VPG's Collection of Stories.

Steven Universe AU!!!!!

(( MONTHS IN THE MAKING; IT'S FINALLY HERE! THE SU AU! (Yes, the airport au is still being written, it's almost done, dw.) ))

Everything was quiet.

Scott sighed, biting into his lettuce and tomato sandwich and crunching on it. His feet kicked aimlessly at the side of the stage he was sitting on. Somewhere in the distance, a clock ticked and tocked to itself. There was perfect quiet in the Dining Hall, and Scott wouldn't disturb the peace for a second. He turned to look at Vincent, who was sitting beside him, and smiled slightly. There was something oddly comforting about having Vincent around. No words were spoken, and yet Scott didn't feel lonely - on the contrary, he felt content.

He wondered if he should tell him.

The thought flitted across his mind for one second. It seemed like it would be so easy to do. Surely, all he had to do was open his mouth and the words would fall right out of it.

And yet... he didn't want to ruin what they had. Not over some stupid fluttering of the heart, anyway.

Vincent spoke without looking at him, his voice dull, "You're staring."

Scott jumped slightly, his words sounding so loud in the quiet. Flushing, he looked back down at his knees, "Sorry, I didn't notice." Ugh. Vincent was so formal, always so distant. Why was it that his mysterious demeanour was so alluring?

Vincent sighed, leaning back on the Show Stage and resting on his elbows, "You ever fused, Scott?"

Scott's eyes widened slightly. He put his sandwich down on the plate beside him, his face shading with colour, "I... Um, well..." He cleared his throat, "W-Well, no." He admitted at last, feeling ridiculously stupid.

"No?" Vincent hummed, looking amused. "That doesn't surprise me."

Scott scoffed, unable to help feeling offended. The first time Vincent talked about something other than work, and it was to insult him? "Excuse you? What do you mean by that?"

"You just don't seem confident enough," Vincent explained. "I can't imagine you being bold enough to make the first move."

Scott glared childishly, his whole face pink. "W-Well, t-that's a load of rubbish! O-of course I can make the first move. I'm not a coward, Vincent."

Vincent laughed, "I suppose you just haven't found 'The One' yet, huh? That's what they all say. Saving up your first fuse for someone special..." He shook his head. "Wimp."

Scott's eyes narrowed even further. He glowered at Vincent, adrenaline running through his veins with every breath, and then, in a blur of movement and a rush of all kinds of different emotions, Scott somehow found himself on his hands and knees over Vincent, "V-Vincent, I-" He swallowed, "I want you to fuse with me!"

Vincent's eyes widened for one second, and then they narrowed, as Vincent smirked, "Oh, really?"

"R-Really," Scott insisted, determined to prove that he could go through with it.

Vincent chuckled, a deep, almost mocking sound. He pushed himself up from where he was lying down, so close that their bodies were little more than a centimetre from touching. He whispered teasingly against Scott's lips, "Alright then. Let's fuse."

Scott had to bite down on his lip hard to stop from letting out a small whimper, his heart beating so fast he was sure he was about to faint. He couldn't believe it! His first fusion! With Vincent?! He was so nervous, and the way Vincent was staring him down wasn't helping. It was like Scott was his new playtoy, and he was determined to tease him until the tension made it impossible for Scott to go through with it.