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
Date: Fall 2001
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, and different from the YnH post. ^_^ Hope you guys enjoy this
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! ^_^
---
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 ~*~*~*~