VANITAS VORE: Bondage Included

When Sora came to, he was in a dark and unfamiliar place, which was saying quite a bit, considering his adventures. He was also restrained. And naked. He noticed the naked part last.

Sora tried to remember what he'd been doing before he woke up in the dark, naked and with his hands bound together above his head. He'd come home at the end of the day, of course. And then Riku had come over, like usual. And then-

Oh.

"Riku?" he said. "Riku, ok, I get it. Funny ha-ha, right? Can you untie me now? And where are we?" He got no response from the darkness surrounding him. Then, after a very long and very awkward moment, he heard footsteps approaching from his right side. When someone answered him, it was most definitely not Riku.

"Riku?" he asked. "Who's Riku?" The boy's voice was deep and monotone and hostile, even more so than Riku's, which was saying quite a bit, as Riku had all but cornered the market on deep, monotone hostility. Sora turned his head to the direction the sound was coming from.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I know what you're hiding," the boy continued. As far as Sora knew, he was not hiding anything, and even if he was, pretty much everything he had was now hanging out there right in the open. He tried to move his wrists, but the bonds held.

"What!?"

"You thought you could hide from me." With that, the boy stepped into the light. He stood directly in front of Sora's face, and leaned forward, squinting into his eyes. The next word he said with deliberation, demonstrating its significance, even though Sora had no idea what that might be. The boy's lip curled back into a snarl.

"Ventus."

"Who?" Sora gasped. He was looking into a mirror- a dashingly handsome mirror- but one where all the colors had sort of bled together. Well, no, not quite. The colors had been drained away completely. This Sora's hair was jet black, and his skin pale. The only color in his entire face were his bright yellow eyes. Something deep in Sora's subconscious provided a name for his twisted doppelganger.

Vanitas.

Vanitas? Sora thought stupidly.

Vanitas.

"I know you're in there," Vanitas pressed. He seemed more than a little deranged. He was making sense to himself, but not to Sora. "Things are the same now as they've always been. We need to merge." Whoa, wait, what now!? "We need to form the X-blade." Sora frowned.

"I already have a Keyblade-"

"And since the conventional methods didn't work, and you've found a way to hide from me all these years, I'm going to try something new." The entire time he spoke, Vanitas stayed mere inches away. Sora could feel the other's breath on his face. But now, to punctuate something new, Vanitas lifted his hand, and with a single finger, he traced the outline of Sora's jaw. He was wearing gloves, gloves that appeared to be part of a full-body suit not dissimilar to what Riku had worn while channeling darkness. Sora flinched away. He wasn't used to such intimate gestures from strangers. His hands were still firmly tied, but he did manage to use his foot and knee to push Vanitas away from him.

Vanitas laughed.

"Just try not to make this difficult," he said, and with that, he unhooked Sora's hands from whatever was holding them. His wrists were still tied together, however, which made fighting difficult. With the way Vanitas was holding him, he couldn't summon his Keyblade without gutting himself. Then, Vanitas slid his hands to Sora's waist- another too-friendly move that made him bristle- and lifted him clean off the ground.

"Hey," he complained. He went for another kick, but this time, Vanitas was expecting it, and blocked him easily. The double smiled, then opened his mouth. That didn't faze Sora so much, except that Vanitas's mouth didn't stop where a normal mouth would have. It kept opening, contorting his face, widening into a gaping maw that for all appearances wanted nothing more than to swallow Sora whole.

Sora realized with a creeping horror that that was precisely what was about to happen.

His head went in first. The inside of Vanitas's mouth was soft and sticky, and Sora could feel the saliva seeping into his hair, matting it down against his head. The smell coming out of Vanitas's throat made him gag.

"Stop it," he cried out. He was quickly cut off by a slap from the back of Vanitas's tongue. Sora's head was about to slide down the other's throat- a cramped and damp passageway from which there was no escape. He pushed his knee into what felt like a gut, but Vanitas appeared not to feel it at all. He finally summoned his Keyblade, but since his hands were still tied together, he wasn't able to hit anything.

He was stuck.

Vanitas tipped his head back. Sora began to slide, face-first, down into the throat. The passageway was, if it were possible, even more slimy than the mouth, the smell even more disgusting. Muscular walls pushed against Sora's face from all directions, squishing him into an odd expression that felt somewhere between a scream and a grimace. Even though he did his best to keep his mouth closed, some of the thick goo got inside, forcing him to taste Vanitas's fluids.

Sora's shoulders and then chest passed into Vanitas's body as his head fell further down, weighted by slime. Just as he began wondering if his head were about to pop from the pressure, Vanitas's body relented, freeing him from its grip. He instinctively drew a deep breath of air. Unfortunately, the air was so foul that it made him cough- or made him want to, at least, since his chest was trapped in the throat and rather unable to move. Sora felt like he might asphyxiate.

When his chest popped into the open area- what Sora soon realized must have been Vanitas's stomach- he was finally able to take a breath. The air was thin and not especially sweet-smelling, but it was enough to keep Sora conscious. His bound hands were moving down the throat, now, and then his hips. The stomach became much less roomy as more of his body was swallowed, and he found himself with the side of his face shoved up against a squishy membrane, with his arms buckled underneath. His neck ached. Only his legs were left on the outside, and Vanitas was using both arms to hold them still. In Sora's current position, he was unable to get any meaningful struggling done. Vanitas's body forced his back to arch against the stomach wall to make room for his legs. As his thighs entered the stomach, he curled into a sort of natural fetal position. The throat muscles managed to dislocate one of his ankles, but Sora was getting so light-headed that he barely noticed the pain. His feet and finally his toes were squished into the stomach, and with a soft pop, the sac closed around him. He hung, curled and upside-down, suspended inside Vanitas's body.

Vanitas finished the meal slowly. With some effort, his stomach managed to close over the last of Sora, but the weight of his stomach unbalanced him. He tipped forward, but when he tried to right himself, he overcompensated, and fell backwards onto his ass. His legs were forced open to make room for his belly, round and pink, the movements inside just barely visible. While using one hand to keep himself upright, he rested the other on his swollen stomach and let out a loud belch.

"See, Ventus?" he said smugly. "It took me eleven years to find you. But now- now you'll have to become a part of me."

Sora heard Vanitas speak. The words still meant nothing to him. He could feel a hand rubbing him- or rather, the stomach- in slow circles. The motion was relaxing, even as un-relaxed as Sora felt. He was beginning to drift off.

No! he thought to himself. Sleep bad. How did people usually keep themselves awake? He had to pinch himself. His hands were tied together, pushed under his face, but he should be able to pinch himself, right? Pinch me, I'm dreaming, he thought bitterly, and with some maneuvering, he got his fingers up to his cheek. He took a very shallow breath- the only kind inside of Vanitas- and prepared himself for a sharp pain. And then-  

And then?

And then, Sora woke up.

A quick wiggling of his fingers and toes reassured him that he was back in his own bed, at home, where he belonged. Riku was snoring rather loudly, lying on his stomach, with one arm draped carelessly over Sora's abs. In any case, Sora was most definitely not inside of a stomach, not Vanitas's nor anyone else's. It wouldn't be the first time exceptionally raunchy sex had given him weird dreams, and it wouldn't be the last, to be sure.

Riku sensed that he was awake, and began to stir.

"Sora?" he slurred. "Y'ok?"

"Yeah," said Sora. "Just a bad dream, that's all."

"S'ok." Riku rolled over onto his other side, taking most of the blankets with him. Sora sighed.

Swallowed alive by a guy who looks just like me, he thought. What a stupid dream. Sora snuggled up behind Riku, and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist. In minutes, his breathing fell in sync with Riku's, and before long, he was drifting off into a gratefully dreamless sleep.

Deep in Sora's subconscious, however, malevolent forces were stirring.

Soon, Ventus… Soon.