((Go look at: It's A Date (Part One) from Set Up for some amazing fanart. NOSEBLEED WARNING: this chapter is more mature than previous ones. wHOOPS. Sorry. Proceed with caution. (A star is included as warning for those who would like to skip it :3 ). ))

"So, I guess you wouldn't be comfortable sharing a bed with me, huh?"

Scott blinked at Vincent, "Um... I'm staying the night?"

"Well, yeah," Vincent said, eating a forkful of his dinner, "That's okay, right? You don't need to be anywhere tomorrow morning?"

"Uh, no. It's fine, I just wasn't expecting it," Scott looked down at his meal. It was beautifully cooked, he almost didn't want to eat it. Only it tasted as amazing as it looked. He took another mouthful.

"What I'm asking is, would you like to sleep in your own room? I have the other room made up just in case," Vincent suggested.

"That would be great, thanks," Scott said, "Also... this is the best food I've ever eaten..." He ate another few mouthfuls.

Vincent chuckled, "I can tell. You've demolished half the plate in the..." He looked at his watch and cocked an eyebrow, "Two minutes we've been eating."

Scott grinned, shrugging, "What can I say? I'm a fast eater."

"Mm, that's a good thing. I like a guy with an appetite~" Vincent growled slightly, before going back to eating casually, as if he hadn't said a thing.

"And I like a guy who can cook~" Scott replied, grinning.

Vincent leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes, "Well, well. Look who's actually flirting back for once."

Scott shrugged again, "It's about time I got you back for all the times you've made me flustered."

"Oh? Are you telling me you're going to make me flustered?" Vincent chuckled, "I'd love to see you try~"

* Skip until next star :)

"Wanna bet?" Scott grinned mischievously, then, without any warning, he suddenly doubled over, "Aah~"

Vincent's eyes widened and his grin disappeared, "What are you doing?"

"Ngh~ Vincent~" Scott breathed, panting heavily.

Vincent froze, "Oh. Oh no. Don't you dare!"

"Vincent~ Ohh~ D-Don't stop~" Scott groaned.

Vincent felt heat rush to his face, "You little tease, Scott. Stop it right now."

"A-Ah~ I-It feels so goood~" Scott gasped, clutching at the table.

* Nosebleed averted!

"Okay, okay, okay!" Vincent practically yelped, "You win. I'm flustered. Now, stop it!"

Scott straightened back up, grinning slyly, "Gotcha."

Vincent glared at Scott, "That's unfair. I don't tease you like that."

"Don't you?" Scott asked "What about the way our last date ended, huh?"

"Aww, that was just a bit of fun..." Vincent rolled his eyes.

"It wasn't fun for me," Scott said, frowning slightly.

Vincent sighed, "Fine, whatever. Sorry."

"Doesn't matter," Scott said, "I got you back fair and square. So we're even."

"For now," Vincent agreed grudgingly, then he stood up, whisking away Scott's empty plate. "You go upstairs and have a look at the room. I'll follow up after I'm done here."

"M'kay," Scott walked upstairs to his room. He looked out of the window, leaning on the window sill. It looked right out over the park. It was a really beautiful view. He could see couples walking around, illuminated by the street lights.

"You like it?" Vincent asked from behind him, causing Scott to jump and spin around, clutching at his chest.

"Vincent! Don't do that!"

Vincent chuckled, "So, everything's to your liking? There's a spare toothbrush in the bathroom, and there should be spare pyjamas in your cupboard."

"You think of everything," Scott smiled, "It's perfect, thank you."

"Good. Well, then, I'll let you get some beauty sleep - not that you need it~ First, though, how about a goodnight kiss?"

Scott wrinkled up his nose, "Ew, don't say that. You sound like my Dad. But, I'd be happy to kiss you anytime~" He wrapped his arms around Vincent's neck, bringing their lips together.

Vincent kissed him back softly, his hands making their way to Scott's hips and eyes shutting. Kissing Scott felt like nobody else he'd ever kissed. Something was different when their lips met. His chest buzzed contentedly, and Scott tasted like nothing else.

Scott pulled away, "Thanks for everything, Vin."

"No problem, Scott," Vincent gazed at him for a moment more, then sighed, "Well. I'll leave you to it."

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"Vincent! Wake up! Viiiiiiiiiincent!"

Vincent groaned, pulling his eyes open.

Scott was leaning over him excitedly, wearing Vincent's old pyjamas - despite them being a good three sizes too big. He leaned down and kissed Vincent good morning, then grinned, reminding Vincent of an excited puppy, "It snowed last night!"

"The first snow of the season?" Vincent asked, "How much?"

"It's everywhere! Let's go outside and make snowmen or something."

Vincent laughed, "You're acting like a 5-year-old, Scott. You're 26. Calm down."

"Not until you agree to help me build an igloo," Scott replied, glaring at Vincent threateningly.

* Really, Vincent?

Vincent narrowed his eyes, "But Scott... It's so cold. I could do with some warming up~ You got any idea of some sort of... oh, I don't know... physical activity we can do?~"

Scott's eyes widened, "W-What?"

Vincent rolled them over so he was on top, leaning over Scott, "What do you think? Hmm?"

Scott's breathing deepened, feeling nervous, "I-I don't know, Vin..."

"Aw, c'mon..." Vincent leaned down, pressing his lips against Scott's neck, "Just give it a try."

Scott blushed furiously, "V-Vincent, I..."

"No need to be nervous," Vincent soothed, kissing gently along Scott's neck, "Relax, and enjoy yourself~"

Scott let out a breath, sighing, "I... O-Okay..."

"Good boy~" Vincent continued to kiss against his neck, before changing lips for teeth.

Scott cried out, pleasure surging through his body in waves. A soft sound escaped from his lips, and Vincent growled.

"That's the sound I've been waiting so long to hear~" He sucked gently on the skin, causing Scott to whimper slightly.

Vincent moved from his neck, kissing down his collarbone. He brought his hands up, slowly unbuttoning Scott's pyjama shirt.

* Boop.

Suddenly, something else gripped at Scott. A wave of fear overtook him, "Vincent," he warned.

Vincent paused, looking up at him, "You want me to stop?"

"Y-Yes please," Scott said, swallowing past the lump that had formed in his throat.

Vincent grinned, "Trust me."

"Wait, what?" Scott's eyes widened.

"I said," Vincent sunk lower against Scott's body, "Trust. Me."

Scott felt panic consume him. He's not stopping. Oh, my gawd, he's not stopping! "V-Vincent, I mean it! Stop it! You're scaring m-Ahaha!"

Vincent had leaned down, blowing a raspberry on Scott's stomach.

"Ew!" Scott giggled, relief washing over him. A very welcome feeling, "Gross!"

Vincent tickled Scott's stomach.

Scott jerked, writhing, "Ahaha! Hey, stop that! Ahaha! Vincent!"

Vincent chuckled, letting go of Scott and leaning up to kiss him.

Scott giggled a little more into Vincent's mouth, then pushed him away, glaring, "You seriously scared me for a moment, Vincent."

"I'm sorry," Vincent smiled, wiping the hair out of Scott's face, "I just wanted you to know that you can trust me. I'd never do something to you non-consensually. You understand?"

"I understand," Scott smiled, but then the smile disappeared, "And I'm sorry for being such a tease..."

"Hey, don't  worry about it," Vincent smiled, "You take your time, Scott. I'm a big boy. I can handle myself~ Now let's go make an igloo!" Vincent exclaimed, sitting up.

"Yeah!" Scott cheered, buttoning up his shirt, "I hope you have extra snow gear."

((This chapter is important to story yet is also dedicated to LumaTheCreative. Go read their oneshot book! It's amazing. There's a chapter that's similar (?) to this. I used the idea - with their permission - to help get rid of the headcanon that Vincent is a rapist. I won't tag them because I know they feel slightly uncomfortable with mature themes, and I can respect that, and wouldn't want them - or anybody - to feel uncomfortable on my account.

Anyone who makes a frozen reference - gtfo.))