Thanks for the reviews guys! It really made me happy, even if there were only two. I'm hoping to get lots of feedback! XD There's a half-lemon thingy in this chapter, but I guess that's why its rated M!

Happy Pills

Whimpering in despair, eyes shining with fear, Ventus stared at Vanitas' reflection. Vanitas however, seemed quite comfortable groping Ventus' crotch, watching the little blonde squirm, though his efforts were weak and only half-hearted. They both knew it. Vanitas wanted Ventus, and it gave him great satisfaction to know Ven wanted him to, even after everything that'd happened.

"Still a squirmer, I see." Vanitas grinned, sticking his tounge out to lick gently at Ventus' earlobe. Shivering, Ven clenched his fists and glared with all he could at the mirror.

"Let me go." He plead. He wanted to say it firmly, and finally stand up for himself, but... He couldn't.

"Oh come now, Ventus. You know you can't say no to me. You didn't that day, and you won't know." Vanitas moved one hand up to wipe away at the blood on Ven's face with his fingertips. Slowly, watching Ven's expression, he brought them up to his mouth.

And licked them.

Ven never felt more disgusted in his entire life. Licking at someone else's blood? That was disgusting! Vanitas was a canabal! Yet he couldn't bring his eyes to drift away from the site.

"Remember when we first met?" Vanitas asked, sucking on on of the fingers while resting his head on Ven's shoulder.

Oh no. Please. Please don't go there...

Flashback

It was the last day of school, and instead of ending early, the school decided to have late start and end at the same time. To most, this would be a relief, but to Ventus, it came as a disaster. He lived alone, by himself. His parents long dead and no siblings or relatives to take care of him. He was seventeen, and was considered well able to live on his own by the government standards.

And once again, Ven had a reason to blame the government for his misery.

He knew he wasn't the only one in the world with high school problems, or bullying in general, but he couldn't help but feel that way. Nothing he did ever was right in their eyes. People can say it's just a phase, or that its only natural for the "strong" to pick on the "weak".

He was seventeen, gay, and living by himself in an apartment.

He could handle the insults about him living in a cardboard box. He could handle the insults about his girly appearance. He could handle the insults that he'd slept with the principle to get into the school... He could handle the insults that he'd do anyone or anything for a quarter... He could handle the insults that he'd murder'd his parents...

It disgusted him. Who would murder their own parents?

He couldn't take it. He wanted to end it all. He took three of his "Happy Pills" a day to numb the pain, but it wasn't working. He couldn't take it. He wanted to end it...

Staying in the locker room after school one day, he'd decided he was going to do it. He was going to kill himself.

Stripping of his clothes, he entered one of the showers with his pills in hand. Turning the water on as hot as it would go, he still felt cold. He snapped the cap off the tiny bottle, and poured a handful of the pills in his hand.

"This is for the insults against my sexuality..." He muttered popping one pill in his mouth.

"The is for the insults about me living in a card board box..." He popped two pills in his mouth.

Smiling to himself, he popped more and more pills into his mouth, muttering the insults he'd recieved.

"Your such a fag, I hope you burn in hell."

"Bitch, you probably killed your parents 'cause they wouldn't sleep with you. Fucking whore."

"How was the principle last night? I heard his wife was video taping her husbands new bitch."

"I wonder how many times God would have to castrate you to beat the faggot out of you."

That one hurt. He'd lost count of how many pills he'd consumed after that. He found himself giggling, before breaking out into uncontrollable laughter.

"Hey! Guess what guys! I hate Ventus! He's such a worthless piece of horse shit! He deserves to die, huh? I hate Ventus! I hate Ventus, I hate Ventus, I hate Ventus!

"And what might be going on in here?" A voice asked, pushing open the stall door to reveal raven locks and glinting gold eyes. Ventus stared at him, before giggling once more.

"Ventus is a gay fag who's on the stuffs." Ventus said around his giggles. The raven smirked, before stripping his shirt and shoes off and stepping into the shower.

"Really? Can you hook me up with him?" He asked, stepping closer to Ven. Ventus' eyes widened in surprise.

"He's a fag! He's a stupid mother fucking piece of trash! Why would you want to get with him?" Ven shouted, tears forming in his eyes. He felt dizzy, and a nap didn't seem to bad about now.

"Well, I'm gay to. Plus, I have this thing for blondes." His amber eyes glinted. "Plus... I get the feeling this Ventus persona is in need of a good fuck. Just gotta get rid of these." He grabbed the bottle of happy pills from Ven's hand, tossing them in an unknown direction. Ventus felt extremely nauseous.

"I-I... Who are you...?" Ven slurred, clinging to the wall for support.

"The names Vanitas." Vanitas said, before diving his lips onto the other teen. Ventus froze. What was happening?

"I-I..." Ven gasped around the kiss. Using the oppurtunity to his advantage, Vanitas bit Ven's bottom lip roughly, before shoving his tounge in Ven's mouth.

"Mmm.. Your going to pass out any second... I don't want you unconcious but..." Trailing off, Vanitas unbuckled his soaking wet pants, dropping them to his ankles and pressing his body close to the blond's.

Groaning, Ven wrapped his arms around Vanitas' neck, unable to resist the heat the raven gave off. He was just so warm. He felt comforted. Like what he did when his mother used to tuck him in at night. The feeling of something soft and warm enveloping him. He never realized he missed it so much.

He gasped when he felt something move around inside him. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and despite the drugs raging through his system, he felt scared.

"Are you a vrigin?" Vanitas whispered seductively in his ear, continuing to thrust without mercy into the shivering blonde. Adding a third finger, he smirked, biting down on the blondes neck.

"Y-Yes..." Ven hissed, gripping at raven locks.

"Damn, than this is gunna feel so good for me, and very painful for you."

Without warning, Something large was pressed a his entrance. Blushing, he clung to Vanitas.

"Ready?" Vanitas purred, picking up Ven's legs with ease to wrap around his own waist.

"W-Wait! A-Aren't you supposed to s-stretch me further?" He yelped, clinging to the raven for dear life.

"Probably. If you want it that bad than, fine. But I'm not going easy on you when it happens." Vanitas grumbled, letting go of his positioned member to stick three fingers into Ven's tight entrance.

Tears welled in the blondes eyes. "I-It hurts..." He whimpered. Vanitas nuzzled his face into Ven's cheek.

"I'll make you feel loved."

Grinding his teeth, Ven could only nod and cling further, wincing at the scissoring motions Vanitas made.

"S-So how many times h-have you done this before...?" Ven asked shakily- anything to keep his ind off what was happening in his lower regions. Reaching one hand from Ven's waist, Vanitas grasped tightly onto Ven's pulsing member. "Ngh... Ahhh..." Ven moaned, arching his back into the touch.

"Normally, things progress slowly..." Vanitas muttered, sliding his hand up and down Ven's ever growing man-hood. "Kissing everywhere you can, mouth, neck, stomach... And this," Squeezing Ven's now leaking member to add effect, "Is what's known as a hand job."

Whimpering loudly, Ventus dug his nails into Vanitas' back, scratching down them and leaving angry red marks in his wake. No one had ever fingered him, or given him a hand job before.

"I love those cute little whimpers you make." Vanitas purred, thrusting deeper into Ven with his fingers, hitting something that made sparks fly into Ven's eyes.

Screaming, Van called out, "O-oh yes! P-Please!"

Saphire eyes stared into amber ones, before Ven whimpered, trying to move his hips up and down on the fingers placed inside him. Considering he was squished between the shower wall and Vanitas, that wasn't any easy task.

"Like that?" Vanitas grinned, scraping against that spot with his nail, casuign Ven to scream and kick out at nothing in particular with his legs, arching his back.

"P-Please, please please do that again..." Ven plead, half opening his eyes to stare at Vanitas.

"Gladly."

Thrusting deeper into Ventus with his fingers, and pumping non stop at his member, Vanitas was doing what no other man had done to Ventus before.

And he loved it.

"I-I..." Ven gasped, struggling to hold onto the raven who was still thrusting with his fingers. Groaning at the sight of the blond, Vanitas was growing impatient. "I... I can't..."

Ven's legs fell from being wrapped around Vanitas waist, and his arms slid soflty off the raven male. He collapsed on the floor, the drugs setting in. Vanitas stared wide eyed at the blond. One minute he was finger fucking him, and the next, he was collapsed on the floor?

One sentence raced through Ventus' mind as he drifted into unconciousness.

I'll make you feel loved...

Oh how he wish it weren't true.

Wow, this got really long. It wasn't supposed to be, but I kept writing! XD How was that finger fucking scene? I don't know if I did a good job, I've never written smut. :/

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