Wolfwood's new profession

Last chapter today, I really should stop these sporandic updates :(

Chapter Twenty: Re-occurrence


~Legato.~

The call came earlier than expected and the telepath jumped, nearly cutting himself with his razor. He set it down quickly, patting at the skin he had scraped.

~Knives-sama…~ He replied, closing his eyes to better concentrate on his master’s voice.

~It’s time. Contact Chapel and request that he bring my brother here.~

Legato nodded, feeling his master’s satisfaction leak through their link. He felt Knives leave his mind and sighed in relief. The tension they felt in each other presence had spilled over and was now affecting their mental speech. To the point where Knives would only speak to him early in the morning when Legato’s mind wasn’t as sharp as normal. The telepath soon realized this was because the plant was having some kind of trouble of his own, having felt Knives’ sub-thoughts leak through their speech.

For some reason, Knives obviously felt that the Servant was unable to pick up on these lapses easily when he had just woken. But he did…and some of the emotions wandering through had the telepath tossing and turning at night, dreams filled with Knives’ flesh working over his, the plant’s mouth on his body, fingers digging into sensitive spots.

He steadied himself in front of the mirror and sent his mind out, searching for the priest’s. He frowned. Wolfwood wasn’t normally this hard to find. He concentrated harder, finally pinpointing the priest in the town furthest away from the ship.

~Chapel.~

The irritation was clear in the other’s voice.

~What?!~

Legato felt miffed but couldn’t be bothered conveying it.

~You are to come to the ship. Bring the gunman and keep him ignorant. ~

~Fine. Whatever…~

Legato’s brow twitched in annoyance. It had been a very long time since someone had been so short with him. He cut off the contact, making sure to give the priest a nasty headache to contend with for his insolence. He opened his eyes and arched an eyebrow at himself in the mirror. With the amount of time it would take the priest to bring the gunman to the ship, being so far away and all, Knives might feel inclined to dish out a little punishment before the big finale. Legato subdued the need to grin at his reflection. Hopefully Knives would be nice and pass the priest along to him for some… chastisement. He closed his eyes again.

~Knives-sama~

~Hn…? ~

~He is coming as requested.~

He felt the nod through the link, sighing when Knives cut off without another word. The telepath was relieved and sad at the same time. If he had harbored affections for his master before the incident between them, then they seemed tripled when the plant made any kind of contact with him in the days afterward. At the same time, Knives’ emotions seemed to be more…well… haphazard than they usually were. He was curt with the telepath and ruder than usual, but Legato caught an underlying feeling of confusion and fear from the plant. The reason for it seemed to always slip away before he could grasp it but it had started to occur after the priest had visited.

Knives had asked questions regarding the relationship between his brother and Chapel and Legato had been distinctly uncomfortable when the plant had begun to question the nature of their sexual relationship. In the end the telepath had opted for the least, or maybe even more, embarrassing explanation of what was probably occurring between the two gunmen.

“What we did…” Seemed to cover most of the bases of information the plant was after and when his mouth shut with a snap and he ordered the telepath from his presence, Legato had smiled in the hallway after finding the likely source of his master’s confusion. But where was the fear coming from? The telepath shook his head to get the droplets out from his shower and kept shaving, hand jerking again when Knives suddenly broke back into his mind.

~Come…~ He announced before severing the link again.

The telepath frowned at himself in the mirror, quickly washing off the soap and making himself presentable. He hurried to Knives’ main chamber and was halfway there when his master’s voice sounded in his mind again.

~My quarters…~

The telepath froze and turned on his heel, heading in the other direction, mind working furiously. He had only been to Knives’ quarters once in the whole time he had been here, and then it was just to the door where he stood guard while his master inspected them for security when they had first taken the ship. Why the plant would want to see him there now was beyond the telepath. Unless…

No. Legato shook his head. Better clear those thoughts out.

He reached the entrance and, after much deliberating on the threshold, walked through, eyes downcast in obedience.

“Knives-sama…” He bowed and kept his eyes on the floor

There was a rustle of cloth and the sound of soft steps towards him, whispers of un-booted feet on the flooring. He saw Knives stop in front of him, noting with shock that his master’s legs and feet were bare. He consciously had to stop himself from raising his gaze and finding out just how high those shorts his master was wearing went, because from where Legato was standing, it looked like he was wearing nothing at all.

The telepath had to concentrate on stopping the rise in his groin at the thought, closing his eyes for better focus. They snapped open in shock when his chin was suddenly raised by an un-calloused hand, smooth fingers gripping too tight, and a hard mouth covered his own. He gasped, instinctively jerking back and Knives took the opportunity to thrust his tongue into Legato’s mouth, molding his lips against the telepath's more firmly.

Legato’s hands came up, only belatedly realizing that the shoulders they clung to were bare, as was the rest of the body pressed against him. He shivered in the plant’s grip, hearing the rip of his clothes as his master tore them from his frame, shreds clinging to his arms and around his waist. Knives soon rid him of those too and pushed him roughly to the floor, fingers urgently seeking the spots on his body that made the telepath groan into the mouth against his, rocking his hips towards those above him. Knives hissed into the kiss, nipping Legato’s lower lip as he reached for a small bottle lying on it side on the floor. Apparently the plant had been to a better source of information since last time, Legato mused, as Knives poured some lotion over his fingers and quickly wriggled them inside the man underneath him.

“How are you doing this to me?” The plant growled, anger, need and confusion warring on his face.

Legato had no answer and squirmed on the floor, the hard unyielding flooring digging into his back as the plant lifted his legs over his shoulders and pressed his mouth back over his. A hard thrust later and Legato shrieked into the kiss, tearing his mouth away and groaning, head to the side. Knives licked his cheek, burying his face in Legato’s hair as he began to move, each movement drawing more sounds from the telepath.

Knives slid his hands underneath Legato’s ass, lifting him higher and leaning over him more. The telepath’s hips left the ground and he felt like he was almost rolled up onto his shoulders, his throbbing length within two feet of his own mouth. Knives thrust in at this new angle and Legato stiffened, his body flooded with pleasure. He cried out as the plant grasped his hips, tempo increasing dramatically. It was too much for Legato and his body tensed, mouth hanging open as he panted, come splattering across his face.

He blinked eyes sticky with his own release, struggling to see, swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth. He felt the plant throb inside him, heard the choked moan that signaled Knives’ climax. Lips covered his, tongue seeking out the traces of his essence, moving to the sides of his mouth, cleaning him with soft strokes till the last of it was gone. Knives withdrew and Legato’s legs fell back to the floor, his back complaining at the horrendous treatment.

His master stirred beside him and Legato prepared himself for the same rejection to occur. When no comment was forthcoming he opened one eye, then the other, hesitantly meeting Knives’ gaze. The plant stared at him curiously, a lone finger reaching out to finger a few strands of Legato’s hair. They stared at each other for a few moments, one gaze searching, and the other puzzled.

Knives nodded slowly to himself, breaking the stare and rising to his feet, uncaring and unashamed of his nakedness. He offered a hand and Legato rose too, huddled slightly as his legs struggled to support him. He stumbled slightly and Knives caught him, seemingly as shocked at this caring action as Legato was. They stared at one another again, Knives brushing the backs of his fingers against Legato’s cheek before leaning forward and kissing him lightly. He let go and turned back to his private bathroom, striding away. Legato watched his perfect body walk away, still shocked and confused. Knives turned in the doorway, speaking as he closed the door.

“You are dismissed.”

Click. The door was shut and Legato blinked slowly, Knives’ cooling essence running down his thigh.

‘Um…what just happened?’

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Haha, that makes me laugh. But relationships are rarely black and white, Legato's finding out about that wonderful grey area at the moment...

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