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"God, I'm so hung over!" Vanitas comes into the kitchen as I finish setting the table.

I smile lightly at him, "You're up early.."

He groans, a hand pressed to his forehead, "Yeah, well, I smelled your fantastic cooking."

He grins at me and I blush, gesturing to the table, "You don't have work today, so.. I figured we could.. Have breakfast together today.."

He sits at the table, "Awesome. Get me something to drink, will 'ya, babe?"

I nod and limp over to the fridge. I grab a Coke and go back to the table. I hand it to him and my eyes widen lightly when I see he's staring at me. He takes the can and tilts his head to the left, "You okay, Venni?"

I look away, sitting beside him, "Y-yeah, just.. A little sore is all."

"Sore?" the confusion in his voice makes my heart drop into my stomach, "Why are you sore?"

He doesn't remember.. He doesn't know he ra-we had sex. I shake my head, "Um.. I just slept on my leg wrong, that's all.."

I shouldn't have lied. I need to tell him what happened.

"And the bruise on your shoulder there?" He points and I quickly pull my sleeve up. My clothes are too big lately.

I sigh, "Uh.. You.. Did that.."

He frowns, "Uh, no, I didn't. I would remember."

I close my eyes, almost whispering, "You were drunk last night.."

He remains silent, so I keep talking. I tell him what happened; how he said work was bad, how he was drinking, then how he rap-we had sex. I told him we had sex. I open my eyes and peak a glance at him. He's expressionless. It kind of scares me. He sighs then, looking annoyed. He rubs the back of his head, "Fuck, I took your virginity and I don't even remember it. Fuck! Fuck!"

He slams his fist on the table and I wince. He groans then he looks at me, "I thought you didn't want sex until we're married? Why let me fuck you while I'm drunk?"

I look away again, "You.. Were so angry about work.. You asked to.. Have sex and.. I thought it would help you calm down, so.. I.. Said yes.."

I hear the chair move and I look up. Vanitas stands beside me now. I look up at him and his eyes are cold, "You said yes.. Because I was angry?"

"Y-yes.." I swallow. I don't like his eyes. When his eyes get like that, he hurts me.

"You're afraid of me, aren't you, Ventus?" his cold eyes narrow and I gasp, "N-no! Of course not!"

He chuckles humorlessly, "Then why are you shaking right now?"

My eyes widen, I hadn't noticed I started shaking. He leans down and grips my shoulders, hard, "Are you on board with your brother now? Going to call off the wedding now?"

"N-no," I whimper, "I'm not leaving you. I love you, I want to be with you."

"Then why do you look so scared?!" he screams, shoving me back. The chair tips over and I hit the floor. I roll off the chair and sit up slowly. He grabs a fist full of my hair and I groan as he kneels beside me. He pulls my head back to look at him and he growls, "I'm angry now, Ven. Gonna let me fuck you now, Ven?"

I feel tears come to my eyes, "V-Vanitas.. Please.. Calm down.."

"No," he shoves me against the floor and he straddles my waist, "I never wanted to fuck you before, I was going to wait for our wedding night, but you never even let me kiss you half the time! And any foreplay is against your rules, right? You never act like my boyfriend, you act like a house guest! I pay for your school, I pay for our apartment! And what do you give me in return? You can't even clean the house right!"

He leans down and growls in my face, "I pay, you need to contribute."

"I-I'll get a job.." I reply.

He shakes his head and smiles slowly, "No you won't."

I swallow, "What.. Do you want me to do then..?"

He moves so he's sitting beside me and he grabs my hair again. He pulls my head towards his crotch. He laughs, "Contribute."

I lie in bed next to him and he sits up, smirking, "You scream a lot."

I don't reply and he frowns, "Don't give me the silent treatment, Ven." he grins then, "On second thought, do. Your mouth is better used when you don't talk."

I shiver and look away, "What do you want for lunch..?"

He moves and whispers in my ear, "You."

I get out of the bed, heading for the door, "I'll make sandwiches or something.."

"Ven," his voice stops me at the door.

I turn back slowly, "Yes..?"

"I'm not hungry. Get back in bed." he says.

"But, I'm hung-" he cuts me off, "Get back in bed, Ven. Don't make me put you in bed myself."

I wince and go back to the bed. As I get on the bed, he grabs my arm and pulls me down. He moves and gets over me. He moves and wraps a hand around my penis. He starts pumping me and I squirm, moaning. He grins, "See? It feels good. Let me make you feel good, Ven."

"Please, stop.." I beg.

He leans down and kisses and sucks my neck, getting more moans from me. He chuckles, "You like this and you know it."

A tear runs down my face and I make a sound between a whimper and a moan, "V-Vanitas.."

He kisses my neck again, pumping me faster, "Say my name again."

I start to full on cry as I feel myself getting hard. Vanitas looks at me and he's grinning, "Your body doesn't lie, Venni. You want this, I think it's time you stop lying."

He keeps pumping me and grip the sheets. It does feel good, but I don't want it to. My body is betraying me again. Will it ever stop? I keep crying as the pressure builds and I feel like I'm going to lose it. He gets the reaction he wants and he laughs. I press my hands against his shoulders, begging him, "Please, please stop. I'm sorry I got scared last night, it won't happen again."