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[He's never been this honest about how he's feeling. But given his new connection to Ventus, he can't help but be more open with his other half.]

[He trembles slightly as those fingers find the base of his neck, letting out a breath as those positive feelings he's grown so accustomed to begin to stir within him.]

Name one.

[It comes out a little softer than he intends it to.]

Well, they make good uses for information if I need it. Good sparring partners too.

[Ventus leans in, tracing his lips down his neck.]

[Vanitas lets out a low grumble at the answer; he can't even argue those points, because getting information from sources IS useful. And sparring is good for keeping oneself sharp, after all.]

[He'd say more, but when Ventus's lips trail down his neck he lets out a sigh, a pleasant shiver going down his spine. His shoulders drop and he tilts his head to the side, giving Ventus more room to trace his lips along. One hand grips Ventus's hip, while the other slides up the blonde's back, fingers pressing to tug Ventus closer to him.]

Careful.

[He almost purrs.

Ventus nips at his neck before pulling back.]

Can't get you riled up.

[Vanitas's breath turns to a growl, eyes narrowing as he tries to follow Ventus. He presses his hand more firmly into Ven's back.]

Why not?

It'd be good for you to learn some restraint.

[He lets out a breathless laugh at the hand on his back.]

And having sand in certain places isn't exactly appealing.

Restraint.

[He says the word like it's a personal insult against him.]

If you don't want it then don't tease me.

I always want it.

[He smiles at him teasingly.]

But you're fun to tease.

[Vanitas snorts at Ventus, before pulling his hands back and using one to give Ventus a light shove to his chest, pushing him back.]

And you're too good at being annoying.

Probably learned it from you.

[He steps back before lunging forward to kiss him on the lips again.]

[Whatever retort he could have come up with dies on his throat when Ventus kisses him again. The shock soon melts away as he brings his hands around Ventus's middle, holding him close as he kisses him back.]

[Ventus deepens the kiss, fingers sliding down the back of his neck in an almost ticklish manner.

He steps closer to him, almost as if trying to press his knee between his legs.]

[Hadn't Ventus just said they shouldn't be doing this here? Vanitas would say as much, but he's too busy absorbing those emotions Ventus is so good at stoking. He drinks them in with every kiss, those sickly sweet feelings like a hit of morphine to his system.]

[Vanitas isn't about to complain, though. He's greedy enough to take this attention where he can.]

[Dig a little deep. Dip a hand into those emotions. Ventus has been learning on what makes Vanitas tick and morph it into something else that he can twist and manipulate, able to run his fingers along the threads that tie them. Make Vanitas absorbed.

He pulls away for air though when he hears Sora's voice in the distance, drawing closer to where they are.]

[He's more than willing to take as much as Ventus is willing to give him, basking in those emotions that make his nerves thrum and his heart pound. A small part of him feels he should be concerned how easily Ven can make him melt, but it's hard to be upset when he makes the holes in his heart feel smaller.]

[Ven pulls away, and Vanitas's scowl returns. He turns to the sound of Sora's voice, seeing the boy approaching them from afar. A small burst of pride fills him when he sees Sora falter at the sight of him, but he doesn't move to attack. Not with Ventus right near him.]

[As long as he fills in those holes, all the better.

Ventus waves to Sora, playing ignorance on how Sora faltered and how Vanitas seems to be brimming with pride behind him.]

Hey, Sora!

[His heart certainly feels more complete like this.]

[Sora blinks between the two of them, a baffled look on his face..]

Ven! Isn't that..?

Nice to see you too, Sora.

[Vanitas crosses his arms, remaining by Ventus. If Sora has a problem with him being there, he'll have to answer to Ventus as well.]

It's alright, Sora.

[Ventus smiles at Sora brightly.

He reaches over, fingers curling around Vanitas' wrist. As if trying to anchor him. Or to least him. It's hard to tell.]

Vanitas wanted to come along.

He did??

[Sora looks to Ven in disbelief, then to Vanitas. The raven-haired boy looks down at the hand grasping his wrist, then shoots Ven a look. Then, with a sigh, turns to Sora. He doesn’t reply in affirmation of Sora’s question, but his lack of violent retaliation seems to placate Sora. After a moment, the brunette nods.]

Well, if you say he wanted to come, then it shouldn’t be a problem, right? Nice of you to stop by, Vanitas.

Be nice you two.

[He hums, seemingly pleased.

As if rewarding Vanitas for not lashing out, his fingers slides along his wrist and towards his palm in an almost tickling fashion.]

I am being nice.

[Which means, he's not trying to punch Sora again. But those fingers along his wrist are enough to catch his attention, his hand twitching at the touch and fingers curling gently around Ven's when Ven's own reach his palm.]

[Sora blinks at the exchange, but decides to pay it no mind. He smiles, turning back to the way he came.]

Well, if you're here to see everyone, we're all waiting over here. Let's go!

[He gently squeezes his hand and grins at Sora.]

Just lead the way then.

Okay! This way!

[And while Sora goes off to lead them down the beach, Vanitas turns to frown at Ventus. He lets out a sigh, squeezing his hand.]

Come on, then.

Try not to get into any fights.

[Ventus redirects his grin to Vanitas.

He leans in to steal a kiss before leading him after Sora.]

[Vanitas doesn't have time to react when Ventus steals that kiss, not until he's already gone after Sora. Again, stunning him with those positive emotions... he grumbles and shakes his head, but follows after Ventus.]

[It's not exactly the prettiest of meetings, but all things considered it could have gone a lot worse. Riku, Kairi, and the others who have gathered are all justifiably wary of Vanitas, and Vanitas does nothing to temper his antagonistic remarks. But perhaps it's because he's outnumbered, or perhaps Ventus wanted him to, but he doesn't lash out at any of them. In fact, other than his words, he's remarkably well-behaved.]

[He may not like it, but he remains in their company for much of the day and into the late afternoon. Though he always tries to remain within eyeshot of Ventus.]

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