A/N: As of December 2018, I have re-edited this fic. Nothing major! Just little bits that always got on my nerves. I'm completely happy with it now and I feel like it lines up better with 'The Fine Print'.
First time readers: Some of this fic would be categorised as dub-con, and is rated explicit for a reason. Please take note, in case that isn't your thing. But please also know that Vanitas and Ventus' full story has a happy ending within the sequel that I have posted separately. Legit, everything is explained and ties in together lol. They make their peace and stop being salty little beans :)
Also, to save any confusion: 20 million yen is approx US $20k.
Enjoy ^^
Chapter One.
With a dull, resounding thud, the large wad of cash landed on the table; Ventus boldly meeting Vanitas' intimidating stare.
"My father's debt. Now let him go."
Golden eyes studied him for a brief moment longer before slowly sliding down to the bundle now lying directly within reach.
Ventus glanced over to the side, his expression grim as he looked at his father standing between two of Vanitas' henchmen. His father hesitantly gave him a watery smile, but Ventus was quick to ignore it, returning his focus to the man seated in front of him.
With all the time in the world, Vanitas picked up the stack of bills and weighed the bundle in his hand. He looked thoughtful then, lazily running his thumb over the edge of the bills and flicking them neatly back into place.
His eyes slid back up to Ventus', an amused smirk pulling at his lips.
"It's lovely to see you again, Ventus."
Ventus couldn't help noticing the unnerving spark in Vanitas' eyes, but he told himself not to look away. Vanitas was an infamous opportunist, and Ventus couldn't afford to show weakness here – not for a single second.
"Hn. It's a pity I can't say the same."
They had been lovers once, but that was a long time ago – long before Ventus ever knew the truth about Vanitas' so called 'work' . Where Vanitas had once been nothing more than a little brother in the Yakuza, here he sat as the youngest boss in a century of one of the largest crime syndicates in all of Japan – the formidable Ishi-kai. After falling out of touch for the last six years, Ventus never would have guessed that they would meet again in a situation like this of all things, a cruel twist of fate forcing their paths to cross again.
At Ventus' sharp retort, Vanitas' smirk only grew wider. He breathed out an exaggerated sigh.
"Still haven't lost your sense of humour, I see."
He waved the bundle of cash slowly back and forth between them. "Which is great, really, because I hate to tell you, but this isn't enough." As if twenty-million was little more than pocket change to him, Vanitas carelessly tossed the cash back onto the table.
Ventus was incredulous. "But it's all there! I counted it twice!"
Vanitas shrugged, looking anything but apologetic.
"I don't doubt that it isn't, but I seem to recall that I instructed this to be delivered to me yesterday. Did you honestly believe it would escape my notice that you're a day late?"
Ventus grit his teeth, a sudden wave of dread washing over him. He knew Vanitas had him there. He had tried his best to pay the money on time, but he'd had trouble getting such a large amount together in the first place. Cutting it fine, he had been left with no other choice but to ask some of his friends for a loan when the people at the bank had refused to give him any more. This had been the quickest he'd been able to manage, considering his circumstances.
Unfortunately for him, when his father had first come to him for help, he had also had no idea of exactly who in question the money was owed to, so being ushered in here to bow and scrape to his ex of all people was more than a little humiliating – not to mention, downright dangerous.
The Yakuza were not an organisation to be taken lightly, and if ever there was a man to hold an everlasting grudge, Vanitas Ishi would be the one.
Vanitas raised his eyebrows and looked at Ventus expectantly.
"What, no excuse? Nothing to say in your defence?"
"As if that would do any good," Ventus muttered, finally looking away. It was only just sinking in, the full extent of how badly this could all play out. He hadn't been following Vanitas' career with the Yakuza at all, but having known him as a teenager, Ventus already knew how ruthless he could be. There was no denying that the situation was about to get completely out of hand… and there was nothing he could do about it.
Then, Vanitas smiled, and he actually looked like he meant it. Ventus felt a chill race up his spine.
"You're right," Vanitas said simply. "It wouldn't."
He stood from his seat abruptly, one of his underlings instantly moving forwards to shadow him.
"I am a fair, honest man, Ventus – one who is simply trying to run a cost-effective, sustainable business here. I gave your father enough chances. When I show someone respect, I deserve that same respect in return, don't you think?"
Vanitas dropped the act, his expression falling into deadly seriousness. "Your father, and therefore your entire family has disrespected me. As a result, I will be taking his life in lieu of payment."
Ventus gasped. "…You can't be serious…!? "
With a jerk of his chin, Vanitas signalled the two men flanking Ventus' father to force him to his knees.
Ventus tried and failed to keep the panic out of his voice.
"Vanitas, please – please don't do this!"
Vanitas ignored him completely and moved over towards his father, who was now kneeling with his hands positioned behind his back. Ventus' father looked up at Vanitas fearfully, his thin frame already visibly shaking. The man who had shadowed Vanitas was now holding out a white, silken cloth, and laying amongst its folds was the unmistakable curve of a katana.
The long grip of the katana was presented with a bow then, and Vanitas grasped it firmly. Torturously slow, he slid the blade free of its case.
Ventus' father squeezed his eyes shut and shrunk in on himself, the katana blade shining ominously bright in the dim lighting of the room.
His desperation taking over, Ventus fell to his knees.
"Please – stop! I'll – I'll do anything! Anything you want – just please don't kill him!"
His back still turned to Ventus, Vanitas went still, the katana held lax in his grip.
"Ventus, no!" His father cried out, foolishly attempting to rise.
Without a moment's hesitation, Vanitas lashed out and savagely booted him in the head, sending him crashing back down to the floor.
Ventus' immediate instinct was to throw himself forward and rush to help his father, but he managed to stop himself just in time. All he could do was stare helplessly over at his father's prone form while he waited to hear Vanitas' answer.
Vanitas peered over his shoulder at Ventus, his golden eyes piercing.
"…Anything?"
Shamefaced and utterly defeated, Ventus fell forwards, bracing himself on his hands. He bowed low, his forehead touching the floor.
"You… have my word."
He squeezed his eyes shut tight and held his breath as silence filled the room. Somehow, as soon as he'd walked in and seen who exactly was sitting behind that table, he'd just known that it would end up coming to this. There was really nothing else he could do either, if he wanted to guarantee his father's safety.
Lifting his head, Ventus couldn't quite hide his lingering defiance as he glowered up at Vanitas. Vanitas had turned to face him and Ventus' open hostility only seemed to thrill him more. He grinned triumphantly, his eyes easily conveying how pleased he was with this turn of events. Ventus swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat. He didn't want to know what Vanitas was thinking, but it was only a matter of time before he found out.
-0-
Ventus stubbornly kept his expression neutral as he was escorted by a young lady (who he could only assume was a servant) through Vanitas' extravagant home. Never in his life had he been invited into a house so large and richly decorated as this, and he was finding it increasingly difficult not to openly show his amazement. Stark in his mind was the last place he remembered Vanitas living in, which had been a dirty, little studio apartment in the more questionable part of the city when they were both eighteen. The leaky pipes had forever groaned under years of neglect, and the noticeably, rampant cockroach problem had eventually become the norm. So coming from that to this in just six years was simply unbelievable. But Ventus supposed that's just what happened when you murdered all of your competition.
It wasn't long enough before the servant was knocking lightly on a closed set of double doors. Not waiting for an answer, she pulled one of the doors open and bowed low, having never met Ventus' eyes once.
"Please," was all she said as she gestured for Ventus to enter on his own.
Taking a deep breath, Ventus reminded himself not to feel intimidated as he stepped through into the large room beyond.
The first thing he noticed was the sound of the ocean. There was no mistaking the constant rush of waves breaking over rock some distance below him as the house was situated high above the coastline. Directly in front of him were a wide expanse of floor to ceiling bi-fold doors which had all been pushed back against the walls, opening the room out to a large, adjoining balcony. Vanitas was a lone figure against the stunning backdrop behind him as he stood just inside where the room met the balcony, a black, leather lounge-suite situated close at hand. He looked thoughtful, ignoring the view in favour of gazing down into his sake cup instead. Ventus didn't move, his eyes drawn to the way the breeze was playing havoc with Vanitas' hair.
The door snapped shut behind Ventus, and as if on cue, Vanitas' eyes lifted to meet his.
"Ventus. So nice of you to make it."
There was that familiar smirk of his again, and Ventus didn't even bother answering. Breaking their eye contact, he reluctantly walked further into the room.
Vanitas moved over towards one of the lounges and took a seat. There was a ceramic sake flask and a lone sake cup set out on the small table in front of him, and as Ventus watched, Vanitas silently placed his own cup beside the other before proceeding to fill them both.
"Shall we toast our reunion?" Vanitas murmured, holding one of the cups out to Ventus.
There was a subtle challenge gleaming in his eyes, and Ventus steeled himself as he reached out to take it. Vanitas relinquished the offered cup without a word, the tips of his fingers cool against Ventus' own.
Vanitas inclined his head towards Ventus before bringing his cup to his lips. Ventus just held his and stared down at it. There was no way in hell he was toasting this so called reunion, not when he didn't even want it in the first place…
Vanitas noted Ventus' blatant refusal with something akin to mild amusement. He didn't comment, but he did smile as he set his empty cup back down on the table and swiftly refilled it. His back was now slightly turned to Ventus who was still standing just behind the lounge Vanitas was sitting on. Ventus couldn't help noticing that Vanitas still had his ears pierced, a single gold ring just peeking out from beneath his hair.
"You should sit. You're going to be here for a while."
There was a beat, then begrudgingly, Ventus shuffled his way around and eased himself down onto the adjacent lounge. He could feel Vanitas looking at him again, but he turned to stare out at the ocean instead, fingers of both hands playing over the cool ceramic of the sake cup.
Out of the corner of his eye he watched Vanitas sit back and relax against the lounge, one of his arms thrown over the backrest.
"It's been some time since we last saw each other… A lot of things have changed."
Ventus narrowed his eyes.
"That's one way of putting it."
Vanitas breathed out a laugh, his expression blatantly smug.
"Are you regretting it now that you left me?" He lifted a hand and gestured at the room at large. "This could have all been yours…"
Ventus sniffed, still looking out at the view.
"Can't say I am. I liked the apartment better."
"You have to be joking," Vanitas snorted, taking a drink from his cup. "That place was a dive."
Ventus turned back to face him, the words out of his mouth before he could even think to stop them.
"At least it wasn't paid for with dirty money. "
There was a sudden, tense silence, and Ventus instinctively froze. Vanitas stared across at him, his mouth set into a thin, hard line, and Ventus braced himself for the angry outburst he knew was coming.
For one brief, moment, it was obvious how much Ventus' words had gotten to him, but then Vanitas glanced away and laughed, his body visibly relaxing. He pressed a hand to his forehead.
"I forgot you're like this. I shouldn't have expected you'd be any different."
Ventus shifted restlessly in his seat. He couldn't sit here any longer, not when he knew the full extent of Vanitas' intentions. He knew he had to do this… but that didn't mean he had to like it.
"Look, Vanitas, I didn't come here to make small-talk," Ventus bit out. "Let's get this over and done with."
He returned his untouched sake back to the table, the ceramic cup chinking lightly as it made contact with the glass top.
Vanitas wasn't smiling anymore.
They stared across at each other, Ventus resolute in holding Vanitas' gaze as the tension between them grew tenfold.
"Fine." Vanitas answered quietly. "If that's the way you want to do it, then that's the way we're going to do it."
Vanitas threw back the rest of his sake and swiftly pushed himself to standing. Startled, Ventus made to lean back further in his seat, but Vanitas reached for him, twisting a hand into the front of his shirt. He wrenched Ventus onto his feet and turned at the same time, already dragging him forward. Ventus just managed to keep up with Vanitas' determined pace, as he was pulled into another room, just as spacious as the last. He didn't even attempt freeing himself, resigned to letting this happen. Considering the circumstances surrounding their breakup, Ventus had always wondered if Vanitas had ever gotten over it. But none of that mattered now. Here was the Vanitas he remembered — the overpowering emotion, and the quiet, raw aggression. He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous.
Ventus prepared himself as he glanced around the new room they had entered. His eyes were instantly drawn to the large bed sitting off to his left, but found himself unexpectedly being pulled in the opposite direction. Confused, his heart beating faster, Ventus managed to look just in time as Vanitas released him and roughly flung him against a hard, cool surface. Ventus instinctively braced his hands against it. He lifted his head and jumped slightly, surprised to find his own eyes staring back at him.
It was a mirror, and a large one at that, easily more than two metres wide and almost as high as the ceiling. Ventus scrutinised his own reflection, his worry and anxiety clearly evident on his face. He bit the inside of his lip, his eyes following the movement. And here he'd thought he'd been hiding it well.
Another body settled in against him then, and Ventus met Vanitas' eyes in the mirror. Vanitas held his gaze and pressed his lips close to Ventus' ear, his hands moving to grasp firmly around his hips.
"Do you know… how many things I could do to you in just one night?"
Ventus swallowed hard, Vanitas' breath warm and moist against his skin. He felt one of Vanitas' hands release his hip and watched it slide underneath his shirt instead, the tips of Vanitas' fingers startlingly cold.
"Do you realise how many hours there are between now and morning…?" Vanitas continued, his lips still pressed to the shell of Ventus' ear.
Ventus subtly shifted away from Vanitas' mouth, just as Vanitas' hand wandered lazily up his chest and pinched hard at one of his nipples.
Biting back his reaction, Ventus made to push away from the mirror and lower his arms, but Vanitas shoved him back into place, his hands forcing Ventus' palms to remain flat against the cool surface.
" Don't move," Vanitas snapped. "You're going to stay like this, until I tell you otherwise."
Knowing he had no other choice, Ventus haltingly obeyed. He looked back at his reflection and felt his apprehension rising.
Surely… Vanitas didn't mean… that they were going to…?
Clearly enjoying the way Ventus seemed so reluctant in giving in to him, Vanitas smirked and relaxed against him again, teasingly circling one of his fingers around Ventus' navel.
"So noble of you to protect your father, Ventus," Vanitas murmured. He pressed his hand flat against Ventus' abdomen. "But then, I knew you would…"
Ventus angrily looked off to the side, dismissing Vanitas altogether, but a strong grip around his chin startled him as Vanitas roughly yanked him back to facing forward. Vanitas didn't release Ventus straight away either, his fingers pressing hard into his skin.
Ventus' eyes flicked to vivid gold in the mirror, and Vanitas' temper left him speechless.
"If your eyes leave this mirror again, for even a second , our agreement is off. Do you understand me?"
Ventus went very still. For the first time since having arrived here, he felt honest fear race through him. He had to remember that Vanitas was not a person he could mess with, and it was something he'd come to understand very quickly. He couldn't refuse him, not when he'd already agreed to this. Unfortunately, there was a lot more at stake tonight then just his dignity.
Shakily, Ventus managed to nod.
Just one night. That was all Vanitas had wanted. Ventus had been completely at his mercy – he could've made him do anything, and yet, when Vanitas had dragged Ventus to his feet to whisper his demands in his ear, that had been the only thing he asked for. Ventus was to spend a single night with Vanitas, and his father's life would be spared. Ventus hadn't been able to hide his surprise – he would have to have been a fool not to accept, but the look Vanitas had given him promised that it wasn't going to be so simple… It never was when it came to him.
Satisfied, Vanitas finally relinquished his hold.
Ventus stared into the mirror, almost unseeing, but his expression was so pained there was no way he could ignore it. He couldn't even close his eyes. Still staring straight ahead, he could just see his shoulders shaking. Vanitas was quick to notice. He laughed in Ventus' ear quietly.
"I wouldn't want you to miss anything… especially when I know how much you like to watch."
"I – I do not!" Ventus spat, his fingers curling slightly against the surface of the mirror.
Vanitas just laughed again, the hand resting on Ventus' stomach moving to slide down further.
"You're a terrible liar…" Vanitas whispered, palming Ventus through his pants. "You're already getting hard…"
Ventus couldn't stifle his sudden intake of breath, nor deny it, as Vanitas squeezed him gently, his body responding in kind. His eyes were drawn to the way Vanitas' hand moved over him. He couldn't have looked away if he'd tried. Jolts of pleasure were already tingling across his skin.
Vanitas hummed his approval. "Are you sure…?" He nuzzled into Ventus' hair, raking his teeth lightly across Ventus' neck. "You don't want to see how much your body still craves my touch?"
Ventus gasped and reflexively pushed his hips forward into Vanitas' kneading hand, his fingers pressing harder into the mirror. Their eyes met, and Ventus just saw the curve of Vanitas' grin before warm lips were teasing at the sensitive skin behind his ear.
Ventus groaned with the added sensation, his eyes very nearly sliding closed. He managed to catch himself in time, the shock at remembering Vanitas' warning leaving him reeling. His eyes wide again, he couldn't concentrate at all. Frustrated, Ventus watched Vanitas' other hand curl fingers through the belt loop at his hip before he was sharply pulled backwards, his ass meeting with firm resistance from Vanitas' body behind him. He immediately felt a familiar hardness pressing against him, and the breath froze in his lungs.
Keeping their bodies in close contact, Vanitas rhythmically rolled his hips into Ventus' ass, which all proved to be a little too much for Ventus to bear. He knew he wasn't allowed to look away, and now there was nothing else that could possibly serve to distract him. Vanitas had him right where he wanted him.
Ventus couldn't help shivering at the gentle press of Vanitas' lips, the slow glide of his hands and shifting hips.
His wicked mouth leaving Ventus for the moment, Vanitas sighed and rested his chin on Ventus' shoulder. He left Ventus hard and straining inside of his pants, slowly sliding both of his hands up his chest instead.
"Look at yourself, Ventus. You're desperate for me to touch you, aren't you?"
Deliberately slow and observing Ventus' reaction the entire time, Vanitas began unbuttoning Ventus' shirt, his fingers sliding along the edge of the fabric as more and more of Ventus' skin was uncovered.
His chest heaving, Ventus watched Vanitas' progress and slightly shook his head.
His eyes half-mast as he drank in Ventus' expression, Vanitas licked his lips and unclasped the last button. Still keeping his movements unhurried, he pulled Ventus' shirt apart, his hands now exploring him eagerly.
His body betraying him, Ventus could feel Vanitas' hands wandering everywhere – along the sides of his waist, splaying over his abdomen and sweeping up his chest, and all the while, the rhythm of his hips was relentless, pressing against him, again and again. Overwhelmed, Ventus glanced away, but was quick to refocus knowing that Vanitas was still watching his every move. A firm grip briefly encircled Ventus' throat before Vanitas released him, but not before eliciting a startled gasp to escape his lips.
Vanitas smirked, rolling Ventus' nipples between his fingers.
"Drop your arms..."
It took a second for Ventus to regain his bearings, all rational thought slowly but surely becoming lost to the unwanted sensation and pleasure his body was being subjected to. Wordlessly, he lowered his arms.
Vanitas stopped moving his hips for a moment and pushed the fabric of Ventus' shirt off of his shoulders. They both watched in the mirror as it fell to the floor between them. Vanitas leaned into Ventus again and lifted his arms, encouraging him to place his hands back on the mirror. Ventus tried his best not to squirm as Vanitas drank him in. He leaned more heavily against Ventus, his breathing noticeably more laboured as he absently licked at his lips. Ventus nervously wondered how much he was actually holding himself back.
Vanitas' greedy touches were more hurried now, both of his hands trailing down Ventus' chest, his fingers already fumbling with the fastening on Ventus' belt. He suddenly snapped his hips forward again, and Ventus forgot to silence his moan.
Ventus' head lolled on his shoulders and he gazed dazedly up at the ceiling. His eyelids fell shut as his cock sharply ached with Vanitas' touch so close, and yet so far.
"Ah!"
Ventus couldn't help crying out as Vanitas harshly bit down into the juncture between his neck and shoulder. His eyes flew open instantly, Vanitas' lips and tongue already soothing away some of the hurt.
"I won't tell you again, Ventus. Final warning."
Panting raggedly, Ventus refused to meet Vanitas' eyes, his hands curling into fists against the mirror. He hated this — so much. There was nothing worse than being so completely powerless, and it left him feeling even more disturbed as he realised how much he was actually starting to want this…
Vanitas' fingers were finally releasing the clasp on Ventus' belt and Ventus trembled with anticipation.
"I bet you can hardly wait to have me inside you again," Vanitas goaded, his tongue flicking over Ventus' earlobe. "Have you had anyone better than me yet?"
Ventus said nothing, his eyes following Vanitas' hands as he popped the button on his jeans and casually tugged down the zipper.
"I doubt you have…" Vanitas went on. "Because no one else knows what you really want, Ventus. What you need."
Ventus bit at his lip, refusing to meet Vanitas' eyes.
"You probably just imagine it's me everytime someone fucks you, anyway."
"You…!" Ventus was furious, the shame he felt at Vanitas' words causing heat to rise in his cheeks.
Vanitas just grinned and laughed, his hands pulling at Ventus' jeans before swiftly delving inside.
"Ah… Ahh!" Ventus gasped and whimpered, his whole body tensing as Vanitas pulled him free of his pants. He began stroking Ventus' cock with firm, yet gentle pressure , his other hand working Ventus' jeans off of his hips.
"Do you want to know what I'm going to do to you first?" Vanitas whispered, his amusement still colouring his tone. Shifting Ventus' jeans, he let them fall to the floor, as well.
Ventus looked at himself and suppressed a shiver. He was now standing naked and vulnerable with Vanitas' hand still lightly stroking him. He felt over-exposed, and yet still captivated by the gentle pressure of Vanitas' fingers curled around him, the firm outline of Vanitas' clothed erection pressed teasingly against his bare ass. The contrast in sensation was going to be his undoing; it was taking all of his remaining willpower not to push back.
"I'm going to make you come undone against me," Vanitas breathed, Ventus watching as Vanitas' other hand left him for a moment and disappeared from view, only to return seconds later holding a small tube. "I want to watch you lose control..."
Ventus just worried at his lip and kept silent as Vanitas one-handedly popped the cap on the tube and poured some of the clear liquid inside straight onto Ventus' cock. Ventus moaned softly, the lubricant cool against his heated skin as Vanitas worked the silken substance over his entire length.
"Then, I'm going to fuck you with my fingers till you're hard again… I remember how much you used to enjoy that…" Vanitas continued, his words causing Ventus to squeeze his eyes shut momentarily before wearily forcing himself to re-open them. Ventus' entire body quaked. He didn't want to think about Vanitas' fingers pushing deep inside of him. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep his silence for long, and Vanitas already knew that far too well.
Vanitas didn't comment on Ventus' lapse in concentration, his hand now stroking with more fervour, his thumb massaging firmly over the head.
"And then, when you finally can't take it anymore and beg me to fuck you, I'm going to slowly push my way inside of you. All – the way – in.
Vanitas punctuated each of his words with a particularly rough twist of his wrist and Ventus gasped brokenly.
"I… I'm not going to beg, Vanitas…!"
Vanitas scoffed. "You will. Doesn't look like it'll take much either. You're about to come just from a little dirty-talk."
He moved his other hand in to cradle Ventus' balls in his palm, and Ventus gasped, his thighs quivering at the intimate touch.
"You like that? …I think you do…" Vanitas stroked him a bit harder, his eyes drinking in Ventus' unguarded expression. "– Hearing about how I'm going to fuck you so good? "
Ventus could feel the pressure inside building, his chest heaving sharply with every breath. His eyes threatened to slip closed, but he just managed to keep them open. He hadn't meant to, but his gaze lifted and met Vanitas', and that hungry look in Vanitas' golden eyes was all he needed to send him over the edge.
His hips jerked and his legs were shaking as Vanitas continued to pump him firmly, his release spattering onto the mirror. Ventus whimpered as he watched himself come, his entire body tingling and trembling with the force of his orgasm. He could barely support his own weight anymore, one of his hands slipping out from under him and his forearm bracing hard against the mirrored surface in its wake. Vanitas groaned in his ear, seemingly mesmerised by Ventus losing it.
"You came a lot…"
Vanitas released Ventus' flagging erection and wrapped his arm around his waist to support him as Ventus, near boneless post orgasm, slumped heavily against the mirror.
"So it really has been a while, huh?"
Catching his breath, and still weak at the knees, Ventus chose not to answer. He shakily pushed himself back upright, making sure to leave his hands flat against the mirror. His eyelids half-mast, Ventus concentrated hard on the sharp rise and fall of his own chest, and not on the sensation of Vanitas' arm sliding free of his waist, his fingernails dragging lightly over Ventus' abdomen.
Surely, Vanitas would be bored of him soon… This night couldn't go on forever.
Keeping his hips flush against Ventus' ass, Vanitas made sure Ventus refocused and watched as he casually leaned backwards and peeled his long-sleeved shirt off over his head.
Ventus couldn't quite hide his surprise as Vanitas' upper body was revealed to him, his eyes flickering over so much inked skin. True to his position as the Oyabun of the Ishi-kai, Vanitas was slowly adorning himself with Irezumi tattoos. It was a traditional practice amongst the Yakuza , and it would literally take years for Vanitas to have the entirety of his body tattooed. Both of Vanitas' shoulders and arms were already done – an intricately detailed, black and red dragon coiling down on his right, with a furious depiction of an Inugami on his left. Vanitas stepped away from him then, and just underneath his navel and along his hips, Ventus could make out more ink disappearing behind the waistband of his jeans. He unconsciously licked his lips. His eyes raced back over Vanitas' toned chest, several scars he was unfamiliar with leaping out at him, as well as a small, silver barbell in one of his nipples.
Swallowing hard, Ventus' eyes met Vanitas' in the mirror, who only gave him a knowing smirk. Irritated with himself, Ventus looked away and down to see Vanitas unbuckling his belt, his jeans unbuttoned next and sliding down his thighs. Ventus watched their descent, drinking in more of Vanitas' beautifully, tattooed skin. His thighs were also done, golden koi fish gliding through splashes of foaming water, and blooming, blood-red chrysanthemums unfurling in between.
Ventus just managed to catch a glimpse of Vanitas' impressive length before he was moving closer into him again, one of his hands trailing down the length of Ventus' spine.
"Spread your legs," Vanitas murmured, pressing his lips against the nape of Ventus' neck.
Bowing his head, Ventus silently obeyed. He carefully stepped out of his jeans and nudged them away from his feet.
" Mm, Ventus… The way you look right now…" Vanitas curled his body around Ventus, making sure to nestle his cock firmly between his cheeks. Both of his arms lazily wrapped around Ventus' waist, giving him a light squeeze. "I don't think I can wait…"
His body already reawakening to the heady feel of Vanitas warm and hard against him, Ventus frantically shook his head. He understood perfectly what Vanitas was insinuating.
"Please… don't…"
"I thought you weren't going to beg…?" Vanitas taunted, his arms tightening around him.
Ventus shuddered in a deep breath.
"…I'm asking you."
Vanitas huffed out a sigh, his lips ghosting briefly down Ventus' neck.
"Okay… since you asked so nicely."
Ventus shivered, his palms sweaty against the mirror. He hated himself for wanting what was to come next, but this was the reality of Vanitas breaking him down. He never really stood a chance, not when Vanitas knew his body just as well as his own.
Vanitas released Ventus' waist and stepped away again, quickly bending down to retrieve the tube of lubricant from the back pocket of his jeans. Waiting anxiously, Ventus watched Vanitas squeeze a generous amount of the thick liquid onto his fingers, coating three of them completely.
"You know…?" Vanitas began conversationally, dropping the tube back to the floor. "You haven't asked me to stop once."
He grasped Ventus' hip with his other hand and pulled him backwards, wordlessly encouraging him to slide further down the mirror.
Now slightly bent at the waist with his legs spread apart, Ventus wanted nothing more than to hide his face in shame. It was beyond humiliating to be standing in a position like this, and he couldn't even shut it all out and look away. He choked out an answer as Vanitas' fingers slid along the curve of his ass.
"…I don't have a choice."
Vanitas paused, his eyes narrowing.
"I think we both know that's not the reason."
Giving Ventus no warning, Vanitas gripped him tight and plunged two of his fingers deep inside him. Ventus choked and gasped as he was suddenly stretched open, the cold lubricant a sharp shock to his senses.
"Don't look away," Vanitas warned him, already thrusting his fingers hard and fast, his wrist working them in deeper still. Ventus unconsciously arched his back, a strangled whimper breathing passed his lips.
Vanitas moaned. "You're quivering around my fingers — fuck , you're warm inside... I can't wait to feel you around me."
He added a third finger and curved them inwards, plunging inside relentlessly, while Ventus struggled to remain standing. He was already hard again, his cock starting to ache between his legs. By the time Vanitas was finished playing with him, Ventus was a shivering mess, both of his forearms supporting all of his weight against the mirror.
Vanitas' movements were becoming rougher now, his own chest heaving as he finally removed his fingers. Consequences be damned, Ventus moaned and closed his eyes when Vanitas seized his hips with both hands, something wet and hard, and much larger then fingers rubbing back and forth over where he needed it most.
"Beg me to fuck you, Ventus – I know you want me to…"
Ventus was so aroused by now he was starting to wonder if Vanitas' voice alone would be enough, but despite the circumstances, and how far they had already gone, he still didn't want to give in.
"I'll make it good for you, I promise… Just tell me how much you want it..." There was no mistaking the hunger in Vanitas' voice.
His eyelids fluttering open again, Ventus' attention was immediately drawn down to the golden ring on Vanitas' right hand. It bore the Ishi-kai family sigil – the single kanji for 'stone', and Ventus stared down at it morosely.
Such a small thing, and yet, the ring alone managed to represent the vast, ocean of difference between them. When the Yakuza had taken Vanitas in and become the family that he'd always longed for – that's when everything had fallen apart.
But now… after all these years, the lines were beginning to blur.
With these achingly familiar hands on his body, and the low murmur of a forgotten voice, Ventus was finding it harder and harder not to believe that this was the Vanitas of old — the one he'd gone to school with, laughed and fought with, and… most importantly –
The one he had loved with.
He was so conflicted, but he knew it wasn't the same. Nothing could ever change the past. The man behind him was a stranger now. He shook his head slowly, desperately clinging to what little pride he had left.
Vanitas leaned into him, his chest pressed to Ventus' back, and his cock still subtly rubbing back and forth between his cheeks. His breathing ragged in Ventus' ear, Vanitas curled one of his arms around him. He slid his fingers along Ventus' length, stroking down towards the base. Ventus cried out softly as Vanitas squeezed him just a touch too hard.
"I won't let you come if you don't. Come on... Just two little words. 'Fuck' – ' me' ."
Ventus couldn't take it anymore. Despite his tumultuous thoughts, he was so tired of resisting.
" Please, Vanitas…!"
At the sound of Ventus calling his name, Vanitas' expression became near wild. He growled low in his throat, the fingers of one hand digging harshly into Ventus' skin, while the other positioned the head of his cock at Ventus' entrance.
"Say the rest, Ventus – all of it – tell me what you want."
Their eyes locked in the mirror and the last of Ventus' control snapped.
" F… fuck me!"
Vanitas could only groan in answer, finally pushing his way inside.
" Ngh – ahh!" Ventus cried out as Vanitas buried himself in deep, his whole body trembling weakly.
"Fuck..." Vanitas threw his head back, his fingers jerking and tightening along Ventus' hips as he pulled himself out and rammed back in.
Ventus gasped and cried out, Vanitas' cock filling him completely, over and over , and always deeper. He spread his legs wider and arched his back, Vanitas' balls brushing against his ass on every one of his forceful thrusts.
Ventus forgot to keep his eyes open, his thighs trembling so badly now that the only thing keeping him standing was the almost painful hold Vanitas had on his hips. He whimpered and clawed at the mirror, losing his mind with his need to climax. He didn't even have the strength to reach down and help himself get there. Vanitas wasn't holding himself back in the slightest, his brutal thrusts inside pushing Ventus to his very limits.
" Ngh – Ventus… I'm going to – come inside you…"
Ventus whimpered and slid his eyes open, just barely lifting his head to watch Vanitas slam into him. The expression on Vanitas' face was breathtaking, beads of sweat dripping off the ends of his hair. Ventus couldn't bring himself to look away, and right when it was all too much, Vanitas' eyes suddenly opened, instantly locking with his.
Catching Ventus watching him was all Vanitas needed. He groaned feverishly and plunged inside one last time before losing it, his hips grinding into Ventus' ass.
Ventus followed his every move as Vanitas squeezed his eyes shut and jerked his hips, heavily gasping for breath.
He's coming… inside...
As soon as the realisation took hold, electric heat tingled along Ventus' veins. He moaned breathlessly, one of his hands sliding quickly down the mirror to help himself get there, but Vanitas beat him to it. He gasped and rocked his hips, pumping them in time to the warm rhythm of Vanitas' hand around him.
"Ahh...!"
Finally reaching his completion, Ventus unconsciously leaned back and Vanitas was there, ready. He bit down hard into Ventus' neck, right at the junction of his shoulder. The sudden, sharp pain combined with the intense pleasure had Ventus panting and shaking within Vanitas' arms. His knees promptly gave out, but Vanitas caught him, holding him secure against the mirror.
Their breathing loud in the quiet of the room, Vanitas slowly pulled out of Ventus and stepped away. Ventus shivered at the loss and slowly sunk to his knees. Wearily, he pressed his head into the mirror and let his eyes fall closed.
There was a strong grip on his arm then, Vanitas attempting to haul him back to his feet.
"We're not done. You're still mine till morning."
Ventus rolled his head back to look up at Vanitas, still trying to catch his breath.
"I… I can't stand… just yet."
"Isn't that a shame..." Vanitas grinned wickedly, the look on his face insatiable.
"We'll have to do something about that."