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When the sun kisses the horizon and the sky bleeds out from its brilliant blue to a calming and whimsical Purple, an aurora of color soon dances into the night, but just for that brief moment, for a single hour, the day meets the night, bridged by what we call dusk, this is the only way a new night comes and we can rest easy without a sudden fear of darkness, the slow reveal of the dusk that gives way to night.
The same could be said for a pair of constantly lightening eyes, such a brilliant blue becoming closer to the color of the sky with each passing day, and a pair of distracting but welcoming purple eyes that would meet for a brief moment, and yet for that mere moment a whole conversation is had, a silent understanding is spoken.
Seconds pass, before one gives way to the other's whims or one huff in distaste as their demands are not met, but they do not complain, because they understand. They have no control over each others actions, they do not hold sway over each other's thoughts, and yet, their entire being in all that they are, at its core finds itself tied tightly to how the other perceives them. How those blue eyes view him in distrust and discontentment that leave Noes skin crawling with an uncomfortable itch, and those purple eyes, when they view him with such disappointment or anger, that leave Vanitas fists clenched at his side, the feeling of sharp talons digging into soft palms distracting enough that he may not linger on how his chest twists in discomfort at those eyes looking to him in such a way.
They may understand that they cannot control the other, and yet much like how we do not know if the day came before the night, we will always find the day chases the dusk and the dusk follows the night.
Their voices and thoughts never reason with what their eyes see, and its those eyes that cause the twists and turns in their chests that by association hold sway over the others actions, A second thought is given before they react, They cannot bring themselves to look at one another if they made up their mind on something that they know will displease each other, because try as they might. Lie as they must, there is only one solid truth. And that is that they know they could never deny each other anything if they were left to their own company.
When alone they wore their weakness on their sleeve, when alone they caved to the others wants and denied themselves their own wishes. But in matters of pride in the company of others, their walls grew back up, with ivy chaining the bricks in place and their principles once again became unmovable.
So it was a good thing that they were alone now.
Noe sat by the window, his eyes dragging across the buildings in the distance, watching as the lights flickered and faded, forehead pressed against cold glass, breath leaving fogging mirages against the glass, till his eyes caught a figure in the reflection, he didn’t react, didn’t so much as move as he allowed his eyes to drag back to the landscape before him. Silence had become a frequent companion of the company of Vanitas as of late, but not due to lack of interest, but rather, they had become so comfortable with one another as of late that they did not feel a need to fill the comfortable silence with awkward or pointless chatter, and so he stayed, silent, waiting for Vanitas to make himself known, giving the man the benefit of the doubt, and acting as though he never knew he was there.
In the darkness of the room, Vanitas watched from the shadows of the windows frame, as a cascade of color and light rained down upon the body that appeared comedically small next to the almost characture of a large window, A body that was larger, stronger than Vanitas own, appearing so small and vulnerable, as it sat there, knees pulled up on the window seat, bare foot, and fitted with only a simple pair of cotton pajamas. It was a painfully domestic image.
A black jacket slipped from slim shoulders revealing a stark white shirt, and dull steps followed as the younger man made his way towards the window, conscious enough to notice how Noe didn’t spare him so much as a glance, lost in his own world it seemed. Vanitas did not mind. They were beyond needing words at this point.
His arms found a home around Noes waist, forehead pressing between the middle of strong shoulder blades with a groan, a knee planted firmly in the plush blue seating, finding comfort in no longer being standing, the scent of lavender and hibiscus tickling his senses. Tempting him to drown within it, but instead, he removed himself from his purchase, choosing instead to press his nose directly against skin, as his lips pressed themselves against the crook of neck that he was presented with, it was intimate, a small and simple gesture, a silent cry of assurance. Not sexual in nature, but instead a type of quiet worship.
In turn a hand reached upward, and twisted to reach behind Vanitas, pulling the ribbon from his hair and allowing the locks to free themselves from their tight imprisonment. Blunt nails scratched his scalp, loose and awkward circles being massaged into the skin in an attempt of ridding his head of the tenseness caused by a hair tie that was tied too tight.
“You are tired”
Noe muttered, ever the empath between the two, though it didn’t take much of a genius to figure that one out, and yet still, he stayed where he was, attention turning towards Vanitas reflection where he found sharp eyes already looking back at his from his shoulder. The silence was broken. The gates were open for conversation now, though it was opened the moment Vanitas made a move to be close.
“Doesn't take a genius to know that” was muttered into his shoulder, sharp eyes disappearing again as he pressed himself closer to Noe, forehead dropped against his shoulder.
It always surprised him, just how warm Noe’s body was, how heat just seemed to seep from his very being. Even after being together for years, even after mapping his body with his hand's countless times, it would never cease to surprise him. Vampires were not dead beings.. They were just a new type of human, the legends always seemed to dramatize that part. Noe’s skin wasn’t cold to the touch, nor was his heart unbeating. It beat just as earnestly as any living being with blood pumping through their veins.
Such a reminder had Vanitas hand traveling, upward, from torso to chest, seeking out that heart beat.
“But perhaps we can find something to do that will shake the fatigue from me, hm~ dear Noe~?”
There was a teasing edge to his voice, a smirk on his lips, and the dangerous taste of seduction on his tongue. Vanitas had an unsatiable appetite for intimacy it seemed, an appetite that only worsened from the first moment they allowed their wounds to bleed for each other, as they opened up their histories to each other between shaking cries and gasping breaths and insistent presses of lips and touches. It was a hunger Noe had become far to accustomed to in their older age.
Fight as he might, he couldn’t told the curl of amusement on his own lips, choosing to turn his face away from Vanitas in favor of keeping his delight secret.
“Might I suggest sleep? I heard it works wonders” he mused back just as playfully, a bubble of laughter causing his shoulders to shake, Vanitas watched in faux unamusement, frowning and eyes distant as he watched his lover tease him so openly, eyes catching onto a glimpse of tanned skin so close, and then back to the reflection that no longer faced him... He had decided he had quite enough to not seeing Noe’s face. another press of lips against the vampire's throat had him jolt in surprise,
This kiss holding more intent behind it, it was purposeful, still and then another was pressed just below the jaw, the doctor finally pulling both knees onto the seat, maneuvering to have Noe half turn himself in his direction, allowing lips to meet collarbone.
“Come Now Noe, I haven't seen you in 2 weeks “ Vanitas complained, hand coming down to Noes bent knee, pushing it down so that he may crawl himself between such legs, hand dragging up dressed leg and thigh as though scared that even a moment of not touching his lover would be an unmistakable crime. Only stopping when palm met long, pretty fingers, and they entangled together, squeezing together in solidarity. lips that acted like that of butterfly wings, danced to the untouched side of neck, pleased to find that Noe had submitted himself to allowing himself to fully face Vanitas, head tilted back against the wall of the window. Colder lips, pulled away from flesh to utter 3 simple words, that always managed to weaken Noes resolve. “I've missed you”
Whispered like a prayer never to be heard.
His chin became victim to another kiss, then just under his ear.
Noe’s eyes fluttered shut, and yet they opened just as quick, never wanting to miss a moment of Vanitas, such affections were nothing new, they had long since forgotten the shame of being so openly indecent, all that was left in its place was comfort in such touches.
He found as he looked down to his lover that sky blue eyes stared right back at him. Piercing in the darkness, and shining in the dim light that the window emitted. Those eyes stole his breath every time. Seeming to look right into his soul, leaving Noe ripped apart with nothing to hide and everything to bare. His free hand finding soft skin, palm pressed flat against cool cheek, and thumb brushing pale skin. Pleased to see how tenseness melted beneath his touch. Such a tough and high-strung man leaning into his touch with the reverence of a stray that had been fed. Still he could not stop himself from taking things a step in the playful direction. Knowing how Vanitas pride often stopped him from honesty he couldn’t help but hum out.
“What was that? Did you say you missed me~? If I remember it was you who said I would be the one hunting you down after 3 days apart? I don’t think I heard you right, will you say it again?”
Vanitas was not pleased by this, he didn’t wish to bare his heart to the one who held it, not when it was met with such a smug smile, Noe could be quite the daring one when he saw fit, and Vanitas was no fan of having to repeat himself, especially not when it was such an embarrassing statement, so instead he pressed his fingers into Noes waist, leaning forward between the long legs he had grown so familiar with being between, and brought himself eye level with the smug vampire before him, taking great pride in watching that smug exterior shock itself to quick embarrassment and burning cheeks when intentions were made clear by a wandering hand that dipped just below the waist band of cotton pants.
“hush you. I'm not repeating myself. Now let me reacquaint myself with you”
Teeth nipped lip in half punishment half reward, till finally they came together. Finally whole as bodies pressed close, sharing air in the most intimate of actions, lips touching lips. A solid presence, innocent in nature, and yet primal in need as each kiss came with the desire of another.
Vanitas had been absent from their bed for far too long.
He craved a reminder of what it felt like to have his lover in such a intimate way, to touch, to feel, to simple be in that moment without having to think too much. To think of nothing other than what it was like to have Noe. Under him or Above him, it mattered not. They were beyond caring for such a trivial thing. All that mattered is that he could have him.
and in turn Noe could not deny how he had craved to be here with Vanitas. To hold him close, as it had only been 2 weeks. 14 days to be exact, not all that long, and yet it felt long all the same, he wanted to keep Vanitas here in his moment. To much had happened while Vanitas was away. So much that left Noe stressed and his casual worry for Vanitas heightened. So, he pulled him closer instead. breath Shakey, expression almost melancholic, knees locked into the doctor's sides and hands pulling him down by his head, lower and lower till the window seat was being treated as a bed.
“If two weeks is enough for you to need to be reacquainted, you might need more than a night to become acquainted again.”
Noe admitted, fingers threading stark dark hair, watching in amazement as it pooled over Vanitas shoulder, shirt collar unbuttoned and hanging low, teasing him with a show of skin, Dark mark of the vampire of the blue moon spreading down his neck to his chest like a twisted brand. And Jeannes mark still prominent against pale flesh, causing Noes gut to twist with unpleasant jealousy that he knew was no longer warranted. He had to force his gaze away from it, choosing instead to peer up to the being that acted as his shade from the lights outside, haloed by white, Vanitas appeared much like a fallen angel.
Dark hair spilling like ink, eyes seeping with intent, and yet so serene and calm was his expression. Leaned over his prey. Body language loose only for his lover to see, Noe’s words seemed to of struck a chord with him, as his skin prickled with goosebumps just by how those blue eyes stared down at him. Vanitas was thinking. Observing. Seriously considering what Noe had said in what was meant to just be a silly little offhanded comment. It was dangerous. He almost squirmed but managed to hold his own. Staying in place and waiting for what Vanitas would say or do next.
“You wish for this to be till morning? If that’s the case, I have no objections~ It’s unlike you to be so bold as to make such a demand Noe~ Did you miss me that much?”
His teeth were sharp, bared in a smile that was all teeth, he didn’t expect a response, he knew he wouldn’t get one, but it didn’t matter, as he would pull one from the vampire sooner or later. The tease had caused a hunger in the pit of his stomach to make itself known. 2 weeks had been far too long. He would need more than a single night to move through all he had imagined in their time apart.
His hands danced, moved, unbuttoning button after button from Noe’s sleep shirt, slipping the fabric from shoulders, and eyes tracing the beauty of muscles that were defined from training, apricating each tendon and muscle with his eyes, and itching to know what such skin would look like pressed into the velvet of the window seat. But most importantly, how this body would Mould into his hand, and how he would make sure those eyes never left him during these moments.
Teeth grazed tanned skin, nipping dark marks into visible flesh, picking up on each wonderful hitch of breath till finally he pulled himself up, rocking forward to share and bask in Noe’s pleasure.
“So Noe, may I have the honor of re-familiarizing myself with my husband tonight? ~” he walked his fingers up Noe’s chest, just stopping under his chin to tilt that face in his direction, fondness bright in his eyes as he gave the ultimatum. “Or will he leave me alone and cold in our bed? Till I have completely forgotten what it means to have him ~”
Noe had held his breath. They had grown past the point of feeling emmbarest or surprised by one another when it came to being forward in the bedroom, and yet still he found the thumps in his chest loud as a drum in his ears. The moment seemed to drag on, as the simple term of ‘husband’ rang in his mind.
Husband. Husand... yes that is what they were, but it was quite rare for Vanitas to call it so fondly, usually only saved for when he was frustrated or was prepared to give Noe a stern talking to after they disagreed on something, but hearing it said so fondly and with such an amused expression, an expression that clearly knew what that word had done, was almost too much. Noe felt the need to hide, as though this was their first night all over again.
But it was not their first night. No. They had done this dance countless of times before, and so, with the experience that came with years of playing the same game. He chooses to hide away, and instead takes a deep breath to level himself,
“Have me-” was his breathy reply, unblinking as he pulled Vanitas closer, “Remind me what it means to sleep in a warm bed”
His words were seductive and laced with intent and yet his eyes told all they really meant
‘I have missed you. stay. wake up with me tomorrow'
And Vanitas, never to deny Noe when they were in any other company but their own was more than willing to comply,