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An invitation falls under Vanitas door. As he grabs it he feels pure energy coming from this piece of paper. He opens the envelope and reads the written message:
We invite you to the ballroom of princess Dominique de Sade. Please follow the rules and be based on the theme of all white clothing.
Hope to see you there.
“I am invited to this ballroom?” He wondered what was the reason behind this? He was known for being friendly to the hometown, even if he was a menace sometimes and troubled townspeople. There’s no way he could back down now. He has his chance to see him again.
The night of the ballroom arrived. All the people who were invited started gathering at the palace. As Vanitas was hidden in a corner, as he will never let anyone actually make him wear something hilarious but keeping the concept right, waiting to actually understand the reason he was invited. But deep down he didn’t even care. He wanted to see if he could recognize Noé Archiviste, hoping that he would attend the dance as well. His close relationship with Dominique de Sade should make him come tonight. Even from a distance, he knew that this idiotic dance party would make his entire night more enjoyable.
As he wasn't already being seen by numerous people due to his blue-tinged hair while the overall concept was to wear white. He couldn’t bear that everyone had to wear wigs or dye their hair platinum to match the event. Rumors were heard that it was a reason for Miss Dominique to shine in the distance. Even Noé hardly knew him. Somehow though every time he ends up in his way, his mesmerizing eyes and face could make him lose a heartbeat. He refused to quit. He just had the biggest need for a moment of attention again. His heart was his.
Everyone in the ballroom was mesmerized by Noé as soon as he entered the palace. Vanitas continued to stare at him as he thought: about damn time . Stupid girls were running to him to greet the handsome vampire. He was the most handsome person in the whole ballroom, even if he wasn’t a prince. His reputation was seen a lot right now.
The night kept on and Vanitas could not move. He was captivated by his crush's aura and couldn't help but observe him. I have to make a move. His ego fulfilled his lungs and started to dance with many random people without being watched from anyone who could scold him. The upper floor was more friendly to his appearance. Or he just thought. When Noé finally realized his existence, his anger made him move towards him, as he stopped dancing. “May you excuse me miss.” He said to the person he was dancing and started climbing to the second floor, where Vanitas was minding his own business. The moment Vanitas realized that his crush was coming towards him, panic was covering his whole body. His feet stuck on the floor, not moving at all, praising that he could finally have another interaction with him.
"Pardon me," He shouted, grabbing hold of his frail arm, and dragged him out the ballroom. Vanitas was trying to fight back and actually free his weak cursed arm from his strong hold, but it was a failure from the beginning. “Hold up..Hold up!” Everyone was watching as Vanitas was screaming at him. Some laughter was heard and Noé felt more mad, trying to hold his anger.
“About damn time someone put him into place. How disrespectful to come here like this.” a whisper was heard as they walked past people. And some more as they were walking to the gate. But neither of them gave the attention they wanted.
As they finally left the palace where the dance hall was taking place, Noé finally talked to him. “Did you forget something, Vanitas?” His demanding voice seemed really strange to his actual appearance tonight. He always seemed so cheerful and now he isn’t. At this moment he understood that he knew who he was and called his name, the counter of his heartbeats raised quickly.
No?” He said but sounded like a scaredy cat, which he genuinely resented. He couldn’t understand the reason he was mad. Was it because he was there or that that his hair were- “ “So why do you allow your hair to be that way? Didn’t you fucking read the rules of the ballroom tonight?” Vanitas laughed mockingly. The only reason that came there was him and now that he can speak his mind, he didn’t hesitate for a second. “You do realize that I am Vanitas, don't you? I'm free to do anything I want! I followed these stupid rules and came here dressed in white! There’s no reason to do-”
Noé touches Vanitas' lips before he can say anything else, making him quiver beneath his gentle touch. He muttered, "I know damn well who you are, Vanitas. My question was "why?" to him as their lips were slightly apart. Their breaths could warm each other's faces. Is this happening for real? Vanitas wonders as his heart lost his control and a single touch could actually rip it out of his chest.
Therefore, it was already two-sided. But neither of them could understand that the other side felt the same way. "Let me now treat you properly." he said and pull a smile that lowkey scared Vanitas. When the air seemed suffocating while Noé’s hand placement ended up around his neck, Vanitas moaned against his lips as he pushed him once more. How could he be so blind?
“Fuck..” Noé lost all his self-control over his moan. Vanitas lost his strength to stand and got down on his knees and quickly began undoing his pants before anyone could realize what was going on. “Can I taste you?” He pleaded and Noé nodded. He had been anticipating this moment for a long time.
Noé's hand was roughly holding Vanitas' blue hair as he began slowly sucking his dick, while he was stroking him as well. Moans and deep breaths were coming from Noé’s mouth as he enjoyed his view so much. His blue eyes made eye contact with him, as his chemistry in his head seems to almost explode. “Keep going, my baby boy.” He continued until he felt his lungs were no longer able to support him. In Noé’s head he could enjoy this view every damn day. It was like a magic closet door opened and he could visit Narnia.
Noé pulled him up, giving him a brief opportunity to breathe again, and then he closed the gap between them, biting him like a hungry wolf in the woods, who hadn't eaten for days. Vanita's ecstasy could now lead to his blissful death. He wished to imprint his mark on his skin. Forever. So people could learn that he was yours and only. "Mark me, Noé, please." Though it didn't, the whole phase seemed like it broke him from the inside out.
That was all Noé could do: get lost in his own lost realm. He was able to read Vanita's past for once and all. Right now, his heart was experiencing a wide range of emotions. Even if his horniness could keep him in the real world, everything inside his body feels unreal. How could you survive all these stuff alone, Vanitas? This thought kept up and even if he wanted to dive deeper he pulled his teeth as his blood filled his handsome face and another groan came out of his mouth. Trying to find the right moment to get out of this dive inside his lover’s life, currently his head is buzzing with a lot of filthy ideas. “Right now, I want to fuck you so hard. Until you will lose consciousness.”
Vanita's eyes began to sparkle ferociously. All these moments felt like a feverish sex dream to him. He would never be able to wake up though. He smuggles and leaning closer to his ear, whispering: “Do it.” He returned so his back could face him, and punched his tiny body to the wall, as his strength could actually destroy the wall.
“I won’t be so easy on you, you know?” With each sentence he uttered, he was making him more insane. And with those words, Vanitas was speechless about what might happen next. Also his dick was becoming quite hard. This infuriating sensation of lust.
Noé kissed him from the back of his neck, taking care not to use his fangs to bite him again after he hid him behind some large columns. Because he was so eager to feel him, Vanitas was trembling like a maniac. He needed him so bad. For their bodies to feel the closure and their heart and moans to become one.
He muttered into his ears, "Gosh you are so sexy half naked Vani." and HE FUCKING LOVED IT. That nickname could make him cum at that very moment. But he wanted to do this together and he could handle the momentum.
"Make me yours. I beg you." Vanitas pleaded as finally he felt Noé’s dick inside him. He started at a slow pace, letting him adjust for his length and to feel him as he grabbed his hair and put him in a position where they could benefit both. “Don’t stop.” he said for every second that Noé thrusted inside him. He fucks him so skillfully that it seems like the dream is actually real. Who would have imagined that his desire for this very moment would come true one day?
“I will never stop Vani.. Remember that.” and for a brief moment, he worried that someone might have heard him groan. Even though Noé loved hearing Vanita's moans and pleads as they were getting louder and louder, he decided to cover his mouth with his palm. Just in case someone was lurking around and understood that they weren’t fighting.
“Baby don’t forget we are in public.” he said and Vanitas reality hit back. The lust in his whole body felt so good in his head, like he was fully drugged. But it was better than this feeling. Noé's hand covered his mouth as he began to cry. Happy and lustful tears filled his cheeks. How is it that he feels both tight and good?
Do we actually have a soulmate on earth? Could the ideas in Noé's head be true? And right now, the man in front of him could be the one for him? Even if he thought that the one soulmate of his was lost way too long ago? “Noé- plea..please I am..” Vanitas was battling to speak through his palm. Noé smiled for the first time between their interaction and whispered: “I know, so do I.”
And as soon as that happened, the hand he was covering reached right over to play with his hard dick. He pleaded, "Fuck Noé, do..don't do this-" but Noé was unstoppable at that point. While stroking his dick, he continued to push on him, causing his body to tense up constantly. “Little brat. Cum for me. I dare you!” and by these words they both cum at the exact same moment, both of their moans filled the air. They exchanged a tender kiss while they were attempting to catch their breath and redness. They sat down to calm their bodies a bit and chill. The moon was falling its light onto Vanita's face, making him shine more.
“Now what?” Vanitas asked him as they both lay down to the floor, watching the same view. Noé sighs like he was bothered by his question and his foulness. “We are going back to the dance, like I just scolded you. You should act like you’re mad with me. You can be arrogant and I know that.” He said, and Vanitas was offended by his words. “And by the end of the ballroom, you will come back here and I will take you home tonight, okay?” Vanita's heart skipped a beat hearing that. He was so glad he wanted to drive him home.
“But my hair?” Noé laughed and said he never really cared. Such a casual matter to him. The ease of saying something like that. “I will just say that we ran to find you a wig to wear and failed miserably. Anything else?” He watched him talk, like he had this plan from the very beginning, and he realized what was the reason he was falling in love with him. Every single minute.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” And by that they returned to the ballroom, continued their night as just two people they just met in the bad way. And they both loved it. The secret recipe of lovers who were hiding.