Wolfwood's new profession

(warnings in this chapter for non-con (ish )

Chapter Fifteen: Jealousy

Vash woke, a sleepy smile gracing his face. He stretched and rolled onto his side, hands feeling for the warmth beside him, reaching out for the priest before he remembered. His brow furrowed and he sighed heavily.

‘He’s gone…gone to see him…’

He had wanted to go too, to see his brother again. But until he could figure out exactly why Knives had set Wolfwood to watch him, he couldn’t risk blowing the priest’s cover. He already knew what Knives did to workers once they’d lost their use and become worthless. He’d die before he let something like that happen to Wolfwood.

His hands clenched by his side, suddenly feeling empty with no one to hold. His chest ached and he sniffled, quickly wiping at one of his eyes with the palm of his hand. He wouldn’t cry. Wolfwood would be back…he’d promised…hadn’t he?

‘But what if something goes wrong? What if Knives’ decides he doesn’t need him anymore? What then?’

He groaned and rolled onto his back, before grabbing the other pillow and bringing it down next to him to hug. He curled his knees up underneath it and, when the tears finally started, he used it to muffle his sobs.

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Knives stood with an air of arrogance from where he was crouching next to the plant. He smoothed his gloved hands across its surface, a small smile quirking his mouth as it accepted his help. Too often now, the plants refused to communicate with him, saddened by his failed relationship with Vash and his treatment of the people they were provided to protect. But this one had been on its last legs and, therefore, had no option except to welcome his assistance.

A door opened somewhere in the ship and Knives’ mind swept out to discover who it was.

‘Ah…Legato. Finally.’

His mind reached for the other he expected with him, slightly shocked and angry when he discovered the Servant was alone. He didn’t want to have to wait for an answer, so he engulfed Legato’s mind with his own and forced the telepath to run.

Legato arrived shortly, panting and swaying slightly on his feet, looking almost ready to pass out.

‘Hn…I forget sometimes…just how big this ship really is…’ Knives thought. Then he shrugged. ‘Ah well…’

“Where is Chapel?” He stated, releasing Legato’s mind to let him reply. He could have just taken the information but didn’t want to have to pick through Legato’s pathetic day to reach the knowledge.

Legato heaved a great gulp of air, leaning slightly on the doorframe while he made his bow.

“Knives-sama. He is coming soon. He was reluctant to accompany me from the city. I was aware of some unrest in his mind concerning your brother, but couldn’t grasp it before his thoughts passed onto other things.” Legato bowed again, his breath slowly coming back to normal.

Knives stared silently at him, assessing the truth of his words before turning away.

“Fine. You are dismissed.” He waved a hand in the Servant’s direction and Legato stumbled back out of the door and down to his room.

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He shucked his coat, habitually mindful of the spikes, and fell back onto the bed. He’d managed to keep his surface thoughts bland when he was with the Master but now that he was by himself, a vision of a grinning, long-haired girl swam up into his mind.

He allowed himself a small smile as he remembered their conversation in the bar and thought about how much he’d like to meet her again before Knives destroyed all life on the planet. It never had before, but now that knowledge gave him a tiny twinge of sadness. The fact that someone so pure and uncomplicated was going to be swept aside like so much rubbish, simply because the Master wanted his brother back, suddenly seemed very mournful.

He sighed and rolled onto his side, facing the door.

And shot upright, heart pattering in fear.

Knives was standing in the doorway, an incredulous look on his face. It was the most raw emotion Legato had seen on his features for some time and he froze in amazement at the sight. The plant lunged forward and caught Legato by the neck, effortlessly hoisting him into the air so that the telepath’s feet dangled. Legato felt a brief surge of love and admiration for the speed at which Knives moved that was jolted from him as the plant grabbed him violently.

“Who is she?” Knives hissed, anger writhing across his features. He had known about Legato’s little crush on him for many years. It amused him to occasionally check in on the Servant’s dreams and daytime musings when he didn’t realize Knives was there. He even influenced them occasionally when the telepath wasn’t aware of it. It had been an unlimited source of amusement and, on the very rare occasion, had made the lonely plant almost grateful for the sheer outpouring of devotion from this man.

But now…

Now his thoughts were consumed by another. Knives’ sacred place in his heart was threatened by…by some…<>girl! Knives growled deep in his throat as his fingers tightened on Legato’s neck. He’d felt something strange when the Servant had returned, but had put it down to some ‘spider’ thing. But now he knew…

Legato was in love! He sneered up at his servant’s slowly paling face as he gasped for air.

‘How could this have happened?’ Knives thought angrily. ‘I thought these stupid spiders were supposed to stick to liking one of their sexes, not both!’ He growled again with frustration and shook Legato like a doll, tossing him back on his bare mattress. A flash of emotion raced through the plant, flaring as he reached levels of anger normally only reserved for thoughts of his brother. Illogical ways to win Legato back raced through his mind before zeroing in on the one thing the human had always wanted, always desired. Him.

He pushed Legato down onto his back, easily overpowering the telepath’s attempts to block access to his mind, forcing his hands down by his sides. Legato’s eyes widened as Knives ripped at the telepath’s pants, shredding them in a matter of seconds. The plant leant over him, crushing his lips against Legato’s as the telepath froze, unable to react from sheer shock. Knives plundered Legato’s mind for thoughts on what to do and how to go about it before nipping harshly at the human’s lower lip, drawing blood and lapping it up. Legato broke from his fixed state at the pain, sucking in air harshly, wincing from his bruised throat.

He grappled with Knives mind again, the plant avoiding his child-like attempts with superior ease. He could feel his master rifling through his thoughts, creating tiny shocks of pain with his carelessness, as he ripped his own suit off. Legato knew what he was looking for, and rather than suffer through the intrusion, pulled the ideas that were desired straight to the front of his mind. He could feel Knives elation as the information became readily accessible and he put it to good use. Immediately.

Legato almost choked as Knives thrust three fingers into his mouth, ice-cold eyes watching his every movement as the Servant coated them with his saliva. He shuddered when the plant suddenly flipped him over so he was on his front, pulling his hips up till he was resting on his hands and knees. He didn’t fight. There was no point. Not when they both knew how much he’d wanted this. Maybe not this way but his body wasn’t complaining if his rock hard erection had anything to say about it.

He winced as his master quickly worked his fingers into him, scissoring and stretching. They both knew that Knives would make no effort to be gentle or to spare the telepath discomfort. Then the fingers were gone and something much larger was pushing into Legato, making him hang his head, hair feathering across his eyes as he panted, groaning lowly in pain.

Knives sneered down at the body in front of him.

‘See if he forgets this anytime soon…

He drew back his hips and thrust forward, eyes widening in surprise at the rush of pleasure he got from the act. He did it again, making a choked noise when he felt Legato clench around him. This wasn’t supposed to feel good! This was supposed to be something to make the telepath forget about that stupid girl! Anger rose in him again, fingers digging into Legato’s hips harshly. He thrust again, much harder and Legato cried out, dropping to his forearms and arching his back. Knives almost stopped at the pitch of Legato’s cry. It wasn’t a sound of pain anymore…there had been a hint of pleasure. So he did it again, testing the edges of Legato’s mind to see what it was that had changed. Legato cried out, hands fisting in the sheet in front of him.

‘There…!’ He tilted his hips slightly, finding the spot that made Legato sob into the bed and press back against him. His fingers dug in harder as a coiling heat pooled low in his stomach. He didn’t know what it meant but it made him want to go faster, thrust harder. He did and Legato moaned deeply, his hips moving back against Knives’ with each movement.

‘Harder…harder!’

Legato half-screamed into the mattress and the plant panted, bent over his underling, his eyes clenched shut. For some reason Legato was getting tighter and it increased the heat in his stomach. But he didn’t want to stop. Suddenly the telepath beneath him cried out his name, without the attached honorific, garbled among a mix of moans and cries. Legato’s consciousness exploded, a backlash of pleasure sweeping through the plant’s undefended mind. Knives shuddered and Legato tightened, spilling his seed on the bed below him in ragged, ropy spurts.

The heat doubled, then tripled, sharpening, heightening and bounding through his body with no end in sight. Knives panted harshly, making no effort to cover his moans as he thrust faster, fingers bruising the telepath’s hips. Suddenly he was there, his whole body trembling as he gasped for breath, shooting his essence deep inside Legato’s body. The telepath moaned, hips pressed back against him before Knives collapsed backwards, withdrawing and leaving Legato huddled on the bed. The plant staggered to his feet, uncaring of his nakedness.

‘What the hell just happened?! I was supposed to teach him a lesson!’ He swept a hand through his spikes, shooting a glance back at the form on the bed. Legato remained where the plant had left him, still up on his knees but with his head resting on the bed. Knives broke from his shock, realizing that he hadn’t said anything.

“Take a shower. You smell disgusting. And never disrespect me again or I’ll kill you.” He sneered, turning his back on the bed and walking out, the remains of his suit clutched in one shaking hand.

Legato lay on the bed for a long time, his mind trying to piece together what had just happened. Had it really occurred? Or was it another one of his incredibly vivid dreams. The truth became apparent when he tried to move and his hips screamed in pain. He rolled to the side, unmindful of the mess on the bed. He could hear the water pumps in the ship working and knew Knives was taking a shower.

‘Probably trying to scrub the germs off himself…’ Legato thought sadly, a tear tracking it’s way down the side of his face. He let out a shuddering breath and rolled onto his side, wincing as he slowly stood. He swayed slightly and made his way to his tiny bathroom, waiting patiently till Knives had ceased using the pumps then flicked the shower on. He had trouble standing so he sat in the bottom of the shower, face cupped in his hands. Tears tracked their way down his cheeks, mixing with the water, as he bit his hand to keep from sobbing too loudly.

‘What happened?! What did I do? Knives-sama…!’ He raked a shaking hand through his wet hair, covering his face again as his sobs intensified and his muffled cries echoed off the harsh white walls.

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Ah…the guilt of almost rape…poor Legato-kun

Just to explain in case it wasn’t clear, Legato DID want Knives in that very manner…but denying something for many years and then suddenly having it thrust upon you, and not in the manner you wanted, can be a very frightening thing. Legato is confused because he doesn’t understand Knives reasoning for what just occurred…especially when he turned around afterwards and said some horrible things…

If that makes ANY sense…well it does to me…but…yeah…

Thanks again to everyone reading this…I’m beginning to think of this story as my best so far…mind you I’ve only posted something like 10 or 11 stories but this one has become very special to me. I think I’ll write a lot more Trigun fictions from now on… *winces from all the cheers* *purchases earmuffs*

In fact…I have about three stories lined up to write after this one…when I’ve got time of course… *blissfully unaware of the cheering*

Thanks again for reading and reviewing! I love you all! *taijuu kage bunshin-glomp no jutsu*