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Noé couldn't get the humiliating conversation he had with Vanitas a few days ago out of his head, where he finally managed to gather the courage to open up about his feelings about his desire to taste the human's blood, only to be cruelly rejected.
And now the two found themselves in a clearly uncomfortable silence. Noé was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling while the blue-haired one sat in a chair next to him while sewing the coat that was "ruined" after their last battle.
The vampire is not a very patient person, so he was trying to think of anything else to distract himself and not focus on the hunger that was growing by the minute. What didn't help was the delicious scent of the fresh and fervent blood that flowed through his partner's veins, which of course he was not allowed to taste. It frustrated him that the only thing that kept him from tasting the warm flavor of Vanitas' blood was precisely his title as Archiviste.
He felt envious of Jeanne, and jealous at the same time, for having met the human later and still being able to taste his blood before Noé. Noé resisted the urge to take the place of the hellfire witch that should have been his by right, even if he would never admit it out loud. The mere thought that Jeanne could hear the obscene sounds coming from Vanitas while she had the pleasure of feeling his bloody fluid entering her fangs was already driving him crazy.
Noé interrupted his thoughts before it got any further along. He really needed to eat something before things got even more uncomfortable between the two of them.
"Vanitas," Noé said, receiving a nod followed by a "Hm?" without looking up. "Can we go have dinner now?"
The boy sighed as he said, "Wait a little longer, Noé, I need to finish sewing this."
"Can you hurry up then? I'm starving!" Noé let out, knowing that he really couldn't hold out much longer, even if he said it in a sarcastic tone.
"Patience is a virtue, my dear Noé." Vanitas moved closer to the table lamp to get a better look at the needle passing through the garment. He bit his lip as he focused, a habit that Noé found adorable, but refused to say out loud either.
Noé was getting impatient, so he stood up and approached Vanitas from behind, standing above his head. With a better view, Noé could observe the way Vanitas skillfully sewed his coat, leaving the vampire amazed at the many secret talents the boy demonstrated. Vanitas really was amazing, he could sew, clean, and even cook! Just like the other day when he made a Tart Tart-
"And...Finished!" Vanitas celebrated, standing up from his chair and catching Noé by surprise when their heads collided.
"OW!" They both let out at the same time. "Noé, how many times have I told you not to stand on top of me while I work?" The human yelled.
"Ouch...I'm sorry" Noé felt his chin with his hand, trying to ease the pain of the blow. "Are you okay?"
Vanitas had his fingertips on his lips as he grimaced. "I'm fine" He said.
Noé processed the information, but his eyes were fixed on Vanitas' lips as he removed his fingers from his front, on how they were slightly reddened, with a little blood showing.
"He must have accidentally bitten his lip when we bumped heads..." Noé realized, as the smell of Vanitas' sickly sweet blood entered his nostrils.
"What are you staring at?" The younger asked, still upset.
Noé swallowed hard, he felt thirsty. He needed to get out of there, the desire for blood was already closing his throat. When he noticed Vanitas' provocative face staring at him, he realized that his eyes were red, indicating his bloodthirsty desire.
"Oh? What is this? Did I manage to make the vampire Noé Archiviste thirsty because of me?" Vanitas poked the vampire's cheek while laughing in his usual ironic tone. "Stop it." Noé said almost in a whisper after grabbing the dark-haired man's wrist.
"Huuh? Speak louder! I can't hear you Noé" he kept laughing, until Noé pushed him against the wall and pinned him down, slamming his hand against the wall making a thud against Vanitas' ear.
In an instant, the provocative face that Vanitas had been sketching disappeared, and in its place was an expression of surprise, as he felt pressured by the presence of the vampire who cornered him against the wall and studied him with his crimson eyes.
The room fell silent, as the two waited for the other to make a move; the white-haired one didn't seem like he was going to move any time soon, and Vanitas' breathing was starting to become rapid and irregular.
Blood continued to leak from the human's lips, and when he felt the vampire's piercing gaze on him, Vanitas gave in. "Fuck it."
Vanitas maintained eye contact before grabbing Noé by the collar and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Noé was taken aback as he watched Vanitas close his eyes tightly and break the kiss by a few inches. The vampire quickly gave in to his instincts and pulled Vanitas back to meet him, placing his hand behind his neck.
This time, Vanitas wrapped his arms around Noé's neck, lifting himself up a little to gain better access to the vampire's mouth. As he tried to push his tongue against Noé's teeth, he gave way, allowing his tongue to tangle with Vanitas's, mixing saliva with blood.
Vanitas's feelings filled Noé's head, even though he couldn't see his memories, just having a taste of how he was feeling was wonderful. It was a hurricane of emotions, he could feel that Vanitas was confused, but also excited, upset, but also wanting more, while he felt enormous shame, there were also others that were not so easy to decipher. Noé could not feel satisfied, he wanted more.
The kiss was becoming wild, their tongues in a battle for dominance in each other's mouths, as they sucked on any mixed fluids, Noé absorbing any small muffled moans that Vanitas let out as they kissed.
Noé kept one arm holding Vanitas' hair, pulling him slightly so that he could hear the moans he let out while the other grabbed his waist. In one movement, Vanitas moved his body closer, and then pulled them back, causing them both to fall to the ground with a loud thud.
The two separated, struggling to catch their breath. Vanitas was lying on the floor, with his hair falling over his face, between Noé's legs, who was on top of him, with his eyes wide open, his mouth agape and his face completely red — the same applied to Vanitas — they stared at each other for a few seconds before Vanitas turned and got up quickly, grabbing his coat and leaving the room, slamming the door while leaving a gaping Noé on the floor.
"What the hell just happened...?"
He brought his fingers to his lips when he realized that he could still taste the sweetness of Vanitas' blood.