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Noé shivered under his blankets, the icy cold seeping through despite his best efforts to stay warm. Opening his eyes, Noé glanced over at the other bed, where Vanitas lay curled up in a tight ball beneath his blankets, his slim frame trembling from the frigid air. A pang of concern washed over Noé - if he was this cold, Vanitas must be positively freezing.
Sitting up, Noé called out softly, “Vanitas? It’s pretty cold tonight, how are you holding up?”
“J-J-Just f-f-f-ine,” Vanitas responded through chattering teeth. Noé couldn’t help but feel sympathy for his human friend, when suddenly an idea hit him.
“Why don’t we share a bed tonight?”
“Exc-c-use me!?” Vanitas almost yelled. “S-Share a b-b-ed with you? Ab-bsolutely not! I’m p-p-perfectly fine!” he insisted.
Noé got out of his bed, clutching his pillow tightly to his chest for warmth and padded over to the lump of blankets that was Vanitas.
“Come on, what’s the problem?” Noé persisted. “We’re both cold, and it’s a simple way to warm up.”
Vanitas remained silent, but Noé took his lack of further protest as permission and lifted the covers to slide into bed beside the raven-haired male. The cold chill was enough for Vanitas to shiver violently but Noé quickly covered them both up before too much warmth escaped into the coldness.
“See, isn’t this much better?” Noé scooted closer so they could take advantage of body heat. Vanitas let out an annoyed huff in response, but Noé knew he was secretly grateful for the extra warmth. “I read somewhere that skin to skin contact is better-”
“Noé!” Vanitas finally snapped. “You’re lucky I’m letting you in my bed at all, don’t get carried away!”
Noé couldn’t help but laugh in amusement at Vanitas’s reaction to his suggestion. Although it was a fact, he really only said it to mess with him.
Vanitas grumbled irritably at the cold, turning so that his back faced the vampire. Noé watched him quietly, and in an attempt to provide some extra warmth and comfort, he reached out a hand to gently rub Vanitas's back.
Vanitas let out an ear-piercing screech the second his icy fingers made contact and jolted as if he’d been shocked. “Don’t touch me with those damn icicles, you idiot!”
“I was just trying to help,” Noé pouted.
“Well, don’t!”
So mean.
A mischievous grin then spread across Noé's face. If Vanitas was going to be grumpy, then he might as well have some fun with it. Noé pressed his chilled fingers into his sides and wiggled them around, running up and down that area.
Vanitas shrieked the second Noé started tickling him, forcing cackles out of the human. “AHAHA! - Nohohoé!”
“I’m trying to help you, Vanitas,” Noé laughed along with him. “And this will surely help warm you up.”
“STOP!” Vanitas gasped for air, still laughing and squirming around, using his foot to try and push the white-haired vampire away from him, but it was a fruitless effort.
Noé just laughed, thoroughly amused by Vanitas's reactions, and decided to push his luck even further and slipped his hands under Vanitas’s night shirt to touch his bare skin.
The howl that left Vanitas surely would have awoken the entire hotel, but Noé couldn’t care less and to stop him from escaping, he pushed himself against the smaller male and trapped him in his arms while continuing his tickle assault.
“I never knew you were so ticklish, Vanitas,” Noé commented and judging by the growl sound mixed in with the laughter, that got him a bit flustered. He smiled and reached his fingers to Vanitas’s stomach where he screamed.
“NOT THERE! – ahaha! Stahahap before I kill you!”
Noé finally stopped and as expected, was rewarded with a smack to the head by the angered human.
“You asshole!”
“Ow!” Noé rubbed the spot that was smacked. “I tickle you and you hit me?”
“And it’s completely deserved!” Vanitas snapped, glaring daggers in his direction. Noé couldn’t help but giggle and Vanitas visibly blushed in the moonlit room.
“I think you enjoyed it.”
“Don’t be absurd!”
“Are you warmed up now?”
“I – what?” Vanitas blinked at the sudden change in question. “I guess…”
“Then it worked!” Noé beamed. “You’re welcome! Now, good night, Vanitas.”
Vanitas watched as Noé’s head hit the pillow and was asleep in almost an instant. The blush was still present on his face, and he huffed with an eyeroll.
“Good night, Noé.”