Because I dont think I ever posted this before, and it is in fact, quite priceless
I should warn people, that this is over a year old, possibly going on two. Trigun/Angel Sanctuary crossover. I'm easing my way into that Tsubasa/Scrubs crossover I was talking about earlier. Don't expect anything grand from this one, but read it anyway for cracky fun. Contains the original author's notes from this point on.
Notes: On my slash wish-list was a Wolfwood/Katan ficlet. Upon further reflection, I realized no one in their right mind would take this project on. So I did it. ^.^ PWP, but not really lemony since I decided to stick with my usual style of clean porn. Besides, I still want my Keiichi/Kamui PWP to be the first lemon I write. There are also literary reasons as to why the sex scene is so vague, but it’s not my job as the author to point them out to you.
Set for Katan some point before the series when he is still trying to resurrect Rosiel. Set for Wolfwood at some point while Vash is living as Eriks with Lina. In other words, both are really lonely by this point.
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The sunlight poured in through the holes in the church’s roof, illuminating the dust particles as they twirled around the fallen beams. The dance was lost on Katan as he made his way to the altar; he had seen too many churches in a similar state for it to affect any more than to drive him further to his goal. Besides, things always seemed a lot easier when there were no humans around.
On some level, he knew he would experience something amazing if he could interact with the humans. Few others had taken the opportunity to leave their chosen planet. However, all the churches he managed to reach on other planets seemed to be in the same pitiful state of disuse. If he could leave footprints, he would be the first to do so in a very long time.
If only he could go outside the churches… The things he would be able to tell Rosiel-sama…
Katan kneeled in front of the cross and brought his right fist to his heart. “Forgive me, father, for I know my deeds go against your wishes.” An image of Rosiel from long ago flashed in his mind; a beautiful image he had created on a very special evening. Katan lowered his head. “Forgive me, God, for I am a sinner.” He was searching for Rosiel because he honestly did believe Rosiel could help them. Yet he could never separate his sense of duty from his personal feelings.
The sound of wood splintering caused him to rise and spin around. The man dressed all in black carrying a giant cross on his back was more than enough to startle the cherubim.
Wolfwood managed to hide his surprise at finding a silver-haired yet young-looking man kneeling in front of the altar much better than the man had hidden his surprise to see him there. Not who he had been looking for, but finding a soul in the abandoned church was better than not finding anything in there at all. If anything, he might offer him someone to talk to. Without thinking about it too much, he fished a cigarette out of his jacket and lit it, all the while aware that the other man was watching him.
“Have you come to confess your sins to God?” he asked around the cigarette, flicking the wasted match to the floor.
“Not really.” Wolfwood decided not to let the man know he had heard him confess he was a sinner. At the moment, he had other things on his mind than what sins this man may have committed. Like how the man standing before him seemed almost as surreal as another man he knew.
“Would you like to confess your sins?” Wolfwood asked at length.
Katan could see no point in confessing his sins to a mortal man. However, since he had mentioned it… “Is that why you are here? Do you have any sins you wish to confess?”
“Hardly,” the man responded quickly, throwing his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out, and immediately pulling out another. “My sins are my own damn business.” Katan felt his eyebrow twitch up and chose not to mention that the man’s behavior said enough about his sins already.
“Then why are you here?” Katan asked him.
Wolfwood took another long drag on his new cigarette as he surveyed the musty church again. “I was looking for someone.” The church seemed just as empty as all the other places in which he had searched for him. “An angel.” He noted the little start the other man gave.
Katan was unsure of how to respond to that. There was no divine creatures 101 class that taught him to how to act when someone came looking for him. “I am also looking for an angel.” Katan closed his eyes. “The most beautiful one in existence.”
“The man I’m looking for isn’t much to look at, but he just happens to be the gentlest person alive.” Katan’s eyes shot open as he realized the man in black had been talking about a human. “I thought he might be in here. He’s rather sentimental that way.” The man propped the cross against a pew and dug for another cigarette. “Of course, you and I both know that angels don’t exist, right?” he asked as he lit the new cigarette.
Katan half-expected a lightning bolt to strike one of them down. When it never came, he settled on stating, “Yet you carry that cross with you.”
“I do have my pride as a tradesman.” Wolfwood watched the strange man carefully and wondered why he was being so inquisitive. Usually in a church he was the one asking all the questions. “I am a preacher, after all.” He had expected some visible outburst at that statement, but the man simply continued to stare at him in the same stoic manner.
Katan still did not know what to do with this man; he had even less of a clue when he was told the man was a preacher. The heat in the church was becoming oppressive, and the preacher’s smoke was starting to clog the air. The worst part was he could not leave without creating trouble.
On the other hand, Wolfwood was getting annoyed with the man in general, and he was beginning to run low on cigarettes. He would need to find another distraction soon or risk running out. The silver-haired man was still staring at him in the same disapproving manner. He was beginning to remind him of Vash in a most disconcerting way. At least he knew what Vash’s sins were. This man wasn’t going to reveal anything to him, and that superior look he had assumed was really starting to piss Wolfwood off.
He watched the man carefully out of the corner of his eye as he took another long drag from his cigarette. He was starting to think anything would be better than standing in this old church with this man he didn’t even know in the silence that was becoming more oppressive than the heat and smoke. And why the hell did that guy have to keep staring at him like that? Definitely starting to remind him of Vash. Wolfwood wasn’t about to be the one to leave first. He had more of a right to be in the church than that man did.
The minutes of silence lagged on, and Wolfwood wasn’t about to go for another cigarette. He threw down the little that remained of his current one and stepped lightly on it. He had had enough of that guy’s attitude, and besides, he needed something to do. The search for Vash had been going o for a very long time, and he was getting tired of being lonely.
Katan had finally started to relax around the preacher, figuring all he was going to do was stand there and smoke. Naturally, he was quite surprised when the preacher seemed to reach a decision, threw his cigarette to the ground down, and approached him. Approached him far too quickly for his liking. The man grabbed the front of his jacket, and Katan formed an energy blast at his side which quickly dissipated when the man kissed him. No, this man definitely did not fit his idea of what a religious man should be like.
He tasted like an ashtray; not surprising considering he had just smoked three cigarettes in rapid succession. But beneath the nicotine and ash, there was another taste lingering on his lips. A taste that did not belong to the man that was currently kissing him. The taste that had become a memory to the preacher’s lips, something sweet and still longed for. Katan wondered what kind of person could leave such a lasting impression on this man’s body to still be so fond to him even while he was kissing someone else.
Eventually, the preacher let go of the front of his jacket and pulled away from him. He leveled his eyes on him, and Katan knew he was experiencing what it was like to be judged. “That’s not the first time you’ve been kissed by a man,” he accused.
“That was not the first time you have kissed a man,” he retorted, trying to remember why he had lingered so long at the church in the first place.
Then the preacher’s lips were on his again, his tongue joining the action and running along Katan’s lower lip, and all rational thought left his mind as he cautiously let his tongue join the preacher’s. He was an angel, and the man with him was a preacher, and both thoughts flew out of relevance as the preacher found a new interest in his neck, nipping and licking. It no longer mattered what they were classified as to the rest of the world. At the moment, they were just two men who were lonely and had been separated from their true partner for far too long.
Katan had thought that his jacket would cause the preacher a bit of trouble, but he somehow managed to remove it as if it were something he did every day. And it was a good thing the preacher had managed to get him out of the jacket so soon, because the preacher’s hand had quickly found its way into Katan’s pants, making them both aware of how complicated a situation they had gotten themselves into. The preacher returned to kissing Katan on the mouth and pressed into him, allowing the angel to feel his arousal against his thigh. At least he wasn’t the only one who was making things complicated for them.
He found himself being pushed gently backwards and decided to let the preacher lead him around for a while at least. It had been a really long time since he had been able to feel this way. The backs of his legs came in contact with the front row of pews, and he was startled to realize he had never even notice that the preacher had turned him around. He also had not realized that his shirt had been unbuttoned. He reached out to run his hands across the preacher’s chest and realized that his shirt was open as well. That must have been his doing at some point. Maybe while the preacher had been busy with his jacket. But before he could think about it too much, the preacher’s hands were on his shoulders, pushing him down onto the pew.
Maybe this was not the best idea after all. He was sure there was a whole clan of angels that looked down upon their fellows who had sex with a religious man. Not that he was certain that that scenario had ever even occurred before. The preacher must have felt him tense, because he murmured, “Just pretend it’s the person you’re looking for,” as he worked at undoing Katan’s pants.
Much later, Katan would wonder if the man had been fantasizing about the one he had been looking for the entire time. He also would think that what Rosiel did not know about could not possibly affect their relationship, and that God no longer cared about the world. But all that he would think about much later. At the moment, he had been too focused on what the preacher was doing with his mouth. He rolled his head back and loosed a low whimper. Rosiel would never lower himself to do something like this for him, with all the licking and sucking. Katan was definitely beginning to see the benefits of having sex with a human who didn’t know what you were.
After the preacher had done enough down there with his mouth, Katan found it much easier to imagine he was being with Rosiel. The preacher made it easier by taking control, pulling Katan’s pants down around his ankles. He accidentally yelled Rosiel-sama’s name when he climaxed, but the preacher had encourage him to fantasize about someone else, and, besides, he did not know the preacher’s name and screaming out “preacher” seemed like a really bad idea. Besides, the preacher had muttered something in his ear that sounded like an insult. However, Katan let it slide, assuming it was an affectionate nickname for his usual partner.
They were done. The preacher cleaned himself off and refastened his clothes. “Well, good luck finding your angel,” he said with a chuckle, as he picked the cross up and headed out of the church. Indignant, Katan left the church in a blaze of light that he was sure would catch the preacher’s attention. He would just have to learn a few things about some of the greater forces at work in the universe.
Shortly after Wolfwood was reunited with Vash, while lying entangled in each other’s limbs, Vash murmured something about how it had been such a long time since he had had sex, and Wolfwood wisely kept his mouth shut.
Notes: On my slash wish-list was a Wolfwood/Katan ficlet. Upon further reflection, I realized no one in their right mind would take this project on. So I did it. ^.^ PWP, but not really lemony since I decided to stick with my usual style of clean porn. Besides, I still want my Keiichi/Kamui PWP to be the first lemon I write. There are also literary reasons as to why the sex scene is so vague, but it’s not my job as the author to point them out to you.
Set for Katan some point before the series when he is still trying to resurrect Rosiel. Set for Wolfwood at some point while Vash is living as Eriks with Lina. In other words, both are really lonely by this point.
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The sunlight poured in through the holes in the church’s roof, illuminating the dust particles as they twirled around the fallen beams. The dance was lost on Katan as he made his way to the altar; he had seen too many churches in a similar state for it to affect any more than to drive him further to his goal. Besides, things always seemed a lot easier when there were no humans around.
On some level, he knew he would experience something amazing if he could interact with the humans. Few others had taken the opportunity to leave their chosen planet. However, all the churches he managed to reach on other planets seemed to be in the same pitiful state of disuse. If he could leave footprints, he would be the first to do so in a very long time.
If only he could go outside the churches… The things he would be able to tell Rosiel-sama…
Katan kneeled in front of the cross and brought his right fist to his heart. “Forgive me, father, for I know my deeds go against your wishes.” An image of Rosiel from long ago flashed in his mind; a beautiful image he had created on a very special evening. Katan lowered his head. “Forgive me, God, for I am a sinner.” He was searching for Rosiel because he honestly did believe Rosiel could help them. Yet he could never separate his sense of duty from his personal feelings.
The sound of wood splintering caused him to rise and spin around. The man dressed all in black carrying a giant cross on his back was more than enough to startle the cherubim.
Wolfwood managed to hide his surprise at finding a silver-haired yet young-looking man kneeling in front of the altar much better than the man had hidden his surprise to see him there. Not who he had been looking for, but finding a soul in the abandoned church was better than not finding anything in there at all. If anything, he might offer him someone to talk to. Without thinking about it too much, he fished a cigarette out of his jacket and lit it, all the while aware that the other man was watching him.
“Have you come to confess your sins to God?” he asked around the cigarette, flicking the wasted match to the floor.
“Not really.” Wolfwood decided not to let the man know he had heard him confess he was a sinner. At the moment, he had other things on his mind than what sins this man may have committed. Like how the man standing before him seemed almost as surreal as another man he knew.
“Would you like to confess your sins?” Wolfwood asked at length.
Katan could see no point in confessing his sins to a mortal man. However, since he had mentioned it… “Is that why you are here? Do you have any sins you wish to confess?”
“Hardly,” the man responded quickly, throwing his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out, and immediately pulling out another. “My sins are my own damn business.” Katan felt his eyebrow twitch up and chose not to mention that the man’s behavior said enough about his sins already.
“Then why are you here?” Katan asked him.
Wolfwood took another long drag on his new cigarette as he surveyed the musty church again. “I was looking for someone.” The church seemed just as empty as all the other places in which he had searched for him. “An angel.” He noted the little start the other man gave.
Katan was unsure of how to respond to that. There was no divine creatures 101 class that taught him to how to act when someone came looking for him. “I am also looking for an angel.” Katan closed his eyes. “The most beautiful one in existence.”
“The man I’m looking for isn’t much to look at, but he just happens to be the gentlest person alive.” Katan’s eyes shot open as he realized the man in black had been talking about a human. “I thought he might be in here. He’s rather sentimental that way.” The man propped the cross against a pew and dug for another cigarette. “Of course, you and I both know that angels don’t exist, right?” he asked as he lit the new cigarette.
Katan half-expected a lightning bolt to strike one of them down. When it never came, he settled on stating, “Yet you carry that cross with you.”
“I do have my pride as a tradesman.” Wolfwood watched the strange man carefully and wondered why he was being so inquisitive. Usually in a church he was the one asking all the questions. “I am a preacher, after all.” He had expected some visible outburst at that statement, but the man simply continued to stare at him in the same stoic manner.
Katan still did not know what to do with this man; he had even less of a clue when he was told the man was a preacher. The heat in the church was becoming oppressive, and the preacher’s smoke was starting to clog the air. The worst part was he could not leave without creating trouble.
On the other hand, Wolfwood was getting annoyed with the man in general, and he was beginning to run low on cigarettes. He would need to find another distraction soon or risk running out. The silver-haired man was still staring at him in the same disapproving manner. He was beginning to remind him of Vash in a most disconcerting way. At least he knew what Vash’s sins were. This man wasn’t going to reveal anything to him, and that superior look he had assumed was really starting to piss Wolfwood off.
He watched the man carefully out of the corner of his eye as he took another long drag from his cigarette. He was starting to think anything would be better than standing in this old church with this man he didn’t even know in the silence that was becoming more oppressive than the heat and smoke. And why the hell did that guy have to keep staring at him like that? Definitely starting to remind him of Vash. Wolfwood wasn’t about to be the one to leave first. He had more of a right to be in the church than that man did.
The minutes of silence lagged on, and Wolfwood wasn’t about to go for another cigarette. He threw down the little that remained of his current one and stepped lightly on it. He had had enough of that guy’s attitude, and besides, he needed something to do. The search for Vash had been going o for a very long time, and he was getting tired of being lonely.
Katan had finally started to relax around the preacher, figuring all he was going to do was stand there and smoke. Naturally, he was quite surprised when the preacher seemed to reach a decision, threw his cigarette to the ground down, and approached him. Approached him far too quickly for his liking. The man grabbed the front of his jacket, and Katan formed an energy blast at his side which quickly dissipated when the man kissed him. No, this man definitely did not fit his idea of what a religious man should be like.
He tasted like an ashtray; not surprising considering he had just smoked three cigarettes in rapid succession. But beneath the nicotine and ash, there was another taste lingering on his lips. A taste that did not belong to the man that was currently kissing him. The taste that had become a memory to the preacher’s lips, something sweet and still longed for. Katan wondered what kind of person could leave such a lasting impression on this man’s body to still be so fond to him even while he was kissing someone else.
Eventually, the preacher let go of the front of his jacket and pulled away from him. He leveled his eyes on him, and Katan knew he was experiencing what it was like to be judged. “That’s not the first time you’ve been kissed by a man,” he accused.
“That was not the first time you have kissed a man,” he retorted, trying to remember why he had lingered so long at the church in the first place.
Then the preacher’s lips were on his again, his tongue joining the action and running along Katan’s lower lip, and all rational thought left his mind as he cautiously let his tongue join the preacher’s. He was an angel, and the man with him was a preacher, and both thoughts flew out of relevance as the preacher found a new interest in his neck, nipping and licking. It no longer mattered what they were classified as to the rest of the world. At the moment, they were just two men who were lonely and had been separated from their true partner for far too long.
Katan had thought that his jacket would cause the preacher a bit of trouble, but he somehow managed to remove it as if it were something he did every day. And it was a good thing the preacher had managed to get him out of the jacket so soon, because the preacher’s hand had quickly found its way into Katan’s pants, making them both aware of how complicated a situation they had gotten themselves into. The preacher returned to kissing Katan on the mouth and pressed into him, allowing the angel to feel his arousal against his thigh. At least he wasn’t the only one who was making things complicated for them.
He found himself being pushed gently backwards and decided to let the preacher lead him around for a while at least. It had been a really long time since he had been able to feel this way. The backs of his legs came in contact with the front row of pews, and he was startled to realize he had never even notice that the preacher had turned him around. He also had not realized that his shirt had been unbuttoned. He reached out to run his hands across the preacher’s chest and realized that his shirt was open as well. That must have been his doing at some point. Maybe while the preacher had been busy with his jacket. But before he could think about it too much, the preacher’s hands were on his shoulders, pushing him down onto the pew.
Maybe this was not the best idea after all. He was sure there was a whole clan of angels that looked down upon their fellows who had sex with a religious man. Not that he was certain that that scenario had ever even occurred before. The preacher must have felt him tense, because he murmured, “Just pretend it’s the person you’re looking for,” as he worked at undoing Katan’s pants.
Much later, Katan would wonder if the man had been fantasizing about the one he had been looking for the entire time. He also would think that what Rosiel did not know about could not possibly affect their relationship, and that God no longer cared about the world. But all that he would think about much later. At the moment, he had been too focused on what the preacher was doing with his mouth. He rolled his head back and loosed a low whimper. Rosiel would never lower himself to do something like this for him, with all the licking and sucking. Katan was definitely beginning to see the benefits of having sex with a human who didn’t know what you were.
After the preacher had done enough down there with his mouth, Katan found it much easier to imagine he was being with Rosiel. The preacher made it easier by taking control, pulling Katan’s pants down around his ankles. He accidentally yelled Rosiel-sama’s name when he climaxed, but the preacher had encourage him to fantasize about someone else, and, besides, he did not know the preacher’s name and screaming out “preacher” seemed like a really bad idea. Besides, the preacher had muttered something in his ear that sounded like an insult. However, Katan let it slide, assuming it was an affectionate nickname for his usual partner.
They were done. The preacher cleaned himself off and refastened his clothes. “Well, good luck finding your angel,” he said with a chuckle, as he picked the cross up and headed out of the church. Indignant, Katan left the church in a blaze of light that he was sure would catch the preacher’s attention. He would just have to learn a few things about some of the greater forces at work in the universe.
Shortly after Wolfwood was reunited with Vash, while lying entangled in each other’s limbs, Vash murmured something about how it had been such a long time since he had had sex, and Wolfwood wisely kept his mouth shut.