Just letting y'all know this one will be intended for a slightly more mature audience than the last, since this chapter is to do with Vincent and Scott having a discussion about their situation, and may include some mention of his periods and sexual organs/preferences. Just so y'all know and don't end up finding yourself either in an awkward situation w/ family lookin' over your shoulder or reading something you're not comfortable with! <3 Look after yourselves.

IDK IF THE ENDING RUINS THE CUTENESS BUT,,,, 

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i have... no excuse? i ho pe it's ok ay i jsut re al iy w an ted it to end liek tha t fcuk im sorry. ))

"Well," Scott mumbled quietly, his thigh resting against Vincent's as he held out the phone in trembling fingers, "That's it, I guess." 

Vincent reached out to take the phone from Scott so that it would stop trembling and he could see it clearly. It depicted a pre-transition Scott. He was throwing up a peace sign at the camera, his long brown hair down at least halfway down his back. He still had breasts, and was wearing a chocolate brown school uniform that consisted of a blazer and skirt with a golden trim. 

"Wow," Vincent muttered, zooming up slightly on Scott, "You were really beautiful back then."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Scott flinch back, obviously hurt. His eyebrows furrowed into a scowl and he reached for his phone back. 

"Uh, I mean- For a boy, of course," Vincent stammered out, quickly correcting himself as he handed his phone back to him. "You were a pretty boy back then." 

"I hated it," Scott locked Vincent's eyes. "I hated every torturous moment. I hated every time someone called me beautiful, and I hated every time somebody called me 'she'. I hated that my chest grew even though I didn't want it to. I hated that people just assumed. Vincent, you have no idea... no idea how confined I felt, not even in my body as much as... in my self-expression. I hated that people couldn't realise that just because I had a typical 'girl's body' doesn't have to mean I am one." 

"I'm sorry," Vincent whispered, pulling his eyes away and glancing down, "I didn't... I didn't mean... That's not what I was trying to insinuate." 

Scott stared at him a moment more, and then sighed, reaching out and putting a hand on Vincent's knee, "It's okay. You're trying your hardest. I appreciate that you'd go to all this trouble just to stay with me. Most guys... most guys figure I'm not worth the effort. It means a lot, Vincent. It really does."  

Vincent let himself look back up at Scott's eyes again, smiling slightly, "Scott, I would never let you go. Not for all the money in the world. The relationship I've had with you has been, okay, a little odd at times, but it's been the best six months of my life so far. I mean that. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Oh, you romantic cheesy dork," Scott laughed, but Vincent saw tears spring to his eyes, "That's such a lie," he sniffed quietly, leaning forward to kiss Vincent gently, "I love you." 

"I love you, too," Vincent kissed him back, not a serious kiss but rather a peck on the lips that lingered just slightly too long. He let his hands slip down to Scott's waist, and didn't let go even when he'd long since pulled away. 

"So..." he prompted, his thumb rubbing against the bare skin just above the line of Scott's pants, "Do you take medication, then? Your voice is pretty deep for a-" he blinked, "For it to be your natural voice." 

Scott winced slightly, grimacing, "Vincent, I hope you understand that I was never a girl, not even when I was born. I was born a boy, just... Not 'in the wrong body' but in a body that was assumed to belong to a female person."

"Of course," Vincent nodded, "Of course I understand that, Scott, it's not like I think you're any less a man than I thought you were yesterday night. I'm sorry, I just... I guess I've never really given much thought to this stuff before... before you, and it's taking me some time to adjust." 

"I know," Scott sighed, "This is just going to take a lot of patience and time and understanding. From both of us. I hope you know you can ask me anything, okay? Because communication... communication is what's going to keep us together," He scooted forward into the gap between Vincent's thighs, "Yes. I take hormone therapy. I used to do it DIY, but... I had... a nasty experience. So now I go to a therapist twice a month, um..." Scott laughed softly, "She... She's been mad at me ever since we became official since I kept refusing to come out to you. She kept saying she wasn't going to force me to come out but I could tell she thought I was just going to get my heart broken. She was so worried about me. Um... I told her I came out to you this morning. She cried on the phone. She thinks you're wonderful. She says you should come along to my next therapy session so she can inform you of, well, everything you need to know about the rest of the process."

"I'd absolutely love to go," Vincent leaned forward, peppering Scott's forehead with kisses, "So that's where you kept sneaking off to every second Thursday. I was starting to think you were either cheating on me or you had some kind of secret club you went to."

Scott giggled, allowing himself to be showered in affection. To be an open trans man and be kissed and cuddled and loved by his boyfriend. It was the best feeling in the entire world, Scott was certain nothing would ever top it as long as he lived. 

Vincent certainly didn't disappoint in that department. He pulled Scott forwards onto his lap and wrapped him close in his arms. His body was so warm and soft, and still his lips drifted over Scott's jaw, the corner of his mouth, down his neck, the latter of which sent warmth buzzing gently through his entire body. 

"I love you," Scott muttered, finally turning his own face into Vincent's neck, pressing soft kisses against him, cupping the other side of his face with his hand, sighing gently when Vincent's lips brushed over the spot where his neck and shoulder connected, "Thank you. Thank you so much, for everything. I love you so much." 

"I love you more," Vincent squeezed his hips, burying his nose into Scott's hair, "I knew I was done for the moment I saw you. By the end of our first date I had fallen so deeply in love. You're the man I want to marry, Scott." 

"So are you for me," Scott replied, placing a kiss at the base of Vincent's throat, letting his teeth nibble gently on his collar bone, "I never want you to let go of me, ever again." 

"There's..." Vincent cleared his throat slightly, pulling away and putting a little distance between the two of them, "There's one more thing I want to ask about."

"What's that?" Scott smiled, his eyes still filled with love as he let his hand stroke Vincent's cheek. 

"What about... what about... sex?" Vincent choked out hesitantly, fiddling with his fingers and trying desperately not to glance downwards, "I mean not that I was... thinking about it just then when we were kissing... Okay. Maybe I was thinking about it a little. Anyway, my point is you... you have a... a... I mean, you were... born with... with a..."

"Vagina?" Scott prompted, raising an eyebrow. He didn't look insulted. He looked amused, if anything at all.

"Uh, yeah, that," Vincent swallowed, and then laughed, "You just said it so easily. I can never say it that easily." 

Scott shrugged slightly, "It's something I've had to talk about a lot with my therapist and my family, in one context or another. I guess I'm not really ashamed when it comes to my occasional periods - I've pretty much stopped since therapy," he added quickly after seeing Vincent's face pale, "But if I miss a pill it can occasionally come back - or my ovaries or my vagina. Um, as for my view on it, well... it's a part of me. I'm a man, right? So I guess I'm just a man with a vagina. A man who still has ovaries and a uterus. It's as simple as that in my mind. I mean, I am saving up for surgery, but that's still a long way in the future. As far as sex goes?" Scott hummed slightly, adjusting himself on Vincent's lap, "I... I think I'd prefer vaginal sex. Just because... that feels more natural, to me... I figure that's a safer way to go around it, since that's where it's supposed to happen. But you'll need to use a condom, um... there's very little chance of me getting pregnant because of the therapy, but it's not impossible and since I don't want to play around with mixing hormone therapy with contraceptives, I really don't want to risk it." 

"Okay," Vincent nodded, "I'm happy with that. Whatever makes you more comfortable. Is there anything else I need to know?"

"Some things, but they're not too important since I don't know to what degree they effect me. It would be easier to work them out in the bedroom..." Scott bit his lip, looking hesitant, and then leaned in, his lips hovering just above Vincent's, "For the record, when we were kissing before? I was thinking about it, too." He tilted his head, and pressed his lips against Vincent's.

Vincent's eyes shot open, surprised by the sudden kiss. But by the time he could question it he couldn't think anymore, Scott's lips parting and his tongue pushing into Vincent's mouth, and Vincent melted, heat flooding him all at once. One of them moaned but he wasn't sure who, and he sunk slowly back into the couch cushion, pulling Scott down with him.