AN: Dudes. Sorry I've taken so long to update. I have a question for my readers though… would you rather me update more frequently with shorter chapters or just end the story. I don't update because I expect myself to write ten page chapters when honestly I don't have the time. It's up to you.

With a sigh I finally grumbled, "There, you're finished."

He started to grin a bit deviously, yet I was growing accustomed to that being his natural face, before raising my hand to his chapped lips and placing a kiss upon my knuckles. I shifted uncomfortably and tried to pull away but he wasn't letting go. He took his free hand and gently swept my bangs from out of my eyes and placed his palm on my cheek, "What happened to your pretty little face, love?"

I gulped down the fear that was beginning to build in my gut and shook my head, "Vaati, we don't need to talk about it."

"It was the dark-headed boy, wasn't it?" Vaati asked accusingly while narrowing his eyes, "Do I need to take care of him?"

My eyes widened with shock. Was he serious?

"Dark? No, it… it wasn't him." I sputtered out while keeping a steady eye on him, "Y-You really don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

Busted

It was obviously some sort of twisted joke, how that compartment in his brain that held the memory of him bashing my face in had suddenly self-destructed. However, I knew from past experiences that in the moment of pure rage, memory does not hold strong. That flash of pure anger somehow overlaps the experience and you remember nothing, only the emotion.

I stared into his those devilish red eyes searching for truth, yet found none. He was completely, one hundred percent serious. Gulping down tension, I immediately looked away and slowly withdrew my hand from his. I was contemplating answers, responses- what to say next when I decided nothing that I could say would make this situation any less awkward. I let out a husky sigh before returning to his gaze and replying, "it's best we don't talk about it."

His eyebrows furrowed into a scowl, then turned upwards in suspicion before finally settling back to their natural state. He nodded, hopped off the counter and took a step closer. I held my breath as he stared thoughtlessly before turning around to open the bathroom door. I felt him wrap an arm around my waist and his head rest on my back.

"Thank you." He said.

My eyes shot open in surprise. It was a simple, short, and overall irrelevant; yet, it made my hair stand on end. How could somebody you once saw as pure evil, who sent a volt of terror ripping through your spine at the very sight of him suddenly project words of gratitude. It was confusing and it made me uncomfortable; although, I couldn't deny the tingling sensation fluttering through my abdomen.

This was wrong.

So wrong.

Feelings are your own worst enemy. They fuck with your brain and even though it is said you can control them… you can't. They control you, and right now they were telling me to tell Vaati "you're welcome" and invite him into my bedroom and perhaps get to know this demon just a little bit better. I wanted to know what made him tick, how he got off, why he was here, what he wanted to do. But my other half hoped Dark would bust through the door, grab this monster and put a pistol to his temple. But why?

As all of these tempting thought circulated through my mind, I failed to notice the cold finger tips of Vaati's fingers creeping under my shirt, gracefully stroking my lower abs. It gave me the chills, it made me warm. It was a vortex of mixed sensations.

I turned around hesitantly. And all chaos broke lose.

I grabbed his neck roughly, pulling him to my lips. It was almost unwillingly, as if I were the victim to my own body. I could feel him open his eyes, taken back from my sudden actions. I didn't care.

With my other hand I pushed his waist onto the countertop, grabbing his knees and forcefully spreading his legs. I put myself in between them and crashed my lips into his, snaking my tongue into his mouth and running it along his top teeth. My heart was beating harder than a sledge hammer, and it was almost painful against my chest. My mind felt like it was going to explode from all the confusion it was forced to endure, yet my body was perfectly content. It knew what it wanted, what it's needed for too long.

I was surprised at the sensitivity of his touch, compared to the aggressiveness of mine. He gently rubbed my sides while I was violently grabbing his violet locks, curling my fist and pulling him closer to me as if trying to make us one.

My right hand darted to his ratty jeans, circling the ripped denim and searching for holes. There was a tear, cleverly close to my destination. I fingered the tattered fabric before slipping my finger in and feeling the touch of his skin. Warm.

I'd had enough.

I pulled my hand back and aimed for the zipper when-

I heard the fucking door open.

Dead,

Is what I was going to be.

Horny,

Is what I was.

Terrified is what I am.

AN: Sorry, it's so short. I know I'm terrible but that whole moment was killing me and I had to finish.