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Jun. 10th, 2005 | 03:42 pm
posted by: millyfan in weepyukes
Millions Knives from Trigun becomes a weepy uke. Yes, you heard right. The one character who is least likely to be a weepy uke has become one.
Story Or Series Title: Brotherly Love http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/view_ch.p
Culprit Author's Name: D-Reaper Originalle
Full Name (plus titles if any): Millions Knives (NOOOOOOOO. NO NO NO!)
Full Species(es): Possessed canon character weepy uke
Hair Color (include adjectives): Same as in canon, blonde
Eye Color (include adjectives): Same as in canon, blue
Unusual Markings/Colorations: Everything about him is "pretty" or "seductive."
Special Possessions (if any): Lube that has materialized out of nowhere (some grudging props to the author for this, at least we have some lube in the fic)
Annoying Origin: The mind of a yaoi fangirl who thinks the fourth wall was made to be broken.
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters (or pairing if canon character): Vash X Knives, with Abusive!Seme!Vash
Annoying Special Abilities: The ability to act entirely ignorant of sex and massively out of character.
Other Annoying Traits: Whining, whimpering, and general ukeishness. . .
Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:
"Don't be such a wuss. Wait." He pulled out to the fingertip and inserted a second one. As Vash moved in, Knives tried to scoot away but Vash was holding him by the hip. "Relax,"
"Stop, Vash! Please." He didn't stop until both fingers were as far up Knives' butt as they would go. Then he looked at Knives- tears welling in his worried blue eyes, teeth gritted to bite back his wails of pain. Vash wiggled his fingers slightly and a forlorn whimper escaped his lips. For a moment, he wanted to continue. He wanted pound his rock hard cock into Knives' pretty ass; he wanted to make him cry, to hear that bishounen beg him to stop. Vash was feeling sadistic, and it was making him too hot to quit. Then he realized by torturing his brother for his own selfish wants, he would become worse than the things he hated in Knives, in a way. He could feel Knives trying to relax, but he was failing miserably. Vash sighed, ***Not this time*** and removed his fingers. "I'm sorry," he lowered his face and kissed the intruded pucker. "We won't try this again 'till you're ready. D'you wanna finish?" Knives squeezed the tears from his eyes and nodded.
Vash grabbed Knives' cock and squeezed. He wrapped his mouth around the head and sucked. Hard. With his tongue working Knives' third eye on top of it all, all it took was a gentle caress of his balls to send the now defiled virgin to climax. A beautiful scene unfolded- as they stared into each other's eyes, Knives giving Vash the most erotic look he'd ever seen, one hundred years of pent up cum exploded into Vash's mouth from Knives' rigid body, which was arched off the ground. His long fingers were once again gripped in golden hair as its owner's mouth overflowed. Vash sat up and swallowed a mouthful of cum. Then he lowered his dripping lips to Knives' face, where they were lapped and sucked at languidly until he caught his breath. "You don't taste bad, bro."
I think this fic redefines the term "out of character" in reference to Millions Knives. *sporkstabbarf*