She was an angel, he thought. An untouchable angel, with wings so bright she would outshine even the sun. But that was the problem. She was too light. For him, at least.

Or..he thought she was.

One day, he looked at her while she rested underneath an oak tree. He saw the usual angelic peace she possessed. Or rather, that possessed her. A tattered blue book rested on her lap, metal spirals swirling through the holes in the side like a needle and thread. He had approached her to take a closer look.

Her hair fell in front of her closed eyes like ribbons. Its color was the color of water, the azure sticking out from her lightly tanned skin. He had smiled at her, his own ebony hair in his face. He sat next to her, leaning back on the rugged tree trunk.

"Ven..." She whispered, slightly squirming. Her eyes clenched, and her form shivered, not possibly by cold. Her head fell onto the patch of grass between them. Her mouth repeated the same words over and over.

Instantly, his eyes flashed a brilliant gold, his hands clenching into fists. Ventus, he wanted to burn the thought of his name coming from that woman's lips. No. He was not to lose another thing to him. He, the embodiment of darkness itself, would not lose..to him.

The woman's eyes fluttered open, and she screamed. A scream louder than any scream, a scream so loud it made him jump in surprise. She shifted backwards, looking at him with widened blue eyes. The blue of her irises had turned almost icy, but he could have sworn he saw traces of fear in them. Perfect.

"Vanitas." She spat, gritting her teeth in anger.

"Aqua." He said, his voice low and dark. He pinned her against the tree, boring his golden gaze onto her. She struggled beneath his weight, groans escaping her as she pushed him. He laughed—a loud, sadistic laugh—and he pushed more of his weight on her, pinning her completely against the tree. Her shouts of anger were drowned out by his lust, his lips pressing against hers.

A muffle of protest escaped her, but Vanitas paid it no mind, continuing to press his lips against hers, perverse thoughts going through his head. His hand reached up and lightly cupped her breast through her dress, tugging at it. She gasped, her cheeks flushing a bright pink.

He pulled back, panting from excitement. He waited for a response from her, but all he was given were her own panting sounds and the deep blush in her cheeks. She opened her mouth, only for his mouth to reconnect with hers. No protest came from her lips, but instead moans of praise. She pulled back this time, a gasp escaping her.

She moaned his name softly, blushing. A smirk appeared on his face, and he lifted the girl up, walking away from the oak tree. She closed her eyes, blushing as the male's fingers lightly brushed against her inner thighs. Her teeth bit down on her lower lip, and she looked up at him with a slightly worried gaze.

"Vanitas?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes?"

"Will you be..gentle?"

He blinked, then chuckled, kissing her forehead.

"Maybe."

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