Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ 100 Word Wibblings ❯ Touch ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Holding Wolfwood always felt so good.
 
The weight of his body against him, the warmth of his breath, the impact of someone who didn't fear and wouldn't hate. Knowledge and ease seeping in through contact, from cloth, from sweat, from skin. Touching and accepted, unspoken, brief and rare and sweet.
 
Now as he holds Wolfwood, as those fingers tighten over his shoulder, the gun barrel against his neck hot from use, all he feels is the pain.
 
It's too fast, every moment, every time.
 
His hand slides from around his waist, low across his hip, and he lets him go.