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The pitch of Knives' sharp laugh rings in Legato's ears verberating off the metal walls as he’s made an example of.
"Go on, tell me what you want. Say it loud."
Legato swallows hard, burying down any drop of pride that remained inside him. His eyes dip low to gaze vacantly at the cold floor. His knees ache and so does his back from straining in the same position for hours.
Knives' had ordered him to stay in that position until he decided if he was bored of him, and Legato obediently complied. It’s his own fault he’s in this predicament, after all. He made the mistake of pleasuring himself to Knives in one of the public bathrooms. He’s not sure who ratted him out, but he has a good idea of who it could be. Legato glances at Midvalley, who’s smirking triumphantly before his attention is brought back to Knives when Knives grabs his chin brutally.
"You're going to keep me waiting?" Knives asks, the disgruntled tone in his voice doesn't go unheard.
The Gung-Ho Guns watch on, remaining silent as they watch this deplorable display. It doesn't bother Legato that they're watching - whether forced, out of curiosity, or for their own perversion it doesn’t matter because Legato knows his place amongst Knives’, and he’s become accustomed to being on display for other's pleasures at an early age.
From the large table next to him, Elendira scoffs, "Seems his devotion is wavering, Master Knives."
Legato's eyes go wide and his lips part. How dare she question his devotion to Master Knives. It's unacceptable . He has half a mind to contort her painfully, but before he can give it a second thought, the grip on his chin tightens and his attention is brought back to his savior.
"Should I disable you once again so that you have a real reason to disobey a direct order?"
"N-No, Master Knives," Legato says, steadying his voice. "I apologize for my insolence."
Knives grunts. "Then tell me, what is it you want?"
This time, Legato doesn't hesitate when he says, "Your cock," albeit, quietly.
"Louder, and in a complete sentence if you can manage that."
Legato's jaw and pants tighten, and his face feels warm. He’d never say it out loud, until ordered to, but Legato gets off to being humiliated.
"I want your cock, Master Knives,” Legato states firmly, and he can practically feel Elendira’s shit-eating grin, but Knives frowns.
"Keep going,” Knives says, “You were begging for it so desperately before as if your pathetic human life depended on having your mouth full of cock. Have you...lost your desire?"
"No," Legato blurts out.
The cold stare from Knives is piercing and sends it sends a heated shiver down his spine. "Prove it," he commands.
Maybe it's the close proximity, or maybe it's the poor lighting or even Legato's hopeful wishing, but he swears he can see the slightest bit of pink gracing Knives' cheeks.
His delusion is all he needs to continue.
Taking in a deep breath, Legato reenacts exactly how he was whining and begging for Knives to give him his cock while pleasuring himself because he has no shame left to lose.
"Please, give me your cock, Master Knives,” Legato pants, “I want your cock in my mouth, down my throat, in m-my ass – I will accept whatever you so graciously give me, so please allow me to satisfy you. I live to serve you, both physically and spiritually. You are my morning and evening star, and I live purely for you, so please, please use me in any way you see fit–”
“Enough,” Knives grits out.
Legato snaps his mouth shut. The grip Knives’ has on his chin becomes bruising but he doesn’t show an ounce of weakness, no, because Knives admires strength and devotion above all else. So Legato holds Knives’ sharp glare, not daring to look away let alone blink.
The Gung-Hos remain silent; the only sound Legato can hear is Knives’ weighted breathing.
Knives finally lets go of Legato, and Legato surprisingly finds himself slumping forward. He hadn't realized how tired he has become, or how it was Knives who was keeping him upright, but for how long? When did Legato relinquish his power and Knives take over? Legato’s always hit the floor, face first, and never has Knives once blink twice about it. To have been held in Knives’ warm and benevolent hold has Legato’s head reeling.
Legato is pulled out of his reverie by the sounds of footsteps echoing through the room and down the hall before they fade.
“Pathetic,” Elendira remarks breaking the tension in the room as she turns to mock the situation they just witnessed with the others.
Legato remains on his knees on the floor long after the Gung-Ho Guns leave. The phantom touch of Knives’ strong hold on his jaw is still pounding as if Knives’ is still standing in front of him. Legato reaches up to touch his jaw, gingerly skimming over the burning skin, and huffs a laugh.
He finally leaves when Conrads delivers the command from Knives.
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Knives rises from his seat at the organ to pace.
He can't get Legato begging in front of him out of his mind. It's one thing to hear about the pervert pleasuring himself to him, but it's quite another when it's happening right in front of him. Not that it was the actual thing, but the way Legato put on a show for him it might as well have been.
But it's not just that Legato lusts after him; he has done so since they first met. The real problem is his unrelenting dedication. It's the way Legato obeys his orders without questioning his morals, or how Legato would lay down his life for him without hesitation. Legato's refusal to question anything he's ever done or said irritates him because that is how Vash should be.
It should be Vash that’s by his side and endlessly devoted to him.
It should be Vash. It should be Vash!
Stopping in his tracks, Knives stares at the tattered wanted poster of his brother hanging on the far wall, tracing over the picture. The picture that’s used is one of Vash looking shy with a warm smile, and it’s that smile that bothers him the most. Vash allows the humans to treat him like garbage and he’s happy to accept it.
It’s a complete contrast to Legato.
Knives clenches his fists, knuckles turning white. Why is he thinking about him? Why is he comparing that trash dog to his dear brother? They’re incomparable!
Still, Knives reflects on Legato's tireless loyalty and how it could have been Vash if it weren’t for Rem . It should be Vash on his knees begging Knives to please him however he desires, not Legato.
“That should be him !” Knives shouts, striding over to the poster and extracting the blades in his knuckles, and stabs his fist into the wall directly in the center of the poster. He pulls his fist back, retracting his blades, and the crumpled paper drifts to the floor. Knives shuts his eyes before covering them with the palms of his hands as he tries to imagine Vash on his knees gazing up at him like a dog waiting for a bone, but Vash’s golden hair turns cerulean and his bright, blue eyes fade to desolate pale gold ones.
Knives looks into those eyes to see the adoration that he yearns for.
It’s not the same.
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The days go on and Knives’ nights become sleepless. Not that he needs sleep, but the break is often wanted. It’s a time where Knives can truly be alone with only his dreams of the future to amuse him. His future with Vash. And when he isn’t reminiscing about the past and yearning for the future that should have been - and that will be - Knives strays to another territory.
One that he deems too human to visit often, but when he does, he's always thinking about Vash.
Knives sits on his bed fully exposed with only the moon able to witness such a brazen act. He diligently strokes his cock to fullness, gazing down at his hand with disgust as he collects slick from the tip to run it down his shaft. It's unfortunate that it feels pleasurable solely for the sake of pleasure. Knives sighs shakily as he skims his fingers over himself. The barbs of his cock lie flat, only blooming when it's time to fertilize another, but the small muscles are sensitive still, so when Knives slips his thumb under one then two of the barbs his whole body shivers in response.
The sensation allows Knives to relax as he tenderly slides another digit under one of the spines, receiving a jerk reaction in response. He imagines it’s Vash that’s toying with him, playfully slipping his mischievous fingers under the spines while the tip of his tongue runs along the tip of his cock. It’s Vash he imagines moaning out his name, whining, “More Kni, please ,” and it’s Vash’s name Knives calls out…
Until it’s not.
“ Legato –” Immediately Knives withdraws his hand away as if his touch burns. His eyes are wide in horror as he stares down at his spread-spined cock that’s slowly closing once again as the feverish heat dissipates and Knives’ arousal is replaced with revulsion.
Did he actually say Legato’s name?
Knives emerges from his bed, not bothering to cover himself as he strides out of his chamber with heavy steps down the steel corridor. His vision is red as he rages down the hall, his blades grating the walls and leaving jagged unmistakable marks. The sound is sharp and piercing as it echoes down the corridor until Knives finally reaches his destination. He palms the scanner and the door slides open.
The room is dark save for the open blinds allowing the moon to shine through. Knives glares at the silhouette lying peacefully on the bed.
Legato .
In a fit of swelling anger, Knives advances over to the bedside and rips the covers from Legato’s body before he grabs him by the neck. Immediately Legato wakes as Knives drags him out of bed and brutally pins him to the nearest wall.
The breath is knocked out of Legato. Instinctively, Legato goes to clasp his hands around the perpetrator's arm before he realizes it’s Knives’ strong arm and stops himself when he remembers the threat that still haunts his thoughts.
Touch me again without my permission and I’ll rip your filthy human guts out.
As Legato’s blurred vision clears, he comes face to face with Knives and a pair of blades grazing his cheeks. “M-Master Knives—” Legato chokes out as Knives holds him firmly to the wall.
“What have you done to me?!” Knives yells, shoving Legato into the wall until it cracks behind him.
Again, Legato is left breathless as pain courses down his spine. What’s going on? Why is Knives in his room? Is this one of his many depraved nightmares? Legato doesn’t know anymore, all he knows is that it’s getting harder to breathe.
“Master–…!” Legato chokes out, desperately wanting to pull Knives’ hand away but doesn’t, and keeps his own hands hanging distressed at his side.
“You filthy human! Your face has infested my mind in a myriad of manners as a result of your unyielding and odious desire. You follow me blindly, carnally desire me, and despite rejecting you every time you still . Come . Back .” Knives slams Legato against the wall with each emphasis.
Legato’s head is throbbing. He can barely comprehend what’s going on, not understanding the context of what Knives is upset about. He has infested his thoughts? In what kind of manner? Legato opens his eyes and forces them to focus. He moves his gaze away from Knives' enraged expression and down his body. It’s then that he notices Knives is completely naked and hard. Legato’s cheeks tinge pink as he tears his gaze away when he hears Knives grunt.
He still has no idea what’s going on, having not interacted with Knives for the past several days– since the incident. His mouth is too dry to form words, and his head is too fuzzy to even attempt to try, but still, excitement washes over Legato. He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel proud at this moment despite his compromising position. Master Knives has been thinking about him in the most private and intimate ways.
Knives growls and releases Legato and the latter drops to the floor. Gasping for air, Legato places his hands on his throat, rubbing where the bruises will surely form.
“So, you find this amusing?” Knives asks gravely.
Legato looks up at the divine being, forcing himself to bypass Knives’ impressive cock to look him in the eyes.
“N-No, Master…” Legato croaks, lying through his teeth.
Suddenly, there’s a cold, sharp object pressed to his throat and a fist in his hair. Knives drags Legato to his knees and presses his face flush with his heavy cock. The whimper Legato lets escape should be embarrassing and to an outsider, it would be, but for him, this is a dream come true. The feel of Master Knives’ hot shaft leaning messily across his face has his own cock pressing firmly against his skin-tight briefs.
Legato inhales deeply, savoring the scent exuding off Knives.
“You’re disgusting,” Knives chides, pressing Legato’s face firmly against him, “but I guess, I’ll throw you a bone. You’re going to take me until I’m finished. Understood?”
“Mmm-yes, Master Knives,” Legato mumbles through squished lips.
“Good. Now, get to work,” Knives says and releases his hold on Legato’s hair.
Legato looks up at him waiting for future instruction or for Knives to shove his cock down his throat already, but Knives merely retracts the blades on his hand and folds his arms against his chest, and looks down at Legato expectantly.
Does he have free range then? Is he allowed to do as he pleases?
“Ma–”
“Why are you hesitating now?” Knives asks, “Is this not what you've been begging for for years? What you were just begging for merely days ago?”
“It is, but–”
“Then here, let me guide you as usual.”
Again, Knives grabs Legato by the hair roughly and forces his head back. Legato’s mouth drops open as his head goes back as far as it can. It’s uncomfortable but when he peers over his nose to see Knives take his beautiful cock in his hand and guide it to his mouth, Legato’s tongue slides out and his mouth opens wider. He’s so hungry for this. So hungry for a taste of this divine being – what will he taste like? Will he be bitter or sweet? Will he taste like nothing? Will he be hot on his tongue or numbing? What about the unique spines? Are they sharp? Hard? Soft? Legato begins to sweat thinking about it.
The tip of Knives’ cock is a hair away from Legato’s tongue when Knives stops and chuckles. “Look at you,” he coos mockingly, “so ready for a taste. Well, you’re going to be well-fed tonight.”
Suddenly, Knives shoves his cock deep into Legato’s mouth. Legato is caught off guard and immediately gags, the pressure against the back of his throat unexpectedly harsh. Legato innately grabs Knives' legs to brace himself, realizing his mistake too late, and in one swift movement, Legato finds himself pinned back against the wall again except this time his hands are staked to the wall by Knives’ sharp vines.
Legato cries out in pain as a million needle-sharp bolts shoot through the palms of his hands and throughout his body. His hands twitch around the blades as blood trickles down his arms. The pain is immense but not unbearable. It’s familiar if anything, but the unexpectedness is what throws Legato off.
“What did I tell you about touching me?” Knives grits out and another coil of blades comes to press firmly against Legato’s stomach. “Do you want your intestines ripped out?”
“I’m sorry, Master,” Legato says, swallowing down the pain. “It was a mistake. It won’t happen again.”
“You’re right, it won’t because I plan to keep you like this until I’m finished.”
Instead of fear, arousal courses through Legato.
“Open your mouth.”
Legato whimpers and tilts his head back only for the wall to stop him. There’s no way he can tilt his head back far enough to take Knives’ cock properly with his hands bound to the wall like this. Still, Legato’s determined to give Knives what he wants, and to him himself what he wants, too. He leans forward so his back is off the wall, letting the blades that pin him hold his weight.
“You’re more desperate than I thought,” Knives berates as he takes a step forward to guide his cock back to Legato’s mouth. Legato is waiting for him, mouth wide and inviting, and Knives lets his cock slide against his tongue all the way to the back of his throat.
Legato is ready for it this time and when Knives’ cock is fully seated on his tongue Legato carefully closes his mouth around his thick shaft. Instantly, Legato’s eyes roll back and shut as the heavy weight of Knives’ cock fills his mouth.
Aside from being thick, Knives is also big . Legato can’t take all of him in, not unless Knives plans to shove himself down his throat – which Legato secretly hopes he does – but for now, he can at least take most of him. Then, Legato takes in a deep breath through his nose, humming blissfully as he takes in Knives’ scent. The musk exuding off Knives is so intoxicating that he believes if his arms weren’t staked to the wall he’d probably have fallen over. The scent isn’t something Legato has ever smelled before. He smells like pure dominance.
Eagerly, Legato begins to explore Knives’ cock. He traces his tongue over his length, enjoying the unique texture and the way the flattened barbs dip as his tongue passes over. Legato pulls his head back, sliding off Knives’ length until it’s just the tip left in his mouth. Keeping his lips wrapped firmly around the tip, Legato lets the flat of his tongue lap over it before he decides to prod the slit with the tip of his tongue. He swears he feels Knives’ jerk when he does it, but he won’t linger on that delusion right now, not when he sucks and a little of what he can only imagine is pre-cum dribbles into his mouth. Legato swallows it, moaning loudly at the taste. There’s no way for Legato to explain it except he tastes fresh, holy, and transcendent.
“Having fun?” Knives asks, his voice unsteady.
Legato hums on his cock, licking him messily and making the most obscene sounds as he does. Knives’ cock pulses in response. Then Legato pulls off his cock and drags his tongue lewdly over the shaft, lapping his tongue along his length like a starved dog.
Feeling brave and taking this moment for what its worth, Legato ducks his head under Knives’ cock expecting to see his sack hanging underneath but gasps when he comes across something so much more interesting. Under Knives’ length between his legs is a sheath. Legato doesn’t know what to think but excitement brews in him knowing that Knives is the ultimate being - the alpha and omega.
“Do you even know what to do with it?” Knives drawls.
“N-No, but I would be eternally thankful if you permitted me to learn.”
“Hm. What a shame,” Knives says, “Perhaps another time.”
“Yes, Master.”
Legato ends his exploring and takes Knives back into his mouth, and begins to blow him in earnest. He’s had plenty of practice, even if the experience leaves a bad taste in his mouth. He runs his tongue along the underside of Knives’ cock as he sucks, and when he drags his head back to give attention to the tip once more, his tongue catches on one of the barbs, grazing the sensitive flesh beneath it. Knives’ cock throbs against his tongue and in the same second, Legato hears a sound he’s never heard before.
Knives whimpered.
Slowly, Legato stops his movements and blinks his eyes open to peer up through his long lashes at the other. It takes him a moment to focus his eyes on Knives’ face, but when he does he doesn’t dare look away from the sight that beholds him and will be ingrained in his mind for the rest of his life. Above him, Knives' indifference has vanished, and something new has taken its place: attentiveness. His brows are furrowed, cheeks pink, mouth gaped on slow, deep breaths. He looks so different, he looks so… vulnerable. There’s no judgment on Legato’s side, only fascination seeing his master look so demure and soft. It’s something he’s never seen before because it’s something Knives has never allowed to be seen.
Suddenly, Knives’ eyes harden and a sharp pain drags Legato’s attention away from Knives’ face and to his hands. Knives forces the sharp vines to press through the palms of his hands a little further. Legato cries out around Knives’ cock and attempts to pull away, but the latter takes a fistful of hair to keep him in place. Legato can feel the fresh new blood dripping down his hand as Knives shoves him further down on his cock.
“Have a good look? Shall I make it the last thing you ever see?” Knives asks, his voice laced with malice as he draws the jagged blades from his knuckles close to Legato’s face.
Legato's eyes widen in surprise, but remains unfazed by the threat. If this is how Master Knives wishes to end his worthless life, then so be it. He doesn’t flinch as Knives brings his exposed blades to his cheek and grazes the tip of the blade across his smooth skin. The warmth of the drops of blood reminds Legato of the first time he ever set eyes on Knives. His eyes soften thinking back to the day that his savior was found.
“Still valorous I see,” Knives says and smirks, just like he had all those years ago. He retracts his blades but not before taking several sections of hair with him to leave a noticeable notch in his straight-cut hair, but it’s something Legato will have to worry about later though.
Legato keeps his eyes trained on Knives, only blinking when his eyes begin to gloss over, threatening tears.
“Are you ready to properly pleasure me?”
Legato does his best to answer, mumbling something that resembles, “Yes, Master Knives.”
“Then keep your eyes closed and only listen to my orders. Do you understand?”
Again, Legato mumbles his response.
“Good. Resume.”
Legato expects Knives to loosen his grip on his hair but he doesn’t. Legato to still able to move his neck even with the tight fist hold Knives has on his hair. It’s painful, and his jaw is starting to ache, too, but he knows he’s nowhere near finished pleasuring Knives. Still, Legato also knows he might never have another chance like this again, and plans to do whatever he needs to to please Master Knives.
Legato goes back to sucking Knives’ cock, messy and loud. The slick, wet sounds are the only sounds that can be heard in the room, making Legato painfully aware of the fact that it’s just them in the room. He’s not sure why the realization is hitting him now, but for whatever reason, it thrills him. Knives chose to seek him out, to allow him to suck his cock, allowing him to see him so exposed. He whimpers thinking about it.
Legato works Knives’ length in his mouth, taking time to lick and lap his tongue over his shaft before giving attention to the tip. Each time a new dribble of pre-cum releases into his mouth Legato greedily swallows it. Then, feeling brave, Legato more or less accidentally catches his tongue underneath one of the barbs, and again, he hears Knives whimper but pretends he never hears anything at all. Knives jerks his hair when Legato does it again, but he doesn’t try to stop him from exploring under the spines so Legato continues. He finds out that closer to the tip is where the barbs are most sensitive if the soft sounds of Knives and the way his cock throbs in his mouth are anything to go by. Legato does his best to meticulously lick every barb that his tongue can catch, sliding the tip of his tongue under the tender flesh, moving it back and forth, and gently pulling the barb back to expose more of the sensitive flesh. Every time he plays with one of the barbs a little amount of cum leaks out and soon Legato’s able to get a good taste of what Knives has to offer. It’s fresh with a little hint of mint. It’s so precious to know what his Master tastes like, and for a moment, Legato wonders if that’s what his spit taste like, too.
Above him, Legato pretends not to hear the way Knives is moaning so sweetly, almost cutely, as he plays with his cock. It’s a sound that Legato will never forget, and probably a sound no one’s ever heard before, aside from…his brother. The mere thought leaves an awful taste in his mouth so Legato drops it completely.
Legato keeps playing with the spines as his mouth begins to fill with saliva and cum, so much so that it begins to seep out from the corner of his lips and drip down onto his lap. It’s absolute bliss for him. He loves this. He’s loving his mouth being so full of his Master’s spunk. Then, when Legato plays with one of the barbs closer to the tip, Knives groans, and suddenly his cock swells and all the barbs open and catch on the inside of his lips. It forces Legato to stop his movements, more afraid to hurt Knives than himself, but Knives doesn’t seem concerned either way.
“My body,” Knives grunts, “it appears its ready to breed…”
Legato’s eyes widen and he feels hot all over. This is what he’s like when he’s ready to reproduce? Legato doesn’t know what to do. His mouth is so unbelievably full that he can’t move. All he can do is continue pleasuring Knives until his release. So he does. With the barbs blooming and standing freely, Legato has access to slide his tongue along and under the dull points. Each time his tongue passes under a whole row of the sensitive flesh, Knives grunts and groans above him; he even begins rocking his hips into his mouth. Despite the ache in his jaw, Legato lets his jaw go slack to allow Knives to fully use his mouth as nothing more than a hole to release into.
And Knives does just that.
Keeping his grip tight on Legato’s hair, Knives begins to force more of his cock into Legato’s mouth until the tip is probing the back of his throat. If it weren’t for his barbs, Knives would easily be able to slide down Legato’s throat. Legato tilts his head back just a little more. The pain in his neck is nothing compared to what he’s about to experience, he knows.
Knives continue to fuck into Legato’s mouth so deep that all he can do is grind into his sloppy, wet mouth. Knives doesn’t voice it, but he’s close, chasing after that precious orgasm he so disgustingly wants. He’s now leaned over Legato, one hand in his hair and the other planted on the wall as he bucks into his mouth in quick, hard bursts. All Legato can do is sit back and let him use him, moaning in pleasure and choking on the various fluids unable to escape the sides of his mouth. With each thrust his cock is forced further down Legato’s throat despite the barbs catching on the inside of his mouth. His movements are brutal, so much so that Legato’s back is not pressed flat against the wall as Knives fucks his mouth so desperately until finally, all movements cease and Legato feels a wave of warmth flood in his mouth and right down his throat. The sound of Knives cumming is absolute music to Legato’s ears. The choked moaning is beautiful, absolutely beautiful until he hears a broken, “ Vash ,” amongst the sounds and everything turns bitter.
Feeling as broken as Knives’ moans, Legato lies back against the wall, head painfully tilted up as Knives fills his throat with cum and he swallows it dutifully, or to the best of his ability to do so. Round after round until Legato is sure he’s going to drown if he doesn’t pass out first. Legato doesn’t know how long Knives cums for but finally, he pulls out and a gush of cum follows. Legato lets his head hang and whatever cum that didn’t make it down his throat spills out of his mouth and right onto his torso. Legato tries not to choke as he gasps for air.
The sharp sound of blades retracting stings Legato’s ears as his hands drop heavily to his side. He can’t bring himself to look at the damage that’s been done, or really care either. He can’t think about any of the pain, not in his jaw, mouth, throat, head, neck, or back. None of it. He can’t even think about the absolute mess he is.
The only thing he can think about is the way Knives moaned out that scum's name as he came down his throat. It’s the only pain that he can focus on.
“Legato,” Knives calls.
Legato tilts his head to the side and peers at the with heavy lids. He’d love to pick his head up fully to show Knives the full respect he deserves, but he’s not sure he can manage.
Legato watches as Knives crouches down in front of him and lifts his head for him. The touch is gentle but feels patronizing more than anything. Still, Legato stays devout and looks Knives in the eyes, losing himself in his perfectly pale blue eyes.
“Are you satisfied?” Knives asks.
It feels like a loaded question because if he says no, will Knives be offended? But if he says yes, what would that say about him? He hates to upset Master Knives.
“Your satisfaction is the only one that matters, Master Knives” Legato preaches.
Knives smiles smugly. “Good,” he says and stands.
Legato’s head drops forward, but he can still see Knives making his way to the door through the misplaced strands of hair.
“Have Conrad look at your wounds,” Knives says before leaving him alone.
“Yes, Master…” Legato says once Knives is good and gone.
He feels so weak and foolish, but that is what Master Knives wanted, after all. Still, Legato will cherish this moment for the rest of his days. As broken as he feels, he’ll never forget the sounds and expressions he made Knives feel.
Even if Knives was only thinking about his brother the entire time.
Legato smiles to himself.