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It wasn’t the first time Vanitas had been caught off guard and dragged into bed by an unconcious Noé, and if he were to guess it probably wouldn’t be the last despite his best efforts as the man seemed to have a record-breaking reach, but it never failed to amaze him just how warm his companion- err… partner- or, well, his shield- was. Being held within Noé’s grasp was akin to standing besides a roaring furnace in regards to heat.
He was well aware that the notion vampires were often cold to the touch as was nothing more than a mere myth at this point. It was interesting, however, that curse-bearers often described having decreased body warmth. He certainly hears them mention the desire for warmth often. Ah- Noè suddenly turned over on his other side, very violently tugging the thoroughly annoyed Vanitas along with him- and well, Vanitas realized, as he was spitting his own hair out of his mouth after it whipped into his face, now wasn’t the time to contemplate vampiric stereotypes and curse-bearing symptoms.
Noé whispered something inaudible in his sleep, nuzzling the side of Vanitas neck with a gentleness typically reserved for the man when he was awake, and Vanitas found himself… slightly alright with the physical affection. It wasn’t as though the vampire was aware of what he was doing. When he was conscious, he did have… a penchant for physical affection. It wasn't that Vanitas particularly cared, of course! No, it is… a good motivator when Noé became distracted.
It wasn’t like he enjoyed it. He was just fine with it. That’s all. A means to get what he wanted, that’s what it was. Yes, that’s all Vanitas desire- well, there was no desire- that’s all that Vanitaa felt in regards to the matter of physical affection with the one and only Noé Archiviste. Who was truly snuggling up against him now, tossing one strong leg over Vanitas’ and crossing their limbs together. Vanitas froze for a second, having to adjust from just merely being used as though he were nothing more than a pillow one could hug to literally being cuddled- and it was difficult.
He could feel himself sweating. He wrinkled his nose, his displeasure at this current predicament once again renewed, wiggling and elbowing the vampires chest, attempting again to slip out of his arms. It did nothing. Of course, the other man was a vampire- and a well built one, at that. Even the seemingly weakest of vampires possessed far more strength than humans, especially when fiddling with the world formula comes into play, but Noé also had very well developed muscles.
Not that Vanitas was ever purposefully looking. It’s just something you happen to notice when you’re manhandled by someone so often- or when said muscular arms are literally holding you captive at the moment. For some reason his face felt hotter than before. Noé’s body heat must really be getting to him. Yes, that’s what it was. He was definitely not imagining how Noé must look without a proper shirt covering his chest and arms.
Well, even if Vanitas was, he was a doctor! And a vampire doctor at that. It’s perfectly reasonable to think of your shields seemingly perfectly toned body- muscular and yet still youthfully slender- as it should be expected of him to be in such peak physical condition! Indeed, his face being very much easy on the eyes was another added bonus, as it was much better than having to look at the ugly mug of his former shield. His dazzling eyes and gentle voice and-
No-! Nope! That was a dangerous train of thought. Vanitas pressed his hand- the one that wasn’t currently being crushed under his side- against his reddened face. He must have… realized that Noé’s hair was almost similar- yes, almost similar indeed- to the locks of his beautiful Jeanne and had simply gotten confused! The heat from the other male was definitely getting to his head now. Noé’s looks were nothing to get flustered over. Jeanne bosom, however, was a different story.
Which was hard to think about when suddenly, Noé once more shifted in his sleep, tossing himself onto his back and allowing one arm to flop beside him. Before Vanitas could seize this opportunity to weasel himself away from the bastard, Noé tugged him against his side with one arm. The issue, however, was Vanitas found his face pressed against Noé’s- their lips meeting- however briefly before the vampire turned his head away with a murmur.
Vanitas had to choke down a scream. It would surely fail to awaken Noé, and it would certainly draw in complaints from the hotel's other patrons. He stared at the side of the sleeping vampire’s face in shock while his heart pounded relentless against his chest, alarmingly so, and his impossibly red face somehow deepened in shade. Struggling renewed, the younger man managed to rotate himself so that his head was awkwardly resting against Noé’s shoulder while his torso lay across his chest at a diagonal.
He glared angrily up at the ceiling, refusing to look at Noé. That wasn’t a kiss. That wasn’t even a peck on the lips. That… that moron was asleep! It meant nothing! It was simply an accident and the beating of his heart was only due to the excessive heat that vampire’s body produced. Yes, that was it. No, he didn’t feel a strange bit of warmth fill his chest to capacity and a peculiar lightness within his heart and-!
Vanitas was sick. Yes, too much cold can make one sick, so the opposite certainly had to be true as well. Noé was responsible- not because of his- body or anything- well, yes, precisely because of the heat his body gave off! It wasn’t like- Vanitas wasn’t attracted to him. He simply wasn’t. Which was the exact thought he stubbornly repeated within his head as his sleepless night of being tugged and flipped and twisted around by the unconscious Noé.
The older man was truly perplexed by Vanitas’ incredibly short temper the next day. Or the human's random announcement that he was not attracted to Noé at all.