Chapter One

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He was seated two rows behind me to the left and I just couldn't stop glancing behind me. Something about him was strange… I knew I'd seen him before, but I didn't think he was in my grade… so why was he in my class? People seemed afraid of him and I honestly didn't blame them based on his appearance.

His hair was so black that it had a navy blue tint to it and he wore it even spikier than I wore mine. His skin was surprisingly tan and covered with tattoos. Both arms had full sleeves from his shoulders to his wrists; even his fingers and neck had some work done. I couldn't see anything else under his black metal band t-shirt and black skinny jeans, but I imagined there was much more than that. His right brow was pierced in two places, his ears were gauged, and his eyes were lined with jet black eyeliner. His eyes… they were a strangely alluring golden yellow color—something I'd never seen before.

All in all, there was a reason he had three empty seats around him. So… why did I have the urge to go sit next to him?

"Vanitas! Pay attention!" the history teacher's shrill voice brought me out of my thoughts, and I almost thought she was talking to me until I realized that she hadn't called my name. So who was Vanitas?

"Sorry teach, I uh… I got distracted," an apology rang from behind me. I turned to find that the very student I'd been admiring was the one being scolded. He was wearing a smug little smirk that seemed to irritate the teacher more than anything.

She narrowed her eyes on him, looking like she was ready to start a fight, "You're lucky to even be here, Vanitas. You could at least try to pass senior year."

Ignoring her, he suddenly looked straight at me with those golden eyes, locking them right onto mine. "Yeah… sure…" he mumbled, his eyes burning holes into me.

Once I'd regained my composure I tore my eyes away from his and turned back to the front of the classroom, wondering what the hell that was about. Now I really couldn't get him out of my mind. I seriously needed to figure him out… why he was suddenly in my grade, why he showed up half way through the first week, why he was staring at me so intensely I could feel it without even turning around to look…

"Dude… you with it?" I was again brought out of my reverie, but this time I looked up to find my twin brother standing over me.

"Hey Rox…" I mumbled, starting to gather my books. When had class ended?

He leaned against the desk next to mine, "Sooo… what was that about? That creep was totally staring you down earlier."

"Yeah, who is he? Do you know?"

Roxas chuckled, letting out a long sigh, "It's a crazy story, man… He's like 20 years old already. He got sent to prison right at the beginning of his senior year and part of his parole is finishing high school."

I blinked a few times in shock, "Prison? What did he do?"

"What hasn't he done? I hear something different from everyone I talk to. Armed robbery… assault… grand theft auto…"

"Rox, I think you're just making shit up. There's no way they'd let him back in high school after all of that shit," I rolled my eyes, wondering now what the real story was.

He just shrugged, "Whatever, Ven. I'd stay away from him though. He's bad news."

"Well yeah," I lied as we made our way to our next class. Honestly, I was more intrigued than ever with him. There was just something about him that drew me in… "Rox, I'll catch up with you in a few. I forgot my anatomy book in my locker."

As I deviated from his path, all that I could think about was Vanitas. I don't even remember the walk to my locker or putting in my combination. I don't even know how long I'd been standing there staring at my books.

"Hey," I heard behind me, turning around to see Vanitas standing there staring at me with a Cheshire grin. Before I had a chance to react or reply he was grabbing me by the shirt and pushing me into the janitor's closet next to my locker. I heard him kick the door shut and suddenly our bodies were pressed together in the cramped little space. It was dark… I could just barely see the glow of his golden eyes.

"Wh…what're you doing…?" I squeaked, looking up at the considerably taller man.

I could just hardly see a smirk form on his lips before his lips were pressed against mine in a kiss that absolutely took my breath away. It was passionate, hungry, demanding… and more so than anything else, dominating. I immediately felt the switch in my brain flip as I allowed myself to submit to him like a puppet.

My mind was racing in a million directions but was also completely blank for thoughts. His kiss was intoxicating and addictive… I never wanted it to end.

"You belong to me now," the words growled in my ear were deep and possessive, and the broken kiss made me whine softly. I nodded like a little bitch, allowing him to completely walk all over me. It was as if I was under a spell…

The next thing I knew I was being shoved back into the bright hallway like nothing had ever happened. Completely disoriented and confused, I made my way to anatomy just before the last bell.

Roxas must have seen the shock on my face because he immediately jumped on me, "Jesus, Ventus… you look like you've seen a ghost or something! Are you okay?"

I nodded, swallowing dryly as I watched Vanitas slink into the classroom two minutes late and take the seat directly behind me. "I… I'm fine."

A few minutes into the lecture I felt something slip into my back pocket, causing me to jump halfway out of my chair. It was my phone… Had Vanitas taken it while he was kissing me?

A moment later it buzzed, a new text message popping up on my screen.

I wasn't kidding. You're mine now.

He'd even set himself as a contact… He really was serious.

O…okay…

As I pressed "send" my fingers were trembling a little. Why was I agreeing to this? I didn't even know him.

Are you gay or bi?

That next message startled me a little with it's absolute blatancy, but I replied anyways.

I'm not sure…

There was only a brief pause until his next text.

Do you like cock or not?

I didn't even know how to reply to that but I was terrified of what he'd do if I didn't answer.

Yeah… I guess so…

Ever sucked one?

My cheeks flushed a deep red as I resisted the urge to turn and look at him.

No! What the hell?!

I could feel his glare blazing into the back of my head as my phone vibrated again.

You'll learn. You're not a fucking virgin are you?

He was starting to make me shift uncomfortably in my seat. Twenty minutes ago I didn't even know his name…

No, I'm not a virgin!

I really had to resist adding "you asshole" to the end of that sentence… but something told me that would be the wrong way to go.

Thank fucking God. I hate virgins. They're always so whiney. You been fucked in the ass?

My brain was overloading now and I just wanted to crawl under my desk and die.

No, it was all with a girl!

Why was I telling him all of this?

Great, so you are a virgin… Not to worry, I'll train you for that too.

Train me? What the hell did that mean?

Why me…?

It was a valid question, but I was doubtful that I'd get an answer.

Why not you?

Exactly. Vanitas was going to be a conundrum wrapped in an enigma.

I'm nothing special…

So we understand each other. Good.

I should have been offended by his reply… I should have turned around and decked him in the face. But I didn't. Why?

How old are you?

20.

Did you really go to prison?

Yepp.

Care to tell me why?

Nah.

I stared at my phone for a long moment before finally giving up and just shoving it into my pocket. I was sure I'd regret it later, but I was done talking to him if he was going to be a dick.

Twenty million different thoughts were flooding my mind and I just wanted to scream at the top of my lungs to let some of them out. Coming into senior year I figured I'd just skate by with some easy classes, hang out with some friends, maybe find a girlfriend. Now it seemed as if I'd become some insane 20 year-old's plaything. But… every time I tried to resist him my brain just flipped on me and forced me to obey.

When the bell sounded to end class I couldn't believe that I hadn't paid attention to the lecture for even a minute. I was about to stand up when my phone buzzed again.

Hang back. We're having lunch together.

Roxas gave me a confused look when I didn't get up, "Ventus, you coming?"

"I… think I'm going to go to study hall through lunch. I didn't understand this chapter very well," I lied to my brother again.

"Uhm… all right?" he seemed thoroughly confused, "I'll see you later then…"

The moment he was out of ear shot I turned around in a fury, "Seriously, asking me that shit in the middle of class?!"

The look in his eyes told me that I had overstepped. "Do they still let us leave campus for lunch?"

"Uh, yeah… only the seniors though, and you have to sign out and back in at the front office."

He grimaced, "Bullshit… we're sneaking out the back."

I opened my mouth to protest, but as he got up and started out the door I found myself following him like a lost puppy. Why couldn't I resist this guy?

"Where the hell are we going?" I finally managed to squeak out, my voice cracking a little as I spoke.

"You'll see! Did you bring a lunch?"

I shook my head, "No… I usually buy lunch."

"Sucks to suck then. Guess you're going hungry," he shrugged casually as he approached a half-open, beaten down looking locker and kicked it open. He grabbed a brown paper bag out of it and then kicked it back to it's half-open status as he continued to move in a fluid motion towards the back exit.

I groaned a little, my stomach tying in a knot at the thought of not being able to eat all day. But still, my feet just kept right on following him.

We headed out the back and through the football practice field, all the way over to the old baseball field that hadn't been used in years. I knew where we were going before he even got there—the old baseball dugout. It faced the opposite direction of the school, so nobody would be able to see us out there. …Why didn't that scare me?

"Here," he said suddenly, shoving an apple and a granola bar at me as he lounged against one of the benches. "I didn't want them anyways."

I fumbled with it for a moment before nodding, "Th…thanks…"

"Sit down," his voice was tinged with irritation as he watched me stand there like a moron.

Jumping a little, I nodded and sat down on the edge of the bench, leaving a considerable distance between us. It was clear how nervous and confused I was, but I still couldn't help but obey him.

"Closer," he glared at me, cocking an eyebrow.

I scooted up next to him, the granola wrapped crinkling beneath my shaking hand. He was radiating heat from beside me which should have been comforting, but wasn't at all.

After a long moment of absolute silence I decided to speak up. "So… are you going to say anything or just sit there and continue to confuse the fuck out of me?"

"If you're confused then you must be stupid. I was very clear," he told me simply, biting into a mushed up sandwich.

"You don't have to be mean…" I mumbled as I fumbled to open the granola bar, "You really can't see how this might be strange to me?"

"You really think I care if it is? I saw how you were watching me in history. And don't even try to pretend you didn't like that kiss. You were moaning like a little bitch."

I blushed deeply, "I was…?" How had I not noticed that…?

"Yeah, you were about to draw a crowd. One more thing I'll have to train you in… staying the fuck quiet."

There he went using that word again. "What do you mean you'll 'train me'?"

"You have the common sense of a rock… It means I'm going to teach you. What else would it mean?" he scoffed a little, popping the tab on a can of soda.

I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest and pouting, "I'm not a dog. You can't just treat me like shit."

"Don't you dare fucking pout like a little bitch. I can't stand that shit. And you might not be a dog, but you're mine now and I'll treat you however the fuck I want."

"You make it sound like I'm a damned slave…" I muttered, taking a bite out of my apple.

Suddenly he was sporting another Cheshire grin, "Good, so you do get it."

My eyes widened as I realized what he was saying. He seriously wanted me to be some kind of slave to him… "This… this is bullshit. I'm out," my voice cracked as I stood up and moved to leave.

Of course, and not to my surprise, I didn't get far. In one fluid motion he had me slammed against the wall of the dugout with his hand gripping me hard around my throat. It hurt… I was terrified… so why was I also aroused by it?

"You… belong… to me…" he growled through grit teeth.

I couldn't speak… I could hardly breathe. My head was beginning to get fuzzy and my vision was blurring, but I somehow managed to nod a little, "O…kay…" I whispered, my words choking up in my throat.

He loosened his grip on my throat but didn't take his hand completely away. "Kiss me," he said simply, waiting for it impatiently.

I took in a deep breath while I could before timidly leaning forward and pressing my lips against his. I could tell immediately that he wasn't satisfied by it when his hand transferred from my throat to my hair, gripping it hard as he kissed me back with force.

His body was tight against mine, pinning every bit of me against the wall as even his hips stayed flush with mine. I could hear myself moaning now, but I couldn't believe that those sounds were coming from me. I even felt myself whimper as he tore away from the kiss and let my body go, nearly causing me to fall over from the sudden lack of support.

"Do you get it now?" he asked me, standing back and crossing his arms with a stern look on his face.

"I just… what if I don't want to be yours?"

He chuckled lowly, almost maniacally, "Tough shit."

"But—"

"But nothing. If you didn't want it, you would have punched me in the face when I dragged you into that closet. Stop acting like a pussy and just accept reality. You're mine now."

I took a step towards him, still craving answers. "Tell me why you chose me."

"You're hot and submissive. I could tell immediately. Why else?"

"But we don't even know each other… Are we like… dating or something?" I had no idea what "you're mine" was supposed to mean in public.

He rolled his eyes, "I'll learn all I need to know just being around you."

I narrowed my eyes on him, "Answer the second question."

"What the hell don't you understand about you belonging to me?" his eyes just deadpanned.

"What the fuck do I tell my friends? My brother? I'm sure as fucking hell not going to tell them you've claimed me as some sort of sex slave."

He sat back down on the bench and kicked his feet up, letting out a long sigh. "Whatever, yeah. Tell them we're dating. Just don't act like a clingy bitch."

"Yeah, you don't need to worry about that," I grumbled as I sat back down as well, "Shouldn't we be getting back to class?"

"Nah, they won't miss us," he said as he fished a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket. As he lit one, I just inwardly scoffed. Of course he smoked… his kisses tasted like tobacco.

I squirmed a little, "I've never skipped class before…"

"Well… you could either go to class like a good student, or stay here and make out with me like a good bitch."

Every fibre of my being wanted to get up and go to class, but my body just wouldn't move. I was frozen… I had no willpower against him at all.

"By the way, we're hanging with my friends tomorrow after school. They go to the university in town," he told me, clearly not giving me an option.

What the hell was I going to tell Roxas? "Okay… that's fine. But… Roxas and I were going to do something. Could he come?"

"Hm. Sure, why not? Axel definitely wouldn't oppose that," he shrugged.

"Jesus… tell your friends not to creep on my brother please. He's got a girlfriend." He'd been with Xion for like… four months now. It was his longest relationship yet.

Vanitas just laughed, "Yeah, I'll do that…"

Something about the way he said it made me very uneasy… but I knew I couldn't face them without my brother. Vanitas alone was terrifying enough and I knew that anyone he hung out with couldn't possibly be much different.

What the hell did I get myself into?

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Author's Note: So I think I needed a break from Akuroku for a minute, even though there will be a little bit of it in this story. VanitasXVentus is one of my next favorite pairings, so I decided to take a whack at it! I know it started out strong and kind of randomly… but the bits and pieces will be filled in as the story progresses further and further.

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Love you all!

-EtherealLove15