Summary:
No idea where I’m going with this; writing from my emotions and questioning. Xehanort releases Vanitas’ darkness after the boy was attacked by his own unversed. Sexual themes but no sex. Read it as of legal age so I don’t get in trouble.
There was something wrong. Very wrong. Vanitas stumbled to and fro in the dusty, gritty wasteland. His home, the mountainous graveyard of tears and sorrows. The sky was a deep purple with Kingdom Hearts shining above, an omen, yet good for his Master Xehanort. Yet Vanitas wanted freedom. He yearned to escape from this misery. His body did not feel barren or empty any longer. Not in the slightest. Vanitas groaned as he felt his body rage and swell with fire and desire. As he walked he felt a strange fullness within his belly. An ache. The sandy wind blew against his deep blue hair, spiked grandly in gel. The sky reflected off his hair and gave it a very attractive violet sheen. He wore his red and black muscle suit with the belts buckled tight against him, protecting him from intrusion. From an unwanted invasion. The raw grit got all over his red and violet, jagged hip skirt, making it filthy, just like him. He might pretend all he wanted to be pure. To be light. To be one with “Ventus”. But he knew in his mind, that wasn’t his true nature. Not in the least. The ache rose. It was not going away. It throbbed and pulsed within him, like blood welling up around an internal member. Waiting to be pushed out.
It was so close he could feel it: his cock head yearning to be pulled from his hairy mound. How many times had he jizzed in these last few nights? But never from fantasies from his Master. Indeed no. His fantasies involved women. Him dominating and using them cruelly; sadistically, getting his passion out with them. But why? Why was this making him feel so startling good; a dizzy sexual lust. Vanitas’ body suit sort of glowed in a red flare, like an erupted volcano. It was responding to his body, flaring, pulsating. Why did this happen to him? Why now? His neck strained in confusion as his neck turned this way and that in paranoia. Suddenly his jaw clenched and his head was stabilized with a metallic neck piece. Vanitas blinked his golden eyes, sitting against a brown, jutted boulder. Xehanort would never find him here. He would hide. Hide away, like in hide and seek, never wanting to be found. The sky began to drop a misting rain, causing a haze around the keyblade graveyard. Vanitas sighed out, hugging his chest, not understanding why his body was formed this way. Why would he have these…things……on his chest? It didn’t make sense to him at all and he despised it.
Scurrying, rustling sounds surrounded him on the boulder. Unversed, of course. Weren’t they tired of being created from his sadness? His molestation? His unfortunate existence of darkness? “Go away. This is a warning. I will be free of your grasp and finally be the master of my own existence!!!!!”, Vanitas screamed in his high-pitched, manly yet feminine voice. His usually strong and powerful orbs welled up in golden tears. He could feel their claws on him. Their insistence, their need. The unversed danced in unison, cackling in deep purples and pinks. “Your Master will never grant you freedom, foolish one. Give up while you still can!!!!!”, they said and surrounded him entirely in a black, shadowy ooze. Vanitas hated it. He could smell, oh he could smell his desire seeping out from him in black, blobby strands. A purple unversed grew in height and raked its claws against Vanitas’ neck. They all laughed and began to claw at him, literally ripping his costume, leaving bits and pieces of it hanging on him. Exposing his pale belly. Leaving gapes in the thighs of his costume. Vanitas sobbed out, laughing in his desperation, longing for freedom, for friends, for love.
Yet all he got was more hatred, bullying, pain. He pushed the unversed away from him, as they gripped his blue hair, crawling around and biting. “NO MORE!!!!!!!”, he screamed. No more would he submit under pressure. In the distance, thick boots clapped against the pavement and there was a snapping sound. Xehanort. No. No no no no nooooooo!!!!! Vanitas wailed out, biting his lips, almost drawing blood. The unversed all ran away in fear of Xehanort, who brandished his gazing eye momentarily before it vanishing in sight. “There you are my boy where did you run off to. You know you can’t escape. What happened to your suit???”, he questioned angrily, scratching his bald head. Vanitas wanted to run. Far away. To a place where nobody ever knew him. “Nothing. Master.
I’m….no longer empty if you must know. Whose fault is this!!!!!!!!”, Vanitas glared and started to sob, covering his chest instinctually. Unfortunately, Xehanort moved closer and began to stroke all over Vanitas’ body. Maybe showing pity of some sort. Though he was usually cruel and sadistic, he couldn’t abandon the boy.
“Hmmm you really need to get out of your clothing. You’ll be fine. It’s time. You’ll be allowed to finally be yourself. Your true self. I think you’ve been a vessel long enough, don’t you think?”, Xehanort said as he moved in, noticing how hot Vanitas’ pale skin was. “It’s the least I can do. Let us away. If we are to reclaim what is ours, you must indeed be more. And you are. It won’t hurt.”, the cruel, taller master said. He chanted a spell under his dark breath, the furry grey hair on this chin wiggling. And they were teleported to a small bedroom in Schala Ad Caelum. How did Xehanort know of all these nooks and crannies? Vanitas couldn’t help but be impressed with his superior; but annoyed. He wanted away!!!!!!!! Xehanort sat against the bed, running his hand along the teal-blue wall. “You’re troubled. What is it that you really want?? Get undressed. You can’t go around in a ripped costume.” Vanitas glared, looking to the floor, not wanting to be naked. Not that!!!! Not with how his body was strangely formed. He didn’t want Xehanort to see his breasts. He wanted to be flat. To have light muscles. Anything but this soft flesh.
The apprentice stood up and unzipped his uniform, the tattered and torn pieces falling gently to the floor. His arms and legs were dotted in bruises; a severe, dark purple bruise on his left arm glaring out. Probably self inflicted, yet again, as Vanitas always did to himself. His underarms and pubes were covered in thick, dark hairs, along with his calves. To his chagrin, his nipples were lightly poking up. “Don’t look at me. I don’t want you. I’m tired of submitting. When will I ever be able to use my own darkness? It hurts inside myself very painfully like poking inside my stomach. It’s painful and no one believes me, Master.”, he looked down, as his neck guard began to crumble, leaving him unguarded and fully exposed. Xehanort sighed outwardly, wrinkling his forehead as he rubbed his gloves together. “You remind me so much of Eraqus. Perhaps it’s unfair for me to persist on you, hmm?” The older, taller master nodded wisely and lightly stroked Vanitas’ hips. “It will be very confusing for you. But it is not hurt. What you will feel is not hurt or a bad emotion. It’s your human nature. And what your body is supposed to be. It’s pleasure. Not pain.”, he said firmly as he stared into Vanitas’ golden eyes with his own.
Vanitas lied back on the bed, covering his chest defensively. No longer some submissive perfect blue abused hole. He moved his hands over his white, damaged skin, his eyes teary and concerned. What was Xehanort planning with him? It couldn’t be good. “Please….master….I don’t know what I want anymore. What I always wanted. I’m afraid of what I’ll do. Who I’ll harm. But I know I’m a man. It’s the truth.”, Vanitas gasped in confusion. His arms had needle pricks from his constant hospital visits; always getting blood drawn, always tested like some sort of lab rat by the organization. What would Vexen or Ansem the Wise ever care for someone like him beyond being a rat on the operating table? Vanitas shifted, rocking uncomfortably in a messy heat. Unable to stay still. He lifted his leg up in uncertainty, causing him further damage to his right leg and balance. Xehanort snarled a bit at his apprentice, naked and glistening on the bed. Yet he knew what he must do. For the boy’s own good and well being. But it would only cause more darkness and unversed to be unleashed and he was well aware of that.
Xehanort held Vanitas down, smacking his bum lightly. “It’ll be all be over soon. I’ll get it out. Your darkness. They won’t be any match for you.”, he said, holding him down firmly with his long, gloved hand. The doctor of evil he must be. Vanitas struggled yet his ghost held him firmly down and in place against the mattress. Biting on his neck. “Please. Xehanort I don’t want to go away, I don’t want to disappear into darkness. My chest burns so painfully. I want…..I don’t want my fullness to go away. Don’t take it away.”, Vanitas drawled on in his confusion. And. There was silence amongst the city, and the lights in the room flickered to darkness. Like a shattered mirror, or a fuzzy television in a trembling haze. Here it comes. Reaching out from inside. Everything then went into entire darkness. A deep darkness of black. And Vanitas felt Xehanort’s hands on him like a puppet. Moving his body and holding it in place. Then. There it was. A feeling of release. His insides weren’t poking and stabbing no longer, it felt like an incredibly soothing feeling. Like a white, bubbling steam or heavenly aura. It was free. His darkness was released. Xehanort looked very nervous, knowing this would indeed have dire consequences for his apprentice.
It was finally there.
