[That soft sigh of his name spurs something within Vanitas. Something deep, primal, and possessive, stirring an emotion he has no name for. It makes his eyes widen and his pulse quicken.]
[He gives the mark another kiss, and then another. Then he pulls back just enough for him to look up at Ventus for a beat before moving in, planting his lips on Ventus's. His hand moves to cradle Ventus's head, carefully but insistently tugging the blonde closer to him.]
[Each kiss on the mark earns another soft groan, another soft whisper. Part of it he does intentionally, wanting Vanitas to keep his attention on him. Only him. No one else. The other part is beginning to get excited, practically feeling his body alit with emotions it can’t even handle.
He kisses him back, but it’s hungry. Almost aggressive. His arms comes up to wrap around his neck as he bites and sucks on Vanitas’ bottom lip.]
[Each moan and whimper goes straight to Vanitas’s head and his heart, spurring on these new, hungry feelings. He’s the one making Ventus make such sounds, not Sora. He’s the one making him feel these emotions, which Vanitas drinks up like a heady wine.]
[Ventus’s hunger in the kiss makes Vanitas match it, his own kiss growing hungry and demanding. He pressed forward, pinning he blonde to the couch, and lets out a pleased, rumbling hum as Ventus bites his lip. His tongue darts out, pushing its way into Ventus’s mouth.]
[In a way, it works both ways. Vanitas is beginning to hunger for him the same way Ventus has been for the longest time.
His lips part to make way for that tongue that he brushes against with his own. Ventus claws Vanitas’ neck, his legs beginning to spread to accommodate the weight of the other on him. A soft whine emits from the back of his throat as he pushes his hips against Vanitas’.]
[His tongue brushes Ventus’s in kind, and he wastes no time fighting for dominance in Ventus’s mouth. The clawing at his neck makes him growl in approval, and he slides the hand against Ven’s head move up into his hair, where he cards his fingers through the blonde trusses before grabbing a fistful and giving it an experimental tug. His other hand moves down to Ven’s shirt, grabbing a fistful of the material.]
[He found himself comfortably between Ventus’s legs, but when Ven’s hips push up into his own, he lets out a low moan, rolling his hips in response. He ground his own hips into Ventus’s, shuddering at the feeling and desperate to recreate it.]
[There’s nothing soft and gentle about their hungry actions, but Vanitas doesn’t care. There’s something primal about it, and it just draws him in for more.]
[A hitched moan escapes from him at the tug. It makes him dig his nails into Vanitas' neck, scratching it, marking it. It makes him feel a shudder go down his spine. It's pleasant. It's delicious.
Feeling their hips meet causes him to groan louder into the kiss. His legs comes up to wrap around Vanitas' waist, needing him closer. Drawing him more to the blond. He grinds back against him, feeling the same desperation flow through his veins. Ventus ends up clawing down from his neck and to his shoulders, fingers scratching at the dark material that covers Vanitas' body.]
[The nails digging into his neck makes him groan, his grip on Ventus's hair tightening. Even through that dark material covering his body, he can feel those clawing nails, and they make him shudder in delight. That dark material which, thanks to each grind and buck of their hips, feels constricting and tight.]
[He kisses Ventus hard, hungry, until he needs to pull back enough to take a few gasping breaths. The kiss leaves his head spinning, but he focuses hard enough to cause that dark material to recede, exposing his neck, shoulders, and hands for Ventus. Now that they're not covered by that material, he shoves his hand under the hem of Ven's shirt, feeling the smooth skin beneath.]
[A dark thrill runs through him the moment Vanitas pulls that dark material back. Almost immediately, his hands glides over the pale skin exposed to him. Each fingertip carefully skimming along his shoulders and to his back before going around to the front. He can feel his breathing growing heavy as he flicks a nail against a nipple, briefly wondering how he’d react to him biting it.
But his back arches, pushing against that hand. He lets out a low whine, feeling himself grow hot as he feels sparks of pleasure just from being touched. From every time their hips meet each other.
He reluctantly pulls his hand back to tug off his own shirt.]
[Ventus touching his face and neck before had felt nice, but now with no buffer between his skin and Ventus's fingers? The feeling is almost electrifying in the best way. The more Ventus's hands explore his body, the more Vanitas wills that suit to recede, exposing more flesh for him to explore. He's soon left bare-chested, the dark suit receding to just what's covering his legs, but even that feels like too much coverage. He wants to feel more. Wants Ventus to run his nails all along him.]
[That low whine makes Vanitas grin, his hand moving up along Ventus's chest and allowing his own nails to scrape along as he moves. He likes that noise. He wants to hear more of it, and he digs his nails into Ventus's side to try and hear it again.]
[He has to let go of Ventus's hair to help tug that shirt off, but once it's off Vanitas rakes his eyes over Ventus's exposed body. He zeroes in on the mark, so blatant and bold against that pale skin, and moves in to kiss it again. Once, twice, before running his tongue along it, tasting both the stinging bitterness of darkness and the tang of Ventus's skin.]
[It’s a heady feeling. Having Vanitas touch him. Being touched in return. It makes him feel more alive than he has been in months. In years.
There’s just something about it all that makes something in his stomach tighten and he just wants more. More, more, more of what Vanitas can give him. More of that heady feeling. More of just being able to touch and explore the exposed skin. His head falls back to give Vanitas more room, groaning softly into his ear when Vanitas begins to pay attention to the mark on his neck.
A particular spark like static flows through him, alighting his body to pleasure that has him taking his nails down Vanitas’ back.]
[The nails down his back make him groan, back arching beneath his hands. It’s sharp enough to hurt, but the pain mingles with that electrifying pleasure in the most exciting of ways, adding an edge to their activities.]
Ven...
[He’s fed off of Ventus’s emotions for weeks now, so seeing Ventus get overwhelmed by his actions sends a shot of eager pleasure through him. Good. Let Ventus be the one to feel overwhelmed and overstimulated for once.]
[He pants for breath, but the sight of Ventus so desperate and wanting makes his grin widen. He rocks his hips into Ventus’s again, arching his back into Ven’s hand and at the same time.]
Do that again.
[He drags his nails along Ventus’s sides again, and he gives the mark on Ventus’s neck another lick, and then an experimental bite.]
[Hearing Vanitas say his name sends a shudder down his spine. A pleasant tingle that makes his eyes darken with newfound lust and desire for the darkness above him. Vanitas May think he’s the one overwhelming Ventus, but in truth, it’s the other way around.
It always is.
He breathes out his name again, his nails digging in harder, almost enough to break skin as he claws down his back. The jolt of pleasure he feels from the bite has him drawing Vanitas closer, hissing softly as he leaves a track of red welts on pale skin. If only he could see it. But knowing he’s marked Vanitas, knowing that he has brought Vanitas to the point of wanting him now.
It’s wonderful.
Ventus reaches his right hand between them, letting his fingers run over the front of Vanitas, over the hardness that he can feel hiding beneath the dark material.]
[He may not be able to see it, but he can certainly feel it. He knows the pain of skin breaking, but it’s so muddled by the pleasure he’s feeling that it just makes him feel everything so much stronger. It makes him hiss, biting harder as he feels the welts form.]
[He wants more. Needs more. Needs to feel more of that delicious pain. He may have left a brand on Ventus, but he’s earning a mark of his own, marks that Sora or Terra or Aqua don’t have. And he wants as many as he can get.]
[The hand that finds its way over his length makes him gasp, teeth letting go of Ventus’s neck. His hips involuntarily buck into Ventus’s waiting hand, and he moans at the feeling. A feeling that has him stilling above Ventus, the hip on the blonde’s hip tightening.]
[Days passed since their night together, the night where everything changed. His union with Ventus filled Vanitas with emotions he never experienced before, emotions he has no words for. Emotions that left his head buzzing and his heart pounding with delight. Indeed, for a good half of that first morning he remained curled up at Ventus's side, or shadowing after him like a child. Just being away from his light seemed to make him anxious, now that they'd had their union.]
[Even if such behaviours were odd, Vanitas can't bring himself to care. His heart feels both weaker and stronger at the same time, and the ever-present pain was nonexistent. What else could have happened other than a merging of their hearts?]
[The green eyes were a surprise, and Vanitas spent a good ten minutes staring at them in the mirror. They were different... but eventually accepted. Like the altered Unversed, they were different, but also a symbol of something new. Something different in Vanitas, brought on by his connection to Ventus.]
[Eventually, he returns to his usual demeanour, no longer as needy or touch-starved. He and Ventus resume their routine, though Vanitas never expresses any desire to pay anyone a "visit" or challenge anyone else. He has no need to. Where else would he be but here, with Ventus?]
[However, he does still notice things. Like how Ventus goes to visit Aqua and Terra, or how he goes to interact with Sora and the others when they come to visit. He doesn't go out to meet them when Ventus does; not that he thinks he can't, but moreso because he doesn't want to. But he watches from the shadows, quiet anger brewing within him.]
[When Ventus tells him of a get-together on another world, however, his expression darkens, eyes narrowing.]
[Ventus keeps his tone light as he rocks on his heels.
While he doesn’t let it show, he’s been pushing the boundaries on Vanitas, wanting to see how far he’d go. For how long he’d be able to handle watching his light give attention to anyone who isn’t Vanitas.
How Ventus will keep talking to his friends instead of spending time with Vanitas.
He wants to see how long he’ll last. How long until he finally snaps.
So Ventus has been preparing to go off world, even packing a small bag to spend a couple of days with Sora and the gang on Destiny Islands.]
[He notices Ventus's actions. And he doesn't like them, especially given how every time he returns home, he insistently pulls Ventus down to lie next to him, or to kiss him, or to otherwise stay close to him.]
[But this? He eyes the bag that Ventus is packing like it's personally offended him.]
They never stay longer than a day. Why are you packing for a week? How long do you intend to stay there for?
[The peck, while enough to momentarily halt his rant, isn't enough to soothe his anger.]
Why would I want to go to that stupid beach?
[Sure it wasn't too bad during the evening, but it was Sora's home. And since that one time Ventus invited Sora over, Vanitas hasn't really been wanting Ventus to be anywhere near Sora.]
Just stay here. It's not like you need to go to them. If it's an emergency they'll come get you, if they can't be bothered to handle it themselves.
[He leers, and would reply... but then Ventus cups his cheeks. His anger isn't dissipated immediately, but it's calmed quite a bit by his touch. His frown morphs into more of a pout, and he leans into Ventus's touch.]
...you'll go no matter what I say, won't you? [He wants to get mad at that, but... instead he huffs.]
...guess I better make sure they keep to themselves.
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[He gives the mark another kiss, and then another. Then he pulls back just enough for him to look up at Ventus for a beat before moving in, planting his lips on Ventus's. His hand moves to cradle Ventus's head, carefully but insistently tugging the blonde closer to him.]
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He kisses him back, but it’s hungry. Almost aggressive. His arms comes up to wrap around his neck as he bites and sucks on Vanitas’ bottom lip.]
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[Ventus’s hunger in the kiss makes Vanitas match it, his own kiss growing hungry and demanding. He pressed forward, pinning he blonde to the couch, and lets out a pleased, rumbling hum as Ventus bites his lip. His tongue darts out, pushing its way into Ventus’s mouth.]
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His lips part to make way for that tongue that he brushes against with his own. Ventus claws Vanitas’ neck, his legs beginning to spread to accommodate the weight of the other on him. A soft whine emits from the back of his throat as he pushes his hips against Vanitas’.]
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[He found himself comfortably between Ventus’s legs, but when Ven’s hips push up into his own, he lets out a low moan, rolling his hips in response. He ground his own hips into Ventus’s, shuddering at the feeling and desperate to recreate it.]
[There’s nothing soft and gentle about their hungry actions, but Vanitas doesn’t care. There’s something primal about it, and it just draws him in for more.]
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Feeling their hips meet causes him to groan louder into the kiss. His legs comes up to wrap around Vanitas' waist, needing him closer. Drawing him more to the blond. He grinds back against him, feeling the same desperation flow through his veins. Ventus ends up clawing down from his neck and to his shoulders, fingers scratching at the dark material that covers Vanitas' body.]
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[He kisses Ventus hard, hungry, until he needs to pull back enough to take a few gasping breaths. The kiss leaves his head spinning, but he focuses hard enough to cause that dark material to recede, exposing his neck, shoulders, and hands for Ventus. Now that they're not covered by that material, he shoves his hand under the hem of Ven's shirt, feeling the smooth skin beneath.]
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But his back arches, pushing against that hand. He lets out a low whine, feeling himself grow hot as he feels sparks of pleasure just from being touched. From every time their hips meet each other.
He reluctantly pulls his hand back to tug off his own shirt.]
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[That low whine makes Vanitas grin, his hand moving up along Ventus's chest and allowing his own nails to scrape along as he moves. He likes that noise. He wants to hear more of it, and he digs his nails into Ventus's side to try and hear it again.]
[He has to let go of Ventus's hair to help tug that shirt off, but once it's off Vanitas rakes his eyes over Ventus's exposed body. He zeroes in on the mark, so blatant and bold against that pale skin, and moves in to kiss it again. Once, twice, before running his tongue along it, tasting both the stinging bitterness of darkness and the tang of Ventus's skin.]
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There’s just something about it all that makes something in his stomach tighten and he just wants more. More, more, more of what Vanitas can give him. More of that heady feeling. More of just being able to touch and explore the exposed skin. His head falls back to give Vanitas more room, groaning softly into his ear when Vanitas begins to pay attention to the mark on his neck.
A particular spark like static flows through him, alighting his body to pleasure that has him taking his nails down Vanitas’ back.]
Vanitas.
[He breathes out.]
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[The nails down his back make him groan, back arching beneath his hands. It’s sharp enough to hurt, but the pain mingles with that electrifying pleasure in the most exciting of ways, adding an edge to their activities.]
Ven...
[He’s fed off of Ventus’s emotions for weeks now, so seeing Ventus get overwhelmed by his actions sends a shot of eager pleasure through him. Good. Let Ventus be the one to feel overwhelmed and overstimulated for once.]
[He pants for breath, but the sight of Ventus so desperate and wanting makes his grin widen. He rocks his hips into Ventus’s again, arching his back into Ven’s hand and at the same time.]
Do that again.
[He drags his nails along Ventus’s sides again, and he gives the mark on Ventus’s neck another lick, and then an experimental bite.]
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It always is.
He breathes out his name again, his nails digging in harder, almost enough to break skin as he claws down his back. The jolt of pleasure he feels from the bite has him drawing Vanitas closer, hissing softly as he leaves a track of red welts on pale skin. If only he could see it. But knowing he’s marked Vanitas, knowing that he has brought Vanitas to the point of wanting him now.
It’s wonderful.
Ventus reaches his right hand between them, letting his fingers run over the front of Vanitas, over the hardness that he can feel hiding beneath the dark material.]
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[He wants more. Needs more. Needs to feel more of that delicious pain. He may have left a brand on Ventus, but he’s earning a mark of his own, marks that Sora or Terra or Aqua don’t have. And he wants as many as he can get.]
[The hand that finds its way over his length makes him gasp, teeth letting go of Ventus’s neck. His hips involuntarily buck into Ventus’s waiting hand, and he moans at the feeling. A feeling that has him stilling above Ventus, the hip on the blonde’s hip tightening.]
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[Even if such behaviours were odd, Vanitas can't bring himself to care. His heart feels both weaker and stronger at the same time, and the ever-present pain was nonexistent. What else could have happened other than a merging of their hearts?]
[The green eyes were a surprise, and Vanitas spent a good ten minutes staring at them in the mirror. They were different... but eventually accepted. Like the altered Unversed, they were different, but also a symbol of something new. Something different in Vanitas, brought on by his connection to Ventus.]
[Eventually, he returns to his usual demeanour, no longer as needy or touch-starved. He and Ventus resume their routine, though Vanitas never expresses any desire to pay anyone a "visit" or challenge anyone else. He has no need to. Where else would he be but here, with Ventus?]
[However, he does still notice things. Like how Ventus goes to visit Aqua and Terra, or how he goes to interact with Sora and the others when they come to visit. He doesn't go out to meet them when Ventus does; not that he thinks he can't, but moreso because he doesn't want to. But he watches from the shadows, quiet anger brewing within him.]
[When Ventus tells him of a get-together on another world, however, his expression darkens, eyes narrowing.]
Why do you have to go to visit them off-world?
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[Ventus keeps his tone light as he rocks on his heels.
While he doesn’t let it show, he’s been pushing the boundaries on Vanitas, wanting to see how far he’d go. For how long he’d be able to handle watching his light give attention to anyone who isn’t Vanitas.
How Ventus will keep talking to his friends instead of spending time with Vanitas.
He wants to see how long he’ll last. How long until he finally snaps.
So Ventus has been preparing to go off world, even packing a small bag to spend a couple of days with Sora and the gang on Destiny Islands.]
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[But this? He eyes the bag that Ventus is packing like it's personally offended him.]
They never stay longer than a day. Why are you packing for a week? How long do you intend to stay there for?
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[Ventus zips the bag shut. He leans over to Vanitas and pecks his lips.]
You can always come with me.
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Why would I want to go to that stupid beach?
[Sure it wasn't too bad during the evening, but it was Sora's home. And since that one time Ventus invited Sora over, Vanitas hasn't really been wanting Ventus to be anywhere near Sora.]
Just stay here. It's not like you need to go to them. If it's an emergency they'll come get you, if they can't be bothered to handle it themselves.
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[He keeps his tone light like his namesake.
Pulling back, he hums pleasantly as if unbothered by Vanitas’ obvious anger.]
We all made a promise we’d visit each other and it’s their turn to host.
[Never mind Ventus has plans for Sora as well but that’s beside the point.]
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[He knows exactly how he'd be welcomed. Especially after he attacked Sora that one time.]
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[His tone is strong, voice determined.]
You’ve managed to be without me for two days before.
[Ventus looks at him, lips tugged up into a soft and warm smile.]
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[He lets out a light scoff.]
And that was awful.
[He doesn't like being away from Ventus, not anymore. He takes a step forward.]
Just stay here. With me. It's better that way anyway.
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[He reaches up to cup his cheeks, stroking pale skin.]
And even if you don’t want to see the others, you can still just be with me. A beach is a nice place to hang out at.
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...you'll go no matter what I say, won't you? [He wants to get mad at that, but... instead he huffs.]
...guess I better make sure they keep to themselves.
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[Beaming, he pecks his lips.]
If it makes you feel better, we can go through a corridor instead of me just using my Glider to get there.
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