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Chapter 4: Undying Crimson
Part IV: Undying crimson
Disclaimer: This tale contains male/male sexual situations, hardcore sex, incest, and potty language. If you are under eighteen, homophobic, or a furrbie addict, you should go elsewhere. If not, I really don’t care, and no matter what I say, it won’t make you leave any way, so enjoy!!!!
It was time to recognize the truth…would he see disgust in sea green eyes, or mearly confusion…? What was going to happen now that the restrains had broken…? Now that he had acted so quickly upon him. Carefully, eye’s opened; Knives looked into the features of his brother timidly.
Nothing….
He could read nothing in those eyes as he sat. Nothing… A small gulp made it down his throat as he broke the gaze from Vash. He didn’t understand…such a fool I am…such thoughts and many more ran through Knives’ skull, knowing Vash would leave him after this…he knew it.
“Knives…you kissed me…” a quiet statement which was given to sort out everything in his head. One thousand dreams of Rem…a million other fantasies…and none had felt as sweet and Vash looked down. This was wrong…right…?
Right…?
Knives looked at Vash. Not words of disgust…. A statement.
“Vash…” he blushed, slurring the last two letters into a low moan of need. The feelings that held him back were useless. He bent his head once again to salvage the tender mouth of his brother…the man that meant everything to him. Vash stiffed, Knives tongue sweeping against Vash’s lower lip, the hunger sweeping over the milk blonde’s mind, and the voice not mattering as it answered the question, which burdened him every time hew looked at Vash from a distance.
I need you…
I need you so very much now…
The fire is louder than the voices in my mind…
Vash…this is how far I’m willing to go…
This is everything I’ve every wanted…
I want you…
I want you so very much…
Awkwardly, Vash’s mouth opened, letting a ravishing tongue explore the moist crevice of his mouth.
He could feel his body taught with the feeling of another crushing against his mouth while his tongue seeked the embrace of his. What was he doing…? Eye’s drifting open, Vash looked at Knives’ face, his eye’s closed tightly with desperation, his eyebrow taunt with starvation. What was happening?
He broke free, his taste still invading his mouth as he shook gently, Knives holding him tightly in his arms.
Why was he doing this…? And why do I like it…?
Uneven breaths, and sudden nips and bites covered Vash’s trembling throat as the chaotic feelings assaulted his mind. He hated this man…. Didn’t he…?
Eyes shut tightly as wandering hands made their way to the silver zipper of his suit. This man killed the woman he loved…. He killed Rem…everyone died…. And he had laughed. Feelings of guilt and need filling a small frail body as the war of morals mixed in the fires of lust. But he already knew that conscience had lost when strong, firm hands found an area of especially sensitive discs flesh among his chest which, made him cry out in abandon.
“Vash…do you like it…?” a seductive whisper in his ear he could hardly hear. “ Do you like the way it feels?”
Sobs escaped his trembling mouth as rough hands dominated light pink flesh, sending sensations through his body that seemed to meet between his thighs.
Knives sighed lightly, licking Vash’s collarbone firmly, becoming more aroused at the deep moans Vash tried to suppress which made his throat gently vibrate.
But his whole world began to tighten when a curious hand reached inside of white cloth and touched the erect needy flesh within. It was something that sent a spark of fear and anger up his spine, causing his body to act involuntary.
Too much for such a frail mind to handle. This was his brother…the man who wanted to murder everything he had been taught to be sacred. He wouldn’t let him do this. He wouldn’t let him have him.
With one mind blurring movement, Knives’ found himself on his back, Vash’s trembling hands constricting around his throat. Vash’s sobs filling the air which suddenly became heavy and thick. Tighter his hands became, the more Knives’ body stiffened, but there was no attempt of aggression from the man underneath.
He sat there…. Perfectly still…body growing tight not with fear or anger, but against the want to force Vash’s tightening grip slack to get the air his limbs ached for. He watched with calm eyes as Vash slowly began to tremble with anger…anger fueled by his calmness…the placid look in his eyes as he gazed at Vash silently and still.
“NO! I WON’T ALLOW THIS! NOT BY YOU!!!!” Vash screamed out, grip slightly tightening upon his brother’s frail neck.” DID YOU THINK I’D EVER LET YOU TOUCH ME AFTER WHAT YOU’VE DONE!?!
The grip becoming tighter, Knives began to feel his lungs tint with a burning sensation; a feeling he knew only the dying felt.
What a fool, Knives felt as everything inside began to throb with a dull ache. He had gone too far. HE deserved this…deserved everything that has happened. Such a sick bastard. Always sick.
Silence came between the two, making the air surrounding the two thick with tension.
“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SO FUCKING CALM!? YOU’RE DYING YOU STUPID BASTARD!” Screamed Vash, breaking the utter stillness of the atmosphere between them, eyes tear streaked, mouth quivering. “FIGHT BACK YOU BASTARD!”
His hands becoming tighter as Knives’ flinched, his fist’s clutched tight.
“WHY AREN’T YOU FIGHTING BACK!?!”
Knives’ eyes slowly closed. If that is what Vash wanted…he would gladly except death. He was the only reason he still lived…he was the only person that ever mattered…Vash…
Slowly, as if all energy had left Vash’s body, his gripped loosed and sweet air filled Knives’ lungs. “…Why….?” Hand’s drifting towards his shoulders, still pinning Knives to the ground. “ WHY DID REM HAVE TO DIE!?! WHY DID YOU KILL THEM?!” Vash, letting his arms gently give way, his build draped on top of Knives’ limp form. “Why did you do it…? Tell me why…” Gently, he wrapped his arms around Vash’s shoulders, comforting, holding him, so much like he did when he was a child.
“Vash…”
Just a scared little boy. The same as you was when you saw your savior burn up in a thousand flames. So confused with everything that has happened, turning it into a cold repetitive fear…I understand now.
Such were the thoughts of Knives, looking down among golden locks that brushed under his chin. This was all you ever were…this is why you have yet to leave my side. Nothing more that a frightened child…Vash…I loathe this innocence your body is able to harbor which such ease.
Eyes met a clash against blue and green. Slowly, Knives bent toward Vash, and gently licked Vash’s tears, causing his eyes to shoot open and gaze unsteadily and confused.
“Why are you still…?” he began, wet velvet glazing his lower lip. “I was hurting you…why are you still…-?”
So innocent he nearly found it comical. Something he wanted to explore from a child with empty eyes as such he had never seen. He sighed, moving his face in the level of Vash’s…feeling short ragged breaths cascade against his lips.
“I love you.” A harsh voice cutting off a shaking, gentle one. Never had he been expecting that answer. He just looked into his eyes unsteadily; astonishment painted upon a face whom never expected that answer. “I need you…Vash…so much…”
Hands began to explore his body again, at a slower pace than before.
“why…?”
Lower, more primal, Knives bent to his brother’s ear and muttered, “…I love you…”
A clash of lips once again, the familiar feeling of hot skin invading his mouth. Vash slowly drowned in the feeling, which consumed every piece of his being. Nothing mattered…only the hot energy from those suffocating lips. Always seeming to drown…so very slowly…
Again, he felt hands brush against sensitive flesh, making him flinch, but containing all aggression within. He lied there, allowing him make his body sing with emotions that made everything around him blur and his body slowly become a cinder. Shutting his eyes, he allowed his body be explored…
Letting unseen hands pillage uncovered flesh, he allowed the clothing over his body be removed, until he lied before Knives, nude and vulnerable. Something that made Knives never want to stop touching…never stop feeling…
“Vash…so beautiful…” This and many other whispers broken into millions of pieces among the melancholy of this mind that the lust had set upon his senses.
He got up, leaving Vash’s body among the cold, his skin tightening against the loss of heat. Slowly, he undressed himself as Vash watched new exposed skin glisten in the pale light of the heavens…refining every groove…every indention. And after all barriers were removed, teal eyes glistened with a light of fear. He had dreamed of such acts. But this…. So much more intense than any thought or dream... So much different.
Knives knelt above his brother. Hands lightly sweeping over skin, teasing flesh with light touches. A slow descent to the area which craved attention. He felt as if he was slowly being tortured…a slow sinking death… As hands approached the destination, something happened, he wasn’t ready for.
A hot silken tongue slid firmly up erect flesh causing him to sob loudly and grab fistfuls of faded blonde hair as a gentle onslaught upon the most sensitive of his body was being teased.
Thick tears ran down his cheeks and gentle sobs escaped a trembling throat. He looked into nothing, salt continuing to fall from eyes clouded and blind with the immense pleasure he felt his brother give him in roaring gales every time that hot tongue massaged him. His vision going white as he felt himself enter a wet hot mouth firmly suck tender flesh…every emotion and feeling numb, as his body was given nothing but pure pleasure. The sensation of something that begins to fill every part of you deep inside…something he longed to break; to over flow and be shattered…
Hips rocking, neck and back arced so far back that one would fear it coming close to breaking point, the night was filled with sounds of frustration and need from Vash’s trembling throat. Nothing seemed to register…. Only that hot mouth, and that slick tongue embraced and entwined upon his endowment, which leaked cloudy beads of liquid, seemed remotely real.
Everything drifted slowly back as he felt the mouth slip slowly way, leaving him shaking, eyes glazed with utter passion and lust. He searched slowly and clumsily, looking for the heat he had felt which slowly began to retreat, making small pleas for the touch he sought.
Knives merely smiled at the spectacle as he gazed at his evident arousal against the tight white fabric of the suit he wore. So he stripped quickly, laughing slightly when he felt two hands, shaking within a lustful daze, attempting to help remove his clothing. Soon the task completed, Knives sat before Vash, nude…skin flushed a pastel pink due to his aroused state. He grinned, and Vash hesitantly touched his stomach, exploring the expanse of flesh, feeling the muscles underneath tighten and relax with each breath. He sighed; lying down and letting his brother’s hesitant hands explore his body.
This is what he had wanted…finally…he had gotten what he wished for. He smiled lightly, as he noticed the hand moving slowly lower. He bit his lip, worried the mere act of the blonde touching him would cause ejaculate to flood from his depths…never so aroused…
He gasped when hands entangled in curly golden hair; his face distorting with pleasure as fingertips brushed lightly against sensitive skin that strained painfully at the mere light touches Vash administered. He opened his mouth to cry out, but nothing would come forth but a rusty moan from the bottom of his throat. And timidly, the sunny blonde’s palm ran up Knives’ length, causing glacier eyes to shoot open and his body to spring up, a quivering fist grasping Vash’s soft hand. Sweat ran down a flushed face as he looked at Vash’s features, now full of confusion and sympathy.
“Did I do something wrong…?” He asked sheepishly, his eyes full of concern and shame. Knives’, still panting, smirked weakly.
“No…” He whispered, gasping and shaking lightly, eyes staring into nothing. “You didn’t do anything wrong…” He lead Vash’s hand to his erection and allowed him to stroke it gently. “ It…shocked me…that’s all…” He moaned out, lying back down, absorbing the state of ecstasy he currently existed in. He wanted more, he thought…he wanted to feel Vash’s heart beat as moans and cries were whimpered in his ears. This way, It would not be the same…. This way…he would not lose control...
He sat up again, shakily, Vash’s strokes coming to a halt at the change of position. Knives grunted lightly, hand rapping around Vash’s forcing it harder on himself, then releasing when he felt his brother had the pace he desired. Vash stared at Knives as he moaned and gasped for air which, for the moment, seemed to leave his lungs as soon as it was greedily pulled in.
He felt his orgasm coming closer, and prepared for what he had in mind.
A heavy orgasm, a light blindness of specks of white and gray before his eyes, and it was over. It was a small wonder how any of his semen was caught on his trembling, yet cupped hand. He sighed with satisfaction and looked at Vash who blushed and stared through the entire scene…the vision of his body tensing and releasing it’s self still replaying in his mind.
Vash woke from his thoughts when a warm hand spread hot white fluid onto his throbbing member that had already begun to ache due to the lack of attention. He groaned and lied down, letting himself be coated with the thick substance.
“Vash…”whispered Knives, now on top of the smaller man, tongue tracing his ear as he spoke. “I want you inside of me…”
The only thing he could do in reply was murmur and nod his head with recession, lust clouding over his eyes and mind once again.
He poured his essence into Vash’s hand, and lied upon his stomach, the dirt, scratching his skin lightly as he waited. Soon, fingers, thick with Knives’ seed came in contact with the soft flesh of his backside, causing him to moan and clutch the soil, half with anticipation, the other with fear. To allow himself to be touched was one thing, but this…to be totally helpless and vulnerable before another man again frightened him. He desperately began to wonder if now he had gone to far…if now he should run away like last time…no…he told himself, swallowing a bead of fear as a slick finger found it’s way to a tight pink opening and pushed against it, searching for entry.
He sobbed quietly, feeling Vash’s fingers slide the slick moisture within him. Tears he could no longer hide dripping absently into the dry earth. Another finger entering, his body was tensing against such an obtrusion forced it’s way gently in. He wept a little harder, forcing himself to calm against the intrusion. Nothing left…. No more barriers…this is what he wanted, and this is what he was going to receive.
Soon, after muscles loosened, and Knives breathing returned to a normal pace, Vash put the tip of his glistening erection against the taunt opening, and gently pushed the head against his entrance, inflicting a spark of ecstasy to shoot through his pale, quaking form. Knives gripped the soil a little harder, whispering to himself of things to calm him as he felt Vash slowly go further in.
Soon, buried, within the depths of his brother, Vash moaned lightly. The tightness was unbearable and all of the muscles surrounding his erection acted as if they tried to draw him inside, deeper with in. Hands nearly much unstable to support his body, he rubbed Knives hips and thighs, almost growing impatient with waiting for his lover to calm and become a custom to the feeling of being open to him.
But Knives’ azure eyes told a story of a conflict that tore at his mind. So many terrible memories in his mind…. So many visions of Steve…he knew it wasn’t going to be like that, but the images still wouldn’t leave his fragile mind.
Soon he felt, Vash’s hips rocking slightly, noting the impatience with the frustration he felt. He swallowed and began to rack against his hips, pain, slowly subsiding to something so much more…
***
Thrust after hungry trust, Vash, forced, filling very ounce of the man he dominated, trying so hard to go deeper inside the tight heat. Grabbing, his hips, grinding and forcing. Such sweet ecstasy, such wholesome and complete pleasure. Among both forms, Knives began to massage his own flesh, the same rhythm his brother forced in and out of him. Never had he been so complete…never had he been in such bliss… and all had subsided with one final wave of pleasure soaking his hand, an a shout of rapture from the man above and they fell into a heap, like two marionettes, their strings suddenly cut.
Slowly, gaining senses and bearing, the two got free of one another and lied down, breathing attempting to regulate and bodies slowly cooling. And slowly, Vash’s arms wrapped around Knives body and fell quietly into a slumber, his breath colliding gently against Knives’ forehead. Lying his head under his chin, Knives slowly began to weep.
No longer scared
Of what tomorrow might bring.
No longer frightened
Of the images in my mind.
It took so long, but I’ve finally found,
A place where I am safe…
Eden…
Author’s notes: DAMN!!!! THIS FRIGGIN CHAPTER TOOK THE LONGEST OF ALL TO WRITE!!! DAMN YOU NIGHT SCHOOL!!!! Ahem…. wasn’t that sweet….? A sickly sweet which, rots your teeth and makes you fat? Well not to worry, we is getting’ cold turkey and vegetables in the next and final chapter of A Different Shade of Black…Knives’ is tormented further and gets his mind all messed up and stuff. Fun fun fun! Ah, look forward to a short fic which is coming fairly soon, called Indigo. If you thought DSB was dark, you haven’t seen anything yet! MUH HA HA HA HA-*cough, gag*- ha ha hA HA HAHA !!!!
Next chapter:
Part V: Silver sibling
All alone…
Just you and I…
Even with company,
We can grow slightly more senile…
Sometimes to kill,
Is the noblest of acts…
Disclaimer: This tale contains male/male sexual situations, hardcore sex, incest, and potty language. If you are under eighteen, homophobic, or a furrbie addict, you should go elsewhere. If not, I really don’t care, and no matter what I say, it won’t make you leave any way, so enjoy!!!!
It was time to recognize the truth…would he see disgust in sea green eyes, or mearly confusion…? What was going to happen now that the restrains had broken…? Now that he had acted so quickly upon him. Carefully, eye’s opened; Knives looked into the features of his brother timidly.
Nothing….
He could read nothing in those eyes as he sat. Nothing… A small gulp made it down his throat as he broke the gaze from Vash. He didn’t understand…such a fool I am…such thoughts and many more ran through Knives’ skull, knowing Vash would leave him after this…he knew it.
“Knives…you kissed me…” a quiet statement which was given to sort out everything in his head. One thousand dreams of Rem…a million other fantasies…and none had felt as sweet and Vash looked down. This was wrong…right…?
Right…?
Knives looked at Vash. Not words of disgust…. A statement.
“Vash…” he blushed, slurring the last two letters into a low moan of need. The feelings that held him back were useless. He bent his head once again to salvage the tender mouth of his brother…the man that meant everything to him. Vash stiffed, Knives tongue sweeping against Vash’s lower lip, the hunger sweeping over the milk blonde’s mind, and the voice not mattering as it answered the question, which burdened him every time hew looked at Vash from a distance.
I need you…
I need you so very much now…
The fire is louder than the voices in my mind…
Vash…this is how far I’m willing to go…
This is everything I’ve every wanted…
I want you…
I want you so very much…
Awkwardly, Vash’s mouth opened, letting a ravishing tongue explore the moist crevice of his mouth.
He could feel his body taught with the feeling of another crushing against his mouth while his tongue seeked the embrace of his. What was he doing…? Eye’s drifting open, Vash looked at Knives’ face, his eye’s closed tightly with desperation, his eyebrow taunt with starvation. What was happening?
He broke free, his taste still invading his mouth as he shook gently, Knives holding him tightly in his arms.
Why was he doing this…? And why do I like it…?
Uneven breaths, and sudden nips and bites covered Vash’s trembling throat as the chaotic feelings assaulted his mind. He hated this man…. Didn’t he…?
Eyes shut tightly as wandering hands made their way to the silver zipper of his suit. This man killed the woman he loved…. He killed Rem…everyone died…. And he had laughed. Feelings of guilt and need filling a small frail body as the war of morals mixed in the fires of lust. But he already knew that conscience had lost when strong, firm hands found an area of especially sensitive discs flesh among his chest which, made him cry out in abandon.
“Vash…do you like it…?” a seductive whisper in his ear he could hardly hear. “ Do you like the way it feels?”
Sobs escaped his trembling mouth as rough hands dominated light pink flesh, sending sensations through his body that seemed to meet between his thighs.
Knives sighed lightly, licking Vash’s collarbone firmly, becoming more aroused at the deep moans Vash tried to suppress which made his throat gently vibrate.
But his whole world began to tighten when a curious hand reached inside of white cloth and touched the erect needy flesh within. It was something that sent a spark of fear and anger up his spine, causing his body to act involuntary.
Too much for such a frail mind to handle. This was his brother…the man who wanted to murder everything he had been taught to be sacred. He wouldn’t let him do this. He wouldn’t let him have him.
With one mind blurring movement, Knives’ found himself on his back, Vash’s trembling hands constricting around his throat. Vash’s sobs filling the air which suddenly became heavy and thick. Tighter his hands became, the more Knives’ body stiffened, but there was no attempt of aggression from the man underneath.
He sat there…. Perfectly still…body growing tight not with fear or anger, but against the want to force Vash’s tightening grip slack to get the air his limbs ached for. He watched with calm eyes as Vash slowly began to tremble with anger…anger fueled by his calmness…the placid look in his eyes as he gazed at Vash silently and still.
“NO! I WON’T ALLOW THIS! NOT BY YOU!!!!” Vash screamed out, grip slightly tightening upon his brother’s frail neck.” DID YOU THINK I’D EVER LET YOU TOUCH ME AFTER WHAT YOU’VE DONE!?!
The grip becoming tighter, Knives began to feel his lungs tint with a burning sensation; a feeling he knew only the dying felt.
What a fool, Knives felt as everything inside began to throb with a dull ache. He had gone too far. HE deserved this…deserved everything that has happened. Such a sick bastard. Always sick.
Silence came between the two, making the air surrounding the two thick with tension.
“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SO FUCKING CALM!? YOU’RE DYING YOU STUPID BASTARD!” Screamed Vash, breaking the utter stillness of the atmosphere between them, eyes tear streaked, mouth quivering. “FIGHT BACK YOU BASTARD!”
His hands becoming tighter as Knives’ flinched, his fist’s clutched tight.
“WHY AREN’T YOU FIGHTING BACK!?!”
Knives’ eyes slowly closed. If that is what Vash wanted…he would gladly except death. He was the only reason he still lived…he was the only person that ever mattered…Vash…
Slowly, as if all energy had left Vash’s body, his gripped loosed and sweet air filled Knives’ lungs. “…Why….?” Hand’s drifting towards his shoulders, still pinning Knives to the ground. “ WHY DID REM HAVE TO DIE!?! WHY DID YOU KILL THEM?!” Vash, letting his arms gently give way, his build draped on top of Knives’ limp form. “Why did you do it…? Tell me why…” Gently, he wrapped his arms around Vash’s shoulders, comforting, holding him, so much like he did when he was a child.
“Vash…”
Just a scared little boy. The same as you was when you saw your savior burn up in a thousand flames. So confused with everything that has happened, turning it into a cold repetitive fear…I understand now.
Such were the thoughts of Knives, looking down among golden locks that brushed under his chin. This was all you ever were…this is why you have yet to leave my side. Nothing more that a frightened child…Vash…I loathe this innocence your body is able to harbor which such ease.
Eyes met a clash against blue and green. Slowly, Knives bent toward Vash, and gently licked Vash’s tears, causing his eyes to shoot open and gaze unsteadily and confused.
“Why are you still…?” he began, wet velvet glazing his lower lip. “I was hurting you…why are you still…-?”
So innocent he nearly found it comical. Something he wanted to explore from a child with empty eyes as such he had never seen. He sighed, moving his face in the level of Vash’s…feeling short ragged breaths cascade against his lips.
“I love you.” A harsh voice cutting off a shaking, gentle one. Never had he been expecting that answer. He just looked into his eyes unsteadily; astonishment painted upon a face whom never expected that answer. “I need you…Vash…so much…”
Hands began to explore his body again, at a slower pace than before.
“why…?”
Lower, more primal, Knives bent to his brother’s ear and muttered, “…I love you…”
A clash of lips once again, the familiar feeling of hot skin invading his mouth. Vash slowly drowned in the feeling, which consumed every piece of his being. Nothing mattered…only the hot energy from those suffocating lips. Always seeming to drown…so very slowly…
Again, he felt hands brush against sensitive flesh, making him flinch, but containing all aggression within. He lied there, allowing him make his body sing with emotions that made everything around him blur and his body slowly become a cinder. Shutting his eyes, he allowed his body be explored…
Letting unseen hands pillage uncovered flesh, he allowed the clothing over his body be removed, until he lied before Knives, nude and vulnerable. Something that made Knives never want to stop touching…never stop feeling…
“Vash…so beautiful…” This and many other whispers broken into millions of pieces among the melancholy of this mind that the lust had set upon his senses.
He got up, leaving Vash’s body among the cold, his skin tightening against the loss of heat. Slowly, he undressed himself as Vash watched new exposed skin glisten in the pale light of the heavens…refining every groove…every indention. And after all barriers were removed, teal eyes glistened with a light of fear. He had dreamed of such acts. But this…. So much more intense than any thought or dream... So much different.
Knives knelt above his brother. Hands lightly sweeping over skin, teasing flesh with light touches. A slow descent to the area which craved attention. He felt as if he was slowly being tortured…a slow sinking death… As hands approached the destination, something happened, he wasn’t ready for.
A hot silken tongue slid firmly up erect flesh causing him to sob loudly and grab fistfuls of faded blonde hair as a gentle onslaught upon the most sensitive of his body was being teased.
Thick tears ran down his cheeks and gentle sobs escaped a trembling throat. He looked into nothing, salt continuing to fall from eyes clouded and blind with the immense pleasure he felt his brother give him in roaring gales every time that hot tongue massaged him. His vision going white as he felt himself enter a wet hot mouth firmly suck tender flesh…every emotion and feeling numb, as his body was given nothing but pure pleasure. The sensation of something that begins to fill every part of you deep inside…something he longed to break; to over flow and be shattered…
Hips rocking, neck and back arced so far back that one would fear it coming close to breaking point, the night was filled with sounds of frustration and need from Vash’s trembling throat. Nothing seemed to register…. Only that hot mouth, and that slick tongue embraced and entwined upon his endowment, which leaked cloudy beads of liquid, seemed remotely real.
Everything drifted slowly back as he felt the mouth slip slowly way, leaving him shaking, eyes glazed with utter passion and lust. He searched slowly and clumsily, looking for the heat he had felt which slowly began to retreat, making small pleas for the touch he sought.
Knives merely smiled at the spectacle as he gazed at his evident arousal against the tight white fabric of the suit he wore. So he stripped quickly, laughing slightly when he felt two hands, shaking within a lustful daze, attempting to help remove his clothing. Soon the task completed, Knives sat before Vash, nude…skin flushed a pastel pink due to his aroused state. He grinned, and Vash hesitantly touched his stomach, exploring the expanse of flesh, feeling the muscles underneath tighten and relax with each breath. He sighed; lying down and letting his brother’s hesitant hands explore his body.
This is what he had wanted…finally…he had gotten what he wished for. He smiled lightly, as he noticed the hand moving slowly lower. He bit his lip, worried the mere act of the blonde touching him would cause ejaculate to flood from his depths…never so aroused…
He gasped when hands entangled in curly golden hair; his face distorting with pleasure as fingertips brushed lightly against sensitive skin that strained painfully at the mere light touches Vash administered. He opened his mouth to cry out, but nothing would come forth but a rusty moan from the bottom of his throat. And timidly, the sunny blonde’s palm ran up Knives’ length, causing glacier eyes to shoot open and his body to spring up, a quivering fist grasping Vash’s soft hand. Sweat ran down a flushed face as he looked at Vash’s features, now full of confusion and sympathy.
“Did I do something wrong…?” He asked sheepishly, his eyes full of concern and shame. Knives’, still panting, smirked weakly.
“No…” He whispered, gasping and shaking lightly, eyes staring into nothing. “You didn’t do anything wrong…” He lead Vash’s hand to his erection and allowed him to stroke it gently. “ It…shocked me…that’s all…” He moaned out, lying back down, absorbing the state of ecstasy he currently existed in. He wanted more, he thought…he wanted to feel Vash’s heart beat as moans and cries were whimpered in his ears. This way, It would not be the same…. This way…he would not lose control...
He sat up again, shakily, Vash’s strokes coming to a halt at the change of position. Knives grunted lightly, hand rapping around Vash’s forcing it harder on himself, then releasing when he felt his brother had the pace he desired. Vash stared at Knives as he moaned and gasped for air which, for the moment, seemed to leave his lungs as soon as it was greedily pulled in.
He felt his orgasm coming closer, and prepared for what he had in mind.
A heavy orgasm, a light blindness of specks of white and gray before his eyes, and it was over. It was a small wonder how any of his semen was caught on his trembling, yet cupped hand. He sighed with satisfaction and looked at Vash who blushed and stared through the entire scene…the vision of his body tensing and releasing it’s self still replaying in his mind.
Vash woke from his thoughts when a warm hand spread hot white fluid onto his throbbing member that had already begun to ache due to the lack of attention. He groaned and lied down, letting himself be coated with the thick substance.
“Vash…”whispered Knives, now on top of the smaller man, tongue tracing his ear as he spoke. “I want you inside of me…”
The only thing he could do in reply was murmur and nod his head with recession, lust clouding over his eyes and mind once again.
He poured his essence into Vash’s hand, and lied upon his stomach, the dirt, scratching his skin lightly as he waited. Soon, fingers, thick with Knives’ seed came in contact with the soft flesh of his backside, causing him to moan and clutch the soil, half with anticipation, the other with fear. To allow himself to be touched was one thing, but this…to be totally helpless and vulnerable before another man again frightened him. He desperately began to wonder if now he had gone to far…if now he should run away like last time…no…he told himself, swallowing a bead of fear as a slick finger found it’s way to a tight pink opening and pushed against it, searching for entry.
He sobbed quietly, feeling Vash’s fingers slide the slick moisture within him. Tears he could no longer hide dripping absently into the dry earth. Another finger entering, his body was tensing against such an obtrusion forced it’s way gently in. He wept a little harder, forcing himself to calm against the intrusion. Nothing left…. No more barriers…this is what he wanted, and this is what he was going to receive.
Soon, after muscles loosened, and Knives breathing returned to a normal pace, Vash put the tip of his glistening erection against the taunt opening, and gently pushed the head against his entrance, inflicting a spark of ecstasy to shoot through his pale, quaking form. Knives gripped the soil a little harder, whispering to himself of things to calm him as he felt Vash slowly go further in.
Soon, buried, within the depths of his brother, Vash moaned lightly. The tightness was unbearable and all of the muscles surrounding his erection acted as if they tried to draw him inside, deeper with in. Hands nearly much unstable to support his body, he rubbed Knives hips and thighs, almost growing impatient with waiting for his lover to calm and become a custom to the feeling of being open to him.
But Knives’ azure eyes told a story of a conflict that tore at his mind. So many terrible memories in his mind…. So many visions of Steve…he knew it wasn’t going to be like that, but the images still wouldn’t leave his fragile mind.
Soon he felt, Vash’s hips rocking slightly, noting the impatience with the frustration he felt. He swallowed and began to rack against his hips, pain, slowly subsiding to something so much more…
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Thrust after hungry trust, Vash, forced, filling very ounce of the man he dominated, trying so hard to go deeper inside the tight heat. Grabbing, his hips, grinding and forcing. Such sweet ecstasy, such wholesome and complete pleasure. Among both forms, Knives began to massage his own flesh, the same rhythm his brother forced in and out of him. Never had he been so complete…never had he been in such bliss… and all had subsided with one final wave of pleasure soaking his hand, an a shout of rapture from the man above and they fell into a heap, like two marionettes, their strings suddenly cut.
Slowly, gaining senses and bearing, the two got free of one another and lied down, breathing attempting to regulate and bodies slowly cooling. And slowly, Vash’s arms wrapped around Knives body and fell quietly into a slumber, his breath colliding gently against Knives’ forehead. Lying his head under his chin, Knives slowly began to weep.
No longer scared
Of what tomorrow might bring.
No longer frightened
Of the images in my mind.
It took so long, but I’ve finally found,
A place where I am safe…
Eden…
Author’s notes: DAMN!!!! THIS FRIGGIN CHAPTER TOOK THE LONGEST OF ALL TO WRITE!!! DAMN YOU NIGHT SCHOOL!!!! Ahem…. wasn’t that sweet….? A sickly sweet which, rots your teeth and makes you fat? Well not to worry, we is getting’ cold turkey and vegetables in the next and final chapter of A Different Shade of Black…Knives’ is tormented further and gets his mind all messed up and stuff. Fun fun fun! Ah, look forward to a short fic which is coming fairly soon, called Indigo. If you thought DSB was dark, you haven’t seen anything yet! MUH HA HA HA HA-*cough, gag*- ha ha hA HA HAHA !!!!
Next chapter:
Part V: Silver sibling
All alone…
Just you and I…
Even with company,
We can grow slightly more senile…
Sometimes to kill,
Is the noblest of acts…