Your Anoying (Vessel x III)

6. Help me... III!?

Warning: Rape!🔞

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"I-I love you.~"

"I think I love you too," Vessel said with big, puppy eyes.

Something inside III broke at Vessel's words. He didn't realise how much he wanted to hear Vessel say those words until they finally left his lips. He felt like he'd been kicked in the chest by a horse but he didn't care.

"I want you to do something for me," III whispered, his voice hoarse with emotions.

He took Vessel by the hand and squeezed it. "Break up with your boyfriend."

Vessel looked flabbergasted by III's request, and... scared? "III... he would kill me if I do so."

III frowned in response as he realised how serious the situation was. His jaw tightened as he took in Vessel's words. How did he manage a relationship with someone who would threaten to murder Vessel if he tried to leave? Or if he even attempted to bring it up?

"He would kill you?" A wave of fear washed over III as he thought of Vessel in danger. Had Vessel's boyfriend hurt him in the past? Was Vessel being abused on top of everything else? III's eyes widened as he considered all the possibilities.

III froze. He felt sick to his stomach. Did Vessel really mean that? Would Vessel's boyfriend kill him if he found out? III's brain seemed to stop working, the only things that made sense in that moment were Vessel's feelings toward III.

Alarm bells rang in III's head. III squeezed Vessel's hand in response. His grip was firm but gentle. He hoped Vessel could feel the message behind his touch. He didn't want to push Vessel but he wanted him to make good, healthy choices.

"Vess, he's not good for you." III's voice was quiet despite the busy coffee shop around them. III put his other hands on Vessel's hips, bringing him closer. "Vess, I want you to be happy. Don't let someone treat you badly."

"I-I know..." Vessel was scared but felt a sense of comfort at the same time because of III's touch.

III wanted to kiss Vessel, to tell him every feeling that had been building up. But he knew that now wasn't the time. It would only scare Vessel. He smiled down at Vessel, his eyes kind and caring.

III squeezed Vessel's hips as he tilted his head in concern. He didn't want Vessel to be afraid, he wanted him to feel safe, so III kept his voice gentle but stern. "I want you, Vess, but- but I want you to be happy and safe."

He paused as he squeezed Vessel's hips and stared at him intently. "Break up with him and we'll figure everything else out. Okay, baby?" Without giving Vessel time to respond, III put his hands on Vessel's face and held him so he could look him in the eyes.

"B-baby...?" Vessel asked, a small blush creeping upon his face as he looked into III's eyes.

III's eyebrows raised and he quickly tried to cover his own flustered face. "I... uh..."

III pulled his hands back from Vessel's face and started twisting his fingers together. He was trying really hard not to feel awkward and embarrassed. He didn't mean to call Vessel, "baby." It had just slipped out.

And then, his blush crept up to his cheeks when he noticed that Vessel had a blush. "I- uh... oh gosh, I'm sorry."

Vessel burst out laughing as he saw III's flustered face. "So you get embarrassed by accidentally calling me 'baby,' but when you... you know suck me off, in the dressing room, you're not?" III let out a startled wheeze before he laughed too, his heart beating so hard inside his chest that it hurt.