By Ann V

 

Disclaimer: Let’s just say if I owned Trigun the rating would be ALOT higher than PG-13.

 

Warnings: Written Pornography. Interspecies porno no less. OOC, Knives is on drugs, my friend, Legato is perfectly all-right, just very male.

 

 

Part 5: Doing another Species has its benefits

 

 

Hi. I know you all want to just get to the fucking, but I don’t want to get in trouble for this. Hopefully by this time anyone who would report me is gone because of that wonderful kiss shared between two wonderful villains yesterday. If not well then fuck you. Also: This is the first lemon I’ve written. I’m a bit of a prude even if I’ve had my share of experiences. Mmmm... I think I’ll just write the sex already. Also, keep in mind that this is humor.

 

Shortly after his call of victory, Legato Bluesummers slipped immediately back to his master’s lair. He had a very coy grin on. Knives, who was sort of lying suggestively on the floor, had one very much like it... but a tad more... blindly horny? Legato soon found himself fully pressed to a door. It was a very nice door really. Smooth, a little cool, and all in all a very pleasant door; also he was being pinned to it by the only guy who could pin a sober Legato to a door and survive. This made it a perfect, perfect door.

 

Legato had never felt so happy/fulfilled/hot in his entire existence on that little dustball he called home. There was one warm arm wrapped around his waist and one hand holding his head at a very pleasant angle into a kiss. He tired to keep his eyes open. He really really did. He’d really looked forward to appreciate the view but either Knives was just a really good kisser or he’d gotten some Spanish Fly off Knives’ tongue cause he was... overwhelmed.

 

Up until that point Legato hadn’t really moved that much. He’d been moved and made sort of subconscious movements that a body that needs to get off makes. When he finally succumbed to the flashes of color behind his eyelids he brought his own arms around Knives back. He fiddled there for a little while he was really looking for something but his hands got distracted... Knives had a really nice body and these hips and... Anyway his fingers finally found what they so sought. A zipper. He tried he really did but his endorphin-filled blood-lacking head wasn’t keeping his motor skills quite what they should be but finally after what seemed to be way too much trouble Knives’ suit was unzipped. Finally realizing this Knives pulled away from that never ending kiss that seemed to have been going for almost a half and hour. He looked at Legato’s shirt decided undoing all those buttons was too much trouble and ripped it off. Buttons went flying everywhere and Knives got that predatory evil seme grin. Legato was not virginally ignorant but at this point he had not hopes at self control and got the biggest shit eating grin he’d even had. His face probably hurt just to smile like that, but if it did he didn’t notice.

 

They made quick work of the top of Knives suit and his classy but annoyingly useless gloves. Legato couldn’t help it as he stood there with Knives’ arms around his waist bare chest to bare chest so much so that the microbes on their skin were being crushed he just couldn’t stand up on his own anymore. He put his full weight on the door and hoped that Knives could hold him up because he just couldn’t do it himself anymore. He wrapped two very beautiful denim clad legs around Millions Knives’ hips. It is really not clear exactly how Knives felt about that because his brain was totally overridden by drugs but he pulled away from their kiss again and let his hands drop from Legato’s waist to his hips and drew his tongue across Legato’s jaw line.

 

Legato really couldn’t help it. He usually kept his neck covered because it was really sensitive. Cold metal on his neck made him just shudder and the slightest brush made him jolt. When Knives started kissing his neck he just broke down. Teeth and tongue and lips at the one perfect spot under the corner of the jawbone and Legato Bluesummers screamed. Not just an “Oh My God!” scream but a full out “OH FUUUUCK! YOU ARE A SEX GAHD!” kind of scream. His nerve endings were in heaven. It was then, as his body betrayed him into movement that he knew he desperately need to get off, and get off now.

 

He down right squirmed to get Knives’ stupid suit off. His hips jerked and the jut of his hipbone drag across the side of any erection. Knives’ teeth clamped down with a shudder. There was gasping. Hot little flickers of pain and cold sparkles of pleasure shot from his neck through his spine. Finally cloth and metal and latex fell to the floor with a rewarding thunk.  The younger man leaned back to appreciate the view. He had to; it was just too perfect. The perfect color tan with just a flush of arousal. Really white blonde hair that had these perfect curls to it. He purposefully drew his hips up against Knives’ erection. He heard the sharp intake of breath and felt the muscles clench beneath his own hands. One of the hands that held him up moved around to the front. He was sure he would slip but instead he was pulled up to Knives waist.

 

“Why do you even wear these things...” Was the murmur coming from near his shoulder. Knives was having problems gathering enough focus to undo the zipper with one hand. It brought him out of the prolonged thoughtlessness. One of his hands reached down between them. He grabbed one of the latexes out of his pocket and then offered a helping hand. Knives looked up at him. He opted to bow his head and look up through his hair.

 

“But I want to do it myself.” Knives whined. Legato shrugged. A second later the zipper’s teeth gave way and snapped apart not that Legato really cared. Through some amazing work of flexibility he got those broken jeans off without having his feet touch the floor*.  Legato Bluesummers took a deep breath and willed himself to just relax. There was no preparation just swift penetration. The breath came out of him sharply and he felt his leg muscles spasm. He screamed but it was totally silent. Hot spikes shot through his legs around his hips and up his back. There was a pause and Legato could feel Knives shivering underneath his palms. Not slowly but not quickly either Knives began to draw in and out. Something inside him made him shudder and made all his muscles tense up. A stroke in and he screamed again. Shivers of heat and pleasure were shared between them at every point their bodies touched. Knives’ vision was black with brilliant blue-white flashes. There was no thought in what they did. They made a rhythm but were barely aware that they had a rhythm going. The tension in their muscles grew. Legato could feel himself overwhelmed with heat and his throat grew sore and raw.

 

Finally it happened, He couldn’t hold out any longer the friction between them that kept salty sweat and smooth hot skin running over and over on him became too much. He felt himself totally spasm for a perfect second every muscle in his body drew itself together. That all too perfect second brought Knives to that final mind-blowing moment. They both just felt it was all too much. And their bodies relaxed completely. They weren’t even aware enough to know they’d come. They both came crashing down pulled together against a now hot metal door amongst their fallen clothing. Legato descended from his euphoria slowly, his breath couldn’t enter his body fast enough and his heart beat too fast.

 

Even as he was held close and pulled closer he could feel some doubt creep into his mind. He had an urge to run and forever dismiss this as something that had never really ever happened. His mind was moving to fast.

 

“Mmm... You’re good.” Wait... yes he was sure he’d heard that. He moved his eyes because he couldn’t move his head. He couldn’t see too much through his blue bangs. But no Knives was looking at him, directly at him and smirking. Something in his brain sparked back to life. He had the distinct impression of being picked up and carried off somewhere. Then being set down on something very soft, and smooth, and cool. Silk sheets. They fucked until they just passed out.

 

 

*Yes that can be done, I’ve done it…

 

Also they did use rubbers, I just didn’t know how to write that in. So yeah, Public Service Announcement. Also I wonder how Legato lasted that long I don’t think guys can actually go for many many rounds. I don’t even know if I can... eh, I probably could. And yes I do know that was really, really bad.

 

Coming Next: SCORE!!!