Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts nor any of its characters. Who says nor aymore? I do. And I rhyme too.
Backstory (Feel free to skip this & read the actual A/N if you don't care how this story came to be): The idea for this came to me months ago when I was at my sister's house, messing around with her e-reader digital book thing. Well, after looking up books I liked I was wondering if they had manga, so I typed in an extremely common one: Naruto. It didn't have it, but it did have a yaoi manga by an author named Naruto-something. I then changed my search to yaoi & got a list of them! (Wtf?)But it wasn't that great since they all seemed to suck instead of one that caught my interest. I googled it back at my parent's house & the art style wasn't that great. It wasn't horrible, but I've seen way better. The overall presentation was pretty dumb too. Like the novelist was just too older looking & dull for my taste. And he was like that through the whooooole thing. Ugh. I thought it was an actual manga, but it turns out it was just an assortment of shounen ai/yaoi stories. If you ever read it, you'll find out mine is a lot different (for obvious reasons). There was one though (OMG, it was so CUTE) and I swear the main character looked like Roxas! XD But it was just like a love triangle? Where this college freshman needed help finding his dorm so he knocks on the door of a college junior (Roxas look-alike's) and gets help. The junior even offers to help him unpack & the freshman starts falling for him. And yeah. The only reason I said love triangle is because the junior had a roommate who touches him all the time, but isn't seriously into him, just kisses him to make freshman boy mad & confess his feelings. All the stories are fairly short so the relationships go kind of fast. Eh. ANYWAYS. I'LL SHUT UP NOW 'CAUSE I KNOW YOU GUYS DON'T CARE ABOUT THIS SHIT, YOU'RE HERE FOR VANVEN.
A/N: I decided to upload this on my birthday! One, as a gift to myself and two, because I realized it was this week & this fic was near being finished, so why not? Thank you to ConverseG1rl (TWIN!) for reading over this for me. She's great guys :D Please, read on, enjoy and review~!
Warnings: Explicit sexual dialogue, profanity & lime
"Thank you so much for taking me to this book signing, Ven." The blonde girl beamed at him, a sketchbook pressed closely to her chest as she hugged herself.
"It's no problem, Namine. Just my way of saying 'happy birthday' to you." The teen returned the smile. "I know how much this guy means to you. He's your favorite author, right?"
"Oh, yes…" Her smile was warm. "He writes in such a mature style. It's so…interesting and dark; I can hardly believe he's around our age. Every word, every message he gets across it just seems like it comes from some place deeper. I don't know... I do really appreciate his work." She clenched the book tighter. "And to think…he'll be signing my fanart! I…I just might faint."
The boy laughed lightly in response. There were a lot of people in the room with them that he imagined felt the same way. A long line of fellow fans stood in front of them, gripping books or audio tapes in anticipation. He himself wasn't crazy about the guy as he's never read any of his pieces, but this author was about to bring the best birthday present of Namine's life, so the boy figured…he was a fan of him for being able to make his sister so happy. "Yeah, me too," he agreed, wiping a hand across his forehead. "With all these people here it's really hot. Hold on, I'm gonna grab us something to drink."
Her eyes widened and she promptly turned to him. "But wonder if he gets here before you get back?" She reflexively hugged her drawing book closer. She didn't want to meet him alone!
"I'll be quick! Don't worry!" He reassured her over his shoulder as he was already running out the convention room, sharply turning the corner towards the stairs when-
"# %&* !#*&#%^$!" The string of curse words was heard fading into the air as it was overshadowed by the crashing sound that bounced off the building walls with every tumble, turn and smack the person took down the flight of stairs.
The boy stared in horror from atop of the flight while muffled chatter was being dispersed; growing louder as people flocked to the scene. His eyes were wide as saucers and his heart as unmoving as the young man who laid unconscious below him.
"…tus. VENTUS!"
"H-Huh?" The blond jumped, startled out of his daily recollection as to why he found himself in the situation he was in; sitting in a chair that wasn't his, behind a computer screen that wasn't his and in a bedroom that wasn't his. He looked back over his shoulder towards the dark haired male's bed - posted up against the left corner of the room - as the teen glared at him impatiently.
"Are you retarded? How many times do I have to call your damn name?" The raven blew a strand of hair from his face as he exhaled, sinking back down into his mattress.
"My… My bad…" the blond apologized as he moved his eyes down to the carpeted floor between his feet.
His tongue clicked in response. "Did you at least catch that last part?"
The boy squirmed, shifting in the black leather office chair. "Erm… no. Sorry… Could you repeat that?"
The irritation came out clear in his low voice and he spoke in a way that even made Ventus feel like an idiot, "I shouldn't have to. Not that I could now if I wanted to. You do realize I'm making this shit up as I go, right? So when I tell you something to write down, I expect you then and there to write it down." he said finally, resting his golden hues as he lowered his eyelids over them in a fatigued manner. Though Ventus couldn't imagine why. He wasn't the one who had to sit behind a computer screen for hours of the day typing out a certain someone's stupid novel chapters!
Ventus frowned irritably. Most of their days went a lot like this. For the past month or more, Ventus was forced to accompany the same space as Vanitas Valentine, the young author who many admired and adored. When the doorbell would ring, it was Ventus who had to go downstairs and answer the - often times - mailman who was delivering packages full of get-well letters and gifts from fans. Ven used to bring the boxes up to the raven's room, but Vanitas never "wasted his time" to read the letters that girl's or boy's put so much heart into. He never "went through the burden" accepting the gifts they so lovingly made or bought for him. He never even told Ventus to actually open the boxes half of the time! Now he just wanted the blond to keep the "junk" downstairs in the living room so it wouldn't take up space in his "thinking" corridors.
It hurt Ventus to see the gathering packages in the main room. After thanking the delivery man and having to remind him he was merely Vanitas' distant relative who was visiting for the time being to help take care of him - a lie the two of them both agreed on to avoid the media's…imagination - Ventus was always tempted to look into the boxes so they didn't remain neglected and unopened forever. But he had to remind himself it wasn't his mail to open, it was Vanitas'.
He didn't get it; there were so many people that obviously cared for the raven. That would probably love to be in Ventus' shoes right now. Staying at his house, getting first read of his outlines, occasionally feeding him – talk about embarrassing - and breathing the same air as Vanitas Valentine. Gosh, the overrated hype of this guy was enough to make Ventus sick. "Can't somebody else do this?" he voiced thoughtlessly just before biting down on his bottom lip in regret. He knew the reason why. He didn't even know why he asked.
Vanitas opened his eyes, leaning his back up from the pillows behind his head as his expression narrowed into a glare. "Somebody else didn't send me down a flight of stairs. Somebody else didn't make my damn arms break. Somebody else doesn't owe it to me to shut the hell up and do as I say, now do they, Ventus?"
He had flinched. "…Sorry…" was all Ventus said; it was all he ever could say when Vanitas would pitilessly remind him that it was his fault that he was sent to the hospital that day. No one other than the two of them knew it was his fault. People hadn't started crowding around until after Vanitas fell. Once some amount of the public came up behind him, assuming he was just a gawking bystander like the rest of them, the rest of the flocking people didn't even pay him any mind.
Ventus remembered seeing on the news that the media had created the story of the famous author had lost his footing, tripping over his feet and falling down the stairs. Ventus remembered telling himself that it was a lie and being in the hospital building, praying the raven wasn't dead or paralyzed. Not just because he would have to carry the heavy-heart of basically getting someone killed, but he wouldn't want death upon any living being, whether it was his fault or not. So when the doctor had stated the teen would be okay and that surgery wasn't necessary, Ventus was so relieved he even asked to see the raven, surprised that Vanitas even allowed the visit.
It was probably the stupidest thing the blond ever did.
Before he could begin to honestly apologize, begin to spout how happy he was to know he'd be okay, the dark haired man stopped him dead in his tracks with a piercing, golden stare. Vanitas knew he was ripped with guilt and the teen callously used that to his advantage. He made it painfully clear that he could have died and the event would've brought about many tears and shattered hearts. As Ventus' own heart twisted from the thoughts of the outcome that could've been, Vanitas demanded he make-up for his actions by following his every beck and call until he got out of his casts - mainly to still make progress on his books as the broken limbs were clearly an obstacle.
Ventus couldn't have declined even if it was a question or if he wanted to. He just… He just felt so bad…
Nowadays, one of Vanitas' arms was in a sling while the other was still in a hard cast. He would force the sling-arm whenever it was necessary, but if it could be avoided, he always preferred not to endure the pain or maybe he just liked the option of making Ventus suffer more. Who knows. Ventus always had the hardest time trying to figure the raven out…
"Anyways," Vanitas announced and Ventus raised his hung head as his attention was drawn. "Forget it. I'll go back to that scene later."
"…You can't write this after you recover?" Ventus turned the black, office chair slightly so he could look towards the other boy better. "I mean, then you won't have to count on me to type out all these chapters. Plus, you probably type faster."
"Damn right I do," Vanitas stated. "That's another thing actually. Learn how to type faster. My grandfather can write more words per minute than you."
Ventus had the urge to roll his eyes, but decided against it. After all, he should be use to these kinds of responses by now. "Still," he replied softly.
"Still? Your question is one of the dumbest things I've heard you say." The blond made a puzzled face and probably would have been looking more offended if he wasn't so confused. Vanitas leaned forward. "You see, I like money, Ventus. And I get it, large amounts of it, just by giving these people some bullshit in a paperback. As great as that is I still have the annoyance of deadlines to meet in order to keep this cash flow of mine consistent and I am not missing them because of you."
The blond didn't realize how hard he'd been scowling until his face started to hurt. Spending time with him, he couldn't help but wonder, how did his sister love him again? How did anybody? This man was such a heartless, asshole. It even reflected through his work, to Ventus' knowledge. The main character in the novels seemed like a dick from what he's typed out so far and has skimmed over from previous volumes. Someone who was egotistic and selfish. Gee, Ventus could only imagine why. Maybe that's what his sister found so "interesting" and "mysterious" about it though. Maybe she was enthralled by the idea that someone with that kind of character could have so much depth or even a romance. "…Why do you include romance in your novels?" Ventus posed. He would admit - only in the privacy of his own mind - that the author was gorgeous, but he didn't come off as the Romeo sort.
"Because it's easy," the dark haired man answered and Ventus was a little surprised at how deadpanned he sounded. "All it is a bunch of drawn-out cliché moments that everyone loves, for whatever reason." Golden eyes rolled.
And here Ventus thought the man's reasoning went a little deeper than that. It had to for everyone to adore his writing so much... Perhaps the novels were a cracked mirror image of the author's own life or a way to entertain his curiosity to love if placed in that scenario. The blond boy glanced back at the monitor before looking towards the raven again. "Love goes a little deeper than that," he murmured, sounding nearly offended. "I don't understand. You don't like romance novels?" he asked perplexingly. "But you write them."
"I already explained my reasoning for that. And no I don't like them," Vanitas said as if Ventus asked yet another stupid question. "Love is so pointless. It just makes you weak and dependent. You could accomplish so much more without that damned emotion getting in the way," he sneered, in a mocking chuckle.
Ventus' expression fell as his jaw set into a frown and he glowered. "Is this how you talk to your fans? How can you even bring yourself to sign your autograph with that kind of attitude?"
"Here, I'll show you. Oh, wait." The sarcasm laid heavy in his smooth tone and Ventus didn't hold back from rolling his blue irises this time.
"Whatever," he said, rising up from the chair. "So am I done for the day?" He stepped towards the bedroom door.
"You wish." The other boy smirked, lightly jerking his head to the side. "Sit back down. No one said you could leave."
The blond let out a heavy sigh as he closed his eyes for a brief moment. He trudged back; plopping down into the chair as he sat slumped over. Why did he have to run like an idiot on that day? Turning the corner like a speed demon? Oh, how he wished he could go back in time and save himself from the future headache!
"He then grabbed her, turning her around to face him."
"…What?" Ventus sat up from his slump to turn and glance at the boy.
"I said-"
"N-No, don't repeat it." Ventus blinked. "I mean…where did that come from?"
"It's what I told you to write earlier when you weren't paying attention. Now that I remembered, I can finish up this chapter on time." Vanitas looked up as if he was counting something on the ceiling before he averted his attention. "Anyway, you got that?"
"Uh…yeah…" The blond turned back to the computer as he began moving his fingers across the keyboard.
"Good. 'She struggled submissively against the strong grip, but couldn't deny the excited feeling running up her spine, contrary to her previous statements. He initiated pulling off her shirt, his fingers unhooking her bra as his hands slid up from her waist to caress her breasts."
"…WHAT?"
"Whadda ya mean, what?" Vanitas spoke, "You can't tell me you didn't see this coming. Hm, though maybe that's a good thing." A good writer always kept the readers guessing after all; in suspense and in for many surprises. Another thing Namine commented on about his work.
"Moving on, 'they made prolonged eye contact and the girl wasn't sure what was going on as she stared back at him. He looked as if he was searching for something in her deep oceanic hues and whatever it was he found, it seemed to reassure him. He went straight towards the top of her skirt, fisting it in his hand along with the lining of her underwear as he ripped them both down effortlessly in one yank. He snaked his strong arms around her back to pull in her naked body against his own, ruthlessly pressing his lips against the sensitive part of her neck, sucking and nipping as he left his love marks that claimed her as his possession. She yelped and whimpered against the blazing touch-"
"VANITAS!"
"What?" the teen hissed, shooting him a glare. "I have a thought process here. You're ruining it."
"W-What are they doing…?" Ventus stammered, not quite sure whether or not those were the exact words he was looking for.
"About to fuck, obviously. Or more like eventually if you'd ever let me get to that part."
The heat rose in Ventus' cheeks. How could the other boy answer that so casually? He gulped a bit to ease his dry throat. "W-Why are they going to do…that?"
"Sex sells. Duh."
It was a simple enough response and Ventus still felt like he was about to fall out the chair in embarrassment. Vanitas watched, the look of interest stirred in his golden orbs as he eyed the blond's flustering face, the blue irises glancing down in a nervous manner. The raven had to suppress the chuckle from escaping his mouth, instead it broke out into a smirk before he spoke again, voice as smooth as velvet, "And then, he parted from her only to take off his own clothes before he threw her back against the bed. He spread her legs open and began to ram his dick inside her pussy as she moaned loudly, crying out his name to the heavens."
Ventus had stopped typing and even what he had been writing wasn't even correct as his brain short-circuited, leaving out some words here and there and sometimes subconsciously writing out his own inner thoughts like 'WHAT!' and 'OHMYGAAAAAAWD!'. His face was aflame now and he felt a little lightheaded while his heart hammered in his chest. "V-Vanitas, I-I can't-"
Vanitas burst out laughing. Of course, he didn't intend for his chapter to go quite like that, but it seemed to successfully get a rise out of the blond haired boy. Ventus turned his head to scowl at him, but it wasn't like it was intimidating at all with the teen's face so flushed and a pout adorned on his lips. If anything, it was just…cute. "Ah, what's wrong?" the raven cooed once his laughter had died down and he wiped the tears from his eyes from snickering so hard.
Ventus blushed angrily, glancing back at the monitor for a split second. He gulped. "I-It's… It's too…"
"Too mature for ya?" Vanitas provided, smirking amusingly. "You're such a child."
"No, I'm not!" the blond exclaimed, taking offense to the statement. "I'm practically the same age as you, mister adult!"
Vanitas sneered, tilting his head upwards. "Well then you're clearly inexperienced. Reacting like this…" His voice was taunting as he edged the blond on.
Ventus' eyes were wide for a moment before he narrowed his blue orbs as his blush intensified, gritting his teeth together in heated embarrassment. "No, I'm-! Well-! I mean, I don't-! Shutup! You don't know anything about me!"
"Oh, yeah?" Vanitas tilted his head to the side in indication. "Come here, Ventus. And say that to my face."
Ven was still scowling as he looked over at the raven. What was the point of him doing that? To prove he wasn't scared of him? Well, Ventus wasn't scared of him. Vanitas may have thought he was big and bad because he's probably been told he was sexy all his life and his voice was cool, but Ventus had a bit of a reality check for him. Determination forced the teen to stand up as he walked over towards Vanitas' bedside. He paused, looking down at the teen. "I said-"
"Um, last time I checked my face wasn't up there."
Ventus glowered. Vanitas really was edging him on. The blond's heart beat started to quicken now, but only because he realized how close the proximity had to be for him to say that to his face. A smirk tugged at the corner of Vanitas' mouth and it only reminded Ventus how much he wanted to wipe that stupid grin off his face. He positioned his hands on either side of Vanitas' shoulders and leaned his head downwards. "You. Don't. Know. Anything. About. Me."
"Really?" Vanitas looked up at him, the honey colored bangs tickling his face as they hung down. "'Cause I think I might know you better than you do yourself." Vanitas raised his back up from his pillow, making Ventus reactively withdraw his face as he went back into a sitting position in between the raven's legs. Though the action soon seemed pointless when Vanitas still advanced, capturing the blond's lips with his own.
Ven's eyes enlarged as he gasped and Vanitas took the opportunity to snake his tongue into the teen's mouth. He advanced on him still, his tongue exploring the salivating cavern and tasting the sweet savor that was Ventus. Ven's hands fisted in his lap as he squeezed his eyes shut in a nervous gesture. The blond hadn't realized when he found himself returning the motion until Vanitas leaned back and licked across his bottom lip sensually. "I knew you wouldn't resist kissing me back. You're surprised at yourself, aren't you?"
Ventus stared at the teen before him, speechless, before his face fell into that of anger. "Y-You…!" He gritted his teeth. "You tricked me! I thought you were just trying to prove I was a coward or something, not bait me into…into t-that!"
"You're the one who took the bait like an idiot. Not like that's a surprise."
Ventus growled. "This doesn't prove anything. I just… I was caught by surprise. I didn't know what I was I doing."
"Oh, really?" Vanitas raised a brow and Ventus didn't like the wide grin on his face at all. "And can you honestly put that to the test a second time?" The blond teen merely stared back at him, searching for the words to respond. "Admit it, Ventus. You wanted me. But just so you can prove me wrooong," Vanitas began in a sing-song voice, "I'll give you another chance. I'll kiss you and all you have to do is resist kissing me back. Should be easy enough, right?"
Ventus' eyes enlarged and he momentarily felt his heart stop. "No. No no no no no no!" He shook his head violently. "This is ridiculous! I have nothing to prove to you!"
"Yeah, yeah," Vanitas said, softly pressing his lips to the nook of Ventus' neck. The blond's breath hitched to the sensitive touch and Vanitas could feel him shutter against his mouth as he smirked. The raven bit at the peachy skin, deliberately drawing out the action as he slowly sucked and licked at the tender part. He heard a suppressed grunt, followed by a whimper part from the blond's lips. Ventus leaned his head back, unintentionally giving Vanitas more access to his neck as the raven took full advantage of that.
Ventus sucked in a breath of air. "St-St-Stop…"
"Why?" Vanitas parted from his neck to ascend to his ear, purring into it. "Because you're scared you won't be able to control yourself?"
Shivers descended down Ventus' spine and he held back the groan that threatened to tear from his lips.
"You can try all you want, Ventus. I don't mind. Your persistence just makes this more fun." Vanitas nipped at the ear lobe between his teeth before he drew back and gazed at the blond's eyes. Ventus could only imagine what he saw in them, but whatever it was, it seemed to entertain the raven as he grinned, tilting his head forward to softly kiss the blond's forehead. Ventus blushed against the shockingly gentle touch and his face continued to redden as Vanitas went down and kissed the blond's cheek, then the other, then hovered over his lips to what seemed to Ventus for a painfully long time.
Ven's mouth twitched in anticipation to the expected action and he wanted to scream at himself for growing frustrated that nothing was happening. Vanitas must have heard his inner thoughts as he pressed his lips to Ventus'. Or maybe he hadn't heard him at all since he didn't stick his tongue down his throat or suck at his lip, but just laid his mouth against his as if he was waiting for Ventus to make the first move.
Ven scowled. He couldn't lose this. He's always been strong-willed and determined. He could not allow Vanitas' temptations to get the better of him. His mind understood this, but Ventus just wished his body followed the example. He could feel his lips itching to kiss him, except he had to mentally yell at himself to suppress the urge. Ugh! What was he doing? It wasn't like he was being held down; Ventus should have pushed him off already! Vanitas couldn't even move his arms as they were wrapped up in handicaps. The raven wasn't free to roam his hands under his shirt or dance his fingers over Ven's hips or slid his hand under his- Jiminy Crickets! He wanted Vanitas to touch him so bad!
The blond had meant to groan in frustration, but it ended up sounding like a breathy whine to his own desires. He could feel Vanitas smirk against his lips before he pulled his face away. "Feeling impatient, Ven-tus?" he spoke his name slowly, playing with the word. "I'm sorry. If you hadn't sent me down a flight of stairs I'd be able to touch you more. Oh well. What are ya gonna do?" he said rhetorically, falling back onto his pillow with a sigh.
Ventus looked down at him as the raven had his eyes closed, his long, thick lashes just over his cheek bones. …Was that it? Was Vanitas giving up?
"H-Hey…" Ventus spoke, reaching out and poking his index finger at his side. "What's going on? Does this mean I won? Vanitas?" He stopped jabbing at his torso once he realized Vanitas was giving him no response. He positioned his arms on either side of the raven to hold himself up as he loomed over him. "Vanitas?"
Vanitas peeked one eye open, noticing the blond's light voice had grown closer and a shadow had cast over his face. "…I don't know. You tell me."
Ventus' eyebrows rose in perplexity before Vanitas arched his back up, grinding his lower body into the blond's. Ventus' voice cracked as he drew in air, his arms quivering as Vanitas continued moving his hips against his most sensitive area. The teen lost all support in his arms as he moaned and collapsed onto the man below him, only making it easier for Vanitas to grind against him while his body flopped like a limp noodle. Ventus' head laid on Vanitas' shoulder, so when he moaned, his hot breath brushed right in Vanitas' ear, making the raven increasingly antsy too as he could feel his groin growing harder and harder.
Just when the blond felt close to his releasing point, Vanitas kicked him off with a jerk of his knee as he breathed, "I'm done. Get off me."
Ventus already lost his balance causing him to fall off the bed with a thud. He shook his head after he sat up, attempting to regain his composure and he tried to wrap his mind around the words 'I'm done'. Done? They couldn't be done yet. Ventus felt like he just took his first smoke and the high was great! Before Vanitas knew it, Ventus climbed back on top of him, gripping the collar of his shirt as he yanked him up into sitting position and crashed their lips together in a passionate kiss. Vanitas wanted to grin wickedly yet his mouth was already preoccupied as he kissed the blond back, entertained at the fact that he battled with him in the fight for dominance.
Ventus' hands left the now wrinkled part of Vanitas' collar and he cupped the raven's cheeks in between the warmth of his palms, tilting his head to the side slightly as he plunged his tongue deeper in the teen's mouth. Vanitas moaned against the blond's searing touch. He bit the boy's bottom lip, drawing trickles of blood from it as Ventus yelped in response. Vanitas lapped it up with his tongue as he kissed the boy back roughly.
The two stayed like that, attacking at each other's mouths, until they had to abruptly break apart for air. Ventus gasped, panting heavily as Vanitas did the same, debating whether or not to advance this scenario to the next level of ecstasy.
"You know, you're not a bad kisser," Vanitas breathed heavily, licking his lips. "I could tell you're inexperienced at sex, but you've kissed some people in your lifetime, am I right?"
Ventus blushed, glancing his oceanic hues to the side. "Will you stop doing that."
"Doing what?"
"Reading me like an open book!"
"Well, I am an author," Vanitas explained sarcastically and Ventus made that oh-so cute face again when his cheeks were flushed as he scowled and wore a pout. Vanitas couldn't help but smile - a sincere gesture that was almost foreign to his features - until his lips curled further upwards into his usual cocky smirk. "So I guess this means I win. Told you so," the raven sneered. "Ah, don't give me that face."
Ventus glowered at him, but his expression softened as he began to think. He could see why strangers loved Vanitas. After all, it was easy to love someone you didn't know, to make up your own persona for them as perfect as you imagined them to be. He figured a lot of his readers did that in their own fan-based minds after they looked at his photo on the back of the books. Ven could also see what a stranger could love about Vanitas if they actually got to know him. He was out of the ordinary and inexplicable, seeming to have an array of depth to him that was just too interesting to subside. It was just that line in between - between the unknown and the known - that made someone question their feelings. Ventus didn't truly know Vanitas in a month or more's time, but he wasn't unknown to him either. He was in between and he thought…he wanted to get to know him more.
He wanted to have an easier time figuring the raven out. He wanted to know where his inspiration came from for his literature. He wanted to understand how he could go from being cold and irritable one minute and then be all warm and sensual the next. His sister was right, he was puzzling and something about him kept you attracted. He only feared once his arms healed he wouldn't need Ventus anymore and their relationship would die before it even started. Even though the blond was intrigued by him, it didn't mean the feeling was mutual.
"V-Vanitas…!" Ventus started as the raven blinked back at his sudden concerned tone. The blond coughed embarrassingly, his voice growing smaller as he continued, "Are you… What are you gonna do once you get out of your casts…?"
"When I get out of these damn handicaps? You best believe we will be continuing this the way it's suppose to be." Ventus' blue hues widened and Vanitas leaned to whisper in his ear before he kissed his cheek, "With me on top."
A/n: Oh, yes =w= I don't know why but the idea of Ventus on top entertains me greatly. He's so cute~ Maybe because its not common & I love to balance top 'n bottom. So how was it? Good? Bad?
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