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Temptation	By : Sephy Category: +S to Z > Trigun Views: 1388 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sephy: This was the first piece of writing I ever did for Trigun. I'd just been introduced to these characters and fell in love with this idea, despite finding out what happens in 'Sin', so I just had no choice but to write this down! I shared this with my friends (I was a teen at the time and couldn't post here) and it's still a favorite. You'll have to excuse the plot-twist. Please read through to the end prior to submitting reviews! I dedicate posting this to Resa, for whom this was originally written, and who still reads this regularly and informs me each and every time she does.

TEMPTATION

Set in the point of view of Legato until the very last bit

I don't know what I was feeling at the very moment I opened the door. Slight worry, I suppose. Only Kni- I mean only the master could cause such feelings inside of me, such as worry and fear. He was the only being in the universe that could threaten me with his extreme powers. He was a god. And I was a mere spider, one which both he and I knew must be squished.

Had the master known what I had been doing? Moments ago, while I was in my room, alone, jerking myself off, and wishing so badly that it was not my own hand - no correction - that it was not Vash's hand, that was touching me so erotically. I wished my master were in the room with me, bringing me to a climax, touching me all over my body. The only man I would ever allow to touch me like that. Knives Millions. My master. My god.

I doubt the master would approve of my actions moments before. The actions in my room. Using his brothers arm for such an immoral and pointless, in his opinion, act. But I simply could not help myself. The touch from Vash's hand was the closest thing I would ever feel to my master touching me.

I walked into the room, hiding all emotion from him, or at least I tried. But he knew me. He knew me all too well.

"Legato, what are you?"

"A human. A human, master. That is what I am. A worthless being which must eventually be crushed, in order for the butterflies to survive. I am just a human."

He smirked at my answer, striding with such grace and, dare I say, beauty, towards me. He was merely feet away from me, smirking with those lips. . .lips which I wanted so badly to taste. I wanted to taste him, all of him. For him to taste me. I must have been lost in thought, because I heard him calling to me, impatiently. . .lost so deep in thought.

He was so close to me, I could feel his breath, and he was staring at me with those eyes. . .those beautiful eyes. I wanted him right then and there, wanted him so badly it was hurting. It was then or never. I have never been a man to take the advance, nor a man to show my emotions, but I simply could not resist. If he struck me dead, at least I wouldn't have died without one truly happy memory. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. . .his petal soft lips. The lips of a god. My kiss lasted for only a few seconds, and then I pulled back, shutting my eyes, hoping that it would help shut some of the pain off. The pain from his attack. He advanced on me, but it simply wasn't the sort of advance I had been expecting. He wrapped his arms around my neck and crushed his lips against mine. In my surprise, I yelped, giving him the perfect chance to slip his soft, warm tongue into my mouth. I was still trying to comprehend what had just happened, but purely out of instinct, I wrapped my arms around his waist. His hands were on the back of my head, and he pulled my face closer to his, deepening the kiss. It was almost painful, but in that very moment, I did not really care.

None of the daydreams, none of my self pleasuring, none of it could add up to the feeling, the emotions I was going through from this one simple kiss. His hips were pressed against mine, and as if I wasn't hard enough at that moment, it was worsened when I felt that he, too, was sporting a fairly hard erection. I wanted him right then and there. But I knew it was too much to ask from the master.

His tongue searched every last part of my mouth, tasting me, and I was doing the same to him. God, he tasted so wonderful. His hands moved from the back of my head to my chest, and he got a good grip on the sides of my trench coat and pulled me closer to him, pressing his erection against mine. Even through the material of our clothes, I felt a jolt of electric passion coursing through my veins.

"M-master. . ." I whimpered, as I could do nothing else.

When I had tried to speak, I had slightly broken our kiss, and this displeased him. He bit my lip, causing me to yelp a bit, and he continued his attack on my mouth, his kiss very forceful. I could taste the blood that was coming from my lip where he had bitten me, and realized that he was tasting it. Perhaps it was the taste of the blood that did it, but I could feel his erection getting harder. I was very uncomfortable in my clothes, and I assumed that he, too, wanted to strip out of his clothes and feel the freedom of-. . .oh that feels good. . .the master began kissing my neck, licking his way to my ear.

He began gently biting on my earlobe, apparently a weak spot for me, and my knees almost gave in, but I was able to stand. Of course, when he whispered to me, I almost completely collapsed.

"Legato, I want to fuck you."

His whisper, his breath against my ear, his request. . .or was it an order? Whatever it was caused me to shiver, not from fear, but from absolute delight. I looked into his eyes, which were now glazed over with lust. This was a look I'd never seen nor expected to see on him.

"But I will only do this, if it is what you want also."

I didn't quite know how to reply to that. Of course it is what I wanted! I have wanted this since the first day I met the man when he saved me! I wanted him so badly! Perhaps he read my mind and was simply repeating my thoughts, or perhaps it was genuine, but-

"Legato, truthfully, I have wanted this for a long time now. I have wanted to take you. To be inside of you. To-"

Oh the pressure building up and I couldn't wait any longer. We were in the `library' of the house, so the only place we could possibly take this moment to, was the table, which I took advantage of. He had moved us so that he had his back to the table, so when he began his `speech' about wanting me, I had switched our positions so that I was the one against the table. I pulled him towards me, and leaned back so that I was now halfway onto the table. I scooted further up, so that I was sitting on top of it, and the master smirked at me.

"Eager for this, are we?" he mocked.

"Well, if you aren't as excited as I am, then I guess we just won't. . ." I began sliding off the table, and he placed his hands roughly on my shoulders and slammed me back, so that I was lying on the table now. Crawling on top of me so that he was on my waist, he began kissing my lips and neck again, all the while, removing my coat. Unfortunately, this was one of those very few times I wished I didn't have so many belts, trinkets, and other items on my coat. Unless they were removed first, it simply couldn't be removed. The same went for my pants; I had a few belts on them as well.

"Damn it, Legato. What in the hell do you need all of these things for, anyway?!"

"Oh, you don't think they're sexy?" I teased, wanting them off just as badly as he did, if not more.

"Yes. They are sexy, but they are annoying as HELL!"

I could tell that the master was having. . .difficulty in removing them. I couldn't help but laugh inwardly at the frustrated look on his face. We were both horny as hell, just wanted to fuck, and he couldn't take my clothes off. I was used to taking them off, so I was more experienced at removing them more quickly. I sat up, the master sliding off of my waist onto my lap, which didn't really help my erection any, and I couldn't help but moan slightly. He gave me a questioning look, but he then removed his body from mine when I began to unfasten one of the belts.

I removed everything preventing him from undressing me and decided to just take off the rest of my clothes while I was at it. It only took me about a minute to completely rid myself of them, but when I turned back to the master, I almost had an orgasm right then and there. While I had been removing my clothes, he, too, had take the time to remove his, and was now lying on the table, propping his head up with his hand. It was like nothing I'd ever imagined before, seeing him almost posing for me.

His body. . .it was so perfect. I almost felt ashamed of my own, and felt the need to cover myself. His skin was a beautiful color, completely perfect, not a single scratch. Perfect.

I wanted to just stare at him forever. Stare at his beauty. But we had other things to do, besides stare at each other. I expected him to get off of the table and allow me to get onto it instead, but he didn't. My heart skipped as he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, moving me towards the end of the table so that I was practically between his legs.

"Change of plans, Legato," he flashed that seductive smile that even in a normal situation could turn me on.

Oh god. . .if he was teasing me at that exact moment, I swore to myself, I would actually try to kill him. Literally. I climbed up, my hands on either side of his head, and I looked into his eyes.

"You. . .want me to. . ." I wasn't really sure if he was serious yet or if I were misunderstanding, and I was afraid of taking action until I was positive of what he wanted.

"Fuck me," he simply ordered.

I crawled on top of him and kissed him roughly, trying so hard not to just fuck him senseless, no regard towards preparing him. But I knew better than to hurt him. And I wouldn't want to hurt him, in any case. I wasn't sure what we could use as lubrication, and he seemed to sense my worry. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand towards his lips, and pulled three of my fingers into his mouth. We kept eye contact as he sucked on and licked my fingers, my breath catching every time I felt his tongue move across my skin. I wished it were not my fingers he was sucking on. . .because of the tension at the moment, the need, the longing, I caught myself grinding our erections together as I looked down into his eyes.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, he released my fingers, and kissed my lips gently, before I moved myself to lower regions of his body. I positioned myself between his legs and as I inserted my first finger into him, I kissed up and down his erection, trying to take away as much of the discomfort as I could. I gave a few licks up the entire length before taking him into my mouth as I began sliding my finger in and out of him slowly.

I had done this to myself before, so I tried to be as patient as I could before working in another finger. Once I did, I heard him make a sound, I wasn't sure if I had hurt him or not but he didn't seem to want me to stop. I continued moving my fingers in and out while sucking on his hard cock, hoping that he was still enjoying this. By the time I'd added a third finger and I was confident that he was ready to move on, I was so hard that I could barely even think clearly.

I moved back up and my eyes met with his. He was already starting to breath heavily and I positioned myself but waited for a moment, just in case he'd somehow changed his mind. As badly as I wanted this and as much as it would have destroyed me, I wouldn't do this if he didn't want it also. It only took a couple of seconds for me to get my answer.

"Go on, Legato," he ordered me, a bit more breathless than he had been earlier.

In my overwhelming excitement and lust I wasn't thinking clearly when I just thrust into him completely, causing him to arch his back. He let out a hiss and I was terrified that I'd hurt him and now it was over. I was sure he would throw me off of him when he gave me a frustrated look, but then I realized whatever I'd done, he liked it.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I pulled out and slammed back into him, deciding to set a fairly good pace. I tried to make as much eye contact as I possibly could with him, loving that look in his eyes every time I would thrust back into him, but it was becoming difficult now.

In all of the daydreams and scenario-plays I had done, I had never been the one on top. Never. I felt the sweat running down my body, I was becoming so hot. . .so hot. . .I knew I was approaching an orgasm, and the master knew too. But he had other plans. . .it most likely would have only taken a few more thrusts into his body. . .just a few more, and I would have had an orgasm, but he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me downwards, so roughly, that it stopped me from moving at all.

I stared, confused, and desperately needing release, and here he was, STOPPING ME! I tried pulling out, but he pulled tighter on me. I couldn't figure out, at first, why he had stopped me, but when he began maneuvering our bodies, it all made sense. He wanted me to take him in the beginning for my own pleasure. . .he wanted me to be happy. But when we reached our orgasms, he wanted to be the one doing the fucking. I was still too far gone to speak, so all I did was nod and pull out of him.

The pressure was becoming so bad, I'd never been more horny in my entire life, so I hoped he would hurry. The master pushed three of his fingers into my mouth, and I knew what to do. When he was finished he began kissing me, not searching for long before finding his target and inserting two fingers to start. And damn, it really hurt. But I didn't really care, and it was still less painful than what I'd experienced before he found me. Besides, as long as it was the master, pain did not matter. A few moments of prepping, and he felt I was ready.

He entered me slowly, possibly to tease me, or possibly because he didn't want to hurt me. I will assume it was the second option. He pulled out of me slowly, and went back in a bit faster than the first time. The third time I noticed, through my now-blurred vision, a devilish grin on his face, and as he pushed deep into me something happened. He hit something inside of me that caused me to arch my back, my vision left me for a moment and it was simply the most incredible thing I'd ever experienced. He clearly knew exactly what he was doing, because he did it again, and my entire body was tingling. Overall, I was loving it, but this going slow shit that he was doing was driving me crazy!

"M-master. . .harder. . .please. . .FASTER!" I begged, choking out the words as best I could and hoping he could understand them.

He kissed my lips and whispered into my ear "if I go any faster, I may lose control. I don't want to hurt you."

I couldn't possibly have cared less if he hurt me, "GOD PLEASE, FASTER! IF YOU'RE GOING TO FUCK ME, GO FASTER!"

I couldn't control myself. My whole body was aching, needing to release, and he was going so slowly. . .he was going slowly, but my pleading had convinced him. He had picked up his pace, slamming into me hard. Each time he would slam into me, it would cause me to loose my breath, and I tried desperately to keep up with his pace, trying to move my body in time with his, but it was not humanly possible. Needn't I remind you, I am merely human, and he was a god. A butterfly. I was a spider and he was a-

I lost the last self control I had, as he took hold of my erection and pumped it violently in rhythm with the thrusts. I lost all memory of real words from the English dictionary, aside from the words `fuck' and `god yes'. Come to think of it, I'm not so sure `fuck' would be in the dictionary, and I'm not sure the words were coming out as anything other than moans.

Flashes of white were crossing my eyes, and I couldn't think. He was pounding into me, hitting that same spot inside of me every time, pumping me hard. I simply couldn't take it anymore. So I gave up trying to hold back. A wave of absolute pleasure crossed my body as my impending orgasm finally came. Hot cum exploded onto our stomachs and onto his hand, and my whole body tensed up.

“GOD, KNIVES!” was all I could say as my body gave into the pleasure, pleasure that even my greatest fantasies had never given me.

A few more thrusts into me, and he came as well, deep inside of me, and collapsing onto the empty space on the table to my side. I recovered from my orgasm seconds before he did, and wasn't sure what I should do next as I desperately tried to catch my breath. Now that he had gotten what he wanted, would he want me to leave the room? Not speak to him? Had I merely been an object of pleasure as I'd been used to in the past, or had-

My thoughts were cut off, as he turned me around and our lips met in a gentle, passion-filled kiss.

"You forgot to call me master," He informed me as he pulled away.

It was true. In the midst of what was the most amazing moment of my life, I had lost all consciousness of my thoughts and voice, and had called him Knives instead of master. Surely now, I would be punished.

"Ever since my brother and I came to this planet, I have allowed only him to call me Knives. I despise the way it sounds, coming from the mouths of. . .HUMANS. Disgusting. And yet," he pressed his lips against mine again "say it again."

I stared into his eyes, speechless. Was he tricking me?

"Legato, I'm serious. I want you to say my name again. I like the way it sounds. . .when you say my name. You have such a beautiful voice, if no one has ever told you. I-"

“Knives,” I didn't let him finish his sentence, "Knives, I have wanted this evening from the first moment I met you. Knives, when I am around you, I feel as though everything is perfect in my world."

He smiled, something I had never seen him do. He slid off of the table and picked me up with one arm under my knees and the other behind my shoulder-blades. Bridal fashion, I suppose you could say. He was so strong. . .

He carried me into the next room, which conveniently, just so happened to be his bedroom, and laid me down on the bed. He pulled the covers over me and crawled in next to me, pulling me close to him, and wrapping his arms around me. My back was facing him, and he nuzzled his face into my neck, taking in a deep breath.

"Legato, I hate humans. And yet, something about you. It is difficult for me to explain, but the closest way that I can explain it is that I am in love with you. You are not like the rest of the humans. In fact, I know I used to constantly tell you that you are human, but inside, my mind would scream for me to tell you how I truly feel. Legato Bluesummers, I want for you to be with me forever and for always."

The temptation to tell him that I now belonged to him, not just as a master and servant, but as lovers, was overwhelming. The temptation. The temptation. But, as all good things must do, this had to come to an end. It had to end before I was beaten.

"Legato are you listening to me?" he asked me.

"I am sorry, Master," I replied, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"Must I repeat myself, yet again?" he asked me, angrily.

"Yes. Please repeat yourself. My apologies, master," I replied, ashamed.

"I agreed with you. I said, you are just a human. A worthless being which must eventually be crushed, in order for the butterflies to survive."

I nodded. That is NOT what I wanted to hear. My daydream had not been very long, but it had been wonderful. If only things were so simple. I laughed inwardly at the thought of me kissing the master right now. He would kill me for sure! Only in my daydreams.

"It is time, Legato," the master informed me. "Do you understand what your mission is?"

"To make Vash the Stampede suffer for all eternity."

"Good. Now go."

"Yes, master."

That will have been the last time I saw the master. The crowd of my mind slaves is behind him, shooting at the women who I know Vash will kill me to save. Meryl and Millie, I believe their names are. I repeatedly tell Vash that my life is meaningless. And it is. I am but a mere human.

As Vash pulls the trigger on the gun, right before I die, only one thing crosses my mind.

`I love you, Knives. . .I love you. . .'

NORMAL POV:

As Legato fell, dead, to the ground, Vash stared, horrified at the sight. The blood was pooling now, around Legato's head. Vash ran towards his friends, and eventually, they all managed to leave. Only one remained. Legato's body? No. The man who had witnessed the entire scene from a secret location. He climbed down from the cliff, and walked up to the body. He ran two fingers through the pool of blood, and turned Legato's face, so that he could stare into his eyes. . .his eyes. . .they weren't the way they were before. The beautiful golden color that drew him into an erection every time he looked into them was glazed over now. He had wanted to be with him for so long now. To feel their lips touch, to spend hours at night, making love. . .it was too bad things had to be this way.

He tried to hold back, but couldn't. A tear fell onto Legato's cheek as the man stood. He looked down at Legato, holding back the urge to kiss him, but holding it back simply didn't work. He bent down one last time and kissed his lips, finding them still faintly warm. He began walking away, and then thought of the last line Legato had said to him haunted him.

"Yes, master," played in his mind.

He turned back to Legato's body, and the temptation to finally say what was on his mind all this time, took over, "call me Knives."

FIN!

Sephy: Soooooo.....what did you all think? I know, I know, I should go jump off of a bridge for doing that to you. But playing with feels is fun! By the way, I had to do some mild editing to this because teen-me clearly had issues with capitalization, so at least I suffer with you through that ending. What possessed me to kill off my baby in this?! Isn't it bad enough he has to die in the anime?! But okay, it was the only way I could really get any type of warm and fuzzy love feelings from Knives, because his version of 'love' and 'romance' is about as soft and fluffy as a cactus. So, please leave me some reviews as my confidence for adult stories has never seemed to get better since I was a yougin who wrote this!
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