Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a lemon, and I'm pleased to try it with one of my favorite video games characters of all time, Vanitas. Feedback would be appreciated, but not mandatory. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.


Chapter 1

A noble warrior of light...

A sinister avatar of darkness...

A pure and fair Keyblade Master with hair the shade of sapphire...

A cruel and sadistic fighter smothered in shadow and trimmed with woven crimson...

Aqua.

Vanitas.

The pair dueled back and forth on one of Neverland's many cliffsides, their familiarity with each other causing a stalemate that both wielders refused to acknowledge out of pride, their stubbornness rivalled only by their stamina.

Pushing back and facing one another, the blue-haired maiden raised her keyblade in the air.

"You'll pay for everything you've done to him!" Aqua cried out as a blinding beam of thunder rose from her Keyblade and thrust itself at the masked boy, the devastating impact causing nearby rocks to be cast away, and a veil of dust and smoke to momentarily shield Vanitas from vision.

Aqua approached the thick cloud cautiously, no doubt aware of her opponent's durability, and was met with confusion when the smoke cleared, revealing the absence of a certain thorn in her side.

The feeling of a keyblade slamming against her back and the sharp pain that came with it silenced any curiosities she may have hoarded about Vanitas' whereabouts, and she fell to the dirt with a yelp.

"What's the matter, Keyblade Master?" He said, mockingly, "Couldn't see that one coming? I guess that old fool didn't teach you as well as you'd thought!"

Vanitas toyed with her, circling her with his keyblade raised, like a predator falsely granting its prey any hope of survival. She struggled to get back to her feet, feebly attempting to reply.

"Y-you'll... never g-get... away..." She fell to one knee, her keyblade bearing most of the weight of her lithe figure. She looked up at her opponent and her eyes shot open. A large crack had formed in his mask, likely the work of her thunder spell, and revealed one of Vanitas' golden eyes, shaded by rough patches of spiked, jet black hair. She was taken aback by the dark acolyte's features and failed to realise how distracted she had become.

He noticed her vulnerability and acted on it with little hesitation, grinning slyly. He walked forward, watching as her eyes mindlessly followed his. He placed a boot on her chest and thrust forward, kicking her to the ground and throwing her out of her trance. Her keyblade fell out of her hands and he was quick to kick it away, causing it to fly dangerously close to the cliff's edge. She reached out as if to grab it, but her efforts were for naught. She soon found herself pinned under Vanitas, with a keyblade pointed at her neck and his boot roughly pressing into her chest. She struggled against him, unable to overpower him from her vulnerable position, her hope fraying with every attempt she made. Her struggle only resulted in Vanitas' applying more pressure, causing her to grunt and groan in pain.

He laughed down at her, realising how humiliating it must have been for her to have become so lost in the middle of a fight, and to have to suffer the way she was now.

"It's hopeless, my sweet Aqua," He leaned over her slightly, his shifting weight causing her more distress, "It seems Eraqus never taught you about a warrior's greatest weakness."

She looked up, pained and confused, her face reddened with a shred of defiance. She looked through the crack in Vanitas' mask, studying what she could see of his face. A single golden eye, spiked hair, and half of a cruel grin was clearly visible. She watched on as the eye she could see slowly shut, and what remained of his dark mask melted away.

"Emotion."

Vanitas' opened his eyes and gazed into Aqua's own diamond-blue orbs. She now had a full view of his face and couldn't help but stare at him in a way she would have hated to describe as longingly, seemingly looking to memorise every feature. His eyes were an enticingly deep-gold. His mouth was contorted into a half-grin, amused at her struggle. His hair was as black as she imagined his heart to be, and heavily spiked. Almost as spiked as...

"Ven..." She said to herself, a whisper loud enough for Vanitas' to hear.

"Ven? You mean Ventus? The weakling?" He crossed his arms and laughed, his deep tone causing an enraging mixture of feelings within Aqua. "Is he even trying to get stronger? He'll never be a Master like you at this rate."

His condescending emphasis on her title only fueled Aqua's discontent, and she forced herself to come to her senses, if only briefly.

"He's stronger than you will ever be!" She yelled, defiant to the end.

Vanitas cocked an eyebrow in curiosity at her new-found fire, reaching down and placing a hand on her forearm, causing her to body to stiffen at the touch. He began to trace his hand up her arm, past her shoulder. She slowly began to fade back into the mindless mess she had been when she fell to the ground, before she felt something cold wrapping around her neck.

In a flash, Vanitas removed his boot from her chest and whipped her upright and off the floor, holding her by the throat as she clutched at his arm, fighting his grip.

"Tell me, Aqua. Is Ven strong enough to do that? Or is he just not a fan of choking?" Vanitas laughed to himself, the mere sight of Aqua straining against him in this position causing his skin-tight body suit to tighten slightly at the waist.

Aqua's face reddened heavily, partially due to the constricted blood flow, but mostly due to the images forced into her mind by Vanitas' meaning. She had never thought of Ven like... that. He was always so sweet and innocent and...

Vanitas jerked his arm forward, derailing Aqua's train of thought and unintentionally, though conveniently, forcing her vision down. Her eyes shot open once more and she let out a very audible gasp, partially due to the sudden and unwelcome movement, and partially due to the view she was now forced to endure. Any interest she had in his facial features before was eclipsed by her reluctant fascination with the noticeable bulge that snaked its way from the boy's waist down his leg. Every second her eyes were fixed on his covered member, the more she became aware of her own arousal. She gulped, realising the consequence of her body's own desire. Had she been enjoying his treatment of her the whole time?

He took immediate note of where her eyes were pointed and his own eyes glistened with the newly lit fire of desire. To beat an opponent like Aqua in battle is a great victory in itself, but now he had a greater goal: To claim her completely. To put an end to her right here would no doubt enrage Ventus and force him to get stronger, but the mere thought of what would happen to the naïve blonde if Vanitas had found his way between the blue-haired Master's thighs sent a chill down the sadistic boy's spine. He brought his head closer to the girl he held in his hand.

"Why so red, Aqua?" He whispered sinfully, placing his free hand on the outside of her thigh and slowly tracing it towards her waist. "See something that you like?"