'t help the girl, this situation was so dangerous for her, and for Vash.

\"But...\", The girl didn\'t feel this was right but she had no choice but to trust Vash with his own decision on this thing.

After all that thrusting the man with the golden needle like strands collapsed completely on the floor. Exhaustion was overcoming the outlaw. He couldn\'t stand much more of it. Bleeding, torn up, and humiliated. ...This took enough energy out of him. With each thrust air was knocked out of his lungs, and he had to get it back, which caused most of the exhaustion.


The hazy afterglow of his pleasure was setting in, making him quite sleepy. But this was not the time or the place. He still had that irritating girl to contend with. He reluctantly pulled out of Vash\'s body and the crunch of broken glass could be heard as he got up. Looking down at his brother\'s broken body, he felt a twinge of remorse for what he had done---but it had to be done. He wrapped his arm around Vash and hauled him up.

Knives wrapped the tatters of what remained from Vash\'s torn trench coat around the limp body, he zipped up his pants, for none of his clothing was removed in the process. He hefted Vash up and slung him over his shoulder.

The girl watched Knives suspiciously. \"What are you going to do with him now?! Don\'t you see he already has suffered enough?!\", The girl aimed the gun once more towards Knives once more. Put him down!

Turning towards the girl, he grinned cockily. \"Enjoyed the show?\", and then he backhanded her roughly, knocking her into a wall. \"Fucking spiders, they should all just die, I don\'t even know why I am wasting my time on such scum.\" Turning towards the entrance, he smiled self-assured, and patted Vash\'s butt with a couple of firm smacks.

\"Isn\'t it obvious? I\'m saving him for use later. But until then we are going to rest..\" And he laughed, his footsteps thumping against the wooden floor as he tromped across it. At the entrance, he paused...Readjusting his grip on Vash, he whispered, \"And you, my sweet butterfly,-- it seems you can\'t fly away this time...\"

The girl screamed at Knives when she got up, aiming the gun at Knives once more. \"Put him down now!\" Truly, she was a stubborn woman, more stubborn then Meryl, and she didn\'t even know the two brothers. A gunshot was fired towards the plant holding the other one over his shoulder, trying to aim for his head.

The bullet whizzed towards him, he could hear it keenly. Another step, and it flew by harmlessly. The girl could shoot as much as she wanted, it didn\'t matter. With a firm kick, he knocked the door off it\'s hinges. And then both the two butterflies were gone, hopefully pointed towards Eden, or a bloodstained hell.







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Yes, first attempt at FanFic. Don\'t ask me about the insanity of it all. I was bored, I was in a chat room trying to scare people with my friend, and it turned out to be a really good inspiration. I hope I get to go back on this and read up on this again. I pretty much think this will be my last attempt to make a fanfic...at least a really bad one. I know, I am pathetic when it comes to perverse things, don\'t sue me. I don\'t own Trigun. Guah, I just want to own the characters. ::GrinGrin.:: Actually, this whole thing make feel funny. I was rushing to get this whole thing finished, and I was fighting with my boyfriend doing so. It only makes me yearn to rp with \'Nilla more. She is best when it comes to Knivesu.

And yes, the song that is featured is the song.. \"Godhead - The Reckoning\".

- This has been a \"Bash-A-Vash\" production. Meep.