Title: Broken coins.
Author: The Faceless Evil
E-mail addresss: TheFacelessEvil@AOL.com
Website: http://committed.to/thefacelessevil/
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, twincest, Angst
Show/Video Game: Trigun
Couple: Legato + Knives/Vash
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Thanks for creating 'em.

Author's Note: Agh, I had to write Legato. Oh well, I find
myself growing fonder of the psychotic blue boy, but not
really during this stage of his life. This is a rather obsessive
tale on both his and Knives' part. Enjoy!

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Legato, once again, was restless. His nights were becoming
routine; Go to bed, toss and turn until his mind wandered to 
thoughts of his Master. He would stare at his left hand as if
it were a demon.

'You please him more then I.' He would muse bitterly, 'He desires
you, and ignores me. I am devoted to him, you are not, you do 
not deserve him, Vash the Stampede.'

He tried so hard to bring his Master happiness, to no avail. He 
was too obsessed with his outlaw brother to even think of the
blue/purple haired "replacement."

Yellow eyes fixated on the darkness in his small room, as he pictured
his Master in his mind. So beautiful, so perfect, eyes like blue ice,
hair like the finest sunkissed ivory. How he longed to touch those
strands, or taste the pureness of that flawless skin.

'Does he taste like you? Or have Humans tainted your flavor?'

He brought that hand to his lips, slowly lapping his long, damp tongue
against the warm digits. Pretending as though it was his Master's, he 
sucked and nibbled those fingers until shivers ran down his spine.

"Oh, Master..." His voice, soft and filled with lust, "I could pleasure
you forever."

He felt a familiar stirring in his loins, and a whimper escaped his lips.

"Everything I am, is yours. Have I not yet proved myself?"

His hand slid down his bare chest in a sultry manner, leaving a trail of 
moisture in it's path. It stopped at his white, drawstring pants, and 
pressed against the bulge protruding there. His moan broke the cold silence,
legs spreading wide. 

"Do I not bring you joy?"

He squeezed violently against his aching organ, and tears filled his eyes. He
knew the answer was 'no.'

"Why?! Why?!"

He cried into the night, his question answered by a memory of Knives' voice.

'You are Human.'

It felt like a slap in the face, and tears spilled down his pale cheers.

"I..It's not fair."

This rejection only fueled his hand to tighten, and massage against his need.
His back arched, pleasure, sorrow, and desire coursing through his body.

"It's him, isn't it?! Y.. You would overlook my failure as a being, if he
didn't distract you."

Those eerie eyes flashed up to the ceiling, the image of Vash the Stampede 
floating in his mind. It was slashed in half by his mental claws, as 
sharp nails raked across his bare abdomen, deep enough to for crimson
blood to peek to the surface. He pressed his fingers against those marks,
barely effected by the pain, and lifted bloody digits to his mouth. His
tongue leisurely licked clean the copper flavor, purring in his own
psychotic delight.

"I want to twist your body in the middle, make you beg to have it stop. I
want to scratch at your perfect face, and taste that hot blood. I love to
see your face scrunched in panic and sorrow, every time I torture you with
death. If only he would let me.. if only he would let me destroy you."

He looked down, to notice that his other hand was vigorously pulling at
the arousal below the loose material. The shock of the sudden pleasure
hit his mind, and he nearly screamed.

"I.. I can't take this!"

Abruptly, he shot from his bed to the cold wooden floor.

"If I can't destroy you, I can bring Him joy. I must!"

Determined and frustrated, he stormed from his room. Blindly ignoring any
obstacle in his path to reach his destination. Once outside of that door,
he paused in silent worship.

"I will not disturb your rest, my Master. I promise."

Upon entering the lavish room, he knew exactly what he would do.

Laying in the dim moonlight, underneath a blue silk sheet, was his Master.
He was not sleeping well, this was very obvious. His long, naked limbs were
tangled in the sheet, and his lithe body glistened with sweat.

More nightmares, Legato knew it well, how his Master would get so upset from
them. Even take them out on him.

'I HATE you, I HATE you bring suffering to my beloved brother! Did
you see his face when they were all dead?! DID YOU FEEL HIS PAIN?! Why
can't he see!? Why can't he just be with me?! WHY IS HE FORCING ME TO
DO THIS?!'

Master's voice rung in his ears, remembering that time when Knives
broke down into tears while pounding fists against his chest. Those bruises
had yet to fade on his pale torso, and he knew well that his Master wasn't
screaming at him.. he was screaming at himself.

He brought himself to the bedside, and knelt beside it.

'I know you would punish me for being so intrusive, but I am his 
replacement. Therefore it is my duty to bring you happiness.'

He gingerly rose his left hand, and with the most delicate of touches, set
them on his Master's forehead. From that, his psychic connection was 
increased, giving him the ability to sink into those nightmares, without
awakening Knives.

* * *

What lay beyond the cold Mask his Master wore, was a jumble of childlike 
emotions, confusion, sorrow, anger, and jealousy. He found himself surrounded
by the screams of these emotions, and brief visions of past long gone. In
the middle of them, sat Knives. Hair in beautiful long pools, and feathery wings,
the color of pure snow, drooped next to him. Crying in his arms, as his World 
shattered around him, his weak voice echoing against the sub conscious walls.

"V-Vash... why did you.. abandon m-me?"

Legato felt his stomach twist with grief. How could Vash the Stampede
walk away from that? His Master refused to see Vash for the monster he
truly was, because it brought him too much pain. This pain must be 
eased, at least for now. He stepped forward, knelt in front of the
sobbing Plant, wrapped his bare arms around him, and spoke with the enemy's
soothing voice.

"Brother.."

When Knives looked up, his breathing stopped. It was Vash, how he always
long to see him. Tear soaked hands reached out, to run through the long, 
wild, straw colored strands. They trailed to the soft, plumed wings, and 
broke into an absolutely thrilled smile when his brother shivered in
response.

"V-Vash.. Vashu.. you've come back to me."

'Vash' returned that intimate touch, by cupping Knives' face, and gazing
with his own deep turquoise orbs. 

"I could never leave you forever. I'm in agony whenever we're apart."

Knives' tears wavered, and he drew his hands back, to return that 
touch to Vash's face.

"Vashu.. Vashu.."

Name whispered, in such adoration. He leaned forward to press his lips
to those he hadn't tasted in over a hundred years. The hunger that
it caused soon caught them both in a tangled, steamy embrace, as if
they were starving to death. Tongues meshing, and exploring each 
other's mouths, to try and remember each detail and flavor.

Groans rose from Vash's mouth, when Knives' strong hands slipped down,
and began to fondle his naked rear. He lowered himself to the floor, 
stretching his long wings out to lay on them, then spreading his legs to 
fit Knives between them. Lithe bodies pressed together as tight as they 
could be, mingling sweat and tears in a beautiful bond.

Knives sucked against that sweet tongue while he pulled his head back, 
listening to his brother's lovely moans. Ice blues followed the trail
of his own digits, as they caressed down his finger neck, to his chest,
and then it was Knives' turn to gasp. 

The scars were gone. What humanity has tainted his brother with were
missing, leaving only pure flesh. He purred happily, and lowered his
form to press his heated lips against that skin. The once missing
nipples were there, so he sucked and nibbled one with reckless abandon.
Vash's entire body tensed and shook from the intense sensations, yelping
out his love's name with inflamed passion.

"K-Knives! Oh.. p-please take me. Make me forever yours."

That brought a grin to the platinum blonde's lips, he rose his head
and trailed his tongue along his brother's soft tiers. Brushing his soft
wings down the length of his body, while speaking seductive words.

"Patience. We have all the time in the World, my love. I'll never let you
go. Not tonight, not ever."

With that, he slid his entire body down, leaving only warm breath and
the touch of feathers in his wake. He stopped at Vash's feet, and chuckled
at the confused expression he got.

"I want to remember you. Everywhere."

He grasped the slender foot in both hands, and lifted it to his mouth.
With delicate skill, he sucked at the tip of the biggest toe, and 
nibbled until his brother squealed and face flushed.

"N-Nee! T-That tickles!"

A clever grin spread across his face.

"You're blushing."

Those pale, teal orbs fell half way closed, and a coo escaped in response.

"Well, I didn't say it felt bad."

Knives laughed. A sound that resembled a child's, pure innocent joy.
It had been too long since he had last laughed like that.

He trailed his mouth along that foot, to an ankle, where he continued
the same process of sucking and nibbling. He did this up Vash's leg, 
until he had his head nestled in between the pair of spread, creamy
thighs. He licked at the flesh just between the inner thigh, and the
straining arousal, an ultimate tease.

Vash has his hand over his mouth, biting against his fingers, while
smothering his wild pleads.

"K-Knives!"
"Almost..."

Lifting his head, he shook back his mane of light buttercup hair, and
lapped his warm tongue onto a pool of pre-ejaculate that had gathered
just above his brother's sparse public hair line. With the bitter 
liquid still in his mouth, he lifted those slender hips just enough
to slip his coated tongue into the tight opening. 

The other blonde trembled as he felt the warm moisture against his 
most vulnerable area, being used as a make shift lubricant. 

"P-Please..."
"Yes, now I will."

He parted his legs as far as they could go, as his beloved Angel 
knelt in between them. He stretched his arms above himself, digging
digits into his soft feathers, as he felt the sizable erection begin
to penetrate. His mouth dropped open, and he let out cracked gasps
of air out, as inch by inch, his brother buried himself completely
inside of him.

The sensation was incredible for both of them. Knives' wings were
stretched out behind him, and back arched while his hips stayed locked
forward. Pain was not an issue to be worried about in his dream world,
so without asking, he began the sensual roll of his body against Vash.
Bringing himself deeper in, and stretching his warm insides with each
pass.

The reaction his twin gave out were shaky, breathless groans, and 
overwhelmed quavering of his entire body. He threw his arms up
to wrap around Knives' neck, and pull himself closer. Wrapping his
long legs around his waist, he began to rock back against those motions,
a feeling so pleasurable that tears filled in his eyes.

"Vashu..."
"K-Knives..."

The dominate brother encased his wings around his beloved other
half. Leaning down to lick at the tears that had spilled over onto the
pale cheeks. 

"Mine. Forever."

Simple words that led them to a more impassioned pace of love making.
Long digits entwined around the exposed arousal of his brother, massaging
inward with gentle twists to bring loud exclamations from those heavenly
lips. He watched as that flat stomach was creased and then relaxed with
each thrust, and the way his torso would produce flecks of sweat from
the heat and intensity. There seemed to be a particular spot inside of Vash, 
that whenever his erection would hit against it, would cause him to scream
out Knives' name. He tried to reach it as often as possible, just so he 
could revel in the sound of that beautiful voice worshiping him.

So enwrapped in his own observations, that he hardly noticed his own
noises and habits. His hands seemed to be working involuntary, to explore
the dampened flesh, drinking in what he hadn't felt in decades. His body 
and mind craved Vash's, there was no denying that. The years without him 
had been nothing but torture and starvation. He expressed this through
whispers of his brother's name, while licking at his soft lips.

"I love you, Vashu.. never leave me again.. please."

Vash had no time to reply before his body was completely overtaken
with the intense feelings, convulsing, and releasing a cry out of 
his brother's name. Knives had no time to think or watch in this, as
his own body followed suit, and they were joined in a mutual climax.

* * *

It ended too soon, and Legato 'awoke' from the visage. His knees sore, 
body shaking, and the front of his pants were sticky to the touch. Physically 
satisfied, but feeling quite empty on the inside. He couldn't keep his psychic
hold during that intense ending, and lost all contact. His insides ached that
he couldn't have lingered in his Master's strong arms for just a few minutes. Also 
another fact that nearly drew him to tears, that it wasn't him that Knives was 
desiring, it was still Vash, and only Vash.

His gaze rested on his Master, slumbering peacefully now. Something
he'd never seen before, and it was such a beautiful sight to behold.
The ache grew he knew he couldn't stay any longer, and weakly
rose to his feet. After walking out the door, he looked back, and
bowed his head respectfully.

'Eternal suffering for Vash the Stampede, until he is once again with
you. Oh, but Master, you do not deserve the same torment as he.'

Then the door was quietly closed.

* * *

Knives awoke in a state of confusion. His ice blue eyes scanned
across the room, as if it were some place unfamiliar. Reaching up,
he touched at his short cropped hair, and fumbled across the sheets
to where his wings might've been. He stared at the wrinkled sheets,
especially at the empty spot next to him.

"V-Vashu? Vashu.. .. VASHU!"

He screamed in agony and dismay, burying his face into his arms,
sobbing like a lost child until the rays of the suns once again disappeared
over the horizon.

~ The End...

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Ending Author's note: I didn't like how the anime protrayed Knives. They
gave him the personality of a psychopath who looked as though he could
kill Vash, where in the manga he clearly couldn't. The title signifies the
attachment Vash and Knives have with each other, they are two sides
of the same coin. Both of them, obviously broken at the moment, but the
story focused more on Knives' feelings, considering that the real Vash
wasn't even there. I hate writing cliche things like, "take me!" but it seemed
like something Legato would say during something inflamed. After all, 
it was just a dream, and dreams can get corny at times. Does Legato do 
this again? He might. Though the pain for him in knowing that he'd have
to be Vash everytime, might be overwhelming enough that he'd never
do it again.