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Break You
Title: Break You
Pairing: Vanitas/Ventus
Rating: hard R/NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the computer this was typed on, and neither do I make any money off of writing.
Warnings: rape, rough sex, slight spoilers for BBS
Summary: Round 1.
Word Count: 1222
A/N: Written for the Kingdom Hearts kink meme, for the prompt ‘Vanitas/Ventus; mind games, rape, forced orgasm (Ven)’
The last thing Ven saw before the world turned white was Vanitas, unmasked and cloaked in a layer of darkness, walking towards him. Temporarily blinded, he could tell he was falling but he couldn’t bring himself to care. As consciousness returned to him Ven blinked and righted himself, drifting calmly to plant his feet on the surface beneath them. He glanced around warily, wondering where Vanitas had disappeared to and more importantly, where the hell was he? The place reminded the blond vaguely of a dream, all stained glass and towers and darkness surrounding him.
A high, sinister chuckle interrupted the calm; Ven whipped around towards the source of the sound, Keyblade appearing in his hand as the other boy descended to the platform in a similar fashion. There was a large, ornate Keyblade in his hand.
As his booted feet touched the ground Vanitas pointed the Keyblade at him, a cold smirk reaching his unnatural gold eyes. “You have lost,” the other boy said with a razor-sharp smile.
“Why’d you transport us here?” Ven demanded. “What happened to Aqua?”
“We’re inside your heart, dimwit,” Vanitas snarled. “I’m in control, now. Who, the Miss High-and-Mighty Magic Princess?” he scoffed, examining his nails as if he was already bored. “She’ll be dead in a few minutes.”
“No!” Ven yelled, sprinting in to attack. “I won’t let you hurt her!”
Vanitas rolled his eyes and parried lazily, kicking out to catch Ven in the stomach and send him flying with a pained grunt. “You’re so annoying,” the black haired boy said, advancing as Ven coughed breathlessly. “Everything’s all hearts and rainbows and sparkles with you, and ‘Oh my gosh, don’t you dare hurt my friends!’” Vanitas continued, mimicking a dramatic feminine voice. “Seriously.” Kneeling, he grabbed Ven’s hair and dragged his head up viciously. “You need a reality check.”
Ven grimaced and spat in the other boy’s face, struggling to free himself from Vanitas’ grip.
“You little bitch,” Vanitas growled, slamming Ven back to the ground face first before moving to sit on the small of Ven’s back and pin him to the hard ground beneath them. “You’ll regret that.”
“Get off me!” Ven yelled, struggling beneath him.
Vanitas chuckled at his efforts and decided on his course of action, now obviously enjoying himself. “Poor little Ventus, Terra’s not here to protect you now,” he crowed, pulling the blond’s armor and jacket off forcibly. “He’s my master’s now.”
“What are you doing?” Ven demanded as Vanitas continued to strip him; he did his best to make it as difficult as possible, he did not like where this was going at all. “Stop it!” he yelled as Vanitas tore his pants down from his hips, leaving him completely naked and exposed as he was pushed and trapped on his side.
Vanitas leaned over him from behind, his golden eyes glittering dangerously, and started touching him. A hand reached his cock, tugging and stroking the flaccid length to semi-hardness as Ven recoiled, squeezing his eyes shut to try and block it all out.
“Oops, has no one ever touched you here before?” Vanitas asked, mock concerned, as he stroked Ven’s cock. At Ven’s whimper Vanitas laughed again. “Not even Terra? Color me surprised. What about right here?” he asked, his hand pulling away and reappearing behind him, a long-nailed teasing the ring of muscle around his entrance and pushing in roughly. As Ven cried out and struggled wildly against his grip he asked, “Does Terra touch you in the no-no place?” in a childlike tone. “No?”
“No!” Ven snapped angrily, trying to conceal his pain. “Terra wouldn’t do that, he’s my best friend!”
“Don’t kid yourself, I know what he thinks about,” Vanitas boasted, the razor’s edge smile returning. “Taking his dick and shoving it into you, again and again and again,” the black haired boy said, stabbing his finger into Ven over and over to emphasize the point.
“S-stop it,” Ven begged. “He wouldn’t! That hurts-”
“That’s the general idea,” Vanitas chuckled. The blond hissed and tried to recoil, but Vanitas caught him by the hair again. “Too bad Terra’s dead now, would’ve liked to see him go at it. I guess it’s up to me then.” Suddenly the finger withdrew and Ven was pushed onto his stomach, the hard length of Vanitas’ cock rubbing against him.
“No!” Ven screamed, scrabbling to get away. Vanitas was quicker though, grabbing his hips and forcing his cock past the blond’s entrance, slamming his hips forward to stab into him deeply. Ven let out an unearthly scream and clawed at the unyielding ground as he tried to adjust to the length now buried inside him, to the feeling of being ripped apart. “No,” he sobbed, wishing for his friends, anyone, to save him.
“Oh yeah,” Vanitas groaned. “Tight little virgin bitch,” he grunted, his hands roaming over Ven’s hips, ass, and thighs, a mockery of a lover. Unsatisfied with their positioning he pulled the blond up by his hips so his ass was in the air.
A fresh sob hitched in Ven’s throat as he was forced into position. “Don’t – please, stop -”
“This is what Terra wanted to do, Ventus,” Vanitas groaned, pulling out slowly and paying no attention to the traces of blood on his cock. “He wanted to fuck you like this so bad.”
“No,” Ven continued to moan, his body shaking uncontrollably. “No.”
“Yes,” the other boy said, shoving back in roughly and earning a sharp, pain-filled cry from the blond. “He wanted to fuck your tight ass and come in your mouth.”
“No, no . . .”
“Oh yes,” Vanitas grinned as he continued thrusting brutally, pitching his voice low to mimic Terra’s. “Love feeling my dick stab into you, I could go on all night long,” he grunted, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.
Tears poured from Ven’s eyes as he shook his head; he didn’t trust himself to speak. Terra wouldn’t betray him like this, he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t he wouldn’t ever
A hand started stroking his long-since wilted cock, pulling harshly and thumbing over the sensitive slit. Ven shuddered, completely disgusted with himself.
“You’re going to come with my dick in your ass,” Vanitas said, still mimicking Terra’s voice. “Because I care. I love you, Ven,” he added, sickeningly sweet.
“No,” the blond groaned. “Not . . . you’re not him.”
“That’s mean,” Vanitas snorted, stroking Ven’s cock more firmly now as he felt the heat swell in his abdomen and decided he was close.
Ven willed his erection away, even as the strokes got harder and faster and he couldn’t stop it . . . he hated what Terra was – no, Vanitas, it was Vanitas, he hated what Vanitas was doing –
His orgasm took him completely by surprise, the hand moving over his cock stroking him to quick, shuddering completion; Ven immediately wanted to vomit. The person behind him – Ven wasn’t too sure who it was anymore – thrust a few more times, hard enough to make him move across the ground’s surface a few inches, and stilled, coming deep inside him. A few moments later the person pulled out roughly and left, mentioning something about a second round.
Ven groaned and tried not to move, building up all of his will that he would win the second round.
Pairing: Vanitas/Ventus
Rating: hard R/NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the computer this was typed on, and neither do I make any money off of writing.
Warnings: rape, rough sex, slight spoilers for BBS
Summary: Round 1.
Word Count: 1222
A/N: Written for the Kingdom Hearts kink meme, for the prompt ‘Vanitas/Ventus; mind games, rape, forced orgasm (Ven)’
The last thing Ven saw before the world turned white was Vanitas, unmasked and cloaked in a layer of darkness, walking towards him. Temporarily blinded, he could tell he was falling but he couldn’t bring himself to care. As consciousness returned to him Ven blinked and righted himself, drifting calmly to plant his feet on the surface beneath them. He glanced around warily, wondering where Vanitas had disappeared to and more importantly, where the hell was he? The place reminded the blond vaguely of a dream, all stained glass and towers and darkness surrounding him.
A high, sinister chuckle interrupted the calm; Ven whipped around towards the source of the sound, Keyblade appearing in his hand as the other boy descended to the platform in a similar fashion. There was a large, ornate Keyblade in his hand.
As his booted feet touched the ground Vanitas pointed the Keyblade at him, a cold smirk reaching his unnatural gold eyes. “You have lost,” the other boy said with a razor-sharp smile.
“Why’d you transport us here?” Ven demanded. “What happened to Aqua?”
“We’re inside your heart, dimwit,” Vanitas snarled. “I’m in control, now. Who, the Miss High-and-Mighty Magic Princess?” he scoffed, examining his nails as if he was already bored. “She’ll be dead in a few minutes.”
“No!” Ven yelled, sprinting in to attack. “I won’t let you hurt her!”
Vanitas rolled his eyes and parried lazily, kicking out to catch Ven in the stomach and send him flying with a pained grunt. “You’re so annoying,” the black haired boy said, advancing as Ven coughed breathlessly. “Everything’s all hearts and rainbows and sparkles with you, and ‘Oh my gosh, don’t you dare hurt my friends!’” Vanitas continued, mimicking a dramatic feminine voice. “Seriously.” Kneeling, he grabbed Ven’s hair and dragged his head up viciously. “You need a reality check.”
Ven grimaced and spat in the other boy’s face, struggling to free himself from Vanitas’ grip.
“You little bitch,” Vanitas growled, slamming Ven back to the ground face first before moving to sit on the small of Ven’s back and pin him to the hard ground beneath them. “You’ll regret that.”
“Get off me!” Ven yelled, struggling beneath him.
Vanitas chuckled at his efforts and decided on his course of action, now obviously enjoying himself. “Poor little Ventus, Terra’s not here to protect you now,” he crowed, pulling the blond’s armor and jacket off forcibly. “He’s my master’s now.”
“What are you doing?” Ven demanded as Vanitas continued to strip him; he did his best to make it as difficult as possible, he did not like where this was going at all. “Stop it!” he yelled as Vanitas tore his pants down from his hips, leaving him completely naked and exposed as he was pushed and trapped on his side.
Vanitas leaned over him from behind, his golden eyes glittering dangerously, and started touching him. A hand reached his cock, tugging and stroking the flaccid length to semi-hardness as Ven recoiled, squeezing his eyes shut to try and block it all out.
“Oops, has no one ever touched you here before?” Vanitas asked, mock concerned, as he stroked Ven’s cock. At Ven’s whimper Vanitas laughed again. “Not even Terra? Color me surprised. What about right here?” he asked, his hand pulling away and reappearing behind him, a long-nailed teasing the ring of muscle around his entrance and pushing in roughly. As Ven cried out and struggled wildly against his grip he asked, “Does Terra touch you in the no-no place?” in a childlike tone. “No?”
“No!” Ven snapped angrily, trying to conceal his pain. “Terra wouldn’t do that, he’s my best friend!”
“Don’t kid yourself, I know what he thinks about,” Vanitas boasted, the razor’s edge smile returning. “Taking his dick and shoving it into you, again and again and again,” the black haired boy said, stabbing his finger into Ven over and over to emphasize the point.
“S-stop it,” Ven begged. “He wouldn’t! That hurts-”
“That’s the general idea,” Vanitas chuckled. The blond hissed and tried to recoil, but Vanitas caught him by the hair again. “Too bad Terra’s dead now, would’ve liked to see him go at it. I guess it’s up to me then.” Suddenly the finger withdrew and Ven was pushed onto his stomach, the hard length of Vanitas’ cock rubbing against him.
“No!” Ven screamed, scrabbling to get away. Vanitas was quicker though, grabbing his hips and forcing his cock past the blond’s entrance, slamming his hips forward to stab into him deeply. Ven let out an unearthly scream and clawed at the unyielding ground as he tried to adjust to the length now buried inside him, to the feeling of being ripped apart. “No,” he sobbed, wishing for his friends, anyone, to save him.
“Oh yeah,” Vanitas groaned. “Tight little virgin bitch,” he grunted, his hands roaming over Ven’s hips, ass, and thighs, a mockery of a lover. Unsatisfied with their positioning he pulled the blond up by his hips so his ass was in the air.
A fresh sob hitched in Ven’s throat as he was forced into position. “Don’t – please, stop -”
“This is what Terra wanted to do, Ventus,” Vanitas groaned, pulling out slowly and paying no attention to the traces of blood on his cock. “He wanted to fuck you like this so bad.”
“No,” Ven continued to moan, his body shaking uncontrollably. “No.”
“Yes,” the other boy said, shoving back in roughly and earning a sharp, pain-filled cry from the blond. “He wanted to fuck your tight ass and come in your mouth.”
“No, no . . .”
“Oh yes,” Vanitas grinned as he continued thrusting brutally, pitching his voice low to mimic Terra’s. “Love feeling my dick stab into you, I could go on all night long,” he grunted, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.
Tears poured from Ven’s eyes as he shook his head; he didn’t trust himself to speak. Terra wouldn’t betray him like this, he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t he wouldn’t ever
A hand started stroking his long-since wilted cock, pulling harshly and thumbing over the sensitive slit. Ven shuddered, completely disgusted with himself.
“You’re going to come with my dick in your ass,” Vanitas said, still mimicking Terra’s voice. “Because I care. I love you, Ven,” he added, sickeningly sweet.
“No,” the blond groaned. “Not . . . you’re not him.”
“That’s mean,” Vanitas snorted, stroking Ven’s cock more firmly now as he felt the heat swell in his abdomen and decided he was close.
Ven willed his erection away, even as the strokes got harder and faster and he couldn’t stop it . . . he hated what Terra was – no, Vanitas, it was Vanitas, he hated what Vanitas was doing –
His orgasm took him completely by surprise, the hand moving over his cock stroking him to quick, shuddering completion; Ven immediately wanted to vomit. The person behind him – Ven wasn’t too sure who it was anymore – thrust a few more times, hard enough to make him move across the ground’s surface a few inches, and stilled, coming deep inside him. A few moments later the person pulled out roughly and left, mentioning something about a second round.
Ven groaned and tried not to move, building up all of his will that he would win the second round.