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Vanitas tenderly pressed his lips against Noé’s, Noé returning it. The two went back and forth slowly for a while until it began to escalate into something more rough and hot and Noé pulled away suddenly, covering his mouth. He wore a flustered expression and his cheeks were burning.
“Wh-wh-what just happened?” He stuttered, panting.
Vanitas licked his lips.
“I believe you were giving into your true feelings.”
“That’s- that’s not possible, I don’t like you!”
“Well that’s not what your body was saying.” Vanitas leaned in close, the sheets rustling as he gently touched the tips of their fingers and laced them together. “Don’t deny it, Noé, you liked it.” He gave him a light peck.
Noé just sat there letting Vanitas kiss him all he wanted, trying to resist the temptation till he couldn’t hold it in any longer and pinned the scrawny man down.
What am I doing? Noé asked himself as he was drawn into kissing Vanitas back. My body is moving on its own.
Vanitas smiled and ran his fingers through Noé’s soft snow hair to support himself and pushed back. Noé unbuttoned Vanitas’s coat and separated their lips to kiss the man’s neck, running his hand up his back.
“N-Noé…!” Vanitas moaned at the sensation. He felt the young vampire bite at his neck. He chuckled while panting. “You better not let those fangs loose.”
“You have The Book of Vanitas, I’d never poison you.” Noé said. “I still don’t know who you are.”
“Then let me show you.” Vanitas whispered into his ear as he removed his gloves to reveal scars. He cupped Noé’s face, kissing him fully. Noé felt drained of strength. This was one of the abilities Vanitas had said he obtained from the Vampire Vanitas by letting him drink his blood. He had witnessed Vanitas use this ability on Jeanne back when they first met to capture and cure Thomas Berneux, the Nine Fold Murderer (not to mention he kissed the Hellwitch as well). Vanitas smirked and pushed Noé down.
“Huh-?” Noé began, blushing when Vanitas shushed him, placing a cold finger to his lips.
“But for tonight, show me who you are.” He said, tracing his fingers at the rim of Noé’s pants.
Noé sat up, gently pushing Vanitas away.
“No.” He protested. Secretly he wanted this, but it was too soon. Too fast.
“Sure.” Vanitas had no problem with listening to what Noé wanted and so removed himself from the vampire. “Only when you feel ready.”
“I-”
“How about some tea? I’ll go prepare some tea for us.” Vanitas interrupted, quickly going to his feet and half turned to smile at Noé. “What would you like?”
Noé grabbed the man’s wrist, pulling him back to the edge of the bed and kissed him. “Chamomile.”
This time, Vanitas was the one who was blushing. That surprised him, but then he laughed it off.
“Alright, my dear Noé. It shall be done.”