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“Don’t,” Roberto grunted at Meryl. Vash watched the way her head flicked his way for a second before staring out at the dunes again.

“Okay, but—”

“I said don’t,” Roberto repeated. “You don’t know what kind of person that is. No,” he insisted, the man in a long, white coat standing with his thumb out.

“Well, we could ask,” Meryl reminded.

“He could lie,” Roberto shot back. “You ever known a thief or a wanted man to tell the truth about that?” Vash ignored the way Meryl glanced back at him. She was hoping this would distract him from what happened in Jeneora. It had left an odd taste in his mouth.

“We could just give him some water,” Vash added. “There’s also a gas station not far from where we're going anyway, right? Why not drop him there?”

Meryl stuck her tongue out at Roberto, who groused at the both of them. Meryl pulled up to the stranger, giving him a smile as she poked her head out the window. He lowered his raised thumb, returning the smile.

“Hi,” she greeted.

“Hello,” he returned, his voice deeper than expected, given how pretty he was. A sharp nose, hair that sat in his eyes, broad shoulders, eyes with a golden-yellow glow like the sun. “Terribly sorry to ask, but could I bother you for a ride to this gas station nearby? It’s hotter than I was expecting it to be and I ran out of water.”

Meryl shot a smug look to Roberto. “Yeah, hop on in!”

Vash inched over as the stranger bent down and picked up a rather heavy looking bag before getting into the back with him. He sat it on the floor between his feet, Vash watching Roberto glance at him through the rearview mirror. “So, what are you doing all the way out here? No vehicle, no nada?”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty of…Is there an opposite for nada?” he asked, glancing at Vash who just chuckled.

“Algo?” he offered.

“Plenty of that. I’m a traveling doctor and a request was made for me to go out to their location. I’d be able to afford either a ride there or food, given what they’re charging for both in the nearby town,” he sighed. “So you’ll have to forgive me for picking food.”

“What kind of doctor?” Roberto asked, his rough voice smooth and collected, like when he was conducting an interview.

“A general practitioner. I think it would be odd if I was something more specific out here without the funds, don’t you?” he asked, his head tipped to the side, a smooth smile on his face.

Meryl and Vash snickered. “What’s your name?” she asked, at the very least assisting her mentor and trying to help him save face.

“Doctor Legato Bluesummers, at your service, young miss,” he introduced, meeting her eyes in the mirror. Vash watched the way her eyes went a little wide and her cheeks tinged with warmth. She stared as long as he did, eyes slowly looking back towards the road. He was charming. Vash always felt that was an important quality to have in a doctor. Their patients tended to be better behaved and listened more. But the same could be said of any attractive person in any position. “And your names?”

“I’m Vash, that’s Meryl, and this is Roberto,” Vash introduced, pointing to them all when their names were given.

“A pleasure to meet you. I have to say, you look awful familiar,” he hummed at Vash, who gave a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, I get that a lot! Someone famous and I must share a face or something, ahaha!” His goddamn wanted poster.

“I suppose so,” he decided, relaxing into the seat. “Well, whoever it is must be rather lucky to look so attractive. Or, perhaps you are that famous person. After all, I’ve read quite a few interviews from prestigious people by Mr. DeNiro here—that is your last name, isn’t it? Forgive my presumptions if it’s not.”

He was quite the smooth talker. To compliment Vash and then to easily redirect it at Roberto after making eyes at Meryl made Vash wonder if this person was really a doctor. While it wasn’t unusual for people to have various professions and backgrounds, it was still odd.

Roberto snorted. “Well, you’d guess right. Didn’t realize we picked up a fan,” he grunted, the gas station coming into view.

“Should I have led with that?” Legato asked, giving him a smile. 

Roberto grunted, not answering. Meryl glanced at him in the mirror again. Vash adjusted how he sat, a little straighter, slightly more on edge under the guise of being proper.

They pulled into the gas station, Meryl making her way inside first with Legato following after her. Vash stayed in the car, Roberto got out and pulled out his cigarettes. Vash watched as Meryl stumbled back out of the door before barely taking half a step inside, right into Legato who moved his bag out of the way. She looked up at him quickly, then inside. Vash immediately got out of the car.

“What’s wrong?” he called to her, Legato setting her aside and going in to see what the issue was.

“Can you help them?” she asked, Vash able to smell it as he approached, even under the cigarette smoke that followed as Roberto came with him. Blood in a way that was more foul than normal. Blood that came with the acidic undertone of piss and the rotten smell of shit. The dead. Legato was surveying the room as he checked the pulse of a person on the floor, Roberto pulling Meryl back away from the mess. She had no reason to be there, to be that close.

“Unfortunately, I deal with the living…These two seem to be dead…” Legato answered, Vash’s focus on his back, on the blood creeping towards his leather bag.

Meryl pressed her hand to her mouth. “Oh no…”

Vash frowned, eyes flickering to a nearby closet as the door snapped closed. He stepped around Meryl to approach it, crouching down nearby. There was a whining hum, like a television had been left on without a signal in another room. “Hey…we won’t hurt you. Are you okay?” The child poked their head out, Vash stepping back so they could come out of the closet.

“Oh my gosh…” Meryl whispered.

“Are you hurt?” Legato asked, picking up his bag before the blood could touch it, coming to kneel in front of the child. They didn’t answer. “Come on, let’s get you some fresh air and in the light,” he encouraged, standing up again and offering the kid his hand.

They made their way outside, Legato taking them around the side of the gas station. Roberto shook his head, carefully stepping inside to put some bills on the counter before going to fill up their tank. Meryl looked between the bodies and Vash, who looked away before she could meet his eyes.

“Are we just going to leave them here?” she asked, stepping backwards and further out into the sun as she looked up at him. He couldn’t bear to be near the dead for long periods of time, let alone practically be alone with them. If Meryl stepped away, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his composure.

“We should ask Legato. He might have someone he can call to take care of their bodies,” Vash offered, stepping around the side of the gas station and expecting Meryl to follow.

“Hey, uh…Legato? When you have a second, can I ask you a question?” Vash asked, Legato in the middle of inspecting the back of the kid’s hand before looking at Vash.

“In a moment,” he promised. Vash made his way back over to the car, Roberto filling the tank up completely, Meryl standing nearby and practically using him as a shield from the door.

“That’s so awful…” Meryl mumbled. Vash didn’t say anything, he just kept his eyes on Legato. He eventually came over with the child, who kept their head ducked down.

“Vash,” he greeted with a nod. “Stay here for just a second, alright? He and I are going to talk.”

The kid nodded, their eyes welling up. Legato hesitated, but made his way back to the side of the building with Vash.

“Your question?”

“The bodies…I wanted to know if—”

The ground rumbled. The sands shifted. Legato frowned, gripping his bag a little tighter.

Vash looked over at Roberto and Meryl, who were looking at them. A worm breached the sand, Vash bolting towards them as its gaping maw swallowed the three of them.

“Meryl! Roberto!” Vash had reached for them, fingertips brushing the worm as it sunk back below the sands, taking his companions, the jeep, and the gas station with it. “No, no, no…! Bait, um…”

“Hold on,” Legato requested, fingers twitching. Vash heard the wires before the glint of the sun caught them. They trailed back to Legato’s gloved hands, the bracer at his wrist, providing them.

He frowned, more suspicious of him. “What’s that?”

“I didn’t trust the child,” he admitted. “So I just wanted to keep a tab on them in case they tried to run off before we could get someone down here—shit,” he hissed, the wires tugging his fingers. “Their hands were a mess, like they had been holding a knife that slipped and cut their palms.”

Legato grabbed for his own wrist, feet sliding. Vash grabbed him around his waist so he wouldn’t fall face first into the dirt, Legato leaning back and trying to use Vash’s weight to keep from being completely tugged forward.

“Okay, what do we do?”

“Crouch,” Legato demanded, dropping low as something clicked and they both went flying. It was fishing with a regular line and the bait had caught something far too heavy. So the only thing they could do was be tugged along by it and pray Legato’s wrist didn’t get ripped off. Vash reached out and wrapped some of the wires around his prosthetic to take the brunt of the damage, his other hand wrapped around Legato’s waist.

He grunted, feeling a twinge in his arm, but Legato’s shoulders were only mildly tense, rather than attempting to shatter his collarbone. The worm dragged them through the sand, across it and down into it when it was soft enough to give.

Their legs caught, both of them tugged forward with Vash on top of Legato before being flung into the air. Vash spat sand, Legato gritting his teeth.

“What happens if this snaps?” Vash asked, having to half yell over the wind.

“Just pray it doesn’t come back and hit you in the face,” Legato answered, mouth wide and making grand gestures as he explained.

“This isn’t attached to the kid, is it?” Vash asked, realizing if they were being tugged like this that there was a very high possibility the kid’s arms or whatever this was attached to would sever them.

“Do you want the truth?”

Vash hissed, digging his feet into the sand, only for the wire to go slack. His eyes went wide, the worm breaching the sand again. He bolted forward, Legato doing the same without instruction. “Have you ever read Monstro or Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea?” Vash asked.

“No!” Legato called back.

“Okay, uh…have you ever seen a worm sneeze?”

“Also no!”

“Me neither!”

Vash decided it was best he lost an arm so the kid and Legato didn’t have to. It was a buffer, the only kind he could really offer. He tugged the shoulder of his jacket sleeve down, pressed with his right hand in a particular set of locations, then his arm slipped out from his sleeve and Vash vaulted himself up as high as he could manage. Foot raised in the air, he got the worm in the nose as hard as he could.

In retaliation, it shook, left, then right, grandiose motions as it opened its mouth. He tugged Legato up and closer, calling, “Tie it around its tooth!” before he slid down and into the worm’s wet, waiting maw. He grabbed as much of the wall of its throat as he could, the wires glinting with saliva.

The inside of the worm was eerily quiet, a musky dampness all around. “Meryl! Roberto! Kid!” Vash called, the worm’s insides muffling noise.

“Vash?!” Meryl called back, her voice small from the distance.

“Are you all okay? Can you climb up and follow the wire?” Vash called down to them.

“Um…Maybe?” Meryl called back.

“No, we sure as shit can’t!” Roberto called back up.

Vash let go, risking it as he slid down, human hand grating and snagging along the inner walls of the worm. He hissed, feeling a nail break back. Gradually, he made his way further down. Eventually, he got far down enough to find Meryl, Roberto, and the kid tucked away into an ulcer. The wire had caught on it, keeping it from completely ripping the kid’s arm off, but it also looked like it would slice through the flesh of the worm any moment.

“Vash!” Meryl greeted happily, half hugging him, half helping Roberto tug him into the thin space.

“Everyone okay?” he asked, hand at the back of Meryl’s neck, a squeeze to Roberto’s shoulder. The kid was in the corner and wasn’t moving, bottom lip between their teeth.

“I think if we hadn’t gotten caught right here, we might not be…” she admitted, eyes trailing the wires.

“Where’s your arm?” Roberto asked.

“Outside. Okay. Kiddo, I’m gonna put you on my back and we’re going to climb out towards its teeth, okay?”

The kid looked up at him, that hum like something electric was nearby going off again. He nodded.

“Okay. Can you two follow after me? Step where I step?”

“And if the worm decides to tip backwards?” Roberto countered. “You got one arm, I’ve got shit balance, and she’s clumsy. This doesn’t seem like a good idea, Vash.”

“It could tip back and knock you all out of this spot in its throat, anyway. Besides, if we get further up, we can use the wire kind of like a rope if we wrap it around itself enough,” Vash explained, untangling it from the kid’s wrist and wrapping it around his own.

“No—no, we’re not doing that. That’s too dangerous.”

“Then hold onto me,” Vash offered instead.

“And let you get severed instead?”

“Well…No. But…” Vash tugged lightly at the wire, tipping his head out of the ulcer to watch it. “Legato?” he hesitantly called up.

Silence. He really hoped he wasn’t split in half by his request. He frowned.

“Were you calling for me?” came a voice that sounded terribly far away.

“You okay?” Vash called quickly back.

“Fine!”

“Is the wire around the tooth?”

“No! But your arm is outside of its mouth!” he called down. Vash looked at the three of them. “If I could get more slack, I could tie it around a tooth or two!” he called back down.

“I fucking hate this…” Roberto grunted as Vash adjusted the kid on his back. The arms around his throat were too tight.

“Yeah, well…” Vash hoisted himself up first with a grunt, single-handedly. It would be a lot of leg work. He’d have to find not only proper footing, but then enough of it to push himself upwards to grab onto something that looked solid, and not have it crumble and leave Roberto and Meryl unable to follow after him. Meryl was also smaller than him and Roberto, so he’d have to make sure she could reach everything. Vash also fucking hated this.

He made his first move, looking over his shoulder to see Roberto had Meryl go first. Likely to catch her if she slipped. They were in the most danger without the wire, but the wire could also maim if not kill them if the worm opened its mouth. It was already killing his wrist. The kid had their head tucked down against his back, probably too scared to look down.

Not to mention, if the worm was still under the sand and if it opened its mouth, they might suffocate. Something let out an electric sounding whine again while the wire strained.

It was strenuous.

It was exhausting.

Even with breaks and the wire getting slack, he was still pretty sure he might have broken his wrist. But if he stopped to check, if he relaxed at all, he might panic. He might get all of them killed.

So, he kept going.

Eventually, he managed to see Legato.

He had more wire around his waist like an electrician, thicker and less of a danger, but clearly shorter given how the bag at his waist clicked the second he tried to move closer. The wire they had been using to climb was twined around the worm’s tooth.

“Are you alright?” Legato called down to him.

“Yeah,” Vash lied.

“I can’t get any lower, I’m sorry.”

“All good,” Vash promised, his back sopped with sweat.

He strained. He climbed. Legato tugged him up—Vash grunting loudly in pain at the tug on his wrist.

Legato didn’t let go, but his eyes did go wide. “Your wrist—”

“Will heal, right doc?” Vash asked, situating himself between the small gap between the worm’s teeth. Legato frowned, the electric ringing going off again. He knew he was the only one who could hear it. Meryl would have complained by now. She had done nothing but complain the entire climb to keep herself from being scared and to give Roberto something to listen to besides his own heart in his ears.

“Take the kid?” he requested, adjusting to face Legato.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Meryl’s exhausted, I’m scared she’s not going to make it the rest of the way,” Vash explained, seeing how much farther she had to go. “Besides, we got more wire now. I can loop it around her and Roberto and then guide them back up. He’s gonna bitch about it, but,” Vash just chuckled, like his entire arm wasn’t numb, like he also wasn’t exhausted.

But he carefully went back down, carefully tied them all together, then carefully helped guide them the rest of their way up.

He was glad he did because Meryl had slipped. Something under Vash had gurgled, something popped. She screamed, all of her weight in his hips and tugging, Roberto catching her by her hand. Vash hissed quietly through gritted teeth, keeping his body close to the wall of the worm’s throat.

“You got her?”

“Yeah…!” Roberto grunted up at him, letting her go for just a second so he could toss her up and drop his body weight down lower.

“I’m sorry,” Meryl whispered, terrified.

“Don’t apologize, newbie. If you piss yourself with fear that’s just one more weird wet thing we gotta deal with in here. Christ, I’d kill for a shower after this,” he grunted, hoisting her up even further and getting her along a ridge of its throat. He panted, sweating probably just as hard as Vash was.

Vash exhaled, pulling his sticky forehead away from the worm. Eventually, they all got to the teeth. Eventually, he dared to look at his own wrist. It was deep purple far into his shirt, all the way up the side of two of his fingers. There was no doubt he’d broken it.

The kid lifted his head and stared at all of them.

“Okay,” Roberto heaved. “Now what?”

“I mean—I could push you,” the kid offered, Legato yanking his wrist back and the wires around the kid’s waist falling into loose spirals as the kid burst into glowworms.

They cackled, collecting themselves back into something resembling a human, their wings flickering. “Michael, that took forever! I was so bored! Not one of you fell! Well, she almost did but you were fine by then! What a snoozefest!” the kid complained.

“Well…guess you were right not to trust the kid,” Vash mumbled to Legato. He had been far too willing and too quick about pulling that wire that would have cut the kid in half, but that was an issue for another day.

“Apparently…” he mumbled softly in reply.

“Oh fuck this,” Meryl grunted, pulling out her small gun and shooting at the flying kid.

“No—newbie!”

The worm roared in reply, unhappy with the pain inside of its mouth. Sand slid through its teeth, but then clean oxygen was soon to follow. Vash’s arm slid through, Legato hoisting it up with the wires and tossing it to him.

Vash caught it with the crook of his arm, glancing at the fact there were two sleeves in the way and his wrist was broken. He couldn’t put his arm on. He was screwed.

“Out!” Legato snapped, pushing himself through the teeth, a knife tugged from the inside of his jacket and cut the wires he had used around his waist like they were butter. He tugged on Roberto and Meryl’s wires, and in turn Vash’s as they all free-fell into the sand.

All of them landed haphazardly as the bug child cackled at them, Vash trying to just avoid landing on his wrist. He rolled over, in a fluid motion, Legato already on his feet. His grin was wicked as he tugged his fingers down, the teeth of the worm being ripped from its gums.

It screamed, sharp blades falling down its belly and towards them. Roberto had already tugged Meryl up to run with his arm over her, Vash also following after them, but Legato swung his arm to the right, the teeth sent flying and releasing from the loops of wire around them.

The worm quickly threw itself back underground, Legato holding either side of his wrist bracer to reel in the wires—then stopping before they could sever Meryl, Roberto, and Vash.

He panted, looking over at them.

“Everyone but Vash in one piece?” he called, Roberto and Meryl looking at each other. They then looked at Legato, and nodded.

“Good. Okay, now…Let’s quickly get our bearings, then see how far out the gas station is from here. The car is gone, but my medical supplies were left behind and he needs them,” Legato explained, pointing at Vash. “But if something else is closer, let’s go there for now.”

Meryl groaned. “Please…give me five minutes…”

“No, it’s best we keep moving in case the worm tries to come back for us,” Vash insisted, listening to far off whooping.

“That was amazing! I’ve never seen someone do that with worm teeth!” A trio of what appeared to be hunters called out to them.

“…Or we risk it on some more strangers today,” Roberto suggested as he thumbed over to them. Vash looked at Legato.

The fire was warm in the freezing desert night air as the fat from the meat sizzled as it dripped down from their dinner. Legato had used the emergency bandages he carried on his person on Vash’s wrist and a thin plank of wood to keep it straight.

“That’s about all I can do until further notice. I’m sorry. I don’t even have any pain killers,” Legato apologized.

“No, no, don’t worry about it,” Vash reassured. “Thank you for giving us what you had.” Legato had done a cursory check over both Meryl and Roberto, telling Vash he would save him for last since he would need the most attention and demanding he sit and wait to be seen. It had been a quick set up, a bedroll from the hunters hung up and used as a curtain.

Both Meryl and Roberto had come out looking exhausted, likely the day’s events catching up to them once it was confirmed they were safe and healthy. Vash couldn’t even reasonably try to wiggle out of a checkup.

His coat and shirt sat next to him in the sand, Legato having helped him remove them to see how extensive the damage was. It had taken hemming and hawing. Legato promised him confidentiality. He didn’t say anything when he saw all the scars.

“May I ask you something?” he asked, middle finger reaching a metal plate first. “What injuries did you manage to sustain that would require something to manually work your muscle and the blood in them so they don’t rot off and die?” he continued, fingers trailing wires.

“I…um…Can’t remember,” Vash half lied. “I get in so many accidents, you know?” he chuckled awkwardly.

“…So I’ve heard. Many a fall, many an accident, many a black eye, many a dead partner…I’m in no position to judge you. My only request is that if your injuries are acting up or if the medical devices on you stop working that you tell me and then that you further avoid the things that hurt you in the first place.” He sounded so serious. His voice was so beautiful that it felt even harsher to be scolded by it.

“Uh…Right. Thank you.”

“Good. Now your pants.”

“My pants?” Vash laughed nervously.

“Yes. I had them remove theirs as well. You all had my wires around your waist, I need to make sure you aren’t bleeding and to see how bad the bruising is. Please show me.”

“I, uh…Think it’s okay,” Vash promised nervously.

“Vash,” Legato insisted. “Whatever you’re worried about, I’m not here to judge you. I’m here to help you.”

Vash was silent, the smell of worm meat over the fire making his stomach ache. He tried his best to unbutton his pants with one hand, half of his fingers unresponsive. Legato reached over and helped him without a word. Then he pulled his hands back and let Vash lower his pants himself. He bent forward, tugging them down to the sand before standing back up.

More scarring, more electronic pulses—at least until one knee, anyhow. One prosthetic claimed that knee, the other just below it. Despite Legato’s promise of lack of judgment, he did seem a little surprised. His cold hands were gentle as he inspected Vash’s waist, gently pressing into his hip bones, into the soft flesh.

Vash hissed slightly, the weight of Meryl in those bruises.

“The scarring around your arm was clean enough to make me think you’d been born without it…but not your legs,” Legato admitted quietly, still touching, still trying to gauge what hurt the most. He lowered part of his underwear to inspect how far the bruising went, then pulled them up and did the same with the other side.

“It was an accident. They didn’t mean it…” Vash promised quietly.

“Them who? The two out there?” Legato asked, eyes on the hung up bedroll.

“No—no, not them…” Vash promised, head ducked down. “They’re old wounds, I’m okay. Wanted posters and all…They just needed money to live. The first got a good chunk of money for coming back with my leg,” Vash explained, looking at his right leg, the one with his knee.

“And the other?” Legato asked, clearly trying to keep his voice from being accusatory. He stepped around Vash to inspect the back of his hips, again lowering part of his underwear to see how far the bruising went.

“…Well…It’s harder to run when you don’t have your legs,” Vash shrugged, Legato feeling up his lower back and making him wince and hiss. “But they also needed the money. It happens. People do things like that when they’re desperate and starving. I don’t blame them…”

“I quite think you should,” Legato insisted otherwise, the thumbs at Vash’s hips seeming to soothe at his skin rather than inspect it. But he quickly caught himself and stopped, stepping back around to his front. “When we get to somewhere with more people, I’ll get you more bandages, pain killers, and ointment.”

“Oh, no you don’t have to! That’s a lot of money and—”

“I’m a doctor. My job is to care for the sick and injured and not to worry about money. I would have lost my own arm if not for you. We’ll call it even as long as I get to treat you until you’re better,” Legato offered. Under the smell of charred wood and meat, there was something floral, something that put Vash at ease. “I firmly believe I’m in a better position than most to fix you to the best of my ability and improve the quality of your life.”

Vash chuckled softly. “Well, then I appreciate your hospitality, doctor.”

“Just Legato is fine. We were both almost worm food—I think we’ve earned a first name basis,” he chuckled. He crouched down in front of Vash, pulling his pants up for him and then doing up the button. He was gentle, careful not to touch his hips as he did. “Do you want help with your shirt?”

“Oh, no I should be able to do that! It’s the opposite than, well,” he clicked his prosthetic back and forth at Legato. The opposite of the hand he was used to having issues with. Legato smiled. “Alright. Call for me if you need me. Personally, I’m starving and am going to eat until I feel sick. Please feel free to come eat your portion so I don’t.”

Vash chuckled.

“I’m not joking,” Legato replied flatly. “Come eat or I’m eating it. You never know when your last or when your next meal will be. It’s important to stuff yourself when it’s available.” He stepped around the bed roll, leaving Vash there with that thought. To eat or be eaten, to worry about where his food was coming from.

He thought of how often he left food on his plate as a kid, from guilt and anxiety that he didn’t deserve it. How unusual to have found someone who felt completely the opposite about food and anxiety.

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Vash had wondered if it was the adrenaline, if it was brushing elbows with death in the narrow cavern of the worm's throat. But ever since then, Meryl and Roberto had been rather public with their displays of affection. And intimacy. He tried to ignore the wet, squelching noises from the front seat of their new rental jeep under the din of the radio.

He thought it was odd, but Legato didn’t seem bothered. Vash was pretty sure humans were shy if not private about things like that. But he glanced up and saw the muscles in Roberto's arm flexing as he fingered Meryl in the passenger seat while he drove. On occasion she'd sigh too hard or her knees would hit the dashboard, but unless she was actually cumming, she was relatively quiet.

However when she did cum, everyone in the car was aware. At one point, she had even squirted all over the dashboard and raised her hips so high Vash could see her thighs and pussy through the gap between the headrest and the back of the seat. Roberto had three whole soaked fingers up to the third knuckle inside of her. Roberto had just pulled over, Legato looking up from his bible and asking if they needed any help cleaning up. Roberto insisted he had it, Meryl's soaked pussy visible in the rearview mirror as she panted, trying to collect herself.

So, when they finally arrived at the steamship ports, Vash practically threw himself out of the car. He was too embarrassed to look at either of them, too embarrassed to admit to the collection of moisture in the crotch of his own pants. He felt like he was insane for being the only one who thought it was weird out of the four of them.

“Vash,” Legato called calmly, getting out of the car, book closed, bag in hand. “Would you mind stopping with me to go get more medical supplies and to inspect your injuries again?” They had tried to go back to collect his things, but it had either been lost in the shuffle or had been looted and taken.

“Yeah sure!” Vash replied quickly.

“We'll find someone to talk to about returning the rental and getting our own tickets!” Meryl called after him. Oh. They were coming along.

“No, we're going back,” Roberto insisted.

“Huh?! What do you mean?!” Meryl whirled around to yell at him, a discussion Vash didn't need to be a part of. It was the usual behavior. It made him wonder if he was having an unusual kind of heat stroke. He glanced into the jeep one more time. He hadn't imagined it. There were wet napkins balled up on the floor of the passenger seat. He left them to argue, to act like normal, trailing after Legato.

Their walk was loud despite neither of them talking, the sound of people chattering, the bustle of a crowded port town.

“May I ask if you're alright?” Legato interrupted, Vash startling.

“Huh? Yeah! I mean my wrist hurts a little, but that's to be expected, all things considered,” he laughed.

Legato stared at him. “I meant about Roberto and Meryl. You seemed uncomfortable. Was that your first time seeing something like that?”

“I—uh…Yes,” he decided to admit.

“You must be flattered,” Legato said it so simply that again, Vash felt like he was being delusional. Perhaps it was his age, but that was such an unfamiliar thing to witness.

“I'm sorry?” he asked, blinking owlishly at him a few times.

Legato seemed confused by his confusion, almost stopping their walk entirely to stare at him.

“I grew up. Kind of. Sheltered,” Vash decided to half lie. “So I've never…”

“Oh. Oh, I see. Well, that's rather common. I hear it was egregious back on Earth and worthy of being arrested, so the first generations of humans who crashed here didn't do such a thing. It makes sense some of them still have such outdated beliefs and raise their children as such,” Legato explained, carrying on their walk.

“Oh,” Vash replied simply, dumbly.

“To be fair, you really only do that either in a setting where it's common or with people you feel comfortable with,” Legato added. “Which was why I said you must feel flattered. Forgive my misunderstanding.”

Vash hummed, wondering when since the crash had that become common. At what point during trying to survive had it become okay to do things like finger your protégé in a car where other people could see, could hear? His ears burned thinking about it. It wasn't like Brad and Luida would be familiar with that cultural shift either, so it wasn't like they could tell him.

Vash felt Legato press a hand to his lower back, gentle, guiding. “Really, if you're embarrassed, let me know next time. I'll happily serve as a distraction,” he offered, Vash relaxing tension in his shoulders he didn't realize he was holding.

“Thank you, Legato,” Vash replied warmly, grateful that this person he met by happenstance was so kind and understanding. He was suited to be a doctor, even if he was also something more.

“Of course.”

The medical supplies were expensive enough to make Vash balk at the number. But Legato paid, inspecting them all before putting them in a light gray bag. Sterile metals, tubes, creams, bandages, stitches, needles.

“Before you panic, the company I work for pays for all of this and has insurance to cover the losses. I just have to file a report and send it to them with the receipts,” Legato explained.

Vash heaved a sigh of relief.

“Did you happen to pay for a private room on the steamer at all?”

“No, just a dock seat,” Vash replied, Legato humming.

“That won't do. I'll have to find something quick for a moment to inspect you again. Come with me,” he requested, heaving the bag up off the counter with ease.

He walked for a while, coming across a small clinic. Vash lingered back while Legato spoke to the receptionist, showed her what was likely his license that he pulled out of his coat pocket, then thumbed over his shoulder for Vash to follow, his hair falling in his eye. Vash did as he was told, the receptionist letting them borrow a small, private room.

“Strip entirely for me, please,” Legato requested.

Entirely. Which meant underwear, too. Granted he was surrounded by four walls and he did have hip bruising that had worked down his thighs, but still.

“I uh…Prefer to keep my underwear on.” Otherwise, Legato would see. He would piece together he wasn't like a normal human. He had mixed genitals that didn't completely resemble a human’s, not to mention the smell wasn't like them at all either. He had worried someone would comment on the floral smell in the car, but no one had said a word.

“I can give you a cloth to cover yourself with,” Legato offered, looking through their cupboards first before opening his own bag. “But please remove them and show me the rest of your injuries,” Legato insisted, handing him a small towelette the size of two of his palms.

Vash thought about how embarrassing and invasive this checkup felt compared to doing it himself, compared to seeing Luida. But he took all of his clothes off anyway, Legato rummaging through his bag in a way that seemed to take far too long, in a way that seemed to grace him with privacy.

“Okay,” Vash told him once the cloth was pressed against his penis and vagina, hiding them both.

Legato turned around, gloves removed, long, cold fingers exposed. He started simply, fingers checking Vash's throat, his lymph nodes. Then he let go with one hand and checked his pulse against a watch. He hoped it was normal, that it wasn't racing, that there wasn't another part of him that was unusual enough to tell on himself. He let him go, collecting a small clipboard he had set on the counter and writing something down, then picked up a small, narrow pen light.

“Open please. Tongue out,” Legato requested, cold thumb pressed to Vash's chin. He opened his mouth, trying to keep his tongue a normal human length as Legato inspected down his throat. It felt invasive. It felt intimate. “Your incisors are rather long,” he hummed, Vash laughing awkwardly from embarrassment and not being able to close his mouth. He let go, then gently tipped his head to the side to inspect inside both ears.

“Looking good?” Vash asked as he wrote more on a notepad.

“Lots…of…earwax,” he jokingly replied, as if he were writing it down. Or he might have been writing it down. For now, Vash took it as a joke. “Turn and let me inspect your spine,” he requested, Vash adjusting, careful with the cloth covering himself and gave Legato his back. His cool fingers touched every vertebrate. “Sit up straight for me,” he requested, Vash doing just that and feeling like the room had shrunk. “Do you know about how tall you are?”

“Uhhh, siiix…threee?” he guessed. Legato hummed, seeming to agree with the guess.

“Lay down for me.” Vash swung his legs back over the table and did as he asked. Legato's cold hands touched his least exposed pectoral first, small circles.

“Um…!”

“I'm checking for lumps,” Legato promised, stroking his hair out of his face like a child. Vash felt both ridiculous and embarrassed. As if he'd just gotten scolded like a child twice in the same sentence.

He kept his mouth shut and let Legato touch him. The mostly intact breast was the most embarrassing. He touched all over his pectoral, around his areola, his nipple even. Vash gave his cock a squeeze before it started throbbing and writhing and being weird.

Legato worked his way down his stomach, frowning. “Do you have a bullet in here?” he asked, fingers lingering on Vash's left side.

“Probably,” he sighed.

Legato frowned and continued, but was particularly gentle when he got to Vash's hips. He pulled away to get something else he had set on the counter. It was a gel, cold and making Vash inhale sharply. He rubbed it into his exposed skin where he was bruised, being quick and practical while also thorough.

“Raise your knee for me, either is fine.” Vash did as he was told, Legato rubbing the gel against the inner skin of his thigh and where the joint connected. He was so close to his cock. He forced himself to breathe normally. Checkups were terrible.

“Next.” He did the same thing, intimately applying the gel to his wounds. “Turn over for me. Adjust as needed.” He turned around, giving Vash his privacy to keep the parts he was embarrassed about covered.

“Okay,” he replied, ass on full display, but everything else was handled. He startled at the cold touch, expecting it to have been a second later than it was. He held his hips in a way that almost felt like coaxing, like Vash should raise them into the air for him. But he kept them firmly pressed into the bed, the gel having an undertone of familiar florals that Vash was realizing might actually be Legato instead. He smelled nice and it made the antiseptic smell of the clinic more bearable. It relaxed him a bit, his cock not threatening to writhe in the small towel and expose itself.

“Alright. You can put your pants back on and then I'll inspect your wrist again,” Legato instructed, washing his hands and then making more.

“Okay. Thank you.”

The amount of food Legato had ordered while on the steamer for lunch was worrying. Not for being too little, but for being excessive. He would eat a bit of this, a bit of that, order some more, get another drink, wolf something else down before the new plate came, and so on. Vash had no idea where he stuffed it all, but the amount of food on the table made his stomach hurt. The bill also had to be absurd.

He would set things in front of Vash, who would politely decline. He had eaten something small, reasonable, excusable. “No, I insist,” Legato encouraged through a mouthful of meat and vegetables. “Please.” He pushed the plate a little closer.

So, Vash awkwardly nibbled on the plate offered and watched the other people nearby. He always enjoyed people watching, but he was genuinely astounded he had never noticed before. Granted he wasn't one to stare at people's crotches. And Legato had said it wasn't like they did it all the time. But now that he noticed, he couldn't unsee it; the veil to human interactions lifted for his prying eyes.

He watched a woman titter with a man, but her leg under the table kept the girl's legs next to her spread while the man on the other side of the girl had leaned far too much into her space. Vash watched her adjust how she was sitting, sipping more wine, as if to explain away the color on her face.

Another man kept fondling what appeared to be his wife's breast every time he tugged her closer to him to whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

Two men eating dinner together, chatting so casually Vash would have never suspected a thing, would occasionally lift their leg under the table. Vash would watch as one would relax far too heavily at the foot at his crotch.

“Are you alright? You're rather quiet,” Legato noted, slicing meat into large chunks.

Vash startled. “Yeah! Yeah, I just…am noticing how right you are, that's all…” he mumbled, turning his eyes back to the sickening amount of food spread out before them.

“About?”

“People. Behaviors. How casual it is…”

Legato hummed, attention directed to the crowd. “Yes, well. As I said, it's not unusual. Does it bother you or is it making you bothered?”

Vash frowned, eyebrows drawn together as he petted his brace with his prosthetic’s index finger, desperately wanting to itch it. “I dunno…” he admitted. “I guess I'm more surprised than anything,” he admitted, resting his chin in his hand as he continued to watch the humans.

He felt Legato's thigh and knee press up against his own. “It's a reasonable reaction to have. Just like being affected by it would be. There's no judgment, just enjoyment.”

Vash felt his hand on his thigh. He'd know. He didn't want to tell him unless he had to. He'd know. He wasn't human. He'd panic. He couldn't get away from him while on the steamer. His hand eased up his thigh, to where the bruising had traveled.

“I think it's rather unfortunate this is your first time noticing…It comes with the implications that despite how attractive you are that you haven't really indulged in having a partner or two.”

“Uh…no, yeah. Not really my thing…Like I find people attractive,” Vash added quickly, watching a girl spill her drink to cover for the way her friend squirted so hard it looked like she pissed herself. “I just…”

Legato's fingers brushed against the bulge in his pants. “Just?” he prompted.

“Um…” Vash's eyes drifted down to the food on the table, then past it to Legato's hand. His hands had been nice during his checkup. “I'm not…”

Legato gently squeezed Vash's cock and he choked quietly, able to smell the sex in the room and the soft florals underneath.

“Say when…” Legato encouraged, fingers dipping between his thighs to give him a proper squeeze.

Vash wanted it. He wanted it so bad. He always kept to himself and avoided things like this. It was better for everyone. He wasn't human. He lived for too long. They'd be upset with him. He wasn't like them. He didn't deserve this. Yet he craved touch and connection. He wanted this and he had to say no. He had to stop him and it was so unfair. He hesitated, fumbling with airy sounds.

But they were interrupted by the sound of gunshots, Vash immediately shooting up from the table. Most others ducked down or immediately ran away from the sound, Vash bolting towards it.

“Vash!” Legato called after him.

“Stay here!” Vash called back. “Or get everyone somewhere safe!”

It was always something. Well, this time he couldn't be too upset. He didn't deserve whatever Legato was offering anyway, no matter how much he craved the touch of another person.

The gunshots came from a person in a suit. He had a cigarette dangling between his teeth, aiming at anything that moved with a large gun that looked like a cross—which meant he shot at Vash the second he was within sight. He immediately rolled for cover, risking a peek before dropping back down once his head was shot at.

“Woooow! Lookatchu, blondie! Better reflexes than a thoma avoiding a kid with a slingshot!” The smell of blood was in the air. He was alone. Had he always been on the ship or had he let himself aboard? Vash could see lights not far off, bright neon from bandits, but that didn't mean he was with them. If anything, why not use them to hide the fact he was here? What was the point of shooting people? He didn't understand.

Vash didn't want to have to hurt him. But he also couldn't sit here. He peeked out again from the side, a half-second if not less before he was shot at again. He was a good marksman—Vash had almost been hit in the face that time.

He heard tapping, like an upset rabbit. He glanced over and saw Legato, a finger to his lips. Vash frowned deeply and shook his head. Legato held his hand up and waved his fingers at him, wires glinting. He pointed to his left arm, then to Vash.

“Come out, come oooutt,” the man sang, shooting and making someone scream.

Vash's shoulders went slack as he sighed, then begged. Legato raised an eyebrow at him. Vash sighed again and motioned for Legato to give him the wires. He sliced his hand across his throat, then vehemently shook his head.

“Seriously?” Legato whispered, Vash nodding and keeping eye contact. Dead serious. No killing. He wrapped the wires around his prosthetic, then flexed the numb fingers on his injured hand.

He vaulted himself over his hiding spot and bum rushed the man with the massive gun. He hit him in the face with the butt of his own, the man going down hard, the impact rough on his knees as the steamship was hooked by the bandits.

“Well, ain't you smooth!” the man chuckled, eyes going wide as his weapon was ripped from his hands by seemingly nothing. “What the—?!”

Legato grabbed his weapon, eyebrow twitching once it was in his hands. He grunted, Vash's eyes flickering up as the neon bandits started climbing aboard the ship. Legato dragged it towards the edge of the steamer, intending to throw it over.

“Oh, the fuck you are,” the assailant grunted, headbutting Vash low, his glasses shattering into his face. He threw himself back, shaking his head—

And heard screaming. But it wasn't human screaming. It was screaming that haunted his dreams. Screaming that always left him feeling guilty, like he didn't deserve to eat or rest until he helped them. His sister screamed.

The guy was a distraction. Someone was here to steal the plant on board.

“Legato, can you subdue him?!” Vash asked, shaking glass from his face while already rushing in the opposite direction.

“Excuse me?!” he hissed, ducking as the man swung at him, as he fought for his gun back.

“Please!” Vash begged, sliding around the corner and dropping himself down into the ship, ignoring the ladder completely.

Meryl yelped—Meryl.

He grabbed her by the back of her collar and hauled her away from the ladder, tucking her up under his arm as Roberto jogged after him. “I'll ask later what you two are both doing here.”

Meryl gave an apologetic laugh.

“Right now, I need either a map or the control room. I need to find their plant room,” he demanded, setting her down. “There are bandits on the ship and a guy with a huge gun just started shooting people above deck. Either you help or you hide.”

“Hiding, got it,” Roberto agreed.

“What, no! We help!” Meryl countered. “I saw a map…um…ohh, shoot where the hell was it?!” She yelled, scratching her head.

He heard his sister scream again. The ship was starting to slow down. If they disconnected her completely and abruptly, the ship would lurch too hard and might hurt a ton of people if not nose dive into the sand and flip up and over at the speed they were going. Or depending on how the ship was set up, it might not be able to slow down at all without her and would crash into something.

“Where are you…?!” he hissed, bolting down the hall, just to be met with bandits climbing down. He sighed, gun out and held like a tonfa.

He didn't have time for this. And his wrist was killing him.

By the time he managed to find the plant room, he was worried he had been too late. But a man stood there with her tank removed, his face half covered, his hair neatly pulled back into a ponytail.

Vash shot at his hand, the man not even flinching or attempting to move. He just stared at the bullet wound in his hand…and watched it heal. Vash's eyes went wide, but he aimed again.

“That was a warning. Put it back.”

The man stared. He looked Vash over. He couldn't tell what his deal was. He wasn't saying anything, wasn't shooting, wasn't bargaining.

Instead, he pressed the fingers of what had been his injured hand to his ear. “There’s a gunman with the plant and I. Orders, Nico?”

He heard a muffled response.

The man pulled the two guns off of his back and started shooting with the intent of unloading the entire set of clips into Vash. His coat got grazed, a flashy distraction that made him look bigger than he was as he ducked behind the wall.

He didn't have time for this…!

He needed to get the plant put back. He needed it hooked back up to the ship. The guy could wait. Vash threw himself back into the empty room when he heard the clips empty, running around him to the other side of the tank and using the straps he had put around it to tug her back, to try to connect her again.

The clips were reloaded, the guns aimed at him again.

Vash ducked down, slithered back around to the other side, the man watching him through the water and following after. There was nowhere to hide. He had no backup. This sucked!

All he could do was dodge bullets and use the movement to shove and adjust the plant where he needed it. Back. Closer. Connect—connect with the ship!

“Please!” he begged her, out loud and in a way she could hear, his body lighting up in desperation.

Another bullet, Vash barely avoiding it. Slowly, as he desperately danced around her and avoided getting hurt, did she start to unfurl. She had called for him. She had asked for help.

She liked the humans on the steamer, didn't she? A set, proper schedule and time to rest. Constant check-ins and maintenance. She was so well-cared-for by them, wasn't she? It was why she had called for help, right? Not every plant was treated as well as she was and it was such a comfortable life, wasn't it? So, help him help her maintain it. Please connect to the ship again!

There was a yell through the headset and the man stopped shooting, frozen in such a jarring mid-movement Vash had wondered if he and his sister had done something to him.

“…Nico…?” he asked quietly. He lowered his gun, finger to the headset. “Nico?” he asked again. His eyes flickered between the plant and Vash, between the door and his gun. 

He bolted. Vash stared after him, confused and dumbfounded. He decided he didn't care. He'd get her put back. She pressed her fingers to the glass as he pushed just a hair more. She connected easily at his request.

“Thank you. Thanks…” he mumbled, the room spinning. She had been talking the entire time and talking with plants always left him exhausted. He'd take getting shot at any day in comparison with how much energy it left him.

Plants always exhausted something in his very being, the thing that made him Vash. It was like every time he spoke with them, they took a little bit of him so they could understand him, so he could understand them and what they wanted. But she was back.

She'd slow the steamer to ensure it didn't crash or cause any other problems. Of course she would. Because her brother asked. She wanted to talk more. They always did.

“Vash…?”

“Those marks…it's like a plant…”

He always felt bad he couldn't talk with them longer before it got to him.

Despite not paying for one, Legato had somehow gotten Vash a private room on the steamer. Perhaps it had been saving most of that granted him proper rest.

Legato had destroyed the man referred to as Nico's earpiece while they fought. He had hurt him severely, but he could also heal himself like the man in the plant room. He needed vials instead of it happening naturally, however. But apparently, despite his yelling, the man on the lower floors had taken the black haired man with him and abandoned the plant, like his worry had overridden his logic about the whole ordeal.

“Meryl had found the map she was looking for, and in turn found you along with Roberto…and she found out what I'm assuming is your secret. That you're some kind of plant.”

He said it so plainly, with no room to feign ignorance. Vash kept his mouth shut. Legato sighed through his nose as he sat next to him on the bed.

“You know, he could have broken your nose if you pulled back any slower,” Legato explained, fingers gently brushing the cut bridge of Vash's nose. He relaxed slightly, like a pet recognizing where they were, realizing Legato didn't have his gloves on. His hands were always so gentle, like his voice.

“Yeah…I'm more upset about the glasses,” he sighed. “I've only got one more pair left before I have to try and find more. I like these ones…”

Legato chuckled. “Aside from that, how are you feeling?”

“Exhausted,” Vash admitted, Legato's hand cupping the side of his face and letting him lull into it.

“I'm sure. Although, there is one more thing I'm curious about, while I have you alone.” Vash tensed up again, Legato's hand sitting on his thigh. “You didn't say when, last time, but looked like you were about to.” It took Vash a second to remember what he was talking about, the memory clicking into place as he eased his hand up his thigh. Right. Dinner. “Tell me…now that I know…If I were to try again, would you still say it?”

“I…it's weird…” Vash mumbled. “It's not like a human's.”

“Is it?” Legato asked, turning his palm so his wrist was level with Vash's hips, so his fingers were between his legs.

“Yeah…” Vash confirmed, the comforting smell of flowers making him relaxed enough to spread his knees apart.

“So, is that a no?” he asked, palm pressed to Vash's belly, fingers in the rim of his pants. He didn't answer. He stared at his hand. He stared as Legato undid the button of Vash's pants to put his hand against his throbbing cock.

He exhaled hard through his nose, brows furrowed, but he didn't stop him. Perhaps he was just getting what he asked for. He wanted this and now he had no reason to say no. He pressed his forehead against Legato's shoulder, cool fingers on heated skin.

“So did you…during my checkups, were you…?”

“That was purely medical…but I can do those and appreciate how you look,” Legato agreed, Vash's cock curling around his hand. Legato gave it a squeeze and a gentle tug, squelching in his hand as it released pleasure. “I agree…this is weird. You should let me see more of it,” Legato encouraged in his ear. Vash shivered. “Show me, Vash?”

The dizziness that sat in his brain reminded him of what it was like to talk to his sisters. Only this was more overtly pleasurable. Vash spread his legs further for Legato, who helped remove his pants. Then, he sat back down and spread his legs on full display, for a human.

His cock curled slightly in the air, prehensile. The skin texture faded from something human to more of an off-cream like his sisters, an off-pink at the tip, the entire thing slick and gooey like a fish. His pussy underneath it sat open, dribbling from a slit that never really closed properly once aroused. The layers of lips around it throbbed, petal-like and thinner the closer to his entrance they were. The tips of the petals and deep inside were that same off-pink.

Legato's eyes went wide at the sight. “Well, now…aren't you lovely.” Vash nibbled at his bottom lip in reply. “May I?”

He nodded. Legato used both hands to touch him. One to brush his fingertips around his petals, to press inside of his open entrance. The other hand let Vash curl his cock around it, squeezed and stroked like he was trying to milk it.

It felt good to be touched by someone else. It didn't even hurt at all. Vash gasped, skin warm as he tucked his chin down to his collarbone. Legato's hands were practiced, yet exploratory. The room smelled so sweet it was going to make him sick. He smelled like that. Aquatic and floral. He sounded like that, wet and gooey.

“Legato,” he moaned. He felt so good—Legato's fingers felt so good inside of him and jerking him off. It was so easy for him to add a third, to stroke inside of him with those three long fingers.

“Cum if you need to,” he encouraged, nosing at Vash's ear. “That is the point of me touching you.”

“Sorry—sorry,” Vash choked an apology, a shamelessly quick shot to his surprise. He usually came fast to his own touch and given the infrequency, but this just made him look desperate. Thick, gooey like sap or honey and almost clear dribbled out from his pussy, his cock producing droplets of moisture that bubbled up like heavy morning dew before being too full to retain their shape and dripping down towards his quivering petals.

“Shhh…don't apologize. Just show me what you look like when you cum.”

“I—ah…ha… yes,” Vash agreed, sure to keep his legs spread for him. It felt good to. The vulnerability didn't hurt. In fact, the entire ordeal on the steamer had been worth this one instance, even if it never happened ever again. Thankfully, Legato just smiled and continued to touch him.

“Lay back if you'd like. I don't think I'm done quite yet,” he hummed, slick hands continuing to finger Vash and jerk him off. He moaned and slid back against the bed, closing his eyes to enjoy it more.

Chapter Text

Legato having permission to touch Vash didn't immediately mean he had leaned too hard into it. If anything, it felt like some odd series of events he had dreamed up. But just like the balled up mess of tissues in the jeep, there were moments where Legato leaned into his space during their pitstop trip.

He wanted to go Home. He didn't feel quite right and wanted Brad to also look at his arm since it was now starting to lock up weird on him after using Legato's wires twice. He was sure he'd scold him, but he'd fix it. Of course, Meryl and Roberto followed. Of course Legato found it natural to accompany his patient.

“A spaceship?” Meryl whispered in disbelief. “Can I take photos?”

“I'd prefer if you didn't,” Vash requested awkwardly.

“Aww…okay.”

“Not because it's a secret, but more because it would be like if I came into your house and asked you if I could take photos of it,” Vash explained as he typed away on a keyboard that appeared to be dead until he input the code correctly. The floor shifted, Meryl latching onto Roberto, then raised them up and inside the ship.

“You live here?” Legato asked.

“Well…yes and no. It's my home, but I don't stay here all the time. I wander around too much. And besides…I can't stay long since I have somewhere to be…”

“Julai,” Roberto finished for him, still suspicious of his reasoning.

“Yeah. But it's also good to see how everyone is doing and if they need anything, so.” He smiled as he explained, as he lied. He was worried about himself and selfishly wanted Brad and Luida. His head felt odd. Like he was waiting for his sister to reply to him. Like he hadn't woken up properly.

Legato was a doctor and he was one that seemed to know what he was doing as well as being the kind of person who was good to his patients. But also Legato made him cum so hard he got it on the wall the first time he got in his pants sexually, so he wasn't quite sure if there was bias there or not.

Once the elevator stopped, Vash had to input more key codes for them to open again. He made his way down some hallways, poking his head into some rooms until he found Luida in the garden.

“Surprise!” he called out to her.

“Oh! Vash!” She slowly got up to her feet, Vash jogging over to help her. “Oh my, and you've brought friends.” She smiled at all of them, Vash not having the heart to correct her, so he kept his mouth shut.

“Everyone, this is Luida,” he introduced.

“It's beautiful out here…” Meryl looked around in awe. “Did you do all this?”

“Introduce yourself before you start an interview, newbie,” Roberto scolded, making her stiffen up. Legato chuckled at them.

“Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Legato Bluesummers. This young miss is Meryl Stryfe, and this is Roberto DeNiro.”

Roberto nodded at her. “Nice to meet you.”

“A pleasure to meet all of you as well. Did you travel far? Do you need rest and food?” she offered, hand out to guide them.

“Oh, Luida do you know where Brad is? I want him to inspect my arm. I might have uh…” he trailed off, earning a coy smile and a chuckle from her. They both knew he was going to get in trouble for that.

“Try storage,” she offered, meaning cryo storage.

“Thanks!” he called as he broke out into a jog, leaving Roberto, Meryl, and Legato with her.

In the time it took Brad to give him a tune up and yell at him about taking care of what flesh was left of his body, that had apparently been enough time for Legato to take over the kitchen. Something about how much he always ate made him nauseous. Granted he reasonably made enough food for everyone to have seconds if they wanted, plates with clean edges and presented politely. It just felt so jarring to have that put in front of them and then watch him practically swallow solid food and eat twice as much.

Vash watched the way everyone talked around it, like he hadn't just chugged his third bowl of potato and gnocchi soup. Meryl and Roberto were on their second bowl, Brad and Luida happy to polish off the one, Vash barely having touched his.

“Vash?” Legato called gently, wiping his mouth and standing up, nodding towards the kitchen.

Vash nodded to Luida, who he had been listening to along with Roberto, getting up to follow Legato back into the kitchen.

“Yes?” he asked as the door closed behind him.

“Do you want to eat something else?” he offered, Vash giving a confused hum in reply. “You've barely touched your food but haven't eaten much in the past few days. Did I misunderstand? Do you not need to eat the way people do?”

“Oh, no! I'm mostly…well, I—” he was kind of like a person. Somewhat. The older he got the more he realized that wasn't particularly true. But saying it outloud felt like betraying the memories Rem had of him. That he wasn't that little boy anymore. “I'm just not hungry, I think,” he lied.

“Like on the steamer? Or after the worm? Are you more hungry if people aren't around to watch you eat? Do you have very specific preferences?” Legato asked, leaning against the counter.

“I…” Vash's eyes flicked around the kitchen.

“I'm not asking to be cruel, I’m asking to be genuine. I hear foliage back on earth got a lot of their nutrients from the sun. Does that apply to you?”

Vash shook his head. “No, I need to eat.”

The sigh that left Legato made him wince, made him expect to be asked why he wasn't then. But he didn't. “You know when I was a child,” he started, crossing his arms and looking away from Vash. “I didn't know when I would get to eat. And I mean that in every regard. I didn't know what it was, where it was coming from if at all,” he explained, eyes searching the nearest wall.

“I'm sorry…That must have been terrible,” Vash apologized.

Legato hummed. “It changes how you grow. It changes how you behave. It changes your relationship with food. So…what's your relationship with it? I only notice because I recognize my own.” Legato asked, patting the counter next to him. Vash hesitated, but came over. He loosely folded his fingers together the best he could with one still in a brace.

“Well…I just…I feel guilty.” He was the only one between himself and Nai that needed to eat. He ate enough for the both of them when Rem was there. Then he hurt so many people. He didn't earn the right to comforts, to food, to his own body. It was best if the humans ate and if they used his body how they needed it.

“About?” Legato prompted after a long bout of silence.

“Everything…” Vash whispered.

“I see…But you still need it, don't you?” He asked, arm pressed to Vash's.

Vash nodded.

Legato hummed. “Should I feed you then?”

“Huh?” Vash blurted out, red in the face instantly.

“Should I feed you?” Legato offered with a smile that made his eyes narrow. “I'm still caring for you while you recover. In order to heal, it's important you eat well. And since you're always recovering from something, I guess it's only fair I make you special meals with particular vitamins. Will you be more likely to eat if it’s terribly bitter? If it's a punishment?” he asked, leaning into Vash's space.

“I…um…”

“I'll bring you something different then,” Legato decided, leaving the kitchen. “I'll come find you when it's done,” he called over his shoulder.

That hadn't gone at all how he expected—worse, it weirdly enough followed Vash's line of thinking and he probably would be more inclined to eat it if it was terrible. Waste and scraps, good things for everyone else. He ducked his ears down and tugged his shoulders up and left the kitchen.

True to his word, Vash's meal had been…different. It was bitter and overly salty, it sat in the back of his throat oddly and worse, Vash had the wildest wet dreams that left him with a terrible hard on and a dripping pussy.

He was glad he had his room to himself because he was disoriented when he woke up, unsure of what was a dream he couldn't remember and what was the reality of where he was. He just knew he ached. He knew he couldn't jerk himself off and finger himself with his wrist. So he had to do the best he could with his prosthetic.

Jerking himself off made his pussy ache and fingering himself, even with four fingers, just made his cock drool and beg for release he couldn't quite reach. It was frustrating.

He had no idea what time it was, if anyone else was even awake or if everyone was awake. He just tugged his pants on the best he could, dick writhing. He walked with his coat half zipped up, thighs pressed tightly together so his dick couldn't escape.

He needed to complain to Legato—or to let him fix it. He was a doctor. He could lower the dosage or give him something else. He just needed to find him before someone else caught him, sweaty and hair mussed and breathing heavily like he had a fever. If Luida found him, it was all over and she would try to tend to him first. He needed Legato. He needed to be jerked off and fingered by Legato.

A fleeting thought of wonder came: what if Legato had drugged him like this on purpose? Sweet relief to compensate for the bitter dinner?

That was stupid. Vash disregarded the thought and skulked around hallways until he got to Legato's room. He knocked.

“Come in,” Legato called. Vash opened his door, Legato sitting on the edge of his borrowed bed with his legs crossed, reading his bible again.

Vash closed the door behind him. “Help?” he pleaded. Legato immediately set his book down and stood up.

“What's wrong?”

“I…It…whatever you gave me,” Vash choked, fiddling with his zipper.

“Show me?” Legato encouraged, since Vash couldn't get the words out. He felt dizzy, like he was going to faint. He undid his zipper, struggled with his pants.

Legato had to help him.

“I feel so warm…and I can't…And I need both and my hand is—Legato, help?” Vash begged, drool pooling in his mouth. “And don't ever give me what you gave me ever again,” he added desperately.

Legato stared at him, his cock curling around his wrist. “…Come lay down,” he encouraged, guiding Vash by his wet, sticky cock.

He groaned, panting heavily at the tug to it. But he sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread. Legato removed his pants for him, Vash's pussy juice so thick it stuck to his pants until it was as thin as a spider's web before finally breaking. The room was choked with the cloying smell of flowers.

“Tell me how you need it,” Legato requested, removing his gloves.

“Both—please? Please, all of your fingers inside of me and be rough at the base and—yes…!” Vash groaned as Legato immediately followed his request. He shoved all four of his fingers into his soft, wet, warm pussy. He gripped the base of his sticky cock roughly and tugged at it while squeezing what was curled into his palm. He moaned, arching as Legato helped him, as he gave him relief. He was still so warm. He was still so desperate.

But he got both because he asked. His cock and pussy throbbed, Vash whining before practically chuffling like a small animal. “Yes—yes, please…! Harder,” he begged, Legato tugging at him harder, roughly shoving his fingers in and out of him. Vash tipped his hips down, letting them hit the soft bundle of nerves that the base of his cock was attached to. “Legato,” he groaned desperately.

“Going to cum?” Legato asked with a soft laugh.

“Ye-yeaaa—hmmmm…!” Vash arched so hard his spine popped. His cock bloated with moisture beads that swelled and popped quickly all over Legato's hand, soaking all of his petals and down into his own pussy. His gooey, excessive pussy that Legato was finger fucking so hard that it flicked a mess all over the bed and his clothes.

Vash wanted to apologize. He wanted to offer to clean it up. But his orgasm wouldn't stop for him to remember how to speak like a normal person. He just shrieked and hummed, pussy dripping thick, mellow molasses globs of cum after the thin mess had sprayed all over. And Legato didn't seem bothered.

He spread his fingers inside of his pussy, warmed from the heat of him, and kept roughly shoving them into the mess. His pussy throbbed, his thighs shook. The tug to his cock made Vash jerk his head back and choke.

“Legato…!” he was so rough and it felt amazing. To be treated cruelly, just for it to result in pleasure—he had to have done it on purpose. The idea of it being an accident was lost on him as he struggled to lower his hips back down onto the bed. He couldn't get his feet to relax, jerking and clicking in response to muscle twitches.

Good—the pressure felt so good. His eyes welled up and his back felt soaked. His pussy kept throbbing and the petals tried to curl around Legato's fingers and wrist like it was trying to suck him him, keep him close.

“Wh…what did you give me…?” Vash choked, gripping the sheets.

“Something to help. Is it working?” Legato asked, voice even despite the painful, blissful tug and squeeze he was giving Vash's dick.

“Yes…!” he didn't want to yell, but he'd grated his throat to keep his voice down. Legato chuckled, amused by his response.

“Shall I keep going, Vash?”

“Yes—please?” he begged. “Please keep going? Don't stop?”

Legato hummed, the sheets under Vash soaked while his pussy continued to drool all over them.

He significantly lessened whatever he fed him after that. There was always a subtle, bitter tinge to Vash's portion of food, a sign Legato was still drugging him despite his request not to. But his wrist healed much quicker than normal and while he was aware of how often he listened to Roberto make Meryl scream, he wasn't falling all over himself trying to cum anymore. The worst thing that happened was that he was just too warm all of the time.

So, he decided to change and bring different clothes with him. He couldn't bear the long sleeves of his usual shirt, replacing it with a sleeveless turtleneck that liked to ride up and expose a strip of his stomach if he wasn't careful. But clothes were expensive and he was too warm for anything else.

“My, my,” Legato purred like a large cat. “I know you're shy about people seeing your body given the scarring, but I have to say this sort of thing suits you more,” he praised, leaning in his doorway.

“I'm just warm,” Vash tried to explain, clearly embarrassed by the praise. Legato surely only said it because he was attracted to him. He came further into Vash's room, leaning himself up against a wall to stare at him.

“I mean it. You have a charming figure. A narrow waist, broad shoulders and hips…You're endearing to look at,” he insisted, Vash staring at him, red in the face. “It makes me wonder something that might be inappropriate.”

“Well…uh…” Vash rubbed the back of his head. “I mean I'm fine with you touching me, so a question can't be that bad.” He sat on his red coat and faced him, arms resting over his knees.

“Is your anatomy practical? I mean in the regards of getting someone else pregnant and getting pregnant yourself? You can't self-reproduce, I'm assuming?” Legato asked, coming over to sit next to him.

“Oh, no. Or that would make jerking off really risky,” he chuckled. “But honestly, I don't know,” he admitted.

“As much as you care so deeply for others, I'm surprised you haven't made an attempt to find out. I think being a parent would suit you,” Legato praised, stroking his hair just to tuck it behind his ear.

“Well I don't know about that,” Vash laughed awkwardly. “Besides, I don't know if I'm compatible with humans like that and I've…never really bothered to try,” he admitted. “And I'd be worried…” he added, a little more seriously, a little more hesitantly.

“About?” Legato promoted, a hand on his knee, encouraging.

“That they'd be like me.”

“I personally see a lot of endearing traits,” Legato promised, gloved hand tipping his chin up so Vash could look at him. He thought for just a moment that he would kiss him. “Which ones are you worried about so I can ease those anxieties?”

He licked his lips and pulled away. “Well…I feel like I have a hard time getting along and bonding with humans, as much as I like them. I don't really understand them the way I think they understand each other…Like I enjoy people watching—but it's in part to copy them. I don't want them to know I'm a plant. I was always told to keep that a secret. It was an accident that you, Meryl, and Roberto found out...” he admitted.

The hand at his knee came around to his lower back, soothing exposed skin. Vash leaned into his touch. 

“I can understand that. In part, it's why I'm a doctor. I feel that seeing what's wrong with people and figuring out how to cure that, how people react to sickness and loss, helps me understand them better. So given how you behave, what habits I've noticed, I think that's actually helped us grow closer. Don't you?” Legato asked, placing his other hand on Vash's knee and adjusting to face him a little better.

His eyes went a little wide as he studied him. “I've never really thought about it like that before,” he admitted. “I try not to look at negative things like that. I'm worried I’ll be influenced by it or that I'll just contribute to it.”

“It's a reasonable worry, but then it leaves you missing the bigger nuance of how humans interact. Take for example when you were startled to notice humans being intimate in public spaces and in front of others,” Legato offered.

Vash frowned. “I guess you're right…”

“And it isn't as if you need to do it all at once. Take it slow, ease into the change you're trying to give yourself, but change. If you want me to be there, if you want to show me your changes, I'll be happy to witness them and praise your efforts Vash.”

Vash stared at him. At those warm, sunshine yellow eyes. At the curve of his nose, the way his hair sat, the way the light gave it highlights.

“I'd like that…” he mumbled softly, leaning in to kiss him. Legato not only let him, but he also leaned closer to kiss him. It was brief and sweet, his saliva delicious. He pulled away, still staring.

“…I do…have a confession,” he admitted. “I haven't been entirely truthful with you. I'm a doctor, but not really for humans…You see, I'm not completely human either. Thus the gloves…It's most noticeable on my hands.”

Legato gently removed them, a soft glow of excitement in geometric patterns. Vash's eyes went wide.

“Wait, you're a plant?” But he hadn't been able to hear his feelings at all despite him being this close.

“Shh,” Legato quickly interrupted, glancing at the door. When nothing happened, he continued. “No. I was made to share similar genetics as a plant. The doctor that did it intended it out of kindness, to save me…but all I can remember is how painful it was. It's by all means a genetic mutation—like cancer. It ate away at my human body and changed me completely…it left me in agony and in indescribable pain. It left me unable to move and the only balm for it was sitting in water for extended hours like a tanked plant.”

He sounded so bitter—he sounded so scared. Vash held his hand.

“Every so often I still need that…it's why I'm going back to Julai. They have enough water there for my treatments. In the meanwhile, while I roam I can offer basic services for humans any common doctor can. But overall, I'm there to ascertain the health of plants.”

Vash's eyes went wide. “The plant in Jeneora Rock…They said it was red but when I went everything was fine you—you fixed it?” Vash asked, unable to keep his voice even. “You—oh my gosh! ”

Vash couldn't help it—he threw his arms around Legato, squeezing him tightly. “You're amazing! I'm so sorry you had to be hurt to be amazing, but you're amazing, Legato!” 

“Do you think so?” he asked with a chuckle, hugging Vash back.

“Yes! You're—a human doctor and a plant doctor and a plant like me and kind and, and…! So attractive and—”

“Slow down,” Legato laughed, stroking his cheek with his thumbs. “Thank you for all the compliments.”

“You're welcome! Can I kiss you again?” Vash asked, already staring at his mouth.

“What kind of kisses?” he purred. “You just lathered me with praise after I opened my heart to you. I think it's only fair you show me what my options are.”

Vash let out soft, embarrassed laughter, feeling his face get warm. “Okay…” he agreed, giving him a chaste, simple kiss first. Then he kissed him longer, humming happily as he did. Then, he licked his lips as he pulled back just a hair. The third kiss was more intense, his tongue lapping at Legato's lips and asking for entrance. Legato opened his mouth for him, Vash embarrassed by how much he liked how his mouth tasted.

Maybe it was because Legato had been human, maybe it was because he was a plant; maybe it was because Vash had always been more of a plant than a human, maybe it was because of how badly he wanted to be a human.

But he knew he liked it. He knew tongue kissing him was enjoyable. He knew he was greedy about it, Legato humming and stroking his hair back out of his face.

“Pretty boy,” he cooed at Vash, Vash half whining and licking at his mouth as he was forced to stop. He wanted more tongue kisses. He wanted more of Legato. “I thought you were supposed to be showing me my options, not picking which one you want more,” he chuckled.

“I'm sorry. Can I show you again?” Vash requested, half lidded eyes staring at his mouth.

“Show me,” Legato encouraged, voice low, hands soothing his exposed, overheated skin. Vash led with a tongue kiss this time. He knew he was lying to himself about behaving, about giving him regular sensual kisses and then a chaste kiss after. He just wanted to taste him. Something vaguely familiar that made him yearn, that made his skin warm. He stroked Vash's hips, groaning in reply as he suckled on his tongue.

“I really do like you in things like this. You're tantalizing,” he insisted, kissing Vash's cheek. Then, the other. Then, his throat, Vash groaning softly. His hands ran up Vash's sides, up his shirt, exposing his nipple and chest plate. Vash pressed his arms closer, letting Legato touch him. He was much more sensual about his touches compared to his inspection. He lightly pinched Vash's nipple between his thumb and index finger, Vash moaning.

His eyes flickered up from Vash's chest, something in them a warning Vash missed as he leaned in to kiss him again. He wanted more. He greedily moaned against his mouth.

“Take your clothes off,” Legato instructed against his mouth, Vash pulling away to tug his shirt over his head while kicking his boots off. He had never gotten out of his pants so quickly, licking his lips as he dropped himself on Legato's lap to continue kissing him, a cloud overtaking his head.

“Spread your legs.”

Vash did as he was told, as long as he got more kisses. Cold hands to his warm pussy made him moan.

“You're so wet,” Legato told him, voice dropping low and being accompanied by lots of vocal fry. “Do you like me? Is that why?” he teased.

“Yes, I like you,” Vash gasped into his mouth.

“Show me how much you like me,” Legato demanded, Vash's head throbbing like he'd smacked it on something. He couldn't keep his eyes open.

“How?” Vash asked, voice pitched up into a whine, licking and nibbling at his lips.

“Cum for me,” Legato offered, fingers brushing along all of his dripping, open petals. “But just from your pussy,” he added. “I won't touch your dick. But you'll cum for me, won't you Vash?”

“Yes,” he agreed immediately, without thought or hesitation. Anything he wanted. It was hard to cum from just his pussy, but he was sure if it was Legato touching him he could. He spread his legs so wide he could rest them on either side of Legato's, back to his chest and angled so he could still kiss him.

Legato stuffed him full of his fingers right away, Vash gasped and writhed, but refused to take his mouth away from him. His nipple felt hard, his dick twitched and sought heat. Four fingers. He took them so well. He was so wet. His pussy was so wet. He could feel it dripping all over his thighs, making a mess of Legato's pants. And Legato tasted addicting. Vash couldn't keep his tongue in his mouth or his hand to himself. He kept trying to cradle his face, as if the tender gesture would get him more affection.

His dick wrapped around Legato's wrist—who uncurled it. “No. You said you were going to show me how much you liked me by only cumming from your pussy,” he reminded.

“Sorry,” Vash whined, just wanting his tongue back in Legato's mouth. He spread his fingers and Vash squealed like a little animal about it.

“Vash? Is that—oh. I'm sorry. He just sounded like he was hurt,” Luida chuckled from the doorway, unbothered by Vash, who was essentially her son, having his bloomed pussy being finger fucked in front her.

“No worries at all,” Legato promised, Vash whining and kissing his cheek, riding his fingers like it was his cock. He could cum from this. He could, really! He wanted to—Michael he wanted to cum from this!

“Wanna cum,” Vash complained, Legato gently shushing him. Right. Quiet. He could shut up and just cum, he was so right. 

“You know I have to admit I'm not used to him bringing friends, so I'm really happy to see he's started to open up more. Oh,” she gestured to his pussy and chuckled, Legato also getting a chuckle out of it.

“Well I'm happy to hear it. He deserves to have someone who recognizes his value aside from what's on a wanted poster. People can be so cruel.”

Cum, cum, cum, he wanted to cum!! He wanted to cum so bad his fingers felt so good and he had to show Legato he liked him by cumming from his pussy—he could do it. He was gonna cum so hard and show him he liked him so much!

Vash shrieked, arching his head back over Legato's shoulder as he squirted so hard it reached the door, thick and floral. Luida didn't even move. She let it hit her leg.

“Well I'll let you two have fun. Thank you again, Legato.”

“Of course,” he replied casually, still finger fucking Vash like he hadn't just cum. Luida walked away and he smiled, stroking Vash's hair. “Sorry, I missed it. Cum for me again, Vash?”

“Yeah,” he choked, still twitching as his pussy still throbbed, still pulsed cum all over his lap and his dick still drooled. “Yeah, I can do it again. I can cum again,” he promised, tears in his eyelashes.

He felt weird. His legs were numb. His pussy kept fluttering.

“Then show me again,” Legato encouraged, rougher with him, Vash still cumming from the first orgasm. He struggled, oversensitive and desperate to get away from the threat of another orgasm.

“Shhh…Be a good boy,” Legato encouraged, licking Vash's lips. He whimpered, desperate to get his tongue back in his mouth. He could totally do it again because Legato said so. So, he could. So, Vash behaved and dropped his hips so hard on Legato's fingers it felt like being fucked for real. He hadn't considered it, but he decided he'd let Legato put his dick in him for real if he wanted to!

He'd feel good. Legato made him feel good when he felt bad before. He felt good. This was good. His brain felt bad. He couldn't focus and he didn't feel like himself. But Legato would fix it. Legato would fix him, he told him he was a plant doctor and Vash was a plant and his patient. Legato would fix him and make him cum. He'd cum for Legato because that was what Legato wanted and he wanted whatever Legato wanted right now—oh and his spit! He wanted his spit. He liked his spit and his fingers and he was gonna get to cum again and that was great! He couldn't remember the dream that made him super horny the first time Legato drugged him, but it had to be this!

It had to be Legato finger fucking his raw pussy so hard it turned his brain off and made him shoot big loads that bubbled around the corners of his pussy Legato was fucking—finger fucking—he wanted to fuck for reaaaall! He wanted it. He wanted his dick! He could feel it through his pants against his ass and it was big. It would fill him up so good!

“Good boy,” Legato cooed, face glowing like Vash's, hands glowing as he continued to finger his pussy that was also glowing with plant patterns. “Wanna show me how you cum again?”

“Yes!” He was overstimulated with desire. It felt so good he didn't want to think about anything else. So, Vash didn't. The room smelled good. Oh. The floral smell had been Legato's this whole time. How nice!

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It was so much easier to get felt up when he had less clothes in the way. He couldn't help the way he started to wear his jacket so his shoulders were exposed, so Legato could wiggle his fingers into the side where his armpits were and play with his nipple in the car.

Vash would nibble on his bottom lip and listen to Roberto and Meryl bicker or touch each other. The wet sounds got to him the most. It reminded him of what his own body sounded like. It didn't matter if Meryl was jerking off Roberto or if he was fingering her. Both made him throb with want. Both made him so wet.

But aside from the touching, Legato had gotten sweeter on him. Not only did he always make sure Vash ate, but also he had practically designated himself in charge of everything else about him. It was almost romantic he could tell by the consistency and smell of his cum how hydrated he was. He could tell when Vash had to go to the bathroom after he fed him like clockwork. He even always wanted to spoil him in the bath or with a wipe down if only small amounts of water and a wash cloth were available. He was thorough about it, even if it left Vash wanting.

He was so kind. He was so good to him. Vash, of course, always wanted to cuddle up to him in reply. He never had a boyfriend before. He'd never been with someone who was always this kind without question before. He liked Legato. 

The only thing that made him anxious was Legato touching him around other people that weren't Brad and Luida, that weren't Roberto and Meryl. Vash would order food and Legato would sneak his hands up under his coat and squeeze his ass. He would pay for a room and Legato would slip his fingers in his shirt and fondle his chest. Now, they had all accidentally handled a bounty and ended up with extra cash and decided to go out to eat. Before they had even gotten their drinks, he had unbuttoned Vash's pants to jerk him off.

It was amazing; it was humiliating.

“Stop?” Legato whispered as the server asked Meryl what she wanted to order.

Vash whined and pressed his forehead to his shoulder.

Legato hummed and let his cock go, fingers going lower. Vash spread his legs. He wanted it. He liked when Legato fingered him. It always felt good. He found he preferred it to bring jerked off. He could never say no when he offered, even if it was in public. It felt too good and it was normal, wasn't it? As long as no one actually saw what was in his pants, he'd be fine, right?

“I'm gonna make a mess,” Vash warned, pussy tensing around his fingers.

Legato ignored him and ordered their food.

“Legato,” he whined. “Please?”

“Then don't wear pants,” Legato whispered wrist jerking as he fingered him harder. Vash slammed his head down on the table and stomped his foot, feeling his body tense before—Legato stopped. He had been so close to cumming and he stopped. Vash should have kept his mouth shut. He should have let him finger him until he left a puddle on the restaurant floor.

He panted into the table, full of remorse. Legato removed his hand. He wiped it with the cloth napkin, continuing to talk to Roberto.

Good. Too good. He wanted it.

He only raised his head when the waitress came back with their food.

By the time dinner was over, he had removed his pants and zipped his jacket up entirely. On their way out, Legato squeezed his ass, then slid his fingers between his thighs and pressed his coat up into his wet pussy before letting go and just holding his waist.

“Legato!”

He chuckled, giving him a smile. “Yes Vash?”

He burned with embarrassment despite no one around them finding it odd. Roberto and Meryl trailed behind them, also unbothered.

“I don't know why you're so embarrassed. Will you be this shy when I put more than my fingers in you?” Legato asked, thumb stroking his hip. Vash's eyes flicked to those around them. No one reacted.

Normal. It was normal. He was the one acting odd about it. Even Luida had said she hadn't been bothered because she knew about the changes in humanity. She had been glad he was keeping with trends and fitting in. She was glad he had Legato.

“I…” he huffed, shoving his face against his shoulder. Legato chuckled.

“Would you like me to?” he cooed down at him, Vash snapping his head up so hard he almost headbutted him. He looked over his glasses at him without a word. “Show me you want it,” Legato whispered. “Cum for me in public where other people can see. Show me you want me to fuck you raw and give you everything that comes after.”

Meaning he'd cum in him. Meaning he'd get him pregnant. He mentioned it so often Vash wondered if he was into it sexually rather than just trying to potentially start a family. Or maybe he just liked the idea of Vash presenting more feminine rather than masculine.

“And…think about it. Really, think about it. If there are more plants like you, or even like me, imagine how much they could help people,” Legato suggested, genuinely appealing to Vash. He did consider it for a moment. How more of them could help his sisters, how helping them would help the humans.

“But you want me to cum in a public place…?” he confirmed, staring at the dick in Legato's pants.

“Would you prefer a test drive of my body in public instead?” Legato offered.

“Test drive how…?”

“I'll let you touch it and kiss all over it if you want,” he offered. “But you still have to show me you want it.” Vash felt his pussy throb, his dick bending and curling at his belly.

“…Can I?”

“Of course,” Legato promised, nosing at his jaw. “Let's find some place for adults and I'll let you.” Let him. Be allowed to. Legato covered his body as much as Vash did, so it genuinely was a privilege. Had becoming a plant ruined him too? Was he full of scars and wounds from what happened?

Vash turned his head so he could kiss him. He hummed softly, always in love with the taste of his mouth. He kissed him again, Legato pressing him up against the wall of the bar.

Bar? Right. They had—bar. It didn't matter.

Vash felt Legato press his hips against his, the promise of his cock if he wanted to take it. The bar was dim. It smelled like alcohol and flowers. They smelled like alcohol and flowers. Vash didn't remember drinking anything, but his head swam like when he was drunk, so he must have had something.

“Do you want it?” Legato offered, rolling his hips up into Vash's. His zipper was undone, chest exposed, Legato pinching his nipple in encouragement.

“Yes,” Vash moaned, kissing his neck before sliding down to his knees. Legato smiled, eyes glinting in the dark.

He undid his pants and pulled his cock out for Vash—who moaned immediately, his dick writhing against his belly and his pussy dripping so heavily it touched the floor and didn't break. He wanted it. He wanted his fat, massive cock that was too big to be normal. It probably wasn't. Vash kissed it. He frowned and kissed it again, using his tongue.

He suckled on the head of it, trying to get Legato to cum. The movie in the theater was too loud, but it covered the sucking sounds Vash was making on his cock. He looked regal, chin in his hand and watching Vash. He used his hand, the hand with the wrist Legato had cared for, and started jerking him off.

He'd never get the entire thing in his mouth. It was too big. How was he going to get that in his pussy? Did it matter? The taste. He hummed, sucking harder and bobbing his head the best he could.

He wondered how much of it he could swallow, actually. He tried his best to see, to get as much of it as he could down his throat.

“Take it slow,” Legato reminded.

Vash hummed around his cock, staring back down at his pubes. He tasted his precum again, a desperate desire for more and to place it. He'd tasted this before. But this was his cock.

Legato's cock. His big, huge cock. He wanted his cock. He wanted to taste more of his cock. It was late so it was okay he was sucking him off in the park right?

Right?

There shouldn't be any kids around. They should be home with their parents. Legato suggested kids…Vash hummed dreamily around his dick, the head pressed to the soft inside of his cheeks. He rubbed it against it, Legato stroking his hair.

“Yeah? Having fun?”

Vash's reply was to jerk him off into his mouth. He wanted to taste it again. That taste. That familiar taste.

He pulled off, his cock covered in drool. He kissed down the length of it, up the underside, then back down the other side to kiss at his heavy balls.

He sucked on one while running his thumb along the head, panicking when he felt a heavy bead of precum. He shoved it into his mouth, not wanting to waste it, then went back to licking his dick.

God, Meryl was taking forever with the jeep dealership people. Their floors were uncomfortable on his knees. But Legato's cock tasted so good. He loved his cock. His cock was so yummy. He wanted to suck on it forever. He wanted it in his pussy. He wanted Legato to fuck him.

He was so right, he should give him babies. He should make a ton of independent plants. He wanted him forever and ever. He loved the taste of his cock.

Legato stroked his ear, Vash moaning a soft hum in reply as he leaned into his hand. He swallowed, trying to stuff more of his cock down his throat again. He could do it. He'd be so good at it. He'd swallow it all. He’d show him he could do it and then Legato would fuck his pussy open even wider and stuff him full of his tasty cum.

Legato groaned softly, stroking his hair. “You want it?” he asked, Vash's pussy dripping so much all over the sidewalk he could feel it touch his knees. He hummed desperately, wanting his cum.

“Then show me. Open your mouth,” Legato demanded, Vash pulling away and opening wide, his sharp teeth on display. Legato jerked himself to completion, it catching on Vash's lips and sitting in the back of his throat.

Oh. Right. Food Legato made him tasted like this.

“Swallow.”

Vash licked his lips, throat on display as he gulped it all down for him, then opened again.

“Good boy,” Legato cooed, stroking his hair and letting Vash idly suck him off in their hotel room.

The position Legato had him in was comfortable. Face down, hips in the air, arms resting between his spread legs. The toy he was idly shoving in and out of him as he played poker with Roberto and Meryl felt amazing. It was too deep, too big, too rough. He hoped Legato's cock was like this too when he finally fucked him.

His cum dripped down the table he was on, the entire hotel room smelling like spring.

“I'm—gonna…!” Vash twitched violently, Meryl sucking her teeth.

“Vash! You got your cum on my cards again!”

“Sorry…!” He blubbered, petals fluttering, rolling like drumming fingers, then trying to fold themselves around the fake cock.

“I think it's cute,” Legato hummed, dropping a straight flush before he got up, stood behind Vash, and removed the toy. He hummed, inspecting it, then Vash's gaping pussy.

“Almost. I think you need to be able to take another two inches. I'll have to get you a bigger one. But you're doing very well,” he praised, lovingly stroking his pussy with the back of his finger. His cock sought out his wrist, curling around it.

“More?” he offered, Vash blubbering. Cock. Cock like Legato's, cock.

“Show me you want more.”

Vash wiggled his hips, his pussy fluttering. His cock tugged at Legato's wrist. He had gotten so good at moving both how he wanted them to. It was less reactionary and more on purpose now. It was on purpose. Purpose. Like eventually getting fucked so hard by Legato he didn't have to think about his purpose.

Legato shoved the dildo into him, Vash moaning loud against the table. This felt so good. He wanted to do this forever. He loved this. He loved how much attention Legato gave his pussy. His dick was sad it was neglected, but he had to train his pussy more. His dick was selfish and got to just make a mess. His pussy had to take Legato and he was so good to him that he didn't want it to hurt.

He was great. His cock was going to be great. He wanted cock, he wanted to cum, he wanted to get fucked by Legato.

He moaned as Meryl set down a pair of twos and fours. He wanted Legato in his pussy. He wanted him to ruin his pussy. His pussy was gonna be so good for Legato. He was even getting better about sucking the silicone toy in so hard that Legato couldn't pull it out right away. He was great. Cock was great. He loved cock and he loved Legato's cock. He wanted to taste his cum again. He hadn't eaten or sucked him off in what felt like forever.

“Vash?”

“Hm?” Vash looked over at Legato, pussy fluttering at the sight of him, his penis curling around his hip.

“Can I ask for something selfish?” he asked, holding his hand.

“Yeah sure. Anything you want, Legato,” Vash promised, his head feeling like it wasn't attached to his neck right. His eyes floated down to Legato's cock in his pants. He wanted to suck his dick so badly.

“Do you like your ear being pierced?” He asked, stroking the piercing between his thumb and index finger. Vash tipped his cheek into Legato's hand.

“Yeah.”

“Would you let me pierce you?”

“With your cock?” he asked stupidly. “Sorry,” he added, expression not changing at all.

Legato chuckled. “You're cute. No, actual piercings. Another earring, your nipple…” he reached into his open coat and tugged on it, Vash moaning despite the people present.

“Sure. Anything you want, Legato,” he repeated. It felt easier to say that. It was best to say that. Legato always made him feel good. He couldn't remember the last time he felt bad. Legato smiled, kissing his neck.

Vash laughed softly, Legato whispering, “Show me?”

Vash chuckled, nibbling at his bottom lip as he took his hands out of his pockets to unzip his jacket and show off his pussy. No clothes. Just his jacket. Legato hummed in approval, fingers gliding over the slick mess his cock kept leaving on his hip. He used it to press into his even gooier pussy.

Vash moaned again, spreading his legs even farther so Legato could finger him. No one was bothered. They kept going on about their day.

“Moan my name.”

“Legato,” Vash replied shamelessly, loudly.

“Again.”

“Legato,” he whined, clinging to his arm. Legato was nice enough to use both hands this time. He wrapped his cock around his wrist and squeezed, then shoved four fingers inside of his cunt and tried with his thumb for good measure.

Vash's knees buckled. “Legato—that's gonna make me cum…!”

“Cum then.”

Vash licked his neck, sweat from the desert heat. He loved his sweat too. His cum, his saliva, his sweat, he couldn't get enough. He wanted it, like he wanted to cum. And sucking on Legato's tongue or his dick always made him cum so easily.

Legato was the best. Legato made him cum. Vash shrieked, legs trembling as he left a mess in a public street. Vash blubbered something useless.

“Speak up.”

“My pussy,” Vash whined. “I can't stop cumming from my pussy…!”

“Aww…poor thing. It just sounds like you want me worse than before,” Legato chuckled, Vash's eyes rolling back in his head. Yeah sure. That had to be it. What else could it possibly have been? Legato was a doctor and he knew best after all.

So Vash came and didn't question it anymore. He didn't think about it. He didn't need to think. He just had to cum for Legato now.

He didn't need to remember how before people had been subtle about their exhibitionism. He didn't need to think about how he hadn't seen other people touching each other in a while. He didn't need to worry about how he was still cumming and that he groaned so hard it hurt his throat and that his face was red.

That was a silly worry. He could cum as much as he wanted with Legato!

The needle was sterile and cold. Legato carefully pushed it through Vash's ear, making him wince. Minimal blood, a quick adjustment. It was the same ear that was already pierced, Legato showing Vash the gold stud in the mirror. He inspected it, smiling.

“It looks good,” he praised happily. Legato kissing his cheek. He changed his latex gloves, then got another needle from the laid out set on a cloth on the nightstand.

“Ready for the second one?”

“Kinda scared,” Vash laughed.

“It'll hurt the same amount,” Legato promised. He fondled Vash's nipple first, gently pinching and rolling it to get it hard.

Vash exhaled a moan, staring at his hands. He liked his hands. He should tell him. “I like your hands…” he mumbled, half lidded eyes focusing on just them.

“I'm sure. You always cling to them, either with your own hands or with your pussy and cock.”

Vash let out an embarrassed titter. “You just make me feel so good,” he cooed happily at Legato, wrapping his arms around him.

“Vash. I'm trying to pierce your chest,” he reminded, tugging at his nipple. He moaned, spreading his legs on reflex.

“Oh? Going to cum from liking it rough?” Legato teasingly asked. “Then sit back…let me pierce you…and keep your legs spread so you can show me how hard you cum from it.”

“Okay,” Vash replied breathily, spreading his legs even further so Legato could see. His penis wiggled slowly, curling and throbbing, drooling small bubbles down into his pussy that was drooling all over the edge of the hotel bed. His pussy winked at him, gaping wider than usual from how often Legato either finger fucked him or had a practice dildo in him.

His pussy was so needy. He needed it. He needed Legato and to cum.

He poised the needle against Vash's nipple. It was cold. Like his hands. “You should let me warm your hands up with my pussy after this,” Vash offered.

“Is that what happens?” Legato hummed, twirling the needle.

“Yeah,” Vash breathed happily at him.

“You're not just being greedy and asking to be fingered? If you were just warming them, I wouldn't have to move them,” Legato reminded.

“It's like when you go for a run! It warms you up quicker than just sitting under a blanket!”  Vash reminded.

“Oh yeah? And your reward for such a kind duty is the mess you make?”

“Yes!” He got to cum. He would warm his fingers up and cum he was so smart and so nice.

Legato chuckled. “Aren't you going to cum from this first?”

The needle pressed slowly into his skin, Vash moaning. Yes. He was. It hurt. Legato could yank the needle and rip his skin and he'd make him bleed and it would make him cum because it was Legato.

But he didn't need to. He just needed to pierce his nipple, the only one left and he'd make him cum. Vash couldn't close his mouth. He showed off all his teeth, eyes half rolled back into his head.

“Gonna…gonna…!” he whined uselessly.

“Cum.”

Vash flopped back and arched, squirting all over Legato. He casually pulled away, grabbing some gauze to dab his nipple.

Vash kept his legs wide apart, his cum dripping hard onto the floor like rain on a roof. Good. Legato made him feel so good. And he got pierced by Legato. He belonged to Legato. Legato, Legato, Legato.

That was all that was in his brain. Was Legato and cum and his cock and how good he made his pussy feel. It felt so freeing to have nothing else in there, to have everything be so simplified.

Legato pulled a wire from his wrist and cut it. He twined it around Vash's earring and then looped it though his new nipple piercing.

He gave it a light tug. Vash arched, cock twitching.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes,” he moaned. “I like anything you do to me.”

Legato just smiled. “Then I guess it's time to take you with me.”

“Take me with you where?” Vash asked, sitting up. He wrapped his arms around Legato, kissing his cheek and jaw. Legato hummed and ran his fingers up and down his arm, then removed his medical gloves and tossed them on the floor.

“It's a surprise. But you'll come, won't you?”

“I get to cum?!” Vash asked eager, wide eyes staring at Legato's.

He gave him a big smile, hand ghosting down his side.

“Show me your pussy whenever I want in public without having to ask and I'll make you cum,” he promised.

“Okaaay!”

It was so easy to do that! He just had to leave his coat. Oh. But he liked his coat. He could bring his coat and just not wear it. Problem solved! He was so smart.

Legato chuckled and kissed his jaw. “Good boy. Why don't we go for a walk then? Let everyone see how pretty you are for me?”

“Yeah! I'm so cute!” Vash agreed. “And all yours! I'm great! I'm so happy! I really like being with you, Legato! I don't want anything else than to be with you all the time forever ever!” Vash gushed happily as he grabbed his coat, slung it over his arm and followed him outside. He wrapped his arms around Legato's, the wire between his nipple and ear glittering in the light.

“I'm happy to hear it, Vash. You deserve to be like this. My darling plant, pliant and enjoying life,” he praised, stroking his hair and giving him a smile. Vash had zoned out after he started saying too many words, focusing on his tone rather than what he was saying. Whatever he was saying was nice, probably. Him and his big doctor words.

He just smiled, humming happily. Legato returned the smile and it made Vash beam even brighter.

Legato chuckled and kissed his forehead. “Show me.”

“How do you want me, Legato?” Vash chirped, happy to show him his pussy however he wanted it. He already found the nearest thing to lay on, the receptionist desk since they hadn't even made it outside. He spread his legs and held his ass and pussy open with his hands for him. “Like this?”

“Perfect,” he purred while the entire lobby stared at Vash's gaping hole that fluttered at the attention.

Legato pressed his fingers into his pussy, Vash moaning loudly. Everyone in the lobby started murmuring, but eventually found a place to sit. To stare.

“Legato…!” Vash moaned, letting everyone know whose fingers were inside of his pussy. Letting everyone know who he belonged to. He pressed roughly against the nerves that connected to the base of his cock, Vash moaning so loudly it attracted the attention of the people just walking by.

They made their way inside as well to see what was going on. Legato squeezed the base of his cock, Vash curling it comfortably around his wrist.

“Cum where everyone can see you.”

“Yeah—mhm! Anything you want! Please, I love getting to cum! I love when you make me cum Legato! You're the only one who's ever made me cum and it's so good I love that you make me cum and I love your hands and I love that I get to warm them with my pussy! You can touch my pussy whenever you want! Please touch me all the time? I want you so bad!” Vash rambled, Legato tugging at his cock and rubbing his fingers into his pussy without relieving the pressure he had started with.

Vash moaned loudly, toes curling. Legato was going to make him cum. People were going to watch Legato make him cum. It wasn't even a secret. Everyone would know. The scarred, scared plant could produce the best thing ever. Better than electricity, better than water—cum.

Vash cracked a smile before his lashes fluttered and he moaned so loud it made his throat hurt. A violent tug, an obsessive gush of cum all over the receptionists desk. This felt so good! He really did just want to cum forever and have nothing else matter. He decided he loved Legato. And cumming. Cumming felt the best.

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Vash slurped greedily on Legato's cock in the back of the car, fingers in his own pussy as he did. His leg hung out the lowered back window, giving himself room to keep his legs apart. Vash moaned, warm in the face, warm down to his collarbone, warm along his chest. He was so warm all over. His pussy was probably the warmest if his fingers were a proper gauge. The entire car door was soaked, Vash having squirted all over it several times now. The desert heat was cool compared to his body temperature.

He had been so warm the entire drive and couldn't stand it. He didn't know how to fix it. It didn't matter how many times he came, it didn't feel like enough. His head was swimming in heat waves, his body melting into the seat.

Leagto's cock was heavy, his jaw and pussy sore. But it wasn't enough. He wanted to cum again. He needed to taste him some more. And Legato's body was so cool compared to his, a relief. He wanted his dick in his pussy so bad. He knew it would fix him. It would make it so he wasn't sweating like an animal. His dick would fix him. But he could only keep it in his mouth for now while Legato read his bible for the millionth time.

He was honestly kind of jealous of it sometimes. Legato paid him a lot of attention, but his silly little book was stealing it! He was patting his head, but he'd sometimes stop until Vash whined at him about it around his cock. Then he'd continue without so much as raising it to look down at him.

His fingers also didn't feel like they were big enough any more. He needed more. He needed Legato's fingers which were longer. He needed the toy he had left behind in their last hotel room. He needed his cock in him. His big, fat, amazing cock. He needed it so bad, it was all he could think about. The musky taste between him sweating in the heat and his cum, the way he wanted it so bad he ignored the way his jaw hurt. His pussy ached for it. He needed Legato to fuck him soon or he was going to go crazy!

He whined, Roberto's fingers inside of Meryl getting rougher. The squelch was rude and needy, Vash copying it because he wanted that too. Meryl choked on a moan, half yelling as she squirted so hard it got all over the windshield.

Roberto chuckled, Vash whining and upset that wasn't him cumming that hard again. He wanted to cum again—he needed to cum again. His fingers were cramping up, so he switched back to his prosthetic. He used the soaking wet, thick mess of his own cum to jerk Legato off at the base.

He wanted his cum again. All he could think about was his cum and how badly he needed it in his throat. He was right, he did deserve to fuck him raw and cum inside and give him babies. He wanted it, he wanted him. Anything he wanted as long as Vash got fucked hard and deep and Michael he was close.

He whined, a needy hum, his prosthetic fingers keeping such a brutal pace that even Meryl looked back at him through the rearview mirror. He pinched his raw nipple piercing, sucking hard at Legato's cock to taste more of him. He had lost count of how many times this was, of how long the car ride was. He just needed it again. He needed to cum.

And it was the same kind of orgasm that got ripped out of him so violently that it turned everything off in his body. Overloaded and a disaster.

He didn't hear Legato close his book, he didn't hear Meryl panic or feel the way Roberto jerked the car over. He only registered Legato tugging him by his hair off his dick and sitting him upright.

“Vash.” He snapped his fingers in front of his face, Vash's pussy still gushing all over the seats and the floor.

Vash moaned, vision nothing but warm desert colors—and a deep, bottomless purple that looked black. His eyes went wide, his mouth tasting like precum and saliva.

His gate. He came so hard he summoned his gate and he was going to kill Roberto and Meryl and Legato and—and!

“Look at me,” Legato demanded, Vash hyperventilating.

“Shhh…relax. Calm down. Good boy,” he instructed evenly, Roberto and Meryl having flung themselves from the car to get away from the tug.

“I'm sorry—I don't know why that happened, I'm sorry…!” he blubbered, unsure of how to close it as it swirled greedily by his belly.

Legato gently ran his hand down his chest until he was right above it, then up to his prosthetic. He helped him remove it, then tossed it out the window. “Heightened emotion and a shock. He's right, you are rather intense…” Legato mused, kissing his forehead. “Listen to me. You don't need to be scared of it. Alright?”

“But—”

Legato held his chin, Vash keeping his mouth closed. “Look. I'm not being pulled in, right?”

He was right. It was just there. Open. Legato ran his hand down his pierced nipple and to his belly, Vash inhaling sharply as he pressed his fingers inside. Then, with ease, Legato removed them.

“There. See? Did it hurt?”

“No…” Vash admitted. “It felt…” like it was brushing up against that desperate need he had been trying to chase.

“Good,” Legato finished for him, Vash nodding. He kissed his hair again. “You're just afraid because it's unfamiliar to you. But it's a part of you. It's yours, just like anything your sisters create. So…move it. Shape it. You lost your arm to it, didn't you?”

He did, but Vash didn't remember telling him that. Had he? He couldn't remember a lot recently. He just remembered craving sex and to orgasm. He wanted to ask, but Legato kept talking and it was hard to hold onto the thought and listen to him.

“Move it up first…follow my fingers,” Legato instructed, Vash's eyes focused on them with an intensity that only could be made from desire. “Good boy…You know what your arm looks like—both your real one and your prosthetic. Shoulder, upper arm, elbow, forearm, wrist, palm, fingers…There you go…” he encouraged, his gate swirling and undulating, but not claiming anything or anyone this time. It took over the empty space, phantom pains made manifest. “Good boy…now, show me its fine,” Legato encouraged, gesturing to his own cock.

“I don't want you to get hurt because of me…” Vash mumbled softly.

“Then don't hurt me. The more familiar you are with this, the less it will scare you. The more control you'll have over it. Wear it like an accessory. You only wear those anyway now, don't you?”

Wait. That didn't feel right. He shouldn't be naked all of the time. Legato lightly pinched his nipple, his piercing. His piercing felt good. Vash moaned, brain hazing over a bit as he touched him.

“Come on,” Legato encouraged. “Show me,” he whispered in his ear. “If you do, once we get to where we're going, I'll take you somewhere nice and finally fuck you. That's what you want right? The only thing you ever want? My cock?”

“Yes,” Vash breathed, unsure why he had doubted it. He had just probably scared himself. But he wanted Legato's cock in him. That was what freaked him out in the first place, wasn't it? Not having his cock? Vash deserved his cock.

He hesitantly touched it with his arm made from void and shadows, it feeling solid to the touch, even better than his prosthetic, even better than his flesh arm. It was so intimate. He ran his hand from the base up to the head, gently jerking him off as he explored his body.

“You two get back in the car,” he called out to Roberto and Meryl. They looked at each other, then listened.

“Legato? I love your cock,” Vash whispered, enamored by it. It really was so big. He could feel every thread of flesh, every bead of invisible moisture. Oh, his cock was perfect. Wait—if his hand felt like this with Legato's cock, how would it feel to finger himself with it? “Legato? Can I finger myself again? I won't get scared, I think it'll feel so good,” Vash moaned, hand gliding from Legato's cock to pinch and pull at his nipple.

“Of course. Do it sitting up this time. Show me how much better your orgasm feels by using this new part of you, this part that's more plant that person.”

Plant. Right. He was always so scared of being a plant, but Legato was a plant doctor. He spread his legs wide apart, Legato removing his leg and tossing it on the floor with his medical bag. It gave Vash more room to spread his legs apart even further.

His petals drummed in anticipation, the gape of his pussy winking and drooling with excitement. He gently coiled his cock around his wrist, Vash moaning. It was so sensual, like a low current that kept sending pleasurable pulses where his cock touched it. He was so excited to touch himself inside with this hand.

He took it slow, fingers brushing petals. He hummed and moaned, rimming his throbbing pussy.

“Come on, show me,” Legato encouraged, a deep whisper in his ear. He snaked his arm around Vash's hip, staring just as intensely at his dick and pussy as Vash was.

“Of course—anything you want,” Vash agreed, pushing his fingers inside. He orgasmed immediately, long and drawn out, a feedback loop. He kept his fingers inside because he couldn't focus long enough to pull them out, but the pleasure swallowed itself and used that same energy to give him another. Ouroboros was a fine snake indeed.

His legs trembled and his eyes welled up. It felt so good. All because he listened to Legato. Legato made him feel so good. Vash hiccupped and started sobbing, blissed out if his mind and unsure of how to react to it.

“Shhh…it feels good, doesn't it?” Legato asked, wiping his tears before adding three of his fingers inside of Vash's pussy.

He didn't even move them, just let them sit up against Vash's own. He choked, eyes glazing over. Cum. Cum. All he was doing was cumming. His pussy fluttered, his cock tightened around his wrist. This felt so good. He could sit like this forever, blissed out in the back of the truck and just dry orgasming repeatedly.

“Oh? What a pretty look you have,” Legato praised. “All lit up with your pupils blown out so wide I almost can't see those pretty blues anymore. See? Your power isn't something to be afraid of. You deserve this—to be like this.” Legato kissed his temple and Vash's pussy gushed at the contact.

This felt amazing.

Legato had to remove his fingers for it to stop. Vash felt disoriented, his legs, which had both been removed, numb.

“Good evening,” Legato greeted, stroking Vash's hair.

“…Huh…?” He didn't know where he was. He just knew everything was in psychedelic neons and harsh whites. It was so bright despite the sun being gone. He had no sense of time, just that Legato was getting out of the car.

He walked around to the other side, opening the door for Vash. “Vash, use your gate to give yourself legs, just like you did your arm? You can do it, it's okay. Just take a small droplet of it…move it down…good, boy,” he praised, the instructions so easy to follow despite being nonsensical.

He wiggled toes, flexed his ankles. His thighs were soaked. He smelled like sex and orgasm and florals.

Legato gently took his hand, unaffected by his gate. He helped him stand, then helped him close the door behind him. His cock was still glowing with plant markings. In fact, his belly, his chest, his arm—all of him that was still flesh and blood was still glowing.

He should cover that, shouldn't he? Wasn't he supposed to not tell anyone? Oh but, he didn't have clothes. That’s right. He should tell…tell someone something. He should tell Legato. What did he need to tell him again?

He was talking to Roberto and Meryl, who remained in the car, Meryl jerking him off and Roberto fingering her.

The car pulled away. Goodbye. “Finally,” Legato grumbled. “This would have been so much easier if you had just let them be eaten by Zazie's worm,” he sighed at Vash, who just smiled warmly at him.

Legato removed the glove of his left hand, then slid it down Vash's back and pressed his fingers up into his pussy. Vash moaned, Legato leading them to the main city streets.

Vash could hear people whispering. Aghast. Horrified. Cussing and scandalized. It made his pussy wet to be stared at, droplets behind every footstep.

He was naked! Of course he was. That was how Legato wanted him.

With markings like that, was he a plant? Of course he was. Legato could take better care of him if he was a plant.

The city was so bright and big. It had so many people. Legato wiggled his fingers inside of him, Vash moaning, his cock curling down between his legs to try to cling to his wrist.

He fingered him a little harder, Vash moaning a little louder. People were staring. Staring like it wasn't normal. But it was normal. Being naked in front of other people, fucking in front of other people—it was normal. Legato had shown him as much. He had done as much in other places. Why were they so surprised?

His pussy fluttered, Legato stopping their walk to step behind him. Vash bent forward and spread his legs, giving Legato better access. He moaned, loud and for everyone nearby to hear. Some people covered their faces and rushed off. Others took photos.

Vash rolled his hips down into Legato's, fingers, ass against his cock. It shouldn't be in his pants, it should be inside of him. “Legato…Mmmm…I want your cock in me,” he begged.

“Soon,” he promised.

Vash moaned, Legato roughly finger fucking him. It made him squirt, cum spraying all over the sidewalk. Vash moaned so loudly it echoed. Someone whispered something about the police.

“Show me your pussy,” Legato instructed, removing his fingers.

Vash spread his legs even wider and reached behind himself to spread his cheeks and petals apart. Legato stepped back to stare, appraising it. Thick, viscous cum dripped from it and his cock, a puddle underneath him.

“Stay like this until the police arrive or until I say otherwise,” he instructed, coming to stand next to Vash, fingers dancing up his spine. Vash moaned happily, staying exactly as he was while people stared and avoided him. Legato took out his bible to read and pass the time.

When an officer came, Vash was pretty sure he should have recognized him because he seemed to recognize Vash. He yelled at first, something about public indecency and sexual harassment, Vash looking up at Legato for instructions. Legato didn't give him any. He just closed his bible. He spoke evenly to the military officer, fingers trailing down Vash's spine, rimming the furl of his asshole, around his needy pussy lips and petals. Then, he grabbed Vash's cock and started tugging down and squeezing it, like he was trying to milk him.

Vash moaned, eyelids fluttering. That felt so good. The cool night air against his heated skin, Legato's freezing fingers, it felt too good. He had no idea why he never exposed his pussy to the air so openly before. It felt amazing, even if it did leave him dripping and wanting.

Legato continued to talk, continued to milk Vash's cock. Cum, pretty like always with a faint milky tint, bubbled up at his tugs. It dripped onto the ground, wasteful. Legato continued to talk, to milk him. Vash continued to hold his pussy open for anyone walking by to look at.

Legato had trained his pussy so good. He was sure with how bright it was, people would be able to stare all the way to his greedy cervix that deserved Legato's cock.

He gasped sharply, Legato working him through another orgasm as he sprayed his cum all over the ground and his own thighs. The military officer laughed at something Legato said while Vash trembled, cum dripping from the opening of his pussy down to his dick, then onto the floor.

“Vash, this lovely gentleman is going to treat us to a meal. Come on, up,” he encouraged, stroking Vash's hair with his left hand and curling his cock around his wrist like a leash to guide him with the other.

Vash hummed happily, realizing he really liked the city. The glow was nice once he adjusted to it, finding he was suited to it himself with the way his own body lit up. He stared down at his cock that continued to drool around Legato's hand, then smiled.

He liked this. He liked Legato. He half skipped a little closer, humming in pleasure at the pull on his cock as he wrapped his arms around Legato's arm.

He glanced over at him, Vash lighting up with a big smile. Legato used his free hand to stroke his hair, then said something to the officer. He jerked Vash off for a moment, then stopped. Vash exhaled hard into the night air, a soft, tantalizing moan close to Legato's ear.

“You like this?” Legato cooed at him as the officer kept rambling on happily.

“Yes,” Vash moaned.

“You enjoy being mine?” Legato asked, tugging at his dick.

“Yes,” he moaned again.

“Do you enjoy when I make you cum where other people can see?”

“It's my favorite,” Vash whined, wanting to cum again.

“What a good plant you are for me,” Legato praised, Vash's chest swelling with pride. “Such a pretty thing…Such a soft, malleable thing.” He reached over and gently pinched Vash's nipple. It made him gasp, unable to take his eyes off Legato.

“Of course. I'm happy to do whatever you want,” he moaned back, really wanting to kiss him, to taste his saliva, to suck his cock.

“What a good girl you are for me, Vash.”

Fuck. Vash's knees buckled and he had to drop to the ground, Legato having to drop down with him to avoid hurting him. The motion made him tug at his cock too hard, made him squirt all over his thighs. It dribbled down to his ankles, Vash gasping and tears flooding his eyes.

Good girl. He was a good girl. That's right. They always cooed that at his sisters after he helped them go back to being functional. Good girl. He was functional. He was a good girl. He was a good plant. No one had ever called him that before. Well—wait, no…he was pretty sure there was no one? Why did he doubt it for a second?

Legato chuckled, the officer stopping to turn around and see what the issue was when he didn't hear them following after him. “I didn't expect you to cum so hard from that.” Legato kissed the top of his head.

“I'm a good girl,” Vash repeated, dreamily. “I'm such a good girl, I'll do anything you want whenever you want. I'll take your big cock so well in my pussy,” Vash promised, spreading his knees on the ground to hold himself open for Legato. He could take it. His pussy wanted him!

His eyes went wide, like he wasn't expecting this. He grinned. “Up. Food first. Soon, alright?”

“Okay! Yes! Yes I'm a good girl, food first!” Vash agreed, popping up excitedly. Legato gently jerked him off, Vash moaning with every step. “Good girl, I'm a good girl for Legato…I'm such a good girl,” he blubbered to himself, lashes wet from excited tears and absolutely delirious.

They arrived at a ramen cart, the officer taking a seat. Legato patted the counter and let go of Vash's cock. Vash hopped up and sat on it, spreading his legs. “I'm a good girl, I’m such a good girl…” Vash insisted to himself—and it got Legato to laugh.

He was usually so stoic, even in his kindness. So to see the joy on his face, the way it gave him wrinkles and made him bend forward and cover his mouth—Vash loved him. He wanted to be his good girl forever.

“You're a very good girl,” Legato promised, Vash moaning, his lashes fluttering. Legato chuckled and sat down, stuffing his fingers in Vash's pussy. He spoke to the man running the cart and the officer.

Vash moaned and kept his legs wide for people to watch. They could see how easily Legato stuffed two fingers in him, how wet he was, how he squelched with every rough thrust. Legato was so good with his hands. His cock coiled, tense and high strung in an attempt to get himself to cum again so people could see how good he was when he came for Legato.

Because he was a good girl!

A good girl who was going to cum and take his cock and keep all of his cum inside and have his babies and suck his cock and he loved his cock and his cum and he wanted to cum soooo bad from his fingers because his fingers were great and Legato liked to make him cum outside so he should get to cum with everyone staring at him like they were scared of him!

His thighs jerked, hips trembling as he raised up off the counter. He squirted so hard it made his legs numb, hands gripping the counter so tightly he cracked it with his gate arm.

Legato chuckled. He continued as if he hadn't cum aside from that. Legato was so good to him. Legato was the best. Legato let him cum lots and lots because he was a good girl who produced a ton of cum and would produce a ton of babies once he got his cock in him! Good girl, good girl, good girl!

Even just thinking about how Legato said it made him cum again, thrusting his hips into his fingers in rough, jerking motions as he came all over the counter.

Legato was handed a bowl of ramen along with the officer. He made a comment, gesturing to Vash. Legato chuckled and removed his fingers.

“Vash, be a good girl and show me and the officer here the inside of your pussy.” Something snapped in his brain. It was a clean break, something he didn't need anymore. It hurt. His head hurt so bad he wanted to cry. People were staring.

“Okay!” Vash replied happily, throwing his leg over the counter and stuffing both hands worth of fingers inside to pull himself open as he felt tears drip down his face for some reason.

He forgot how good his gate felt. He forgot how much he enjoyed the stretch to his pussy. Maybe that was what he forgot. What else could it possibly be? Nothing else but Legato, his cock, getting to cum, and being a good girl mattered, right?

He moaned, eyes crossing as he squirted all over their food. Legato said something to the officer. He laughed, digging into his ramen like Vash wasn't still soaking it. Legato also started to eat as well.

“Can't…can't stop! Forgot…! Sorry…!” he moaned, voice pitching up.

“That's fine. Keep your pussy held open while we eat. Cum as much as you want. Show me how much of a good girl you are for me.”

“Yes!” Vash screamed, voice echoing through the city streets. “I'm cumming—Legato, I'm cumming! I feel so good! Thank you! Thank you for making me your good girl! I love being your good girl! I love you! I love you so much! I want your cock so bad! I want it…! I want your cock. Cock…! Mmmfuck! I'm cumming!” His throat hurt from his declarations of love. Legato just continued to eat.

He let Vash talk. He let him cum. He ate a ton, the way he always did. It meant Vash was stuck straddling the counter, stuck cumming in his bowls of food until he wanted him to stop. And he was happy to be stuck there. He loved it. Even with the judgemental stares, even with the confused stares. He loved it. He thought it was fun people wanted to take photos. Someone had even come over to ask to take one of Vash's pussy up close.

“Good girl, I'm a good girl, I'll squirt on your camera like a good girl while you record my slutty pussy that gapes just for Legato…!” Vash blubbered, half singing, completely delirious. He felt so good. He couldn't stop feeling good. Good. So why was he crying? That was silly. He shouldn't cry. He was Legato's good girl who showed him his pussy while he ate his food.

He showed him and everyone in Julai his pussy. He showed himself off. Naked. Slutty. Head full of Legato, cock, cum, Michael he really wanted to taste his cum. But he was a good girl! He could wait.

Legato wiped his tears. He removed Vash's gate hand from inside his pussy and the relief made him cum again, his head dropping down as he gritted his teeth. Legato chuckled.

“Feeling alright?” he hummed down at him.

“Yes! Good! Like me! I'm a good girl!” Vash insisted, looking up at him with bleary eyes.

Legato just laughed at him again and again and wiped tears he shouldn't have. “Yes you are. You're my good girl.”

“Yes!” Vash agreed stupidly. Legato helped tug his leg over the counter.

“I just want to make one more stop before we get where I want to take you. I'll give you something a little different. Can you be a good girl and show me you can behave until then?”

“Uh-huh! Yes! Yeah!”

Legato smiled. Again, he pushed his fingers into his pussy from the back and used them to guide him. Vash was happy to follow, the officer waving them off.

Pretty. He was so pretty and naked and the cold air made his nipple hard. Legato was quiet as they walked, fingers idly playing in his messy, stretched pussy.

He took him inside of a building, using a keycard to get in. Then, he took him into an elevator. He guided him out, then outside to a balcony.

“Ohh, how pretty!” Vash cooed at the skyline.

“Vash, hold the railing, bend over and show me your pretty pussy,” he ordered.

“Okay, Legato!” Vash held it nice and tight, then spread his legs and bent over.

Legato hummed, his cock pressed up against Vash through his pants. Oh! Were they going to fuck finally? Vash had already forgotten he said one more stop. He removed his other glove, stuffing both sets of fingers in his cunt. Then, he stuffed two fingers in his asshole.

“Oh…!”

He hadn't expected that. Legato had never played with his ass before. But he could if he wanted to! Legato could do whatever he wanted! He could fuck him, he could finger him, he could tongue him, he could put needles and dildos in him! Anything at all! Legato could do whatever he wanted to Vash because he loved Legato!

And he loved the wet feeling of his fingers in his ass. It made him moan, made him wiggle. It was new! It was fun! Legato was always fun! He liked Legato stuffing his fingers in his ass. It felt good. Good—like a good girl! He'd take it in his ass like a good girl if that was what Legato wanted!

He'd be sad of course if it wasn't in his pussy, but if Legato wanted to do anal, he'd like anal too! He'd like anything Legato liked!

“How does it feel?” he asked, Vash's asshole soaked and squelching.

“Good—like meee,” Vash cooed, Legato chuckling.

“I'm happy to hear you like it. I had to work your sibling into enjoying it and even then they still give me a hard time. But you're a good girl.”

Vash had almost snagged a real, proper thought. Almost. But then Legato called him a good girl again and it was gone. The thought didn't matter. What was he trying to do that for anyway?

“Are you gonna put your cum in my butt too? I'll take your big cock in my butt if you want me too!” Vash offered.

“No, I just wanted to play with your insides and see if you liked it,” Legato admitted, roughly fingering Vash's prostate.

“Yeah! I like anything you want to do to me!” Vash happily insisted between moans, rocking his ass down against his fingers. “So much! Because I'm a good girl! I can show you whenever you want that I'm a good girl!”

“You'll show me?”

“Yes!”

“Then show me.”

“Yes! I can…I can show you, I—” Vash was having a hard time talking. His words felt sticky, like his pussy. His pussy was sooo sticky. He felt good. Felt sooo good because he was a good girl for Legato. He clung desperately to the railing.

“Show me you don't need that silly thing you call humanity anymore, Vash,” Legato whispered in his ear. “Show me. Just be mine. My good girl, my plant. You'll show me how good you take my cock, won't you? You'll show me that you don't need to think about anything else? That's a privilege, you know.”

Vash was breathing so hard it hurt. His chest hurt. His lungs hurt. His head hurt. He couldn't get words out. So he just hummed in agreement, nodding his head so hard it made him close his eyes, the city lights dancing in his blackened vision. His ass felt so good. Legato was stretching him out so good—just like he did his pussy.

“Show me who you belong to. Show me you're mine. Show me I've fixed you, from this stupid thing that spent all of its time with ordinary people, learning useless skills and being hurt by them. You wasted so much of your beautiful body on them. Show me you're better off with me, owned in a set by someone who loves you. Show me,” Legato growled, Vash shrieking and cumming through the railing, down the holes in the grate. He came from just his ass. He used to have a hard time coming from just his pussy, but now he could cum from his ass too.

“Vash,” Legato cooed at him. “Say bye bye to your humans.”

“Mmmn…hhh…bhah…hmm…” he couldn't get it out. He couldn't talk. He felt like his sisters—but feeling like his sisters was okay because it meant he got to be a good girl. He got to be wet all the time like them too!

“Good girl,” Legato praised, soothing at his belly, his other hand still soothing inside his ass. Like that! He wanted to be a good girl forever and ever! So bye bye, humans! Bye! He'd miss them, but that was okay! Being a good girl for Legato was more important, after all!

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Legato guided Vash back inside, middle and ring fingers stuffed in his ass, cum dribbling down his thighs and smearing along the floor with every step. Vash hummed and cooed happily, entire body light and floaty. It had to have been how his sisters felt.  

They got in the elevator again, deep, hypnotic black bars for every floor passed. Finally, the elevator stopped and Legato urged Vash forward and down a long hall. It was quiet. Just Vash's blissed out humming. They made it to a room and Legato knocked, then open the door.

Reality washed over Vash as Nai stood there. His sibling. He was coming to Julai for his sibling. For Nai. He shouldn't be naked. He shouldn't be dripping cum. He shouldn't have Legato's fingers in his ass. His pussy shouldn't be gaping the way it was. He shouldn't be soaked in his own cum.

Legato had done something to all of the humans around them—to him. His eyes went wide and his face burned bright red in humiliation, his markings fading. Every single time…every time he fingered him or sucked his cock in public that was so wrong and a huge lie that it was fine. Of course everyone was looking at him like that because it was so messed up. That wasn't even remotely normal and Legato had done something to him to gradually convince him otherwise.

Vash inhaled sharply, body tense as he went to turn to run, fight even if he really had to. Legato hooked his fingers in his ass and tugged him closer.

“Show me you can be a good girl,” Legato demanded, Vash choking on his own words of objection. The room swam, soft whites. White like cum. He wanted to cum. He wanted Legato's cum. He'd get that soon, right? His markings lit up again.

“Well you certainly took your time bringing him here,” Nai scolded.

“My apologies. He's rather resilient, but I wanted to make sure he was completely submissive without having to worry about him breaking out of it.”

“Heyy, Legatooo,” Vash whined. “Can we have sex noooow?”

“Are you being a good girl?” Legato asked, eyebrow raised.

“Yeah! I'm such a good girl! I can take all your cum and your huge cock in my pussy, I promise!” Vash insisted, his head throbbing.

“Good girl,” Legato praised, kissing him. His saliva! His spit! Vash greedily shoved his tongue in his mouth, Legato fingering his ass. Both sounded wet, sounded desperate. Nai walked away and sat down in a large chair in front of a comfortable looking chaise. They looked bored.

“I'm waiting,” he reminded Legato.

“My apologies,” he spoke softly, a warm, pleased look directed at Vash. He lit up, happy Legato was happy. “I think after all this time, you've earned my cock inside of you. Don't you, Vash?”

“Please, please, please?” he begged, clinging to the front of Legato's shirt. “Please fuck me?”

Legato stroked his cheek. “Come. Your sibling deserves to watch.” Legato guided him to the chaise, removing his fingers from his asshole. “Bend over and show me and your sibling the greedy pussy I'm going to fuck in a second.”

Vash bent over, holding his pussy wide open for Nai to stare at. They hummed, expression unchanged. But Vash's mood remained unperturbed, happy to show anyone who wanted to see his pussy. Nai deserved to see it more than anyone. He heard Legato jerking himself off.

He missed Nai! It was nice they were here. He was glad they were together again. He loved his sibling so much! Not as much as Legato though. He was Legato's good girl!

“Vash.”

Vash looked up, Legato seated on the chaise. His massive cock was at attention, fully erect for Vash. “Come here. I want your sibling and I to watch you lower yourself onto my cock. Come submit to me.”

“Of course, Legato! I can't wait!” His pussy hurt. He wanted it so bad.

“No,” Legato stopped him, holding his hip. “Do it slowly. Let me talk to you as you do…” 

Vash nodded heavily, greedily. He spread his legs and stood over Legato, who held the head of his cock to his entrance. His cock. He was going to put his cock in him. Finally! How exciting! It was so exciting he could cry! He could forget how to breathe!

“Shhh…” Legato stroked his cheek. “You won't need to cry ever again after this out of anything other than bliss,” he promised. “Now…show me you can slowly take all of my cock like a good girl.”

“Anything you want, Legato!” Vash promised with a big smile, tears still streaming. He took it slow, as promised. His head was fat, precum just for Vash. He rubbed it against his hot entrance, waiting for his signal.

“Show me you want nothing to do with humans anymore,” Legato instructed. Vash pressed the head of his cock into him, moaning. Again, something hurt in his head. His cock felt good. Vash swirled his hips, but didn't dare to put more of Legato's cock inside without permission.

No. Wait, no. No he wasn't…he couldn't…No. Nai. He looked over his shoulder, eyes wide before Legato held him by his chin and made him look at him again, making him focus on him. He saw it, for just a second. The unnerving, thalassophobic set to his eyes. He couldn't. He couldn't—he'd sink further and never get out. He had to get out he couldn't sink like this.

“Show me you only want to feel like this for the rest of your life,” Legato encouraged, watching Vash add more of his cock inside. He didn't mean it. He throbbed around him. It felt so good. He wanted more—he wasn't supposed to want more. But he needed more of Legato. His cock fit perfectly so far, he was amazing! He loved him! He loved his cock! No, no, no, he didn't, he wasn't, he couldn't breathe…!

“Show me I own you.” Oh. Right. Of course he did. How silly. Vash belonged to Legato! He was his good girl, his plant! He shouldn't care that his head hurt or that Nai was watching his virginity get taken! Slow. Slow, nice and slow. He'd be given his cock in exchange for these promises. How romantic, it was like getting married!

It was okay, right? To sink into his eyes, onto his cock, into the feeling? It was okay to never come out, right? Legato didn't hurt him. He made him feel good. It all felt so good. He deserved to feel good for once, didn't he? He deserved to eat, didn't he? Legato wiped at a tear.

“Show me you're a good girl.” Vash gave him a wide, happy smile. Of course he was a good girl. He was taking it nice and slow! Even though he didn't want to—mm…no. He did want to, right? Right. He was just confused. He didn't need to be confused. He just had to listen to Legato. It was only half of his cock and he wanted so much more sooo badly! But he was good because all he did was clench around it and moan softly. He was good because he wasn't fighting him, not really. But Vash never really truly fought anyone anyway, so why fight this?

“Show me you want to get pregnant.” Of course he wanted that! He had said so many times if he had babies that they could help people. Vash wanted to help people! Vash wanted help—to help. To help. Help. No, no, no—yes, yes, yes, he was a good girl and Legato's cock felt good. If Legato got his cock in him all the way, it meant Legato got to cum in him all the time! Good girls got pregnant! He'd get so pregnant and he'd be so good at it! He'd take all his cum deep in his pussy and would keep it there forever and ever! His pussy was so greedy. How was he supposed to go back to normal anyway? He was always abnormal. He was always messed up. Legato's cock was going to help—help—mess him up!

“Show me you'll never think about anyone else but me and Nai.” Vash lowered his hips a bit more, whining. So close. So close to being full of his cock! These requests felt silly—he couldn't even remember them anyway. He was struggling—to stop—to not take it all. He just wanted Legato to fuck him. He wanted his cock. His cock, his cock, his cum! He wanted it so bad he was panting, drooling, staring. His cock. He had his cock in him and he wanted all of it. Cock. That was all he needed. He didn't need to fight it.

“Show me you were what you always should have been—a plant.” Vash got greedy. It should have been two more requests from Legato, but he couldn't take it anymore. He wanted his cock shoved against his cervix. He wanted something rough, something that would make the annoying nagging in his brain stop—stop? Noooo, he shouldn't stop, why would he stop? It felt good! He wanted him. He shouldn't—couldn't think about anything else, just his cock. His cum.

He moaned loudly when he finally got him completely inside. “Cock, cock, cock,” Vash chanted, eyes unfocused. “Legato's cock…! It's in me…! Cum in me? Please cum in me?” Vash begged, bouncing on it. If Legato came in him, he wouldn't have silly thoughts anymore, he just knew it!

Legato leaned back and smiled. He let Vash fuck himself on his cock, Vash squealing with delight. He wrapped his arms around Legato's neck, kissing and sucking his tongue. He loved this feeling, the feeling of his cock filling him up just right! Of roughly slamming it deep inside! He loved how his pussy sounded with Legato's dick in him! Rough, hard, just the way he liked it all the time! He didn't want to stop he wanted more and to help Legato cum in his pussy!

“Show me you'll never go back to who you were before,” Legato cooed in his ear, getting in that final promise. Yes! Yes, good rough terrible, awful cut it off like his limbs, cut that part of his brain out and replace it with a deep, sinking dark like his gate. He could do that! He could so do that and show Legato! He was a good girl!

“You're so silly,” Vash moaned. “I've always been yours. What else would I be?” He had no memory of being anything else. His gate was eating it, he was pretty sure. He was hungry, but always felt like he shouldn't eat. But Legato wanted him to eat! And he always fed him his cum. His gate ate—and gate and ate rhymed so it was meant to be!

“Cute little cum dump. That's all you wanna be, right?” Legato laughed as Vash struggled to get him to cum in his pussy.

“And a good girl!” he corrected. His brain felt funny when he said that, like when Legato wanted him to show him. It was the same thing. How fun! Good girl, good girl, good girl! Yes! Good! The nagging was almost totally quiet! Swallowed piece by piece by the funny dark sinking in his head.

“Yes, yes, and a good girl,” Legato agreed, tugging on his nipple piercing. “My good girl. Fucking yourself so hard on my cock. Do you feel good?” Good. Good girl! Show him he was a good girl.

“Mhm! Mm…!” Vash was scared to open his mouth, of biting his tongue off. So he just hummed, happy, desperate to reach his goal of getting Legato to cum deep inside of him. He wanted to be bred, to have his babies! He wanted his cum! Cum, good girl, he could show him how he was a good girl!

He hummed uselessly, half whining, all of his thoughts on how Legato's cock made him feel so good! It was worth whatever he thought wanted earlier! It didn't matter, whatever it was. The sound of skin slapping skin, the feeling of getting to curl his dick around Legato's cock and both jerk him off and ride him had to be good enough to cum right? Was he gonna cum yet?

“Just like that…” Legato encouraged, panting against his skin. “I promise I'll stuff it totally inside of you and hold you there when I cum.”

Vash moaned, his own pussy throbbing, his cock soaking Legato. He groaned in reply, grabbing his hips and slamming him down on it so hard it hurt. Vash couldn't see. Everything felt like it was underwater. He was at the bottom of whatever the lake in his head was. Or maybe it never had a bottom. Maybe he'd just sink deeper and deeper. He tested it.

Good girl.

Yeah. Yeah that felt good.

He had a white out pressure in his head and heat in his pussy. Heat, like how he felt when Legato fed him his cum or let him suck on his tongue. Heat that burned everything away, the remnants of that nagging completely gone. Legato came inside of him.

He felt fingers on his jaw, his head tipped back to look at Nai. They still seemed uninterested as they tipped their head to the side to stare at him. Nai. Nai, Nai, Nai. Did Nai see him being a good girl who got his pussy filled for the first time? How great! He loved Nai!

“You don't have to think anymore,” Nai promised him, the glint of its blades over its shoulder. “I can think for both of us. Lucky you…You don't even have to speak anymore after I connect us like when we were children.”

Vash didn't feel anything at first. Then the word burst with a searing pain. He had one more tear with everything left in it he had tried to cling to.

Rem. Roberto. Meryl. Nai when they were younger. Brad. Luida. His sisters. Everyone he failed to save. Everyone he wanted to help. Nai wiped away his tear and it was all completely gone.

His pussy throbbed around Legato's big cock, warm cum pushed up against and inside his cervix. He looked down and smiled. Cock. Legato's cock. Fuck, it felt so good to be stuffed with Legato's cock. He was a good girl who took it so well. He wanted more. He kissed Legato's jaw, whining and rolling his hips to beg.

“So…” Nai asked Legato, crossing their arms. “Is it my turn yet?”

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Legato smiled at Knives. Knives watched its greedy younger brother ride its cock. Legato was its first. He had been inside of Knives first.

“This is Vash's first time, Knives. Why not let him indulge a little more?” Legato offered, but his eyes stared at the gooey mess of nectar dripping from Nai's pussy and down their thighs. Even folded, it was so wet it couldn't contain it all.

“I waited for you,” Knives reminded, eyes narrow. “For months.” Months where they couldn't touch themselves. Months where they broke and tried anyway. Months where it wasn't enough. Months where Legato was away collecting Vash. Months. Months.

They couldn't do it anymore. They wanted him. They wanted him so bad. They deserved him. They were entitled to Legato—to his cock. They deserved him more than Vash. He was theirs first and they deserved to get pregnant first. They deserved it, they deserved his cum, they deserved his cock, they deserved him not Vash.

“If you're that desperate, why not use Vash? His ass is stretched out and wet,” Legato offered, forcing Vash to angle his hips so Knives could see. He moaned, his pussy fluttering around Legato's cock. Knives flexed his jaw.

“No, I don't want to be inside of him, I want you inside of me. I waited!” Knives snapped.

“You did,” Legato agreed. “And I would give you the world, Knives. You know you are my everything.”

That settled their erratic heart, their desperate pulse. His everything. Legato's everything. Right. It was okay. It was fine. They could behave. They did it for months. A few hours more was nothing. And they had Vash here. It was okay.

They loved Vash. They loved Legato. They had them both—or. No. Legato had Knives and Knives had Vash. Or did Legato have both Knives and Vash? They couldn't remember. Their head hurt.

“My everything,” Legato cooed at him, reaching for Knives. Knives pressed his cheek into his hand. “You missed your brother, didn't you? You both deserve to be together and you both deserve to feel good. Why don't you use Vash and get all of your frustrations out? When I'm done with him, I'll ruin you so hard you cry. Sound fair?”

“Yes,” Knives breathed, their cock and pussy unfurling, sharply angled petals and an erect cock.

“Good,” Legato cooed. “Now, Vash,” he coaxed, Vash humming and staring, absolutely nothing behind his eyes as he kept wiggling and trying to squeeze more cum from Legato's cock. “Stop for a moment. Let your big brother fuck you too.”

Vash gave him a big smile, eyes shining. He nodded. He lifted his hips, Knives grabbing them roughly and stuffing their dick into his tight ass.

Vash moaned, Knives lowering him back down on Legato's cock, spreading their own legs and kneeling on either side of Legato's thighs.

He smiled. “Knives…were you behaved while I was away?”

“No,” they admitted without remorse. “I missed you so.”

“What were you supposed to say when you missed me?” Legato asked, rolling his hips, his cock, his big perfect cock into his brother. But he held Knives’ chin, the touch soothing that ache.

“I'm yours,” Knives answered, eyes hazing over, unfocusing before coming back to only pay attention to Legato. “I belong to you. I'm your plant.”

“Goood,” Legato cooed, thumb stroking his cheek. “Now be even better and help me fuck your brother. He's been insatiable. You're the only one that can help me with this, Knives.”

Knives eyes went a little wide. Only them. They were the only one, the way it should have been. Good. Yes. Perfect. They could help.

Knives thrusts its hips up into Vash, making its brother whine, stuffed and leaving Knives able to feel Legato's cock through a thin membrane of skin. He was frotting inside of Vash with Legato.

It made them breathe hard, Legato smiling. He reached over and pinched Knives pierced nipple, roughly tugging it and making them moan. He used both hands, Knives holding Vash's hips and being in charge of guiding him based on how Legato pulled at them. His breasts had gotten so fat. They weren't always like that. But it felt good. They wanted them to be big enough to put in their mouth, to nibble on their own breasts when Legato couldn't pinch and tug on them.

“I missed you,” Legato whispered, Knives' eyes flickering up to him. “My everything.”

Knives felt its cock writhe inside of its brother, its pussy drooling down its thighs. Vash moaned, this breathy, squeaking noise that left his eyes half lidded. Knives missed Legato, they missed Vash. Just as much maybe. It hadn't occurred to them how bad it was until they saw him again. They kissed the back of Vash's neck, hands roaming his lovely body.

His waist was still narrow, his shoulders were still broad. His hips were a little wider, his ass wasn't as ridiculously flat, and his breasts were starting to become noticeable. Legato's cum was amazing like that. Knives wanted more. They deserved more. But they also deserved Vash. Legato had brought him just for Knives, after all. They were happy Legato liked Vash just as much.

Knives reached between Vash's legs and tenderly touched his cock, thumb soothing along the length of it to learn its texture and shape. It was exactly like their own, a little softer, a little gooier from consistent attention. Knives wanted desperately to twine their cocks together, to present both his pussy and Vash's to Legato to have his way with.

Knives moaned in Vash's ear, thrusting harder into its brother. It wanted more. It wanted to watch Vash cum again. It wanted to spread his pussy open and see how much of Legato's cum he could hold. It wanted to watch his pussy throb and push Legato's cum out of his body. Then Knives wanted Vash to do the same to them.

It wanted Vash inside of it, to show it how badly he wanted to cum. To fantasize about its brother while nestling its cock as far as it could inside of him—what a delight, what a way to ravage the passage of time.

“Knives,” Legato called gently, holding their cheek. “Your turn, if you still want it.”

Knives blinked a few times, slowly looking down. Their feet were soaked. All of their thighs were soaked. How long had they all been doing this? How long had they been inside of Vash? Knives moaned, kissing Vash's neck and suckling on the sweaty skin. He felt so good inside.

“Can I stay inside of Vash when you're in me?” Knives begged, voice soft, like a child hesitant to ask for permission for fear of being rejected.

“Of course. He's your darling brother,” Legato agreed. “Come here, lay down, my everything,” Legato encouraged, pulling Vash up by his hips. He moaned, pussy dripping with a mixture of so much cum. Knives couldn't even tell whose was whose. It was all so thick, viscous, sticky, so milky, so tantalizing. Vash whined, wiggling and trying do desperately to drop his hips back down on both of them.

“Shhh, soon, Vash. Be a good girl,” Legato encouraged.

“Mmph…Hmmm…!” 

Knives stared, eyes unable to look anywhere else but his brother's throbbing, stretched out cunt as Legato laid him down. Legato, touched its cock, Knives inhaling sharply with want, eyes glazing over with tears. Legato, Legato, Legato…!

He guided Knives cock to Vash's cunt, thick smears of cum dripping from his pussy and onto Knives’ hips and belly.

Vash, Vash, Vash—! His pussy! His wet, waiting pussy! It got to be inside of him! It got to be inside of Vash after Legato! Knives moaned, holding Vash's hips and tugged him down on it completely. The base of its fat cock bulged before he wiggled it to adjust, to stuff it inside of Vash who yelled like he had shattered something in his silky cunt. Both twins greedily rutted against each other, panting and moaning.

“Knives,” Legato cooed, Knives looking around Vash to stare at him.

“Sorry,” Knives choked, unable to stop. He could feel Legato's cum inside of Vash. It left their cock tingling, they swore it did.

Legato smiled. “I understand you're excited. Spread your legs wider.”

“Yes—! Yes, anything for you, Legato,” Knives agreed, throwing their leg up on the back of the chaise, the other off the side of it. They struggled to get their fingers under Vash, to spread their pussy open for Legato.

Their wet, sticky, dark and waiting entrance greeted him while they moaned, while Vash rode him so hard he couldn't see straight. His fingers twitched, struggled to gape himself open for Legato.

“Please,” it choked. “Take me again, Legato? Remind me with your body that I'm yours?” it begged. Through bleary eyes, it saw Legato smile.

His cock. His big, painful cock. It didn't matter how much Legato stretched him, Knives’ cunt always felt a bit too tight. But it was worth it every time if it was Legato! The pain was bearable if Legato got to cum inside of them! It was okay because it was Legato and Knives loved Legato as much as they loved Vash! They felt him rub the head of his cock against their petals, around the entrance to their pussy.

“Whose are you?”

“I'm yours,” Knives insisted, familiar with the deep fog in their head every time he said it. “I'm yours and I want you to take me again,” they begged, voice deep and husky.

“Say it the right way,” Legato corrected.

Knives swallowed. “I'm yours,” they repeated, voice a polite tenor. “I'm yours and I want you to take me, to ravage me. I'm sorry I dropped my tone, I'll be good,” Knives promised. “I'll be a good plant, like my sisters—I'll be so much like my sisters,” it promised, articulate, feminine imitations.

Legato smiled. “What a lovely lady you are,” he praised, popping the head of his huge cock into Knives’ pussy. It moaned, trembling, tense. Its pussy petals couldn't stop trembling, fluttering. A lovely lady, like its sisters. Its sisters were always so darling and endearing, Knives always strove to be more like them. So to be lovely, to be a lady, made it closer to them.

“Legato—Legato…!” it moaned, holding Vash's hip with one hand and tugging at one of its nipples with the other.

“Do you want it all? In your pretty, shallow pussy?”

“Yes! Hurt me, give it to me, I want it, I deserve it, I was so good!” Knives whined.

Legato was slow about it, contrasting the violence of Vash trying to shatter Knives' hips with his cunt. Vash moaned, squirting all down Knives’ hips and pussy, all over Legato's cock. Legato was going to fuck Vash's pussy juice into them. That's right. That's right he'd been inside of Vash…!

Knives stopped breathing, a rough grip on their pierced nipple. They focused on the slow, painful push of Legato entering them. They moaned only when they felt his hips touch each other, insides bloated and desperate to adjust and make room for Legato's cock.

Vash. Legato put Vash inside of them. Legato put Vash's gooey, warm, virgin pussy juice in them. They got his first time in him too. Legato was so generous. They loved Legato. 

They moaned, despite the pain of their throbbing pussy, and uncomfortable pressure against their bladder. They moaned as Legato rocked his hips. They moaned as Legato moaned.

“I missed you…”

Knives squealed in reply, towards curling. It hummed, a harmonic thing that matched Vash's moans and pleased hums.

“You always look so lovely, spread out like this…Your insides are so much pinker than Vash's,” Legato praised, the depth of color coming from the pain. “I love these petals on your body…they look like wings. They suit you so much. Such a beautiful, clean color. Vash's are a little different, tinged with pink. They're lovely too, but truly, you are my everything.”

Legato took his time, slowly rocking his hips in and out of Knives, who moaned, who struggled from the greedy overstimulation of its brother and the praise from Legato. It could feel Legato running his fingers along its petals, rubbing adoringly at the fat pussy lips he had stretched out over his cock.

“Legato…” Knives whined, Vash uselessly humming in a slightly higher pitch.

“I adore you,” Legato insisted, hands coming up to hold Vash's chest. “I love you,” he insisted, tugging at Vash's nipple while stroking his fingers under his metal chest plate. Vash moaned and arched, head tipped over Legato's shoulder.

Knives wanted to reply, exhaling hard and humming. Cock. Legato's cock. They missed his cock. They missed his gentle hands and his soft words. Legato. Legato made them feel so good. Legato brought them Vash. Legato was fucking Vash inside of them. Vash was riding them because that's where Legato put him. Vash was cumming because of Knives, because of how good his pussy got to feel because of Legato—Legato. Legato, Legato, Legato.

“You were so good while you waited for me, Knives,” Legato praised. “I missed this…” he rocked his hips gently into Knives, arms wrapping around Vash's waist. “Your pussy is always so tight, like you're scared to let me go. But I'm not going anywhere because you're mine.”

“I'm yours,” Knives echoed, pussy throbbing so hard they could feel the head of Legato's cock against their cervix, could feel the curve of it, could feel the wetness pressed into it—and it made them tremble. It made them moan and arch up into Vash and cum. He hadn't even fucking him properly yet and his cock made them cum. Knives’ moan was half growling between their teeth, feral and desperate. They gushed around Legato and all over the chaise, Vash keeping his hips dropped on Knives to keep all of their cum inside him as they orgasmed.

Cock. Legato's cock. His hands. Legato smiled. “How lovely you always are for me, my everything. How endearing.” He pulled back, then stuffed his cock back into Knives. Slow. Sensual. A tight fit.

Knives squeaked, tears in its eyes. “Legato! Legato, please? Please? Cum inside of me? I'm yours, so give it to me?” Knives begged.

“Of course, Knives,” Legato promised. Knives could hear its pussy squelch, soaked. It moaned, Legato starting a gentle pace as he held Vash. He kissed Vash's neck and shoulder, Vash going right back to fucking himself hard on Knives’ cock.

Its cock. Its cock felt so good inside of Vash. Legato's cock felt so good inside of it. Cock. Cock. Its cock hurt and that was good. Good and important. Legato always fucked Knives slowly at first, reverant. He would always observe Knives’ pussy like it was art. He would gently touch and stare, rubbing cum into its petals, fingers smearing the mess around and sure to get every crevice.

He was pollinating it. How romantic. Legato was so romantic. He brought it Vash and put Vash's cum inside of it and was going to add his own. Legato was perfect. Knives was so glad it belonged to him.

Legato panted softly against Vash's ear, eyes only watching Knives fuck Vash, only staring at the petals he had reached back down to touch. “Beloved Knives…So good for me. So tight. Do you want it?”

Knives, delirious, could only chant yes until it got it. It clenched its pussy, despite it already being tight, despite it already hurting. But being tight meant it got to keep more of Legato's cum inside. Probably. That sounded right.

Legato moaned, deep and sensual, hot bursts inside of Knives. Cum—his cum! It had waited so long for his cum again! Knives moaned, harmonizing with Vash.

“Again?” it begged, sweetheart tenderness its voice. Legato was still working through his current orgasm. “Cum inside of me again, Legato?”

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Knives’ ears were a little longer than last month. They were less the color of human flesh and paler, more like their sisters’. Their hair had started getting even lighter in color as well and they had sensation in it. Their waist was even smaller, Conrad mentioning something about their organs shrinking and then disintegrating if they hadn't started shifting.

Their fingers and legs were noticeably longer, Knives towering over everyone present. They were articulate and well spoken as always, but their voice was softer, higher. Their plant markings were overt and consistent, the ones on their face a deeper blue compared to the almost white of their belly and hips. Their irises had expanded, the view from a distance getting blurrier. They had fatty tissue and skin growing out of their lower back, pressed up against their spine like a second set of shoulder blades and half wrapped around their waist like wings.

The followers of the Eye of Michael thought their faith was rewarding them. They thought the angel was becoming more powerful or was finally allowing them to see its true form if not both. They were reverant, as always. They listened, as always. They prayed, as always.

The biggest difference for Knives was Vash being present. Being twins and being connected again meant they were more in tune with each other. Vash's only responsibility was to cater to Legato and Knives with his body. Even during times like this, where both Legato and Knives were busy, he was insatiable.  

Knives continued to talk. Something rehearsed. Their pussy throbbed. Their cock twisted. Vash. Vash had his gate fingers stuffed up into his cunt and Knives could feel it. Vash was stationary, stuck in an endless loop of orgasm. He had cum again.

Knives trailed off. They raised their head and continued. Their pussy dripped all over the floor, their cock flooding with moisture beads just to drip right into the puddle they were making. Their pussy ached. Ached like when Legato hadn't been there but worse.

It desperately needed relief. It needed it so badly. Knives pressed two fingers to its aching, empty cunt and swirled them around inside, looking for remnants of when Legato had been inside of it. It stuffed its fingers into its mouth, talking around them. Its fingers vaguely tasted like Legato, but it wasn't enough. And it had no idea where he was in the crowd and it didn't want to go find him in the mess of humans.

Knives stopped speaking, grabbed the nearest Gung Ho-Gun by the wrist and stood him next to them. The tall one with white hair. Vash's hair wasn't dark at all anymore. It had been a worry of theirs, but it was completely blond like when they were children again.

He stuffed his fingers into its cunt.

“Hey!” The dark haired one. He helped collect his sisters for Knives. Its blades aimed at his throat, snake-like as they searched his face.

“Shhh…” a soft bit of guidance from someone. Legato was out in the crowd. Something about security. Something about listening to them whisper. So Legato hadn't sat nearby. Legato should have had his fingers inside of Knives instead.

Lowly humans, disgusting and undesirable. But the only thing that was desirable was Legato. So if they found relief in this, it was of course a gift from Legato.

“Finger me or I kill him,” Knives instructed. The white haired sibling did as he was told. He made Knives pussy squelch, made them moan in front of their followers. Their followers whispered softly, a ripple amongst them, then they started to clap. The crowd started to praise them, overt to a degree, but loving.

Knives continued to talk. But again, the focus wasn't on their own words. It was on the needy, desperate tightness of their cunt. Their pussy hurt, it throbbed, it yearned. They craved Legato inside of them. Knives ran their hands along their chest, catching the piercings. They squeezed at the fatty muscle, interrupting themselves to moan. They needed this.

“Harder,” they instructed, the dark haired sibling livid behind them. If Knives remembered correctly, they were often intimate in waiting periods. The envy, the unfair way his brother could be so easily taken from him must have wounded him deeply. Knives understood the pain, having lost Vash to humans. But these two were just that. Modified humans.

Knives removed—what was his name? Livio? Razlo? Something with an o at the end. They'd go with Livio. They removed Livio's fingers. They turned around and undid his pants, tugging them down to his thighs, his cock exposed. Oh. How disappointing. It wasn't anywhere as big as Legato's. They turned back around to the crowd. They bent forward, reaching behind themselves to spread their pussy open.

“Harder. Like you mean it. Or he gets maimed,” Knives threatened.

Livio's eyes glanced behind him, to his partner, to his brother. He looked out into the crowd and seemed to relax. His cock grew on its own, Knives sure it was a gift from Legato.

“Nico…” Livio mumbled, adoringly.

Legato was somewhere in the crowd. Legato would ensure their pleasure. Legato would give them relief. Livio delivered Legato's gift to them with his cock. He pushed it inside of Knives’ warm, waiting cunt.

It moaned, cock swelling with moisture that overflowed onto the floor. Sermon or whatever message it needed to deliver be damned. It needed this. It needed Legato. It needed to be fucked and cum like Vash got to. They were twins and yet he didn't have to think anymore and be overrun like this. Knives moaned, the meager cock not nearly hurting or stretching it out as much as Legato could.

Legato gave it this small, pathetic penis. Legato gave it this small bout of relief. Legato gave it this member of flesh that could traverse the depths of its shallow pussy. Legato. Legato. It wanted to cum like Vash for Legato.

The human at least took orders correctly. He fucked Knives hard, grabbing its wrists and tugging them behind him. Knives moaned, its breasts bouncing with every rough slap of Livio's cock into its pussy, drool added to the floor. The crowd of worshipers observed, pleased by their angel's rapturous delight.

“Nico…Nico…!”

Men, women, children—it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered to Knives was getting to cum at the same time as Vash, was getting to cum because of Legato. It moaned and chanted his name, the entire hall smelling like synthetic florals, like Legato.

“Yes—yes. Legato—yes, there! There! Legato, make me cum…! Legato, please…! I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours,” Knives chanted, the crowd's faces blurred. Those two words always filled it with such pleasure, filled it like Legato's cock.

Cock— cock, Legato's cock. The cock inside of them was a gift from Legato. Legato would let them cum. Legato would fuck them until they came. They could cum, right? Right, Legato always let them cum because lovely ladies got rewards for being so polite and well mannered.

“Cum—Legato, you're gonna make me cum…! Legato, Legato I want to cum because I'm yours! Legato…!” Knives moaned, unable to keep its right eye completely open and both remained unfocused.

The cock inside of it was rough, was rude, bullied deep inside and stretched its tight pussy. Its pussy that belonged to Legato. Its pussy that was treated so well. Its pussy that got to squirt in front of its followers so hard it hit some of them.

Knives panted so hard its voice grated, a correction into a higher pitch as its cock dripped all over its own feet. Cock. Its cock. Knives wanted Legato to touch its cock and put his cock in it. Its nipples were aching, yearning for attention like its pussy. Its pussy didn't have enough attention.

“Legatoooo,” Knives whined, wriggling their wrist free to stuff it into their tight cunt with the human's cock. Not enough. Legato's gift wasn't enough.

“Again—make me cum again,” Knives demanded, the crowd roaring in agreement. “Legato make me cum again, Legato, please,” Knives whined.

Livio started thrusting again, a brutal pace that almost was deserving of Legato. It hurt, they couldn't get their fingers deep enough. Their pussy was too tight.

“You fucker,” the dark haired sibling hissed from behind them.

“I thought you wanted to protect Livio. It would be better for him if he thought nothing of this,” Legato chuckled. “You though… you get to remember because of how much of a nuisance you were on the steamer.”

“That was almost a damn year ago, are you kidding?!” 

“Does this look like a joke?” Legato asked curiously. “You're welcome to tell people what's happening…but no one will believe you, least of all your darling baby brother. How delusional are you going to sound?” Legato laughed.

Legato. Oh, Legato! Legato was fucking their tight pussy! Legato was going to make them cum in front of their devoted followers! Legato was showing everyone who Knives belonged to! Knives wished their tits were big enough to put in their mouth and suck on already. The relief would be immense. They needed that so bad—just as bad as they needed Legato.

“Go on, say it. Legato brainwashed hundreds of people and the other Gung-Ho Guns into being excited about watching the most powerful being on the plant get fucked by your brother. They cheered, they clapped, they opened their mouths for Knives’ cum. Tell them how Livio is fucking Knives so hard that his own hips will bruise. Tell them how happy he was to do it while chanting your name under his breath. Go on. Say something,” Legato encouraged.

“I should kill you,” the dark haired sibling hissed.

“The crowd will descend upon you like a swarm of ants and maggots on a raw piece of meat,” Legato replied with a shrug.

“Legato—Legato, Legato! I'm yours! Harder! I'm yours! Please, I wanna cum again like Vash! I've been a lovely lady who does all her work, aren't I? Oh—ah! Please?” Knives begged, the sound of his voice soothing. His cock felt smaller than normal. Was something wrong? He must have been using a toy again, like when he first had to help Knives stretch out his pussy.

Its tight, needy pussy. Its pussy felt so good! It wanted to cum! It wanted to finger itself harder. Deeper. It needed to cum or it would die, it was sure of it! Cum, cum, cum, it needed Legato's warm cum! If it got his cum, it could have bigger breasts! Its pussy would feel better! Its pussy hurt, it needed to cum so bad!

“I thought you wanted to keep Knives to yourself—or does petty revenge matter more?” the sibling bit.

“Knives desires me. Knives is all but a God. To see me in the face of every human is a blessing. You are all sharing in my image. Aren't you lucky?” Legato cooed.

His voice was always so warm. Knives loved his voice. Knives loved Legato. Knives loved the way Legato adjusted them, tugging them backwards and hips canted forward as they sprayed the crowd with their cum and screamed, a melodic noise.

Knives panted, pussy schlicking and clenching around Legato's cock. The cum was lukewarm. The small cock slid out, Knives aware of the number of followers clapping.

“Knives my everything, you should go back to giving them your speech,” Legato reminded, the hand at its wrist letting go and being replaced with cold hands at its back—right. Legato's hands were cold and his cum was warm.

Knives stood upright, eyes unfocused. Knives continued. Legato's cold hands stroking at its belly, then slid down and gently held its cock. It was to soothe, not to entice. Knives continued to speak, shuffling and adjusting behind it.

“Liv…?”

“Shh. Watch the speech, Nico.”

Knives moaned softly between words. Gentle kisses to its neck from Legato. Knives spread its legs apart even more. Its pussy and cock dripped on the floor. Legato's hands dipped between Knives legs, holding open its pussy.

Knives hiccuped a soft moan. It leaned back, hips tipped forwards. The people below could surely see inside of its pussy. They could see how Legato's cock left it gaping.

Knives felt Legato press four fingers from each hand into its pussy—Knives whining like a bitch in heat. It tried to continue to speak as Legato's knuckles touched, as he spread them apart. Knives trembled, sweat dripping down their back.

“Lights,” Legato instructed, the floor lights on a dimmer setting aimed up at Knives’ pussy. Everyone was going to see. Everyone was going to see Knives tight insides. Legato was opening Knives’ pussy for all to see who they belonged to, who was the only one who could satisfy them.

It made them cum. Their hips jerked, violent twitching as they soaked the floor.

“Leg—ah—ato! Legato! Yes!” Knives squealed, Legato adjusting the grip he had on Knives pussy. He stretched them open further as they orgasmed, their pussy in agony. It was rapturous. It was amazing. They felt so good. Everyone was watching Legato make Knives feel so good!

“My pussy…! Everyone, please look at my pussy! It belongs to Legato, okay? Legato's the only one who can make me feel this good! Legato's cock belongs in my tight pussy!” Knives insisted for everyone to hear. They agreed, cheering loudly, some moans even in the crowd. “That's right! If I'm feeling good, that means better things for all of you as well. So, you should all watch me get fucked by Legato!” Knives insisted, coy in how Legato would have to just agree with whatever it said in front of other people. It was so smart! It would get Legato's cock in its pussy!

“You're depraved for making him act like that.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Legato asked, Knives moaning as Legato continued to stretch its pussy open for the crowd to see its insides. “Knives wanted this.” 

“Yeah! Yeah, I want Legato's cock! Legato? Your cock, please?” Knives begged. “Please give me your cock I need your cock! Everyone can see how bad the inside of my pussy needs your cock!” Knives gasped. “I bet they can even see how much my cervix is twitching, sucking air and waiting for your cum! Ohhhh, you should give me your cum!”

Legato kissed Knives’ forehead.

“As you wish, my everything.”

“Sicko.”

“I genuinely didn't do anything this time. I like to wait until we're in private because I care about Knives…I think this is becoming more of its default state than how it was before. So, I just don't think Knives can help it anymore,” Legato cooed, giving Knives a warm smile.

“Help?” Knives echoed. “Help me with your big cock? You will right? You'll help me? You'll stick it in me and fuck me? You'll fuck me, right, Legato? Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me?” Knives chanted.

“Of course, my everything,” Legato agreed, offering Knives his tongue for them to suck on. Knives squealed happily, sucking on it eagerly like candy. Legato was still trying to open Knives’ pussy even more. Oh! Ow! How nice! Legato was making room in Knives’ body for his super big cock!

Knives really wanted his cock! Knives wanted everyone to watch it take Legato's cock. Knives wanted everyone to see how much of a lovely lady it was when taking Legato's dick in its pussy!

“Scho evfry'ahn?” Knives begged, refusing to stop suckling on Legato's tongue.

“Of course.”

“Yaaay! Everybody watch me take Legato's cock!” Knives demanded. Legato guided Knives to the edge of the platform, a hush over the crowd. He sat, legs stretched out in front of him on the floor. He undid his pants and presented to them his penis. A polite bout of clapping.

Knives stood on either side of his legs, then pressed their feet to the very edge of the platform. They slowly lowered themself down, drooling all over their own tits.

“I'm gonna take Legato's cock,” it whispered to itself. “Watch…watch me take his cock…!” It lowered itself into a sitting position, Legato's hands holding its hips.

“Be a lovely lady and take your time. Let the crowd savor it, my everything.”

“Yes! Yes, they'll love it and me so much! They'll love me so much they could just die for me! They'll love me so much they'll never hurt me! They'll be good to me—like you, Legato!” Knives gushed, looking over their shoulder at him with a big smile. Something in his face seemed sad. Maybe because he wasn't fucking Knives yet because they couldn't shut the fuck up.

So, Knives sunk slowly onto his cock. Bit by bit, inch by inch, like when Vash did it. But Knives had more practice, Knives was more fluid about it. Knives took it all even though it hurt and Knives didn't even cry—but they were pretty sure that was because they didn't have tear ducts anymore.

But they did it! They took all of Legato's cock inside of their pussy in front of all of the humans there! They trembled, their cock constantly flooding and bursting with moisture.

“Y…yeah! I did it! Yay me! I did it, I'm a lovely lady who takes Legato's cock so good…! So—so good, I'm so good I belong to you, I'm yours I'm so good!” Knives insisted, a feral growl in their voice when they got too excited. Legato rubbed up and down Knives’ belly, then roughly squeezed their breasts.

“Yes you are, my everything. Now…ride it and make me cum in you.”

“Yes!” Knives shrieked, humming and moaning and cooing and blubbering immediately. Their thrusts were rough and fast, continuing even when their legs burned. Continuing even when it hurt so much—but Legato said to get him to cum inside of their pussy! And Knives needed bigger titties and they needed everyone to see how good they took Legato's cock and they needed everyone to love them as much as Legato! And they needed to cum as much as Vash!

Vash, Vash, Vash! Their baby brother! Was he feeling good because Knives was feeling good too? Could he feel how intensely Knives was taking Legato's cock? Was he? Vash was a good girl, so he was probably taking every orgasm Knives was too!

Orgasm—cum! Knives wanted Legato's cum! Knives wanted to cum! Cum, cum, cum! Knives wanted to be full of so much cum that they could reach into their pussy and suck on their fingers covered in Legato's cum whenever they wanted! Then if he was busy, Knives would still have his cum!

So smart, it was so smart! Smart, good, big, cock, his cock was big it wanted his big cock to stuff them full of cum.

Knives orgasmed at the feeling of his searing cum pressing deep into their pussy—into their womb, even.

“Cum…cum…Legato's cum…” they blubbered, everyone cheering. Knives gave them a big smile, eyes half lidded and unfocused. It was a lovely lady who took Legato's cum so well.

“Knives my love…why don't we discuss removing any future public appearances, alright?” Legato panted. “This was a lot, even for me…”

“Okaaaay~!” Knives cooed, more singing than speaking. Legato stroked their hair, Knives happy they had sensation in it. “I love your cum,” Knives blubbered. “I love you…!”

The older sibling sucked his teeth.

Knives lifted their hips, cum bubbling from their pussy. They moaned, then slid half off the stage. They curled their legs up, then started kissing and sucking on Legato's cock. He groaned, hand still in their hair.

“Alright…just a little bit.”

Knives hummed happily, eagerly sucking the cum that wasn't in their pussy off his cock. Their pussy couldn't take it without it hurting, but Knives was so good at stuffing Legato's cock in their throat! Their lashes fluttered, Knives humming happily while their pussy dripped Legato's cum where the crowd could see.

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Vash was just as pretty as Nai now—as their sisters even. He had big, deep eyes like a fish with pupils that were always blown out. Not only were his legs and fingers longer, but his torso was as well. There was an emphasis on his waist that was more spine than anything and Legato loved to use it as an anchor point when fucking him. Or it was his long, pretty hair. It didn't curl like Nai's did, but it was still very pretty and he liked when Legato used that as an anchor point to fuck his pussy from the back too!

His breasts were small, but mesmerizingly bouncy, Conrad having done a wonderful job with the grafting and aesthetic surgery to make them look the same. He even had matching pierced nipples. Nai's breasts were heavier from how many more babies they had and the milk they produced for them. So they were usually attached to a pretty collar with wire to keep them upright and constantly stimulate them for it. Both also now had nose piercings that resembled cattle stereotypes from Earth. It was cute! All of their piercings were shiny and silver, with pink and blue gemstones! Vash had blue, Nai had pink! Vash's skin was more milky with the most bary visible undertones of pink, whereas Nai's had the faintest eggshell blue tint to it. So their piercings matched!

They both were constantly lit up, both constantly either touching their fluttering pussy petals or rubbing them together if Legato wasn't fucking them. It felt even better after Legato had pierced their pussies. Their cocks were also pierced and would get tangled so tightly together sometimes that when they touched each other Legato had to spend a good while unknotting them. But it just meant he should be with them all the time forever!

Nai didn't make any more public appearances, so they got to stay with Vash all of the time! They were constantly touching, making each other cum, making each other happy. All they needed to be happy was to cum.

Nai had been right and Vash didn't need to talk anymore either! He got to hum and sing at both Nai and Legato and they both understood him just fine. Nai had also gradually talked less and less, also mostly humming and moaning with Vash.

Their wings were also gorgeous too. They didn't curl up and hide in them like their sisters. Vash mostly let them float behind them and low to the ground while Nai wrapped them tight around their waist and thighs.

They haunted the halls of the massive Julai tower, hand in hand as they looked for Legato. He had been working, but he was taking foreverrrr!

They found the black and white siblings in the room with tables and human food, Nai partial to the tall one with white hair which left Vash to be partial to the other. Any other humans in the room immediately escaped the second the doorway was clear of the twins. Nai's eyes followed all of them as they left, their wings tightening around their waist.

Vash cooed at them, a soft, curious hum as he tipped his head fluidly, like he was in water.

“For the millionth time, we don't know where your keeper is, so fuck off,” the older sibling snapped at them.

Sometimes Vash had a hard time understanding other humans when they spoke. They spoke too fast or their voices were so different from Legato's it was distracting. The one with dark hair had a voice that was too deep and he rapid fire spat words at him usually, but sometimes Vash could understand him. When it was late, when his silver brother was asleep. He would speak quietly not to wake him and Vash liked him best then, even if he seemed more freaked out by the twins then.

“Nico, be nice. They're just looking for Legato. They don't mean anything bad,” the silver twin insisted, his voice gentle and understandable. His brother sucked his teeth.

Nai cooed at them, a curious twirling whistle.

“I'm sorry, Knives. We don't know where he is and we can't help you look if that's what you're asking. We have to go get another of your sisters soon. Have you tried Conrad? He can call him if he doesn't know where he is.”

The twins both hummed sadly at them, an organ durge that made the dark haired sibling uncomfortable.

“Stop talking to them,” the dark haired sibling hissed, gripping the hand of his sibling.

Vash trilled at him, drumming his long fingers against Nai's. The dark haired sibling's upper lip curled up in horror.

“Go! Shoo!”

“Bye, bye,” Livio waved at them.

Nai leaned closer—just for the older sibling to yank his brother away from him and wrap his legs around him, leaned so far back it was amazing he didn't fall.

“NO!”

No kisses? How sad! Nai looked to Vash, who used his other hand to hold his cheek and kiss him. Their kisses were like Legato's now. It made their bodies happy, it made their breasts tingle and their pussies soft and willing. They twined their cocks together, the older sibling dragging his younger sibling away.

The twins moaned, soft gasping and melodic humming. It felt good—it always felt sooo good to wrap his cock around Nai. Vash could have their cock any time they wanted and Nai could do the same. Sometimes they fucked each other at the same time and it felt so good it was like their cocks got stuck in each other's pussies!

Legato always had to pull them apart when they got like that too. Nai always sounded so nice when their dick was being played with. Sometimes, when Legato was fucking them, Vash would tease them and shove his dick in their ass.

They would sing sooo loud and cum soooo hard for Legato. They would always snap their teeth at Vash, but they would always have to stop because they couldn't get their body to do what they wanted when they came that hard and that frequently. Nai pushed their long fingers into Vash's greedy pussy, making him moan.

He spread his legs, leaning back onto his petal like wings. He was so light they could handle all of his weight. It was like having a makeshift bed only he was the bed. But it meant he got to spread his legs for Nai, who uncurled their cock from Vash's and lined it up with his entrance.

Nai went in so easily, Vash's pussy always stretched out for them or for Legato. He hummed and moaned, rocking his hips down into Nai's cock. Cock, cock, Nai's cock! It felt so good! He loved the feeling of how it moved inside, of how it always threatened to pierce past his cervix.

Nai's heavy tits swung over his face, Vash catching on his mouth and sucking on it, making Nai moan. Nai's breasts always seemed to leak, a light, creamy milk. Vash was jealous they had another way to be wet seemingly all of the time, but it tasted yummy and Legato always encouraged him to suckle on Nai. So he could forgive his sibling if he got to reap the rewards. And this reward was always more enjoyable with Nai's cock stuffed in his pussy.

It felt so good, Nai made him feel so good! His pussy dripped all over the floor, Vash reaching down to jerk himself off. Nai groaned, a soft, sweet noise as they closed their eyes to focus on the feeling of fucking Vash.

Nai always looked so pretty when they closed their eyes, when they focused on trying to stuff Vash full of their cum. They smelled good. Their milk was yummy. They were pretty. They were going to make Vash cum again—Vash loved when Nai made him cum. Cum, cum, cum—

“Oh, girls? You looking for Legato?”

Nai yanked out of Vash so fast it made him shriek and lose the nipple in his mouth, Nai shamelessly scrambling over their brother to get to Elendira first. Vash came all over, leaving a huge mess of cum while Nai covered Elendira in kisses. Kisses! No fair, Vash wanted to give her kisses too!

Vash fumbled to flip himself over like a bug, flapping and skittering over to Elendira to assault her other cheek, leaving a trail of cum down her thighs and to her orgasm puddle on the floor.

Unlike the siblings, Elendira liked their kisses and always spoke slow to them so they could understand her. She also smelled a little like them, but not quite. Kind of how Legato smelled a little like them, but not quite.

“Hi baby girls,” she laughed, scratching under their chins and making them trill happily as they continued to cover her cheeks in kisses. “Thank you for the estrogen, girls. You know I needed my daily dose,” she cooed, giving them both kissy lips. Nai kissed her first, tongue wiggling into her mouth. Nai moaned, their fingers going into their pussy to touch themselves. Elendira pulled away and turned to Vash, who then put his tongue in her mouth next.

He could feel how good Nai's pussy felt, a pleasurable ache. They were always so tight it was unfair. Vash deserved to have it hurt more than Nai! Boooo!

Nai sang at her while fingering itself. Legato? She had mentioned Legato, where was Legato? Legato could help it cum! It wanted to cum! They both wanted to cum!

“He had to step out for a bit while you two were asleep, but he's downstairs if you want me to take you to him.”

The twins harmonized at her, Vash clinging to her while Nai squirted all over the floor. She chuckled, watching them twitch and writhe. Nai panted, Vash floating down between their legs to lick at their pussy.

“Come on,” Elendira encouraged. “I thought you two were harassing people so you could find Legato.”

Vash whined, suckling on Nai's petals.

Nai unfurled their wings and lifted their knees, holding one of Elendira's hands with both of their own.

She sighed. “Alright.”

Nai sang happily at her, Vash adjusting so he was floating on his back. It was easier to tongue fuck Nai that way if he had to float. Otherwise his neck would hurt.

Legato, Legato~! Elendira was taking them to Legaaaatooo~! They missed Legato! They loved him! They wanted to have sex with him! They wanted to get fucked by him! Vash moaned, his pussy fluttering at the idea. Nai moaned in reply, wrapping his thighs around Vash's head to tug him closer, to let his tongue get deeper. It made them both moan again.

They really, really loved sucking on each other's pussies. The taste was their favorite—and it was probably Legato's too! But it made them just want his cock. The twins had recently settled on their favorite positions. One of them would get fucked by the other and one would get fucked by Legato, or Legato would fuck one and suck on the pussy of the other.

Legato was so good at kissing and sucking and licking in their pussies! He always did it with his brows drawn super duper tight, like he couldn't get enough. And he always paid extra special attention to where they were pierced, where they were the most sensitive.

So Vash always tried to eat Nai's pussy like Legato. He tried to put aaaalll his attention on that piercing. But Vash was a mean little sibling, so once he got Nai nice and relaxed, once he got them nice and close and distracted, he started feeling up their ass.

Their ass was so fat. It was so much fatter than Vash's. It jiggled and was fun to pinch and hit. It was even more fun to sneak his fingers between their cheeks and stuff them in their wet ass.

Nai shrieked, then immediately hissed down at Vash, angry with him for doing that again. But Nai forgot all the time and always fell for it. They wiggled, trying to remove Vash's mouth from their pussy, the suction and intensity making Nai crumble. 

They rocked their pussy into his face, even letting Vash finger their ass because their pussy felt so nice they could forgive Vash! They always did and Vash knew it felt good because his own pussy felt amazing—and he used his gate fingers in their asshole to make sure it felt good.

His own asshole twitched, Vash spreading his legs so people could see the way tongue fucking Nai made his own pussy quiver. So they could see the way fingering his sibling made his hole clench around nothing.

“Girls,” Elendira sighed.

Oh yeah, Elendira!

Knives hummed at her, begging as they rode Vash's face. Vash hummed happily, trying to let Elendira know that he'd get Nai to cum soon and then they could keep looking for LegaaAAHH!

Nai had leaned back, stuffing their fingers into Vash's ass, then leaned back even further to suck his dick.

Mean! Meanie! Nai was supposed to cum first! It was supposed to be Nai—Nai, Nai, Nai—! Both of them orgasmed at the same time, a closed circuit of pleasure. Both sang out bliss, both soaked the hallway.

“Are you two finished?” Elendira asked, tapping her foot a few times.

The twins gave her half hearted hums, righting themselves and lacing their fingers together. Their nipples piercings brushed together, both of them immediately distracted by the frottage.

Vash wrapped his legs around Nai, who eagerly shoved its pussy up against Vash's. Their petals folded together, both of them humming and moaning, both of them desperate for kisses.

“Alright, guess I'll bring him to you since you both can't stop causing a scene in the hallway. Honestly,” she sighed. “You know I'm fond of you two, but seriously…Sometimes I worry about you empty-headed girls.”

Elendira left them, Vash and Nai happy to twine their cocks together. It was always like this. They'd get a little far to find Legato, then get so distracted with each other. They rubbed their boobs together, Vash helping Nai adjust them so his tits were constantly pressing into theirs.

Nai moaned into Vash's mouth, who moaned back. Their cocks twirled and jerked, knotted and locked piercings together, Nai's breast milk dribbling down to its bellybutton. They both tugged them up, knotted in a way where pulling apart or pulling anywhere really felt so good! Sex with Nai was sooo good!

Their bodies were just perfect together! And Nai had such a pretty body! Vash always wanted to touch them aaaallll over! Deep inside their mouth and their pussy and their ass! Vash loved Nai's ass!

Their fat, jiggly ass that was tighter than their pussy! And they always clenched so hard when Vash stuffed his fingers in their ass. It felt good! He loved it—he loved Nai! He loved their cocks tied and tugging together, he loved how their wet pussies smelled, he loved the taste of his sibling’s tongue, he loved that he had jiggly boobs he could shove against Nai's leaky titties!

He loved this! He felt so good! His cock felt so good! He was so glad Legato pierced them and made them match! He loved feeling Nai's cock gush around his when they both came at the same time. Even if Nai came before Vash, it was always so hard to tell with them knotted together and sharing feelings. Good, good, good! Orgasms with Nai felt so good!

“Hey, girls? Having fun?” A man asked. He played a weird brass instrument sometimes. The twins ultimately liked him. They moaned at him, sang at him as he walked by, Vash tipping his head back so far it bent him and Nai backwards. Vash got to lay down again, Nai on top the way they liked.

The instrument man whistled at them, the girls cooing back before Nai roughly tugged itself up, Vash shrieking and moaning. Good! Mean! Ow, so good! Gonna cum! Cum, cum, cum, he loved cum!

“…ey're in the middle of the hallway, though. And before that they chased everyone out of the breakroom to harass the Punisher and the Doublefang to find you. I know we have a meeting, but they're in the way. At least put them back in their room. I'll tell everyone to just hang out for an hour so you can get them settled.”

A sigh, Nai roughly yanking their cocks as they pulled away.

“Alright. I always feel bad. I'd rather just stay with them until they fuck themselves to sleep.”

Legato?!

“Girls!” he called out to them, the twins immediately righting themselves and shrieking in harmonic delight as he came over. “Hi, my loves. Yes, hello,” he chuckled, both of them covering him in kisses.

Legato, Legato, Legato! Legato!

Vash already started pawing at his pants and trying to get them undone, Knives already trying to put their tongue in his mouth.

“Mmm, okay. Alright. I know, I'm terrible for being gone for three hours, how selfish of me,” he apologized half around Nai's tongue and half trying to ease them away.

They both shrieked in agreement, making him laugh.

“Wait—did you two knot yourselves together again?” he sighed. “Vash…I thought you agreed to be a good girl. And Knives, my everything, didn't you also promise to behave?”

They both whined, Vash apologetically kissing Legato's cock.

“Greedy girls, like always,” he cooed at them. “If I give you my cock to suck on, will you go back to your room for a little while until I come to get you? No exploring?”

Vash whined. Anything, anything he wanted! He just needed his cock so bad!

Nai sang in agreement, easing both of them down to their knees on the floor. They held the head of Legato's cock and kissed one side, Vash suckling at the other.

“Good girls,” Legato praised, both of them moaning and feeling the other's cock pulse.

Good girls, they were good lovely girls! Yes! Whatever he wanted! Anything he wanted all the time always, yes!

Nai kissed down one side of his cock, Vash kissing up the other. Both stared when they met at the middle. Both made a silent agreement and kissed down to the head of his dick.

They tongue kissed around it, tasting each other and Legato. He tasted salty and smelled like the sun. He had been outside. His cock was a little sweaty and it made it extra yummy.

Nai kissed the head of Legato's cock, Vash whining at it being greedy. Nai ignored him and swallowed all of Legato's cock, throat bulging. It was always so whiny about its ass or pussy being fucked, but it loved getting throat fucked. It always made Vash jealous because he couldn't swallow dick the way his pussy could!

He wanted to make Legato moan like that too! Vash went lower, suckling on his heavy balls. Balls that had his cum—cum, he wanted to swallow his cum! Nai better not swallow it all or he'd be so mad!

“Slower,” Legato instructed. “Savor it. Worship it,” he demanded, their foggy little brains turning off completely.

Nai pulled his cock out of their throat, drool coating their lips. Vash pulled away. Savor it. An order. They followed any orders Legato gave so easily. He only had to give them once.

So, they took their time. They kissed it more, they took turns lapping at his cum. They idly tugged at their knotted together cocks. They moaned softly. They'd kiss. Savor it. Savor blowing Legato. Savor the taste of his cum.

“Nai…my love, force Vash to take it all.”

Nai hummed, collecting Vash's hair. Vash opened his mouth, the head of Legato's cock sitting on his tongue. Nai pushed him further down, Vash closing his lips around it. His throat was tight. Always so tight—probably about as tight as Nai's pussy.

His humming sounded broken, discordant. But Nai just slowly forced his head down further, hair knotted in his fingers. The back of his head tingled. Vash's leg twitched. He felt wetness drip from his pussy and onto the floor.

“Good girl, Vash. You're a good girl, you can take it like Nai can,” Legato promised. He could. He could take it. It would hurt, but he never gagged. And Nai was so good about guiding him, about holding fistful of his hair so he couldn't pull away when it hurt too much.

He could take it. He could take Legato's cock because it made Legato moan. He stroked Vash's cheek, then Nai's.

“Force her to take it all the way.”

Nai was less gentle. They forced Vash completely down the other half of his cock. Nasty, wet squelching and glucking, Vash trying to pull away. But Nai held him there, Legato moaning loudly and tipping his head back.

“Just like that. Good girl. Nai, make Vash throat fuck me how you like it.” Because Nai could feel it. Because it felt good for Nai despite it hurting Vash.

Vash whined, wincing. But he didn't have tear ducts anymore, so he just sounded upset. Nai roughly tugged his mouth halfway off, then shoved him back down. Nai moaned, their cock throbbing.

They did it again and again, Vash choking and unable to see. It hurt so much. Legato's cock was too big in his throat. Nai completely yanked Vash off Legato's cock, Vash stupidly gasping for air and leaving his mouth open. Nai ran his still open mouth along the length of Legato's dick. Right and left, then shoved him back down on it. More desperate, wet choking.

It hurt. His throat hurt. Nai felt good and Vash felt how good Nai felt from it. Nai loved this. This was payback for Vash fingering their ass. Vash whined an apology, looking at Nai, who was very pleased at his suffering.

“Good girls…such good girls for me,” Legato praised as Nai yanked and shoved Vash on and off his cock. “Yes…just like that, good girl, Nai. My darling, you're doing so good, showing Vash how to take it. Yeah…Good…Hold her down on it completely when I cum, alright?”

Nai delighted and reveled in the feeling in its own throat, purring happily up at Legato. It enjoyed it so much it wasn't even mad they didn't get to taste Legato's cum.

Vash couldn't see straight. Vash couldn't keep any thoughts in her head. Not one. Not about cum. Not about cock. Not about Legato. He just let himself get used. The pain and pleasure left him feeling more like his sisters.

His body was just a vessel to be used however Legato wanted. Legato wanted his throat as a cock sleeve, so how dare Vash even so much as object with gagging on reflex. Wet, stuffed, shoved totally down on his cock.

Vash's long lashes fluttered as his useless throat filled with cum. He tried to pull away, Nai roughly keeping him in place. They shook Vash's head back and forth, burrowing it into Legato's pubes.

Legato's moan sounded so nice.

“Good girl, Vash…Take it all like a good girl. That's it…This is what you were made for, my love,” he promised. Vash hummed uselessly around his cock, his throat so sore he had to try a second time for the sound to leave him.

His legs were numb like when he came too hard. They trembled, they felt too heavy. Nai had come from it and forced Vash to cum too, even if it hurt. Good. Good he was so glad he got cum.

“Nai, my darling beloved, you can take your sister off my cock now and clean it up with your own mouth.”

Nai tugged Vash off and immediately replaced Vash's mouth with their own. They trilled happily, sucking and slurping. Legato groaned, stroking Nai's face while Vash sat there, pupils blown so big his irises were almost gone completely. Blissed out and suffering. Cock locked with Nai's, pussy throbbing, mouth tasting of cum. He watched Nai's throat bulge on Legato's cock.

“Yeah…Such an excited girl for me, aren't you?” Legato cooed at it. Nai popped off his cock and trilled happily up at him, using both hands to jerk him off. “Yeah? Your pretty body, so eager for me always, aren't you? A perfect plant. Oh—I forgot to tell you. Conrad was very happy with the results of the last child you birthed.”

Nai trilled loudly, then stuffed Legato's cock down its throat and pinching their nipple so hard they milked it all over Legato's thigh. They hummed happily, Legato stroking their hair.

“Yes, I agree. You do look lovely, pregnant. Do you want me to get you pregnant again? Do you want to make more babies Nai? To shove them out of your tight pussy for me? To help your sisters? For humanity?” Legato added, looking at Vash who seemed to get a little more focus in his eyes at the mention of helping humans.

He yipped at him, wanting babies too!

“Oh, I know. I'll get you pregnant again too, Vash. You both like it so much, don't you? Happy to cum and suck on my dick and make babies all day. What good girls, what lovely ladies, what perfect plants,” he chuckled. “And to think Conrad even worried at first. He's so silly, isn't he? It's a lot easier to get your eggs and cum this way. Pretty girl. My beloved, Nai.”

Vash yelled at him.

“Yes, you too,” Legato promised. “My good girl who took all of my cock today. Do you want your reward?”

Reward? His reward wasn't cum? Or getting to cum? Or giving Legato another baby? Vash tipped his head to the side, confused.

“Aw. My sweet girl. Come on, both of you follow me back to our room,” he encouraged, easing both of them up, the twins floating as they clung to him. Vash wrapped his arms around Legato's shoulders, Nai curled around his waist to touch and suck his cock as they walked.

Reward? Legato had a reward for him? What kind of reward? Vash was curious. He started patting his clothes and pockets down, wondering if it was a new sex toy. Legato just chuckled. He opened the door to their room, closing it behind himself.

“Knives, Vash, present for me like good plants.”

They both pulled away from his body, Nai on top of Vash. They offered him their excited pussies, Legato humming happily.

“How pretty,” he praised. “Vash?” he cooed down at him, stroking his own cock.

Vash cooed curiously up at him.

“Do you want your reward?”

Vash nodded, even though he didn't know what it was until he felt it—until Nai shrieked violently.

Oh! Anal! Nai was getting fucked in its tight ass and Vash could feel it! He cooed happily, melting where he was. He always forgot when he took all of Legato's cock in his throat that this was his reward! He was so silly!

“Do you want it as rough as Nai gave it to you?” Legato asked.

Nai begged, shrieking and crying to Vash, who just nodded happily. Nai always forgot too! But they both liked it a little rough.

Nai clung to Vash for dear life, its tight ass forced around all of Legato's cock. Even better, if Vash shoved his fingers in Nai, it would tighten up!

Nai shrieked, eyes barely open as Legato forced himself inside of its clenching hole. He moaned, panting heavily.

“Take it…because you were made for this,” he groaned. “Take it, Knives. Take all of my love. Yes…!” Legato groaned, cussing and running his hand through his hair. “My lovely lady, meant to take my cock. What a good plant you are,” he praised, despite Nai practically sobbing.

Vash cooed, the same mean tone Nai had used with him earlier. He twirled his fingers in his pussy and tugged their cocks with his own. Nai whined—he hated coming from anal. It always implied he liked it and he didn't!

He was so whiny—it was cute. Vash moaned, relaxing and letting the orgasm hit them both, both twins trembling. Legato groaned, Nai's ass squelching as he stuffed him full of cum. But since it was Vash's reward, he never came too deep. He came deep enough to let Vash work it all out with his tongue. Nai would get his ass played with for even longer, despite his protests.

But they never fought it, not really. Because Nai was a lady, and ladies didn't cause a scene. So he whined and complained, a big bottom lip directed at Legato, who just smiled.

“You took it so well, Nai. You'll let your sister eat it out of you, won't you? You know Vash is good about sharing, I'm sure she'll kiss you rather than swallowing it all, won't you Vash?” Legato encouraged.

Vash cooed at him, kissing Nai. Of course!

“Now, Vash, Nai. I still have some things to do today. So if you both behave, I'll fuck you where you like, okay? In those pretty, waiting pussies.”

Both twins moaned in harmony, both of them wet. Both of them tried to entice Legato, reaching down and around to spread each other open for him.

“Soon, I promise.” He stroked their cheeks, kissed their heads, then put his cock away. “I love you both very dearly after all and it would be unbecoming to keep my little ladies waiting for too long.”

They cooed at him, Legato smiling, pleased. They were happy that Legato was happy. He made them feel good.

“Now, see me off like good plants.” An order and an easy one to follow.

They righted themselves, both twining their arms around him, both kissing a cheek.

“We love you, Legato,” they promised, a violent static white in their heads as their wings started to curl around each other until Legato came back for them—it was the only phrase they knew how to speak anymore. But the words didn't mean anything, a hollow echo of noises and sounds, of pleasure that could rival all of the riches in heaven.