Majin to Tenshi (Demons and Angels)
By Seishuku
Skuld (skuld@joymail.com) and KingSpider
(kingspider2001@hotmail.com)
Series: Trigun
Pairing: Nicholas D.
Wolfwood x Vash the Stampede
Warnings: YAOI, Lemon, little bits of angst
and sap, possible SPOILERS! If you haven't seen at least up to ep. 18, don't
read this fic!
Authors’ Notes: This is rather loosely based of the events
of ep.18, that's where Vash poses as Eriks (or Alex, depending on your
translation) and tries to start life anew. ^_^ Ah, wonderful exchange between
him and Wolfwood there. I took a couple of liberties with some of the details
and the dialogue, so it's not exactly copied from the episode.
The fic is
switching between 1st and 2nd person POV with Wolfwood and Vash. ^_^
This
is also the second “publication” of this fic. For those who saw me post on Yaoi
no Hentais, this is a massive re-edit that I did with my friend, KingSpider.
This is his first venture in yaoi lemon! Yay! Another man out of the yaoi closet
(he still thinks he’s straight…yeah…). ^_^ **clap clap clap** Hope you guys
enjoy the “updated” version. ^_^
Disclaimer: Trigun doesn't belong to me.
^_^;; Vash and Wolfwood belong to each other (awww…kawaii), I'm just borrowing
them for my own perverse writing pleasure. **evil grin**
Thanks to:
Destra for her encouragement. ^_^ Hee hee.
Any feedback, comments,
suggestions, flames, gripes, groans and moans, pledges of undying love or civil
service, and donations go to Skuld-chan. ^_^
Last but not least, this fic
is dedicated to Destra who has given me so much wonderful inspiration~! YAY! ^_^
She rules! ^_^
Majin to Tenshi
I know he's awake. He's listening, he’s always
listening; though he's good at keeping still. I look at his peaceful face and
grin knowingly. He's pretending to sleep, his eyes are closed and his soft lips
are slightly open, chest gently rising and falling with each regular breath. My
heart quickens at the sight of his flowing golden hair as it catches on the
harsh stubble of his face.
I chuckle lightly, who does he think he’s
fooling? He hasn’t changed a bit. I punch him lightly on the cheek, "How long
you gonna sleep?"
The attending doctor is instantly alarmed, "What're you
doing to my patient?" The doctor pulls me back, probably thinking I meant some
kind of harm.
He opens his eyes, and they sparkle with sunlight. The
doctor releases me, and tries to say something. "Sorry doc," he interrupts,
"could you leave the room for a little while?"
The doctor frowns at this,
then turns towards me. "Don't let him strain himself," he warns, shaking a
cautionary finger. There's the implied, "or else" tied into that statement, but
I only keep grinning my customary grin. Strain him? If the doctor only
knew…
The doctor leaves and we gaze into each other’s eyes. His pale
green eyes stare at me from beneath the sheets, intense with steely recognition.
The thin sheets and longer hair do little to disguise the hard lines of his
body, he whom I know so well.
“Hisashiburi da na, Vash the
Stampede.”
---
Sou yo Wolfwood, it has been a long time. Too long
that I’ve missed you and yet not long enough as I’ve been dreading this moment
from the very beginning. Here, in this new life I have found, you come to remind
me of my past. You lean against my bed and try to casually light a cigarette,
but you are breathing heavily. I can see the tension in the lithe build of your
body; it’s the same tension that I feel.
But I say nothing. I force my
eyes away, willing my mind to melt into oblivion. I was supposed to have left
you behind. I wanted us to live our separate lives, to keep you safe. I thought
that you’d understand, that you’d move on. And yet here you are, demanding an
answer … or at least, demanding something of me.
Why is it always me,
Wolfwood? I take my eyes of the wall I've been staring at, and train them on you
coolly smoking at my side. I study you carefully, every detail I've come to know
so well, your face with its typical impish grin, your firm mouth gripping a
cigarette. Suddenly I find myself wanting something I tried to forget for
months. I plead silently; don't let me drag you into this Nicholas, I don’t want
to lose you too.
---
'No need for words between us, eh, Vash?' I
muse to myself, observing him from the corner of my eyes as I concentrate on
keeping myself relaxed. His body is far too stiff I see, he's waiting for
something. But I'm not going to say anything either, because we each know what
the other is thinking.
I sit down on the foot of his bed and meet his
searching eyes. What pain do you hide, Vash the Stampede? He shared them with me
once, in that short time when we were together before we split and went our own
separate ways again. Sou, a short time indeed. Vash, I should never have left
you the first time.
---
”I wish he would stop staring at me like
that”, I think as I avert my eyes. His gaze pierces me to the core as if he knew
what kind of turmoil I'm in. I pushed him away once, but it took nearly all my
strength and resolve to do so. Now he’s here again, and I'm afraid…
I sit
up in bed, I'm going to confront him and tell him to leave, to leave me alone. I
like living here, it's a peaceful, uneventful and quiet life. I'm sick of the
way things were. I'm sick of it all, the pain, the death. And there's no way I'm
going to get dragged back into it. I can't face it anymore.
My resolve
melts as I meet your eyes again. You look at me with a look of quiet comfort on
your face, the same one I saw when I first felt your arms so many months ago. It
is a look of the understanding, compassion, and love I never felt until I met
you. The more I think about that, about the loneliness all these years, the more
I find myself leaning towards you, the more I need you.
I fall forwards
into you and you wrap those long arms about me, clasping them behind my back and
holding me close to you. For long moments I sit there with my eyes closed, mute
tears making their slow paths down my cheeks. You don’t say a word. You don’t
have to. All you have to do is sit there and let me bury my loneliness in your
embrace.
---
Ah Vash, you are quick to be serious and yet you so
easily collapse. I listen to your ragged breathing as I hold you close, wanting
desperately to murmur words of encouragement I know you don't want to
hear.
Why do you cry, Vash? Is it because of the promise you made, the
one you struggle with each day? Is it because of the burden that's been placed
on you? Or is it because you are afraid of who you are?
You should have
known long ago, Vash, that you couldn't keep me shut out of your life. But I
will sit here with you until your sobs cease and your tears run dry; then I will
try to comfort you in the best way I know how.
---
All too often
my tears are too quick to dry, and each time I am left feeling empty. As my
breathing slows and I push down the lump in my throat, I slacken my grip on his
shirt, intending to lie back down in bed and sleep.
It appears Wolfwood
has other plans, however: as I relax he bends over my shoulder and begins
nuzzling my neck. His warm breath sends a shock coursing through my body. I
gasp, then give in and wrap my own arms about his waist.
This is what
I've missed for long months, the one missing piece to my perfect life here. With
one touch you shatter all my resolves. We are both men of action; I know you
came to fetch me and return me to my journey. I think to myself that at least,
before it all begins again, I want another night with you.
---
As
I dip my head further into the strands of his golden hair I feel his need
whimpering to the surface. I feel the loneliness of this man who is feared by so
many, this Humanoid Typhoon, whose tears I gently kiss away.
I sigh with
pleasure as my tongue traces the edges of Vash's familiar scars. He has too many
to count, covering all his body, but that's what makes him so beautiful. Each
scar speaks of his pain, his courage, and his endless love. I run my tongue over
each and every one around his neck and shoulders, down his chest and sides, then
back up to his trembling face. Vash the Stampede, the legendary gunman, grunts
with pleasure at my caress.
I have a feeling he's missed this as much as
I, though I know he would never admit it. I look up from my handiwork for a
moment, to tilt up Vash's chin and stroke his cheek. He's so beautiful, I want
to tell him that, but I think he already knows. We don't waste words on each
other. I cup his left cheek in my hand, my fingers feeling the scratchy stubble
of the days he's gone unshaven, feeling the softness beneath that stubble. Still
beautiful.
---
I adore the way he looks at me, at my so-called
empty smile. He caresses my cheek gently, thumbing my mole and running gentle
fingers along my chin. “What does he see when he looks at me?” I wonder. That
thought quickly vanishes from my mind as he lowers his head and I close my
eyes.
My heart beats faster as I hear him take a small breath. His lips
brush mine, tongue gently probing for entrance. I moan, then catch my breath as
I remember where we are. Anyone could walk in on us. What if the doctor…? I try
to pull away from Wolfwood but he holds me firmly.
He looks me straight
in the eye, as if trying to calm me, to reassure me. I feel him place his warm
forehead against mine, hear him sigh gently. His hands wander from my face and I
feel a sudden touch of cold metal against my back. The cold makes me gasp, and I
arch up right into his waiting mouth.
---
For several moments we
hold that kiss, lost in our blind need of the moment. I pull the gun away as
soon as I feel him relax again, and I place it between us.
He touches the
gun gently with a look of apprehension on his face; this, the gun from his past.
He traces its familiar form gently with his fingers. He holds the chill metal to
his cheek, drinking in the familiar dry smell of gunpowder and smoke.
I
quietly watch him remember; then I gently free it from his hands. “You’ll need
that; but not tonight.” He looks into my eyes and lets it drop to the wooden
floor with a clatter. Freed of his burden, Vash wraps his arms around my neck
and pulls me down to the bed with him.
---
I relish the feel of
Wolfwood's lean body over mine. Our chests heave in tandem. Hands caressing,
tongues sparring, our bodies rise to life as the blood rushes from our heads and
down to more pleasurable areas.
I place my hands on Wolfwood's chest,
feeling it rise and fall rhythmically before I begin twisting at the buttons of
his shirt, nearly ripping the buttons off in my frenzy. I finally triumph and
run my fingers along the smooth chest that is Nicholas D. Wolfwood. The shirt
barely has time to flutter to ground before I attack his flesh with my need,
loving his darker complexion in contrast to my own paleness. I flick my tongue
over a nipple and tease another with my hand. He croons in a low voice, like an
engine being revved to life, as his arousal presses insistently against
mine.
---
Somewhere in between our exchange, the sheet covering
his nakedness fell to the floor, lost amongst the other worries, and now there's
nothing keeping us apart. There is just the two of us, clinging to each other,
grasping desperate moments of happiness before getting thrown back into the
whirlwind.
He's surprisingly aggressive for one normally so shy, having
already moved from my nipples to urgent lower parts of my anatomy. He pushes me
down onto the bed with him, his hand grasps my shaft and pumps in time with his
breathing. Then he gets up, straddles my legs, and lowers his head to flick his
tongue over the tip of my cock. He does this to tease me of course, probably to
remind us both of the pain we've gone through all these lonely months. Ah, so he
did miss it as much as I thought he did. I grin a little before I dissolve into
a moan as Vash takes my head into his mouth and sucks gently.
I lose
track of how long I spend prostrate on the bed, sweat covering my body, gripping
the sheets while Vash bobs his head up and down, swallowing me, licking me, and
humming to himself all the time. He hums as if a child, oblivious to the
pleasures wracking my body. The pure vibrations of his every note draw me taut
with need.
Finally my frustration can take it no longer and I lift his
head away with a grunt.
---
I'm surprised he pulls away, just when
I thought him on the verge of coming. He sits up slowly, still fully erect,
still glistening with the wetness of my lips. Nicholas smiles playfully and
closes in as if for a kiss. But I find myself tricked from my dominant position
as he pushes me below him. Perhaps this is how I wanted it, I think, as I offer
no resistance and fall back into the bed.
He pins my arms to my sides as
he ravishes my chest, tongue tracing along my crimson scars, branding each touch
deep into my memory. I whimper as his mouth approaches my need but swerves aside
to lick at the insides of my thigh instead. I thrust my hips by instinct, trying
to get my cock somewhere moist, wet and pleasurable. He ignores my urgent
thrusting with a mischievous glint in his eye. It’s going to be a very long
day.
He reaches over my head to grope at the table next to the bed, where
he must have spied a promising bottle. He grunts his triumph as his hand closes
over the tiny glass thing, and I quietly whimper in anticipation. He pours some
of the creamy stuff onto his fingers and vigorously probes at my entrance. I
shudder at the cold gel come into contact with my opening, and once again as
Wolfwood pushes his finger through the constricting ring of muscle. I can’t help
but close my eyes as pure pleasure overwhelms me and a low moan escapes my
lips.
I shiver when he draws his finger back, the emptiness I feel makes
me wonder how I spent these months without him, makes me wonder why we left each
other in the first place, but before I go on he plunges me back into ecstasy,
spreading me for his large shaft with his fingers. I moan again as he finally
finishes preparing me and teases me with his arousal by rubbing it by my
entrance.
I beg him incoherently with strangled gasps and thrusts. I make
silent pleas that I’ll never leave him again, no matter our differences, come
heaven or high hell, before he finally answers my need by slowly filling
me.
I writhe in pain and bliss as he enters me. His cock caresses me
inside and makes me whole, obliterating in seconds the emptiness and despair of
over 120 years. I gasp as he hits a particularly sweet spot, my whole body
reverberating with the impact. I open my eyes long enough to see his question,
“Are you ready?” I nod, hai I'm ready Nicholas, I always am, I always will
be.
With that, he withdraws and I brace myself. My breath catches as I
feel him rearing back. Then, with a mighty heave, he pounds into me again. The
shock pierces my being like the sudden roar of a gunshot. He plunges deep into
me and I quiver as wave after wave of sensual pleasure sweeps my body. The world
shrinks to a small sphere containing just me, Wolfwood, and our moment of
happiness.
---
I thrust repeatedly into you Vash. I hear you moan
and gasp at our lovemaking. I feel your scarred but firm body quiver and
tremble. We rise to new heights, urging each other on, and I grunt in unison
with you. Each time I hit your sweet spot, your passage closes around my shaft,
gripping it like a vise. I throw my head back as sweat rolls down my body,
making us both damp and slippery. Our bodies beat against each other over and
over in a primal dance of passion.
Vash, you're mine, no matter how much
you’ve tried to escape, you knew I'd always come back for you. Those are my last
coherent thoughts before my mind dissolves in a passionate haze as I plunge
again into the heady velvety wetness that is the so-called Humanoid Typhoon. My
hand reaches down to your neglected cock and begins to pump it rhythmically. Our
gasps become louder and more urgent.
We're both panting with chests
heaving and bodies writhing in the throes of lust. You come first, screaming my
name with a strangled gasp, covering us both with your seed. Your passage closes
just as I thrust, the exquisite pressure enveloping my cock sends me over the
edge as well, and I spill my passion into you.
Finally we collapse
together as our breathing slows and our erections soften. I smile, and you look
at me with that sleepy, exhausted, lop-sided grin that always melts my
heart.
"Aishiteru, Vash." I murmur as I wrap my arms about your pale
body.
"Aishiteru, Nicholas," you whisper back, as you bury your face in
the crook of my neck and close your eyes. I feel your muscles relax and your
breathing turn regular as you drift into sleep with a small smile on your
lips.
I lay there for a while and revel in this closeness. A blonde
strand of hair flutters softly under your peaceful breath. "I'm glad I found you
again, Tongari," I say quietly, “Don’t you dare ever leave me like that again.”
I look down for an answer, searching for some confirmation in your face. Only
you continue sleeping, with a gentle smile that says all is well. I smile in
return, sou ne, indeed it is.
~*~*~* owari ~*~*~*~
