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Repent for me oh boy of sun (ONESHOT) Vanitas/Noe

((Warning for some explicet or sexually suggestive content))

(Also posted on A03 if you prefer)

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A soft gasp slipped from parted lips, as the feeling of sharp fangs against heated skin drew a tingling sensation unlike any other, magenta eyes shone in a dazed and distracted way, as the white-haired vampire swallowed a lump in his throat, no matter how often Vanitas drank from him, Noe was sure he would never get used to the feeling.

It felt like only yesterday that Vanitas was human, only yesterday was the idea of the curse bearer drinking blood was impossible, and yet here they were, in a dimly lit grand room, candlelight flittering about as Noe sat neck bared to the lord who sat behind him, Originally, he had offered his wrist to be bitten, but as most things were with Vanitas, that was not enough, the dark-haired man always wanted more.

So instead, his wrist had been grabbed and head pulled back and to the side, to reveal the smooth expanse of venerable skin, begging to be pierced.

His eyes fluttered shut with a small whimper as a low chuckle vibrated against his pulse point. Fangs glistening as the light of the moon slowly spilled into the room, dragging with it a silver glow of beauty to everything it touches, creeping its way to the large 4 poster bed, but still not daring to touch the hungry vampire in the shadows.

“How magnificent Noe~ I suppose the moon adores you as much as you adore it” Vanitas mused, blue eyes flashing to red for a brief second, before returning to darkened blue, His voice was barely a whisper, but the smile could be heard with-in his tone, it was a teasing and lighthearted, but it failed to calm Noe’s racing heart.

The shorter of the two allowed his eyes to trail over the man before him, from his dark skin lacking any blemish, to how his white hair seemed to glow like some celestial being in the moonlight, to those wonderfully hazy eyes that seemed to silently beg for someone, anyone, to take the lead so he wouldn’t have to think anymore.

His gaze was slowly drawn to the parted lips that gasped silently with quick breaths, plump with bites from earlier that day when Vanitas decided he needed a little snack, slowly a gloved hand slipped its way around Noe, dragging its way upward till a thumb pushed down on said lip, making the vampire wince slightly, before he greedily drunk in the sensation of pain like it was the last tartin in existence.

Seeing how he leaned into the simple touch, another laugh slipped from Vanitas, before he leaned forward once more, lips dragging against skin as he searched for the perfect place to place his bite. It was not often that Noe was so docile and so willing to please. So eager to present himself to Vanitas like he was supposed to. Though he would never dare to admit it out loud the freshly turned vampire had to admit that it was quite cute, not as entertaining as the usual Noe who quite often had to be fought into submission and even then, he would grumble only allowing Vanitas to bite at his wrist at most, but it certainly was a change of pace, a good one at that as he could practically hear the blood rushing through Noe’s veins from here.

His heightened sense of smell focusing on the smell of lavender, earth and freshly baked goods from the being before him, the black-haired man would be the first to say that he didn’t have a sweet tooth, but he couldn’t help but to find the unmistakably sweet scent of Noe absolutely intoxicating.

It was scent that was burned into his memory, from the first time he had the pleasure of smelling to, to the weeks after where it no longer lingered in the air, almost driving Vanitas to madness when he couldn’t find the source.

Nudging white hair aside with his nose Vanitas mouthed against the junction between the vampires' neck and shoulder, deciding that this would be the ideal place to stake his claim.

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It had been 4 months since Vanitas ‘died’ and then came back to life with the help of the book of vanitas, No one was really sure how it worked or how thing’s had happened, but one moment Vanitas was dead after a rather gruesome battle between himself and Noe on the command of Lord Ruthven, and then 4 days later he appeared in front of Noe and Jeanne caked in mud and demanding to know why he awoke in a coffin 6 feet under, before promptly collapsing to the floor with a fever.

Noe had been sure he had been hallucinating from grief or perhaps guilt, as attacking Vantis was certainty not out of his own free will, but out of a command from Lord Ruthven. But the moment Vanitas hit the floor and Jeanne’s teacup slipped from her shaking hands with a crash, Noe was out of his seat faster than a bullet and scooping Vanitas from the floor, still in shock but determined to make sure his companion lived, with Jeanne on his heels the two made their way to one place they knew they could count on some protection and perhaps answers to this occurrence. Altus.

With-in days the two had pieced together what they had believed to of happened, the night of the battle took place during the blue moon, the night that the first vampire of the blue moon Vanitas was born, ironic if you asked Noe, but it seemed as though the book had no intentions of letting it’s wielder simply perish, and with the aid of the book and a conveniently placed bite mark left by Noe in the fight, the turning phase begun.

No Vampire alive could ever admit to witnessing a human turning into one of their own, but here Vanitas was, for 3 weeks in and out of consciousness with a fever, screaming in his sleep, as his body temperature dropped slowly but surely, and his canines enlarged.

For those 3 weeks Noe never left Vanitas bed side, mostly out of shame, he wanted to make it up to Vanitas as much as he could, though he was sure he would never truly be forgiven for bringing this ...curse onto the young man.

Jeanne wished to stay and help as much as possible, but Noe insisted that she at least leave for some rest, As Vanitas would most likely need her once he awoke, because to successfully complete the turning process the turned must drink the blood of another, and the other must be close enough to them to form a strong bond, so with that she hesitantly took her leave to rest every few hours.

But much to everyone's surprise When Vanitas awoke. Parched and in desperate need of completing the ritual, causing him to fall into a spiral of instincts and to land himself in a feral state. It was not Jeanne he leaped towards but Noe, Noe had fought him off to wake Vanitas out of this place he had found himself in and direct him towards Jeanne, who was frightened but still offered her neck to him, the neck offering was more than enough as Vanitas latched on, he drank but quickly pulled back with a hiss as though repulsed.

With his heightened senses he could smell everything, he could hear everything, and he could see things he normally could not, it was over whelming, and paired with the desire to feed it was too much, the black haired man fell to his knees covering his ears, eyes shut tight, Jeanne’s floral scent was making his stomach churn and twist in the worst possible way, the smell of her blood did not please him, he didn’t like it, he didn’t want it, but then a sweet scent caught his nose and though he did not know who it came from he wanted it, he wanted it so badly, that he blindly followed the scent and with a vice like grip grabbed onto where it was coming from and bit down, biting down of Noe’s clothed shoulder.

The Taller had hissed but did not pull back, it would be too dangerous to try and take a feral vampire away from its meal, even if that meal were him, and if this was going to help Vanitas then so be it.

His eyes drifted shut as he accepted this fate. Once Vanitas woke up Noe was sure that he would latch onto Jeanne and that this bite was only a case of the blue-eyed man trying to get used to these new instincts, he drunk his fill, before slouching, red eyes bleeding back to blue and then he fell back asleep for another 4 days.

Noe left on the 2nd day, to return to Paris, there was still work to be done, and believed it best to give Vanitas some space and time before they met again, the white-haired man did not know how he would be able to explain this situation to Vanitas without falling down and begging for forgiveness, his own guilt still eating him alive.

So he did the cowardly thing and left Jeanne to explain this to Vanitas, with her help at least the man may be able to grasp the new world around him better, she would offer him protection, even though Noe was sure Vanitas wouldn’t need it, the man already proved to be a threat to the Vampires as a human so one could only imagine the threat he would pose now that he was one of their own.

Vanitas would do well without him for the next while, he would be able to adapt better without him. Noe was sure of it! This was for the greater good!

But how wrong Noe was.

He had been right about Vanitas posing a threat, in a mere 2 months the man had made quite a name for himself among the Nobel vampires. Climbing through the ranks like the mad man he was, Noe was not aware of how high Vanitas stood on the ladder, he was unaware until the day he was dragged off the streets of Paris Atlus by 3 hooded strangers and pulled into Atlus, before finding himself thrown at the feet of someone he once considered a friend, and perhaps something more than that.

It had been a tense reunion, with Noe unsure of what to say and Vanitas piercing gaze staring down at him harshly. The laws of the human world did not travel to Atlus instead they held their own laws, and though murder could go unpunished in this world, Noe still hung low his head in shame and guilt, apologies hanging off his lips and tears welling in his eyes, but before a single apologies could slip from his lips Vanitas spoke, voice cold and calculated.

“Do you regret it? If you regret it accept the punishment, I give you.” his stare was terrifying sending a sharp shiver through the kneeling vampires spine, but despite all this Noe found himself nodding, he had been filled with so much regret, so much guilt, first from louis and now from Vanitas, but unlike Louis he had a chance to make it up to someone now, he had the chance to redeem himself, so he was quick to plead, the lack of sleep making his mind hazy and his self-respect falter, only able to whole heartedly agree.

“I will Vanitas, I’ll do it!” Noe knew that Vanitas was no saint, that whatever the punishment it would not be easy, but he would ensure it, believing it would be torture or some kind of servitude, he was prepared for that, he was ready for that, he was even ready for death, but what he was not ready for was the familiar mischievous grin to make its way to his companions lips.

And for a gloved hand to reach down, the cold leather like an electric current against Noe’s skin, brushing against his jaw, as fingers danced down to his chin, gripping it tightly between a thumb and index finger.

“Do you swear? Whatever the punishment, you will accept it?” he had leaned himself lower, blue eyes now level with Noe’s reflective purple, Dark in the light of the room but still seeming to glow as if they were a light source all of their own. It was hypnotizing, and Noe blindly nodded along, wide Nieve eyes far too trusting for vanitas liking.

The hand moved, dragging up Noe’s cheek till a finger brushed right under the vampires left eye, causing him to close it from reflex, confused on why Vanitas was being so touchy, but not hating it either, “I swear” Noe responded, his one open eye moving back to the man in front of him, feeling like some sort of animal that was being petted or played with in this situation. Still kneeling on the floor in front of Vanitas feet.

Noe held his breath as suddenly a hand grasped his coat and pulled him upwards, “good” he was now practically sitting on vanitas, the only thing stopping him from doing so was how his own hands held onto the back of the chair, leaving him to loom over the sitting person instead.

“Your punishment...” vanitas continued, reaching back to one of Noe’s wrists, tugging Noes left hand towards his lips, turning it and slipping the white glove slowly and carefully from the hand, revealing a smooth and unblemished pretty thing, with long fingers and well-kept nails, Vanitas seemed to inspect it for a moment, eyes twinkling in silence curiosity, before he raised it, his nose brushing against the pulse point of the thin skin of the wrist, and with a deep breath, he took in the scent he had craved since the moment of his awakening.

Noe had been completely lost as too what Vanitas was up to for the past few moments, but when the cold tip of the nose brushed his skin, the vampire could not help the small sound that escaped his, his cheeks flaring up into a pretty crimson in embarrassment, he attempted to tug it away but Vanitas only tightened his grip, lazy eyes opening, to reveal the reflection of the sky bleeding out to a vicious bloody red.

A clear indicator of what was to come, with a racing heart Noe’s eyes widened, and the horror set in for what he had just signed himself up for. His scandalized expression causing a rather joyful laugh to bubble its way out of Vanitas.

“You indebted yourself to me Noe~ take responsibility for your words.”

His mouth opened wide, a full body shudder running through Noe as a warm tounge dragged across his dark skin, tasting the salt on his skin without any shame. Vanitas gave the man before him one last look before Fang’s sunk deep into the wrist without mercy, dragging a silent cry from Noe’s gasping mouth, having been bitten by quite a few vampires Noe should have been used to the sensation by now, but this was not something he could ever get used to.

Vanitas was greedy by nature, always wanting more always doing what pleased himself, and that traveled into how he drank blood, when he first turned he was revolted by the idea, he hated the taste and no matter how much he tried to drink he would end up sick afterward, it felt wrong, the only time it had felt right was the first time he drank from Noe, from the sweet scent to how rich it tasted on his tounge, Vanitas wanted it, and the fact that Noe was nowhere to be found made him want it more, he always wanted things he knew he couldn’t have, and Noe would not be the acceptation.

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But bringing us back to the present, Vanitas smiled against Noe’s neck, it had been a few months since Noe came to be at Vanitas side, since Noe agreed to repent for the sin of murder, and what a wonderful few months those had been, cold lips softly kissed at heated skin before fangs found their placement and sunk down into the pleasuring warmth, a moan threatening to roll off the dark-haired vampires tounge, if it were not for his mouth currently being full.

He was able to save face in silence, gloveless hands traveling along the vast expense of his lover’s mostly clothed body. Yes, his lover. There was no official title for them or label, they preferred it that way, Vanitas being the free spirt that he was not enjoying the idea of being tied down with a simple phrase, but if anyone were to make a move on his naive and warm hearted Noe who annoyingly enough was completely oblivious to other’s forward advances, Vanitas was quick to swipe in and steal his lover away before the nasty feeling of jealousy could raise its ugly head.

Vanitas was no fool, he knew how sought-after Noe was, even if he could not see it himself, The vampire was a beautiful creature, powerful in how he fought, and held vast knowledge on anything you could find in a book, his appearance stood out with thick white hair, and shining Lilac eyes that made his skin glow and look even more warm and touchable, Skin in which the sun seemed to bleed through its very veins, with how beautifully shaded it was, as though the sun itself kissed such skin, blessing a creature of the night with such an invitng shade, as though it also wanted to remind these creatures of the beauty daylight could bring. the skin that Vanitas loved to touch as much as possible once they were alone, that he loved to kiss and bite.

And yet even in the moonlight, his apperance was still much loved, with sharp rays of white and blue, highlighting each angle and curve of the vampires handsome face, dusting his white lashes in a glow unlike anyother, causing violet eyes to become more striking and captivating in eternal beauty. It wasnt the first time Vanitas found his thoughts wandering on one question he could never quite find an answer to, Many nights like tonight when Vanitas also found himself struck with confusion on how no one dared to take this man for themselves till him.

Noe was a rarity among vampires and humans alike, kindhearted and open minded, loving both humans and vampires equally, but he was still strong willed and determined when it came to doing what he saw as right, The Vampire may of also had a few flaws, but how he veiwed the world was not one of them, He veiwed it with such an honest and yet pure veiw, seeing life for what if could be and not what it was, despite his ability being one that caused him to live life in the past, if he ever wished to drink. His only weakness appeared to be that of his easily forgiving nature on matters that concerned him.

Vanitas may be beautiful and well sought after himself, but he was aware of that, there was a certain romantic charm to someone who was unaware of the effect they held over others, and for once Vanitas was glad for Noe’s oblivious tendencies, because it meant he would be the only romantic prospect on the others’ mind.

Vanitas had lost himself in his thoughts and only came out of them, when Noe gave a sudden jolt, flitching with a breathy moan as the fang’s sunk deeper into supple flesh, Groan coming out in a husk, before his head lolled to the side with a whine.

“Van-” he bit at his lips, eyes shutting tightly as he arched him back into his lover’s hold. “Vanitas- you promised to be careful-” he hissed, almost sounding angry if it wasn’t for the burning flush that darkened his cheeks so wonderfully. Vanitas watched from behind as Noe tried to look at him, only retracting his fangs lick at the wound enjoying how the other shuddered with such a simple touch, Noe had always been so sensitive to anything of this intimate nature, having been sheltered for a majority of his life and not remembering much from the black market, Vanitas could hardly stop himself, as he ran delicate fingers along the white fabric of Noe’s shirt, opened enough to be pulled down off his shoulders, but still modest in the terms of bedroom etiquette.

“You love it when I'm not~” the blue eyed man taunted, watching his honest lover struggle with denying it before he instead settled for sitting there is silence sulking, It was not a secret to either of them that they both enjoyed unpredictability in the bedroom, both could be just as sudden as the other, with random ideas or passionate needs, and being the greedy lover that Vanitas was he wanted to take everything Noe would offer him, and since today was a rare day of Noe being openly submissive for whatever Vanitas desired, he was more than happy to take what he wanted without hesitance.

But seeing him sulk so much brought a fond smile to Vanitas lip’s, before his hand traveled further, slowly making its way down the button up shirt, his gaze burning a hole in the side profile of Noe.

Instead of denying it Noe settled for, “I have to meet with Domique tomorrow and if I complain about shoulder pain she is going to know right away and tease me for the rest of the day!” he complained attempting to turn around to look at Vanitas, “the last time you left mark’s they were that obvious even she could spot them” he glared but there was no heat to it, only prompting Vanitas to tease the other further, As he didn’t care if the marks could be seen by other’s if anything he enjoyed it, it took quite the effort to make sure other’s knew Noe was off the table, so the more people who noticed these things the better.

“You mark me more then I mark you and yet I never complain” Vanitas mused, watching as a wonderfully scandalized expression settled of Noe’s face, he stumbled to find words or excuses, trying to explain how that was different, though there clearly was no difference, the two of them were just as selfish in terms of keeping one another to themselves, however Vanitas decided he had enough of Noe’s blabbering and wanted to get back to the task at hand, that task being, making Noe squirm.

Finally Noe stopped talking, his breath caught in his throat as he suddenly felt the ghost of fingertips touching the bare skin of his thighs, his eyes unblinking as he tensed for a moment, legs gently pressing together at the ticklish feeling, cheeks burning, as he didn’t dare look down in fear of ended up more emmbarest and giving Vanitas the satisfaction of knowing that one touch from him was enough to still Noe to silence.

But it was too late Vanitas already knew, he always knew, nothing could stay hidden for long, his fingers brushed the skin with ease, before dragging slowly around the radius of his leg, before stopping at the inside of the thigh and directing its attention upward, brushing over and back against the smooth expanse of skin with no shame, knowing very well that this is what made Noe weak, the vampire in question trembled beneath the simple touch, heated blood starting to pool at the base of his stomach warning him of what was about to come. And when those fingers moved upward, pressing against the perfect place, Noe could not stop himself from the small convulsion he gave in return.

To vanitas this was so very endearing that he had to stop himself from ravishing Noe on the spot, he wanted to take his time tonight, as his lover always looked the most beautiful on the verge of tears and begging for release, but just like any masterpiece that took time, so instead Vanitas kissed along the expanse of the offered neck, sucking gently till he came up to just below Noe’s ear.

“But tonight, I'm going to mark you even more” It was a promise, as he moved quickly, Vanitas flipped their positions, having Noe thrown back onto the bed with a yelp, he made himself comfortable between the other legs, not giving Noe the time he needed to realize the change of position before Vanitas had took hold of the other’s ankles and tugged him forward, leg’s raised and hips just about off the bed, Noe truly looked like a sinful vision with his hair sprayed outward around him like a halo in the moonlight, his arms stretched above his head from the surprise of the throw, and neck still glistening with fresh blood from the bite Vanitas had so graciously placed there. It fueled a hunger in Vanitas that was unlike anything he felt before, for he knew it was not food that could give him the satisfaction he craved, but instead craved Noe.

It was like a chant in his head dragging him toward what would undoubtedly be his undoing, having never been a religious man Vanitas was unsure if demons or angels existed, but he couldn’t help but find it hilarious that in this moment a vampire was posed before him, looking much more like an angel fallen from grace then a blood sucking demon most believed them to be.

Warm lips grazed the vampires Ankle in a loving fashion, as glowing blue eyes refused to remove themselves from the mesmerizing face of their lover, drinking up the wonderful expression of shocked wonder, before parted lips pressed together and hands clenched blue silk sheets. Vanitas could hear the sound of blood pumping through Noe’s veins giving away the others excitement for what was to come.

The night was still young, and vanitas dragged his lips along the smooth expanse of moisturized skin, soft to the touch, showing the unblemished skin some well needed love, by nipping or marking it diligently, taking note of every flinch and tremble his lover offered, he pinched the skin with a pleased hum and quietly asked.

“I wonder if you would bruise easily. Or if I tied your wrists would leave an outline for a few days”

It voice was soft and his thoughts spoken like he was talking about the weather. He made his way upward, past the calf and the knee, ignoring Noe’s left leg, in favor of the right, letting the left rest on the bed as his hand massaged it gently, before he finally stopped his lips at the sensitive thigh again, peering up to Noe with a wolfish grin on his lips, ruthless intentions bubbling above the surface. Leaving Noe holding his breath awaiting what was to come.

“We should try it tonight~” he suggested, before his thumb pressed down on the thigh, hands now gripping the muscle of Noe’s thighs, dragging the legs further apart, before he nosed himself against the skin, taking a deep pleased breath, till his eyes opened once more, glowing with threatening promise, the smile never faulting from his lips.

“Consider this punishment for all your complaining~” and with that sharp canine’s once again sunk into skin, mercilessly dragging a loud cry from the shuddering vampire who could do nothing more than arch into the bed, screaming Vanitas name like it was a mantra. Completely defenseless when it came to matter’s of the bedroom.

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The night would be long, with nothing but each other to stay warm the two made do, with nothing left in the morning only faint memories of touching skin, and fleeting sensations, a desire so intense that it burned them with a need to be closer.

The echo of pleads and moans could be heard even as they dreamed, of creaking bedframes and soft whispers like prayers of Noe promising his devotion to his lover when Vanitas demanded it to fill the greedy need for acceptance with-in him.

Of soft looks and tearing bedsheets.

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Noe would be the first to awake that morning, As sunlight pooled into the large room, filling it with a warm glow, he had expected vanitas to already be up and about but the nights activity's wore him down more than he probably would ever like to admit.

With a familiar ache in his lower back Noe sat up straight and gave a stretch, hands above his head, as he blinked tired eyes open, wearing nothing but the silk sheets that covered his lap, the white haired vampire brought fingers to his neck ghosting them over the evidence that last night left of his skin.

Bites and bruises littered everywhere, and much to Noe’s own embarrassment his legs were probably the worst out of it all, rubbing his sore wrists carefully, he inspected the textured red lines that had been left from being tied up, it seemed like Vanitas kept that promise in using rope.

With a gentle sigh he then looked up and decided to take in the damage of the room, having to do a double take Noe covered his face with a groan, for starters the bed was in absolute shambles, tilting downward on one side with a broken leg, and sheets were ripped to bits, feathers were thrown about form either the pillows or the mattress Noe was still unsure, and the curtains the surrounded the canopy were half torn down. He peeked through his fingers as shame swelled with-in him, feeling bad for the servants that would have to clean up this mess.

Sighing he slipped his hands from his face and looked down to his right, seeing a dark head of hair wrapped up snuggly in the torn sheets, lying on his stomach with a pale arm thrown over Noe’s waist half hazerdy.

It was rare to see Vanitas in such a venerable state, that Noe couldn’t help but to reach out and gently brush the dark hair from the other’s face, luckily, he seemed undisturbed, and Noe could sit and take in everything about the man beside him, from those long dark lashes, to the pale skin that made Noe squint as the sunlight reflected off it, and the curve of Vanitas nose, the vampire couldn’t help but to laugh quietly to himself, noting the small marks that he could see such as bites or hickeys along his lovers shoulder, and what seemed to be the beginning of scratches of the top half of his back, It seemed like they both did quite the damage to each other.

Noe stared for a moment longer before a itch to kiss the messy bed head of Vanitas began to overwhelm him, he tried to fight it away and had an inner conflict with himself for a while, before deciding that it should be fine, that Vanitas was fast asleep.

Leaning down he brushed some hair from his lovers face again and pressed a quick and fond kiss to his forehead, before pulling away slowly, a smile on his lips, as he then decided that he definitely needed to take a bath, it would soothe his aching muscles and he needed to clean off the dried blood and ...other more embarrassing substances from himself.

With a heightened sense of smell nothing could go un-noticed, so my default Vampires were extremely cleanly creatures. He could hardly stand it so slowly he slipped from the bed, brushing the sheets from his nude body he sat on the edge and reached for some pants on the ground with a small grumble.

Leaving behind a Vantis who was slowly peeling his eyes open, disappointed to see the fuzzy figure of his lover so far out of reach, rubbing at his eyes, he crawled his way over wrapping arms around Noe and plopping his head onto his shoulder rubbing into the marked skin.

“Going somewhere?” his voice was rough and deep from just waking up seconds prior, but still held that cat like slyness to its tone, “it’s rare for you to leave me alone in bed~” he sang, eyes wandering down along each bite he had left the previous night, fingers gently running over the unmarked areas with care.

Noe in returned laughed quietly taking this opportunity to tease back as he pulled a robe from the floor slipping it on, “I thought I would return the favor for every time you left first” he teased going to stand up only to be stopped by Vanitas pulling him back down to crash into the sheets.

Being dragged into a bad excuse of a hug, more like an iron vice grips that main purpose was to keep Noe from getting out of bed, like this the two of them were face to face, eyes staring into one another's before Vanitas wrapped himself around Noe in a similar fashion to how Noe usually holds his pillows in his sleep, nudging Noa’s shoulder with his chin Vanitas settled himself comfortably against his lover. “Stay in bed with me, a little while longer” It was not a demand, it was spoken in a relaxed manner, making Noe stir a little bit so that he could fiddle with Vanitas’ hair.

“I was going to bathe, we smell like sex and blood, and we have meetings today” he hummed though honestly Noe was all for staying in bed a little while longer with Vanitas if it was not for those damned meetings and his meet up with Dominque that afternoon.

However, Vanitas had other ideas then just letting Noe leave with that excuse, “So? What are they going to do? Stare, let them. We did it at a party once and you had no problem walking home after”

The mere idea of just waltzing around all day smelling like that was enough for Noe’s face to burst into flames as he let out a horrified protest. It was the most shameless idea he had ever heard, It was true that most knew they were lovers, but they weren't so shameless to do something so crude! Noe had jumped back ready to stumble out incoherent sentences, getting secondhand embarrassment as to what Vanitas had implied. And then at the mention of the first and only time he tried something more exciting he was attempting to stumble out any excuse in the book, before groaning and hiding himself away or at least trying to, because he would never live that down and he was sure of it.

And all Vanitas did in return was laugh at his lover’s suffering, that God damn bastard. He laughed until Noe was glaring at him, though the glare did very little with the bed head and flushed cheeks he was sporting. Not to mention a loose robe was not very ideal for intimidation in fact it was much better for the exact opposite, Vanitas lowered his gaze and gave his lips a little lick as he looked over his lover.

“How about I join you in the bath then? I'm sure it would be more fun with two~?” he suggested hoping to wiggle in some form of intimate activity no doubt, and Noe was not falling that again, Vanitas always had ways of making things intimate even in the most mundane of situations it was almost concerning.

So, Noe glared again and pulled away from Vanitas standing up now, though he was a little bit stiff in doing so, “No. I don’t think I will let you to now.” he huffed fixing his robe as Vanitas sat up on the bed doing some stretches.

“Oh? Not anymore?” Vanitas asked, a dark brow raising as blue eyes swirled with curiosity, “So you were considering it?” he asked a smile pulling at his lips in a cheeky fashion.

In turn magenta eyes rolled, and Noe made his way to a door on the far end of the room, “I was but not in the way you were thinking!” he sputtered, ignoring how heated his cheeks felt right about now, “I just thought you might need some help with cleaning up your back is all” he pointed out stopping by a mirror to check on his mess of hair, only to widen his eyes at seeing the damage done to his body and instantly looking away as if he just watched the act play out right in front of him, not missing how Vanitas smirked at him through the reflection.

“you-” Noe started, turning to point at Vanitas “don't know how to control yourself” it was a simple statement, not even a statement more like an observation, to which Vanitas stretched his arms arm and plopped back into the bed looking far to satisfied with himself.

“Only when it comes to you.” peeking an eye open to see Noe’s reaction, “And if the mark’s on my back have anything to say about it, you quite enjoy that side of me too” he continued smugly, watching how Noe fell into stunned silence, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words to respond but when he couldn’t find anything to say, he only shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew he couldn’t disagree with that it would only cause a fight in which he would lose, Vanitas had too much proof on that, Noe was just surprised the other had not yet brought up how he could be just as bad when he was on top.

“I give up” Noe admitted bitterly, turning back to the bathroom door, “join me if you want” he sighed and headed in, completely ignoring the victorious smile his bed partner wore as he sat up instantly and made his way across the room proudly, stepping over the Debree of the bed as though it was nothing and pulling a feather out of his hair, dropping it to the floor, a bounce in his step the whole way across the room and to the door.

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