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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy(‘s Gun)

a Vash (Trigun) fanfic, cross-posted on ao3

Vash was the most accepting person you had ever met. He made you feel safe and loved just as you were, secure enough to explore your interests and fantasies without fear of judgment.

Which is why he was currently watching as you got off on the barrel of his gun.

“Does that…does that feel good baby?” He asked, wide-eyed and a little breathless. When you told him that you wanted to try something new tonight, he certainly never expected this.

Neither did you, really. Something about the way Vash handled his weapon, the grace and confidence with which he wielded something so destructive- it did something to you.

You had found yourself growing slick at the sight of him this morning, his long black-gloved fingers wrapped around the grip as he held the barrel to the ground, refusing to shoot at the thug who had threatened him.

Your sweet pacifist had talked the man into leaving town. Though he pointed the gun down and seemed to forget it was even there, you saw the tell-tale strain of muscles in his forearms and the taut focus of his neck and shoulders, a coiled spring held back by his own will. Vash could have ended the man and every onlooker besides with the twitch of a finger, but he never, ever would. His control was intoxicating.

He had noticed your distracted air when you both returned to the hotel room, the way you worried your lip between your teeth and looked at him with a glazed hunger.

“Everything okay, Mayfly?” Vash slid his metal arm around your shoulders, his eyes crinkling in concern.

“Yeah, ‘course it is.” You had smiled back at him, trying to hide the need that flushed your cheeks. You didn’t relish the thought of explaining to your sweet boyfriend that you wanted him to fuck you with his gun.

He tilted his spiky blonde head, giving you his signature pout. “I can tell when something’s up, you know. You can tell me…”

You sighed. “It’s nothing bad, Vash. Just a little…embarassing.”

That got him even more invested. “C‘mon Mayfly, pleaaaase? I wanna know!!” The Humanoid Typhoon clasped his hands and looked up at you with pleading eyes. It was like he could make them bigger, somehow- more sparkly. Maybe it was a plant thing.

You shut your eyes tight in a futile attempt to avoid his charms. “Look, it’s just something new I was thinking about. With you. Intimately.”

In an instant, Vash switched from curious to suave. Or what he thought was suave, anyway. You would swear his voice dropped an octave.

“Intimate, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows and the arm around your shoulders tightened, holding you against his chest. He spoke into your hair. “Now there’s no getting out of tellin’ me.”

Effectively trapped against his side, you gave a defeated huff. “Fine. But you don’t have to do it, okay? This is a lot, even for us.” You knew that he’d do just about anything to make you happy, and didn’t want him to feel like he had to follow along if he wasn’t comfortable. He nodded.

“You know I love how strong you are. How much I admire your ideals, and your moral code…” you trailed off. There was no easy way to transition into your request. “This morning, with the guy who threatened you, I was watching and…” You covered your face with your hands, whispering the rest through your fingers. “I really liked your hands. Around your gun, you know? And I want to…I want you to use it on me.”

Vash had been following along with a focused expression, but looked at you in confusion as you finished. He gently pried your fingers away from your face and peered down at you. “You want me to use my hands on you? ‘Course I can, but that’s not exactly new, Mayfly.”

You bit your lip. He wasn’t making this easy on you. “Not your hands, Vash. The other thing.”

His eyebrows crept up his forehead as it dawned on him what you meant. “You want me to use my gun? You want me to use my gun on you?”

You nodded, burying your face in his chest. “I know it’s a lot…” Vash brushed his hands against your hair reassuringly. You leaned in to his gentle touch, but froze when you noticed something hard against your waist.

You pulled back to stare up at him. “Vash, are you…?”

The man was looking resolutely over your head, his face as red as his coat. His hands kept petting your hair as he swallowed hard, clearly trying to keep his cool. It wasn't exactly enough to distract from the throbbing tent in his tight black pants. Your mouth watered.

“Vash…” you palmed over his bulge, shivering at the whimper he made. You loved how needy he could be, in a way only you got to see. It made you even hotter to see how the thought of your new kink had affected him. “You like that idea?”

He nodded, his face strained. “I- I’d be really careful with you, Mayfly. If that’s what you want, I’ll keep you safe while we do it.”

Your heart warmed. Of course that’s what he was thinking, and you loved him for it. “That’s the only reason I even felt like I could ask,” you whisper.

Which is how you found yourself in his lap, grinding your hips down desperately against the cold metal of his revolver.

Vash sat back against a chair, his legs spread wide for stability as you perched in his lap. His flesh hand held his gun in a tight grip while the other rested lightly on the small of your back, keeping you up.

You couldn’t dwell too much on the difference between the two, his intensity with the gun compared to his softness with you, or you’d come undone.

“Vash…” you whine and let your head fall forward against his neck, rubbing yourself harder against the barrel of his long colt. The metal is slowly warming from your body heat.

“Does that feel good, pretty girl?” Vash’s eyes are dark, locked on the slick shine of your arousal coating his weapon, but his voice is gentle. You feel his hand trembling where it rests on your skin.

“So, so good,” you murmur, pressing your lips to his neck. You both look down, staring together at the wet slide of your cunt.

Vash gently stilled you with pressure on your back. “Hang on, Mayfly. I wanna try something.” The tip of his tongue stuck out from the corner of his mouth as he focused on slowing you down and gently taking away his revolver.

You whined at the loss of contact, sliding your teeth along his shoulder. “Don’t stop…”

Vash laughed low and slid his hand up and down your back in loving motions. “Let me try something, okay?” He held the gun loosely in his flesh hand, twisting and turning it to watch your arousal glisten.

“Look at the mess you made,” he murmured. “We gotta clean this up.” He watched your eyes as he raised the colt to his mouth and took a long, languid lick. He moaned at your taste, the way he always did, sending a pulse of heat straight to your core.

He tongued the muzzle like it was your mouth, his spit mixing with your juices and collecting on his lips. “Your turn.” Vash held the gun up to your face, resting the end on your bottom lip. “Taste us, love.”

You part your lips to let Vash in, and he slides the warm, wet mess of the muzzle into your mouth. He pushes further, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as your mouth strains around the intrusion. You gag once and he freezes, then keeps sliding in, whispering encouragement. “Take it, Mayfly. I know you can.”

You swirl your tongue around the barrel, taking in sharp metal, your own tangy musk, and the clean florals of Vash’s spit. You close your eyes and drink it in, blissful.

Vash strokes your cheek with the back of his prosthetic hand. “I wanna see you suck it, baby.” His fingers were off the trigger, but your body still tensed and shuddered at the vulnerability of your position, exactly what you wanted.

You obliged, hollowing your cheeks to suck hard at the barrel of his revolver, bobbing your head as best as you could, coating it in your saliva and cleaning off the wetness you had already left. Vash murmured praise as he watched you, his strong body taut and trembling.

Your obvious enjoyment at the debasement kept him achingly hard and invested in the otherwise unthinkable act of fucking your mouth with his gun. It represented all his self-control, all his power- that is, the choice and sacrifice of not using that power. He couldn’t help but adore you for the trust that you showed, the bone-deep faith that he would keep you safe.

“You look so beautiful like this.” Vash’s voice was ragged with want. You flattened your tongue along the barrel, sliding it half an inch further. The blonde leaned close to press a kiss to the corner of your stretched lips. “I’ve got you, okay? Remember your safe word.”

You nodded, breathless, and he removed the gun from your mouth in one quick motion. He cupped your chin in his hand and slid the muzzle up, up, up along the curve of your cheeks until he reached your temple, the heat from your mouth ebbing away until you flinched at the cold press.

Vash closed his eyes and hissed a slow, steady breath between his teeth. You felt the length of his cock pulse against your stomach, as long and solid as the weapon. Without opening his eyes, he whispered again, “I’ve got you, Mayfly.”

Your whole world narrowed to the two touches of metal: his hand on your chin and the gun to your head. Life and death. Your breath came in shaky pants, your pulse ticking wildly in your neck.

He captured your lips in a deep, loving kiss, stealing the little air you had left. Vash held you close, tracing your lower lip with his tongue, asking to go further. You obliged, parting your swollen lips, and his tongue eagerly explored your mouth. No matter how many times he had kissed you, the man always made it feel like the first.

The revolver caressed your temple, brutal where Vash was adoring. The combination left you helpless. He broke the kiss and panted against your skin, pressing aftershock kisses along your jaw.

He dragged the gun down your face again, drifting over your neck and down your chest. He deftly unbuttoned your shirt as he did so, tracing each inch of skin he exposed.

You squirmed underneath him, arching your back at the teasingly slow motion. Spit-wet and cool again, the metal left goosebumps in its wake.

Vash hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pants, tugging softly as he looked at you with those big bright eyes.

You laughed breathlessly. “Yes, you can take them off.” He slipped your pants down your waist, letting them fall at your ankles. His revolver was close behind, brushing across your mound and nestling between your legs.

You groaned, your head falling back as he dragged it between your lips, collecting your dripping arousal.

“I want you to cum on my gun, Mayfly.” Vash’s voice was steel and starlight, and you melted for him.

“Y-yes, oh please…” you bucked your hips frantically, heat licking up your thighs. The gunslinger’s laugh trickled down your spine.

You reached for him desperately, twining your fingers in his hair. He inclined his head with a happy little hum to let you clutch him closer. “Good girl.”

Vash’s cheeks were dusted pink at the dirty talk as he tucked the gun deeper between your legs. The sudden pressure ripped a moan from you, and Vash held it down harder. “That’s it baby….fuck yourself on it.” The tips of his ears went red even as the command hurled you closer to the edge.

You pushed yourself against the barrel, rocking your hips back and forth with a lewd, wet noise as your wetness spread over the surface again. Each pass of the weapon in his steady hand brought you closer and closer.

Vash suddenly tilted the revolver up so the front sight pressed into your clit. You cried out into his chest, the metal tip hitting your sweet spot again and again as he worked you over with it. His eyes shone as he watched you fall into your orgasm, moaning his name and wriggling shamelessly on the tip of his gun.

“Vash, oh fuck Vash…” you whimpered, slumping into his arms as you rode out the high. He grinned at you, then pulled up the gun to show you what you’d done.

“Messy little Mayfly,” he teased, kissing the cum-soaked muzzle. He licked the barrel like a lollipop. “Mmm messy, delicious Mayfly.”

Too spent to resist the teasing, you just smiled back at him. “Sorry baby, I’ll give it a proper clean later. As a thank-you.”

The Humanoid Typhoon gasped and put a hand to his chest in mock offense. “I’d never make you do such a thing. I’m a gentleman.” A smirk crept over his face. “Besides, now that I know this new interest of yours, I’ve got lots more ideas.”

The night was just beginning.

This is still one of my favorite performances from this show.

It gives me chills and makes me cry every time, I swear.

Ballads are a beautiful thing. 💜💜💜