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seeds-and-sins · 3 years ago

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Derange & Desire - Part One

Pairing: Vaas Montenegro x Reader

Rating: M (Language, Violence, Sexual Situations, Drugs)

Description: You are a native. You’d do anything to protect your family, even if that means becoming engaged to the island’s most ruthless pirate lord.

Tagged: @mhiyx

WARNING!! Reader gets drugged in this chapter and there is some non-con.

When you were a child, you had been quite curious about the world. You took for granted the beautiful landscape you had been born into: with sandy white beaches and luxurious crystal waterfalls wrapped in the warm embrace of jungle vines and skyscraper trees. Your home was a place where the animals roamed free and the air was fresh and flowers bloomed without caution. It was such a fragile destination, easily preyed on by the greed and violence of men. And you took it for granted, just as they did.

Growing up, there was nothing you wanted more than to jump into the perilous seas, never to return. You would run from one side of the island to the other in the course of a day, to merely catch the rise and fall of the earth's sun. You would lay spread out in the sands, wondering if the stars embraced the freedom that was theirs, until your mother would beckon you home. You envied the birds that floated across the winds, that could easily head toward the mainland if they chose.

It wasn't until you were a young adult that you had come to praise the island that was your home. Of course, you wondered what the world looked like, what different terrains painted the earth in such brilliant hues. Yet, it was that the will to leave had no longer been appealing once you finally could. Upon reaching adulthood, you had become content with what you had and you enjoyed the various things that made up your lifestyle. It was because even though you didn't know what the earth looked like outside of your island, you knew for certain that there was no place like this. You knew you would regret leaving as soon as you did, and so you chose to never leave.

The Rook Islands was by no means a heavenly place, but at the very least you had never need complain about your living conditions. The only concerns that anyone ever had on the island were the pirates and then in the south island there was Hoyt. As long as the natives kept to themselves, no one needed to die or be oppressed. The men that littered the island with their sin, did so in a way that it only concerned outsiders. Occasionally, there would be some casualties. The Rakyat were constantly in battle with Hoyt and the pirates, but they attempted desperately to keep those dealings separate from the village and your people.

Your days were filled with booze drinking and marijuana smoking, partying with your friends and surfing until the sun came down. It was a care free and simple life, where the island provided everything you needed. You simply had to reach out and get it. Of course, there were minor restrictions to ensure safety. The island, as lush as it was with life, was also filled to the brim with death. Survival of the fittest roamed rampant through the minds of its people and its creatures. Everyone knew that respect went nowhere when in the presence of a hungry tiger.

You were told to stay far from Badtown, so you did. You were told to stay far from the south island, so you did. You were told to stay clear of pirates and their outposts, so you did. You never ventured into the jungle alone and you steered clear of river banks and high tides. It was always a game of survival.

So, why didn't you walk away? When danger struck, why did you just stand there and let it happen?

It was his eyes. Those brilliant green eyes that made your heart throb. That perfect smile, such charm and confident grace. How could something so dangerous be so alluring? So beautiful? You wished you could know, look deep into the processes of the gods in all their creations. You wished you could ask, why him? Why did they create a monster like him? Why did they make him so perfect, despite such imperfections? The scar across his brow, the gun at his hip, the brooding muscles and blood stained red.

"What the hell is he doing here?" You recalled yourself asking one of your friends, Ailani, earlier that day. You didn't want to be anywhere near this man, but it was only a matter of time before he showed up. Carlos, Ailani's boyfriend, worked closely with Vaas. Close enough that they might had even been considered friends.

"Look, you don't have to stay if you don't want to." She spat, rolling her eyes as if you were being somewhat dramatic about partying with a ruthless pirate lord. He was off in the distance, talking with Carlos and the other three friends in your group, when those eyes met yours. Chills ran down your spine and you tried to catch your breath, but you couldn't look away.

"I'll stay. I just-" You cleared your throat, finally shaking your head away from Vaas's locked stare. "I just didn't know."

"Well, let's party then!" You kept your distance, and it was all the more obvious that you were uncomfortable. You didn't drink or smoke, you kept alongside your friends and made sure you were never out of their sight. Vaas didn't seem to pay any mind to you, he much preferred being given the attention more than giving it. You all rode around the island, crammed into his jeep, as he smoked his weed and made his violent jokes.

You had to admit there was something charming about him, but that didn't excuse the fact that he was a murderer. For the fun of it, he would abduct the people of your village and lay waste to them like their lives meant nothing. Sometimes you didn't understand why you remained friends with Ailani, when she chose to keep such evil company.

The sun began to fall and instead of driving back to the village, Vaas took you all elsewhere. It should have been sign enough that you had made a mistake, but Ailani was convinced that everything was normal. He drove you out to the farthest side east of the island, to a boat that would take you all to his compound. You weren't having fun. You hadn't been since you found out that he would be cruising around with your crew.

"I think I'll just go. I'll walk back."

"Oh come on, let me drive you." Vaas insisted with that sickeningly sweet smile.

"No really, I'll be fine."

"You'll be lucky if the monsters don't get you first, hermana. Seriously I'll drive you back if you really don't want to go."

"Geez, you're such a buzzkill, (Y/N)." Ailani sassed, then the others started to complain about you too, complaining about how you'd been distant all day. Vaas leaned back against his jeep with that smile on his lips, eyes looking you up and down with a predatory glimmer. It was like he was expecting you to crack under the pressure: you valued your friends, and most especially their company. To what lengths would you go to keep that intact?

"You know what, you guys are right..." Vaas's smile visibly widened into that of a leering grin, he stood up straight and crossed his arms as he drew closer to you. "As long as we don't stay too long, I'll come."

"That's what I'm talking about!" Ailani crowed, and then the lot of you hopped onto the small motor boat, where Vaas steered the way.

That was how you absolutely screwed yourself. You agreed to go to Vaas's private Island, one of the more forbidden island hotspots on your list. That was where you had made your biggest mistake, had broken one of your most important rules.

The party itself was absolutely wild. The entire compound was filled to the brim with islanders and pirates, dancing to jungle tiesto and snorting coke. Ailani and Carlos flat out ditched everyone in the beginning, then Gee and Luke disappeared, and you were pretty sure Timurra was playing poker somewhere. You wanted to enjoy yourself, but the tension in your shoulders was evident: You were being suffocated. You always preferred more intimate gatherings, nothing like this. That was when Vaas grabbed your wrist and guided you to this giant warehouse at the far back of the compound.

Inside was a wall of storage containers and neon lights. The place was sparsely decorated; as you rounded the containers, there were two couches, a stripper pole in between, and some tables with stacked crates and papers strewn out on them. The music was muffled as were the cries and laughter echoing from the crowd. It was a surprisingly softer, more relaxed environment, aside from the guns and bullets laying about, complimented by unopened packages of cocaine. You were questioning that perhaps Vaas was not all that you had expected. Perhaps he was kind enough to bring you someplace away from the commotion in realizing your discomfort? Or was he taking you someplace where no one would hear you scream? You wouldn't let your guard down and you wouldn't allow yourself to be comfortable while alone with him.

It became increasingly awkward when all of his attentions were focused on anything else. You nervously took a seat at one of the couches, not entirely sure what to do other than clench up into a ball and pretend you were invisible. You watched Vaas move around the open space, putting together for himself a blunt and then taking residence at the other couch across from you.

"Can I get you anything, chica?" He asked, smoke billowing up from his laxed form. You shook your head, shifting up to sit straighter.

"No, thanks." He hummed in response, just as his eyes followed the length of a wall up toward the glass window ceiling of the warehouse. It was silent for all of a minute, a minute that felt like five, before Vaas spoke up again.

"These girls, they come from the South. Pretty, but they aren't exactly up to my standards, ya'know?" From the corner of your eye, you saw his head tilt toward you, expecting an answer. You gulped, clearing your throat, now shifting yourself farther into the seat. You hadn't expected the random conversation, assuming that he was referring to the dancers that were scattered about his compound in droves. You couldn't get a read on his intentions by bringing up such a topic, but you figured it wouldn't hurt to bite.

"Why do you bring them here then?" He shrugged, the blunt hanging from the corner of his lips.

"It's entertainment, I guess, especially for the others." You bit your bottom lip and closed your eyes, willing yourself to be in another place, anywhere but here. This was awkward, uncomfortable, nerve-wracking. You were sitting across from one of the most dangerous men on the island, alone. Despite his overall calm, you had heard the stories detailing his unpredictable behavior. "You sure I can't get you something? You seem tense."

"It's okay..." You blinked your eyes open and shook your head. "I'm just tired." You were annoyed, anxious, aggravated even. Your friends said that this would be fun, you should have known better. You hadn't had fun the whole day and it was because of him. Vaas could kill you any second now and not even flinch. And because you were stupid enough to let him drag you here, there would be no chance of escape if he tried.

"I'm a little offended. I don't take kindly to being ignored." His voice was an octave lower, deeper, darker, with the slightest hint of a threat hanging on those words.

"My mother told me to stay away from murderers." You almost gasped at your own audacity, not entirely prepared for yourself to respond swiftly like that, and in such a spiteful way. Vaas chuckled, the smoke wafting from his lips with each cackle.

"Well, your mother doesn't sound very nice, does she, hermana?" He whistled sharply, "The island is filled with murderers, I wonder then who keeps her company." The blunt was wedged between the fingers of his hand as he drew it away and his eyes narrowed on you with that sickening smile. "I'll have to meet her sometime, so I can ask." Your breath caught in your throat, understanding the deeper connotations of his words. Vaas was not a man to back down from his promises. You averted your gaze, not out of submission, but out of dread. You could feel that something bad was about to happen, but you couldn't quite figure out what.

This was bad. Very bad.

"No, no, look back." Your fists clenched in your crossed arms and your head reluctantly tilted back to stare at him. "Don't you have such pretty eyes?" Your cheeks reddened into a dark blush. "Want to know a secret, chica?" You didn't respond and Vaas shrugged, bottom lip curling in before he popped his lips, accepting another drag. You were definitely out of your league, the fear that clenched at the belly of your gut was unmistakable. But then there was something else there, something deeper, that you didn't want to entertain. This warmth stirring at the pit of your stomach, the danger of it all becoming far more enticing, and your logic slipping with each passing second. Vass was as tempting as he was deadly, as attractive on the outside as he was ugly on the inside, with an unparalleled comfort in himself.

"Not really." Vaas scowled, finally withdrawing those dagger like eyes eyes to consider the empty stripper pole.

"Your friend was trying to play match maker with you and me." You scoffed, bringing his attention straight back to you and you internally scolded yourself for letting your displeasure be known. As if him not staring directly at you was an invitation for safety, a false sense of security to not be pinned beneath those peridot eyes. "Something you want to say?" You bit the inside of your cheek, sneaking a glance at him to find straight annoyance. Your lips parted so that you could utter the words that were burning a path up the pit of your throat.

"She's been trying to hook me up with someone for ages. She thinks I need to get laid." Why tell him, of all others, this information? He didn't need to know anything. He didn't deserve to know it. It was the nerves that made you say it, the faint snort of anxiety that left you after you made your dumbly driven confession. Vaas smirked again and you had nearly breathed in relief if it hadn't had been for his response.

"Hmm, I'd agree." Vaas crossed his legs, his amusement unflinching as he examined you completely without missing a beat. "You've had a stick up your ass all day, chica. We're only trying to look out for you." It took all of your restraint to keep from calling him an asshole, especially by the condescending tone he was taking with you.

"I-I-" You wished you could tell him off, just as you would with anyone else. But Vaas wasn't anyone else, Vaas an extremely powerful man who could mean the difference between life or death for you. In his proximity, it wasn't about defending yourself, it was about surviving.

"Speak freely, I'm not gonna bite." Vaas laughed, choking a bit on the smoke that he was inhaling. "Unless you want me to." He added with that cocky grin, and damn, were you just now realizing how perfect his teeth were?

"I'm-" You took a deep breath, tightening the ferocity in your eyes and targeting him with all you could muster. "I'm not interested, okay?!" You spat, clenching your jaw in the process and narrowing your gaze.

"Oh, I wasn't offering, or anything." Vaas plainly replied, unflinching to your show of false courage, only unearthing the aggravation you had been trying to keep at bay.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think you need to get fucked, but I never said that I would fuck you." He shook his head and laughed at you again, mocking you almost. "Damn, chica, you are a piece of work."

"Excuse me?! I'm the piece of work?! Don't get ahead of yourself." You snapped, rolling your eyes. "It's not like I'd want to fuck you anyways, ever."

"Ya’know, I’ve heard that before. Not everybody keeps their word, I guess." It became drop dead silent after that, with you fuming over Vaas's pride and Vaas peacefully smoking on his blunt with that dopey smile. He was certainly a lot more mellow than you remembered others having told you. He hadn't yelled once, killed someone out of turn, or revealed any other sort of erratic behaviors, since you had met him earlier that morning. In fact, part of you could forget his murderous side if you weren't careful enough.

"Not everyone in the world wants to fuck you, Vaas." You didn't know what made you break the silence, but at this point there was no use in holding back your tongue anymore. This whole situation was fucked and like hell were you going to just let it happen. You wanted to go home, you should be able to walk out this compound without feeling like Vaas had a target on your back.

"I know a few that would disagree." He pipped back, adjusting himself so that he was sitting up, instead of slouching.

"What happened to your standards?" You ground out, not having looked his way again since his offhanded remark from before.

"Want some?" He waved the blunt in his hand, an intervening point in the conversation that you once thought was steering more toward small talk and mutual dislike. You eyed the blunt uneasily, nibbling even harder on the inside of your cheek before standing up and crossing the short space to him. You plopped down on the other end of the couch and reached your hand across, putting a decent amount of space between you both but enough to collect the blunt. Once it was free from Vaas's crusty fingers, he eased back into the couch again and sighed. "Truthfully, hermana, I haven't fucked in a while either." You blinked at his admission, then took a generous puff from the blunt he had made. You choked up once at first, but then evened out your breath, holding it back out to him. He accepted it without looking, propping it between his lips once more.

"I find that hard to believe."

"What reason would I have to lie to you?"

"For starters," You dropped your head into the leather couch, chest rising and falling with a deep breath. "There are plenty of women at your disposal, you're a pirate lord after all."

"And then I become as disease infested as half of my men? No, thanks."

"They did invent protection for a reason, ya'know?" The corner of your lips quirked up, partially in disbelief, partially in genuine amusement at your situation. Here you were, having a surprisingly friendly conversation with Vaas Montenegro. About Sex? And what was in that blunt? Were you starting to feel something? After one puff?

"Bare or not, chica, I'm not sinking my dick into sloppy seconds."

"Or thirds, or fourths, or fifths." You teased, shocked at how smoothly the jest had left your growing smile. Vaas chuckled with you, twisting his head so he could stare at you as he held the blunt to you again.

"How 'bout you? You a lesbian, o' something?" You inhaled deeply from the blunt, hoping it would give you the immediate confidence you needed to answer that question, but the effects wouldn't come as quick as you'd like.

"I'm picky."

"Nothing wrong with that." He took the blunt back, then hunched forward to prop it on the edge of the stage for the stripper pole. "You got a type?"

"Yes. Anybody who isn't from my village."

"Ha, you're kidding, hermosa?" You ignored the loose nickname sent your way, the one that made you feel hotter inside, despite how brief. "The men in your village are supposed to be strong and fierce. Isn’t that what you women look for?"

"I'm sure you would know that's not the case. The men in my village are idiots and cowards."

"You seem especially sure about that, any stories to tell?" Yes. You did have one, but it’s best that you kept it to yourself.

"Maybe for another day." Your eyes fluttered shut as you grinned a bit more freely. Not having entirely realized the meaning behind that words that so naturally left your lips. That blunt was definitely stronger than anything you had smoked before, but it felt nice and relaxing. It was just what you needed to be able to sit alongside Vaas like this, to be able to talk to him so openly.

"You changed your tune: A few moments ago I would have thought that you hated me, now you are talking about seeing me again."

"I guess you aren't that bad." Your head limply tilted to come across the sight of Vaas again, mirroring your posture, staring deeply at you with his own soft smile. It was perhaps a fond smile, but you didn’t know what fondness even looked like on a man of his nature. He was too perfect to be so dangerous, too goofy to be so deadly.

"You can come closer if you'd like." His voice was husky, it burned inside the blood that pumped heavier through your pounding eardrums. He had been smoking weed on and off all day. It had accentuated his jovial and eccentric side, as well as the wild and impulsive streak within him. But this? This was reserved for a more intimate setting. His defenses seemed nonexistent, his spirit was free and calm, the monster within him soothed. You weren’t sure how you felt about it and the drugs weren’t aiding your decision-making skills as much as they were stunting them.

"What for?" You whispered, even if there was no need for you to be speaking at such a low volume.

"You'd be closer." In the growing haze at the back of your mind, that felt reasonable. Except you hadn't expected your body to move of its own accord at the fleeting thought. You were no sooner shoved directly into Vaas's side, shoulders smooshed and eyes held together by invisible string. There was a startling intensity in his gaze, despite how calm and neutral his expression was. He could be so deceitful. He could be the best actor in the world in tricking your mind into believe that he wouldn't hurt you, that you were safe here. You needed to tread carefully.

"Ya'know, I don't want to fuck you, but I will admit that you are hot." Holy shit, did that weed hit home! Where did those words even come from?! You internally panicked for all of one second before you relaxed into the fact that the words were already spoken. You didn't doubt that your sudden relief could be a product of the drugs.

"Funny that you say that, because I don't want to fuck you either, but I still think you're sexy as fuck." The quiet returned, but it was much more comfortable than ever before. It was almost jarring how comfortable it was, but you couldn't find it within yourself to care. All you knew was that your limbs had suddenly become numb and that your thoughts were scattered.

"Hmm," Vaas rested his head back to stare at the ceiling again, ears open for whatever was about to leave your filter lacking mouth next. "Why don't we want to fuck eachother?"

"Well, I'm a murderer, you're a prude. Fate doesn't allow opposites to attract, hermosa." There he went again with that stupid nickname, and prude?! You were by no means a prude.

"I'm not a prude."

"Sure, you are, can't even have the slightest bit of fun." He tutted, and you were grateful that you felt like you could hardly move because you wanted to punch him in that moment. If you had, you wouldn't make it out of the compound alive, much less the warehouse.

"You don't see anything wrong with that? I can't imagine anyone being comfortable around a murderous pirate lord. I mean-"

"Okay, I didn't give a shit before, but if you keep mentioning it, we're going to have a problem." He deadpanned sternly, through the fog that the blunt had created in your mind, alarms sounded. You bit your tongue and swallowed down whatever remaining words you were about to speak. Then, so suddenly, Vaas lightly slapped your knee and laughed. He hunched forward as it tightened his abdomen, a bright smile splitting his handsome face. "Ah chica," He sighed in a huff of amusement. "You should have seen the look on your face. I'm just fucking with you." You didn't realize you had been holding your breath, until your cheeks started to turn red and your lunges began to burn. You finally exhaled through your nostrils, lips parted in a slight tremble. "Here, smoke some more. It'll loosen you up some." He bent forward to retrieve the blunt again, holding it back to you.

You hesitated, confusion rippling through your entire body as you stared at his offer. There was definitely something wrong here, something wasn’t right. What did you feel, right now? How did you feel? Who did you feel?

Somehow the blunt ended up in your fingers again, Vaas plopped back and his arm drew up to encapsulate your shoulders. You were smoking again somehow, everything felt so out of touch. This was the strongest weed you had ever had.

“Vaas?” Was that you talking?

“Yeah, baby?” He sounded so silky, his voice echoing in your right ear, his breath beat down on the skin there. He was so close. How did he get so close again? His nose brushed your cheek and when you turned your head to look at him, the sensation of his warmth and his proximity overwhelming you, your lips nearly touched.

“What-” You bit your bottom lip. “What is this?”

“It’s the good stuff. I got it from a friend of mine.” He took the blunt from you to smoke some more himself. “You like it?”

“I just-” He had the perfect face. It was so close to yours. His head tilted away, smoke leaving those perfect lips of his. “I lied.” He cleared his throat, leaving your side for a moment so that he could place the blunt down on the stage. He returned, eyes half lidded and his nose nudging yours. His arm curled tightly around your neck and gooseflesh rose up when his fingers began to caress your neck.

“About what?” You didn’t know how loud you were talking anymore, but it felt like the both of you were whispering, even as the words rattled and echoed in your mind.

“I do want to fuck you.” This made so much sense like this. Where even were you? What even were you? You were a person. You had to be a person.

“Oh...” Vaas was so close. “That so?” You sputtered, your eyes fluttering as you shook your head.

“Am I a person?” Vaas snorted, he was cupping your cheek now as his lips pressed to the corner of your mouth.

“Yes, I believe you are. One of the prettiest.” Oh, that felt so warm. Words could have feelings too. Those words felt good, exceptionally good.

“You think I am pretty?” You beamed, reaching up and holding the hand he had on your cheek. Vaas drew your forehead to his and he smiled, licking his lips as if he was eyeing up a five star meal.

“Yes, baby, so pretty. You should let me touch you.” You giggled, when did Vaas become so funny?

“But Vaas, you are touching me.” He swiftly reached his other hand down to lift up your legs. As if you weighed nothing, he managed to shift you perfectly into his lap. He was so comfortable, so warm. He smelled strongly of the earth and cheap cologne and fire. Did Vaas smell like fire? Or did fire smell like Vaas? Was Vaas fire?

“No, baby, you should let me make you feel good.”

“You are making me feel good, silly.” Vaas’s teeth gently scraped along your lips and he chuckled.

“No, baby...” You gasped when his teeth latched onto your earlobe, he tugged just so and then released you before breathing into your ear. “You should let me fuck you.” A pleasant shiver shook your body and your clutched onto his red tank top for dear life. Your eyes slid shut and you bit hard down onto your bottom lip.

There was no rationality left to save you.

You couldn’t even recall what Vaas did for a living. All you knew was that you hadn’t been with a man in too long and he was there to change that.

He must not have been expecting what happened next because within the blink of an eye you were then straddling Vaas’s lap with your tongue shoved down his throat. He reacted in kind, tongue meeting yours with the same desire. His palms pressed flush into the arch of your back and he forced you closer, his hips rolling so that you could get a better feel for the lump that was forming there.

“Oh fuck baby,” When Vaas broke from your lips, you still needed him so bad. You kissed along his cheek, then down his throat till he threw his head back to give you more access. “He said the drug would make you easy, but he didn’t mention that it would make you more excited.” You didn’t even understand what he just said. You wanted more! You needed more!

You rolled your hips and whimpered, fingers tugging his bright red tank top. So many of his colors, you wanted a taste of them all. The tan of his skin, the green of his eyes, the pink of his lips. He tasted so good, but you wanted more. You suckled intensely at the nape of his neck, which he immediately responded with grabbing your hair and yanking you back.

“No, no, no,” He tutted in amusement. “No marks.” Your face wrinkled with another needy whine and you bunched up his tank in your fists.

“Please, Vaas. Please.” His eyebrows lifted and his eyes darkened.

“Because you said it so nicely.” While he got to lifting his tank top over his head, you began to disrobe yourself of your shirt and bra. By the time his shirt had hit the floor, it was met with your clothes. He was briefly entranced by the sight of your naked torso before he was attacking your lips again with unrelenting force. At the same time, you moved your hips, needing to feel the buzzing in your body intensify. More! More! More!

Then, his mouth was gone. You would have cried if he wasn’t already so close.

Your fingers sunk into his mohawk when he was back again, one of your nipples now caught between the white of his wolf-like teeth. Oh, it felt so delicious. So perfect. Everything felt so right.

“Wait!” You urged, Vaas released your nipple with a painful nip at the bud. His chest heaving, he looked up at you with narrowed eyes, your fingers were still curled into his perfectly gelled mohawk and a thin sheen of sweat forming on both of your bodies.

“What?! What is it now?!” He spat in annoyance, obviously not appreciating your interruption. Your palms smoothed down till you were cupping his face.

“Vaas, I have to tell you something very important.” Vaas paused in confusion for all of one second before he blinked and then nodded for you to continue.

“Well? I’m waiting!” You scoured your mind for this important thing that you needed to tell him. It was so important, how could you have forgotten it so quickly? Oh, but he did feel perfect. So perfect. Through heated breathes you openly took in Vaas’ bare chest. He was muscular, you could tell as much from before by how toned his arms were, veins bulging intermittently across the tough skin. But his pectorals were gorgeous and he was surprisingly hairless, smooth. He must shave his chest. “Hey!” Vaas snapped his fingers at you impatiently. “What do you have to tell me that is so important?” You were really testing him, but you couldn’t understand why. Was everything moving slower for him than it was for you? Your whole world was spinning, but it felt so right.

“I forgot." You admitted, Vaas rolled his. Eyes and then immediately dove back to your chest. His hands kneaded at your ass with enough strength to bruise the flesh beneath your shorts and his legs spread wider to force yours open.

How did you get here again? Did that even matter?

Vaas, that was his name, like a Vase but with an 'Oz' instead of an 'Ass'.

Vaas' head bobbed up and his beautiful, multi-colored eyes narrowed on you. His lips parted, reverberating speech and words that didn't quite meet your ears. You tuned in as hard as you could, maybe he was something important. He felt so good.

"...did you say..." You didn't get everything, he was talking to fast and you could keep up. He was in the middle of speaking with you when you leaned in, you didn't understand a word of what he was saying anyways. Your lips parted over his, sloppily as your tongue slipped between your lips and lapped his tightly closed lips. The world was spinning so wildly now. You weren't moving fast enough or you were moving to fats to slow down, you didn't know which one it was.

You began to laugh, your forehead dropping to Vaas's warm flesh. That was when a rainbow burst behind your vision, the whole world felt like electricity zapping the very tip of your finger and traveling across all of your nerve endings.

There was not a single coherent thought churning through your brain.

You were traveling through a tunnel of beaming light. Your stomach felt like it was floating, or were you floating? Your gripped tightly onto whatever you could as you road the rainbow tunnel to its end, but it just kept going and going. It never took you close enough to the dark hole off in the distance that was its exit.

Then, so abruptly, you came to a screeching halt and the world came to and stilled around you like a photograph. You were in some sort of home, cluttered with books and boxes and crammed together furniture. Light spilled in through the shutters of a nearby window, signaling that it was no longer night. You were resting on something soft and pillowy, hung above you was the face of a baggy old man with narrowed eyes. His accent was foreign to your ears that were still ringing from the instant freeze that came over your sight. Where the hell were you even?! In the background was a familiar man, standing idly off to the side with his arms crossed and a disinterested expression on his face: It was Vase-NO-It was Vaas.

"Hmm, she looks to be awake."

"Last time I'll ever accept fuckin' drugs from you, old man." The man laughed and it was warm and amused. There was no way that anyone had the guts to laugh at Vaas Montenegro, to his face.

"We'll see about that, my boy, we'll see." He tutted shortly and then was off, disappearing down an open entrance leading to what appeared to be a kitchen.

All Vaas needed to do was take one step closer and you were jolting up from the antique couch with your fists in the air. He bounced back, holding his palms up in mock defense.

"Ey, Ey! Calm the fuck down, alright?! Jesus fuck! Give yourself a minute to adjust before you start swinging!" You had a throbbed headache and your bones felt, lighter.

"What the fuck did you do me?!"

"Okay, listen..." He licked his lips and then awkwardly cleared his throat, hands falling to his hips as he squinted at you. "We shared a blunt, you had more than you should have and that is that."

"I don't remember anything!"

"Well," Vaas smirked, his head tilting from side to side with a shrug. "That happens."

"Where the fuck am I? And where are my friends?! What time is it?! What-"

"STOP!" You shrunk back at Vaas's violent growl, his teeth clenched and he panned his forehead. "STOP FUCKING YELLING!" He took a deep breath, the inhale lifting his broad shoulder before he removed his palm to stare back at you. He pointed a threatening finger at you, sending a shiver down your spine. "Okay?" His eyebrows lifted expectantly for your response. You quietly nodded your head, eyelids fluttering from the lack of strength in your body to keep standing. Your limbs shook in resistance and you licked your lips. "Sit." Vaas demanded, you dropped back down onto the couch, not wanting to make him any more aggravated than he already was.

Or perhaps you misinterpreted the aggravated part.

He plopped down beside you, arm resting across the length of the couch to surround you in his precense, far too close for your liking.

"So, I guess by now you know that I've had a bit of a crush on you." He admitted plainly, a soft and dopey expression tugging at his lips. Your jaw dropped, you guessed? That was so far from your mind, it didn't even exist. What the hell was he talking about?! You just met him. "I've been watching you from a distance for a few weeks..." He snorted, shaking his head. "You love to play hard to get, you silly you, but I think I managed well enough, huh?" He held his arms up and gestured around the living room. "Not how I wanted this to go, but I got this far." You gulped, how were you supposed to keep your sanity after this?! What the fuck was happening, right now?! One second you were at a party and now you were here. Everything in between was a brilliant blur, it was all white light and burning heat. How did you end up here? With Vaas confessing his crush on you and his obsessive behavior in having stalked you all these weeks. You got shivers just thinking about, and not the good kind. Vaas released a pleased sigh, pulling his arm tightly around you and hauling your limp form into his side. You were still so stunned that your body had not yet kicked into gear, not that you body was even functioning at a manageable level. You were woozy and tired and sick, followed by anxious, afraid, and confused. "So, what do you say? We stop playing this stupid game and you get to be the luckiest girl on this island?" You blankly stared at him, blinking once and then twice and then three times before you finally reacted.

"Ah, that's..." You feigned a cough and nodded your head in an exaggerated shake. "Interesting and, um, a good one. That's a good joke." Vaas's lips fell into a firm line, his eyebrow lifting in question. "I promise I won't tell anyone." Vaas burst into a deep chuckle, contagious if you didn't find his proximity to be so menacing. He patted your back hard, the thuds of his hand forcing out a choke up from your lunges.

"Still playing hard to get, baby, but don't worry..." He winked at you. "I can be very convincing."

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