[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.
[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!
[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.]
[There might have been some concerns about Vanitas, but Ventus just waves it off.
Vanitas doesn't bite. Not unless he asks him to.
It's only when they actually get a moment alone does Ventus drag Vanitas away to the Secret Place. No one would really expect them to be there and the others seemed to agree to finally give some space. More for Ventus' benefit than Vanitas' really. But once they're in that little cave, Ventus does pull Vanitas in for a deep and greedy kiss.]
[Vanitas won't bite. Because he was asked not to there's no point in doing so. He would only bite if he needed to. Or if Ventus told him to.]
[It's annoying, really. So many people keep hovering around Ventus, asking him things, being friendly with him. It stokes that odd possessive flare in him, the one that's been eating at him since his night with Ventus. But he manages, even with the wary looks from Riku, Roxas, and the others. He remains on the outskirts of the group, content to observe from a distance. The Guardians keep to themselves, and he keeps to himself. It's a mutual peace, at least.]
[Finally, he and Ventus get a moment alone, and Ventus drags him away. Vanitas is genuinely surprised to see somewhere like the Secret Place on these light-filled islands. Vanitas can sense the traces of darkness that linger in the corners of the rocks, and he feels a sense of familiarity and calm at the cold, quiet ambiance of the place.]
[He doesn't get long to ponder this, though; not when Ventus is pulling him in for a deep kiss, and a wave of emotion surges through him like a sucker punch. He lets out a grunt, but soon kisses Ven back, an arm reaching between them to grab at the front of Ventus's shirt and pull him in closer.]
[He steps closer, practically pushing Vanitas up against the wall as he deepens the kiss. The wave of emotions between them hits like a continuous tidal wave that threatens to drown them both and drag them into its depths.
He places his hands on Vanitas' hips as he scrapes his teeth against Vanitas' bottom lip, pulling back.]
[As overwhelmed as he is, Ven will have no problem pushing Vanitas against the cave wall. His heart thumps in his chest and resounds in his ears, and all he can do is respond with a hunger of his own.]
[Finally. Ventus has been giving his attention to too many people. It's about time he directed it to his darkness.]
[Vanitas lets out a low growl, green eyes flashing at the question.]
Yes.
[He should feel insulted at Ven treating him like a dog, dangling a prize above his snout. But he can't care, not when he's hungry for more of what Ven can give him.]
[Vanitas lets out a breath as he feels Ventus kiss his neck, tilting his head to the side to bare his throat to Ven. He grips his hands into Ven's shirt, holding tight as he pulled Ven closer.]
He presses his teeth against the skin exposed to him, but doesn't bite down. His hands slides down Vanitas' sides, fingers gently skimming down as if feeling playful.]
[He basks in the attention, feeling those emotions Ventus is so good at feeding him. But there's also the growing annoyance that's been present since they got here. As much as he enjoys having Ven's attention now, that playfulness is a little annoying when he's been like that with everyone.]
[There's a small huff of laughter as he presses more against him.
Ventus knows he's being mean like this. Annoying, to Vanitas. It's not as if he's oblivious to how Vanitas is feeling, after all. The glares were enough to give much away about how he's feeling about Ventus being with his friends.
He wonders if any of them would still be his friend if they see the way he is right now.
But that's for another time.
He sinks his teeth into Vanitas' collarbone, fingers sliding under his shirt to touch the skin waiting underneath.]
[Vanitas growls at Ventus's laugh, but his retort gets cut off as he lets out a low grunt at that bite. He pants heavily, and Ventus can no doubt feel the way his body trembles beneath his fingers.]
Bet you'd... hate it if I did this to you. Teased you. Annoyed you.
[He's trying to keep the conversation going, but it's growing hard to talk. Growing hard to focus on anything that isn't what Ventus is doing, or that sweet honey feeling that's steadily enveloping him.]
[He fixes Ventus with a flat look... before he reaches forward to grab at Ventus’s shirt. He pulls him in closer to crush his lips against Ven’s, before moving to turn them around, aiming to pin Ven to the rocky wall behind them.]
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[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.
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[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.
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[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.]
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[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!
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Just lead the way then.
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[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.
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[Ventus redirects his grin to Vanitas.
He leans in to steal a kiss before leading him after Sora.]
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[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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Vanitas doesn't bite.
Not unless he asks him to.It's only when they actually get a moment alone does Ventus drag Vanitas away to the Secret Place. No one would really expect them to be there and the others seemed to agree to finally give some space. More for Ventus' benefit than Vanitas' really. But once they're in that little cave, Ventus does pull Vanitas in for a deep and greedy kiss.]
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he was asked not tothere's no point in doing so. He would only bite if he needed to.Or if Ventus told him to.][It's annoying, really. So many people keep hovering around Ventus, asking him things, being friendly with him. It stokes that odd possessive flare in him, the one that's been eating at him since his night with Ventus. But he manages, even with the wary looks from Riku, Roxas, and the others. He remains on the outskirts of the group, content to observe from a distance. The Guardians keep to themselves, and he keeps to himself. It's a mutual peace, at least.]
[Finally, he and Ventus get a moment alone, and Ventus drags him away. Vanitas is genuinely surprised to see somewhere like the Secret Place on these light-filled islands. Vanitas can sense the traces of darkness that linger in the corners of the rocks, and he feels a sense of familiarity and calm at the cold, quiet ambiance of the place.]
[He doesn't get long to ponder this, though; not when Ventus is pulling him in for a deep kiss, and a wave of emotion surges through him like a sucker punch. He lets out a grunt, but soon kisses Ven back, an arm reaching between them to grab at the front of Ventus's shirt and pull him in closer.]
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He places his hands on Vanitas' hips as he scrapes his teeth against Vanitas' bottom lip, pulling back.]
Mm, you've been good today.
[He nips his lip.]
Do you want a reward?
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[Finally. Ventus has been giving his attention to too many people. It's about time he directed it to his darkness.]
[Vanitas lets out a low growl, green eyes flashing at the question.]
Yes.
[He should feel insulted at Ven treating him like a dog, dangling a prize above his snout. But he can't care, not when he's hungry for more of what Ven can give him.]
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[He nearly purrs.
Ventus presses more against him, leaning in to kiss his neck.]
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More.
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[He holds back a laugh.
He presses his teeth against the skin exposed to him, but doesn't bite down. His hands slides down Vanitas' sides, fingers gently skimming down as if feeling playful.]
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[He basks in the attention, feeling those emotions Ventus is so good at feeding him. But there's also the growing annoyance that's been present since they got here. As much as he enjoys having Ven's attention now, that playfulness is a little annoying when he's been like that with everyone.]
Are you just going to tease all day?
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[There's a small huff of laughter as he presses more against him.
Ventus knows he's being mean like this. Annoying, to Vanitas. It's not as if he's oblivious to how Vanitas is feeling, after all. The glares were enough to give much away about how he's feeling about Ventus being with his friends.
He wonders if any of them would still be his friend if they see the way he is right now.
But that's for another time.
He sinks his teeth into Vanitas' collarbone, fingers sliding under his shirt to touch the skin waiting underneath.]
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Bet you'd... hate it if I did this to you. Teased you. Annoyed you.
[He's trying to keep the conversation going, but it's growing hard to talk. Growing hard to focus on anything that isn't what Ventus is doing, or that sweet honey feeling that's steadily enveloping him.]
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[Is that a tease, an accusation, or a jab? Can be all three.
His fingernails skims against the plane of his stomach, trailing upward under his shirt until a fingernail scrapes against a nipple.]
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[If it meant keeping Ven's attention, he might do so. He arches under those hands, lets out a grunt as that fingernail scrapes his nipple.]
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[He lets out a breathy chuckle.]
I do like the way you arch into me like this though, Vanitas.
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Cause it feels good when you're actually focused.
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[Just saying.]
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That so?
[He fixes Ventus with a flat look... before he reaches forward to grab at Ventus’s shirt. He pulls him in closer to crush his lips against Ven’s, before moving to turn them around, aiming to pin Ven to the rocky wall behind them.]
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Ventus grunts as he's slammed against the wall, but it's ignored in favor of kissing Vanitas back.
His arms wound around his neck, drawing him closer to the point their bodies become pressed together.]
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