Violet Minuit (Vanitas x Noe)

Chapter 2

"Vanitas.." Noe grumbled, breathing into Vanitas' neck. His hot exhale formed beads of moisture on Vanitas' pale soft skin.

Vanitas looked up at the man behind him, seeing all Noe's beauty and pain through his current almost animalistic state.

Just as a smirk played across Vanitas' lips, his face was shoved back into the mattress, muffling sounds of pleasure on the brink of escape.

"Someone's hungry," Vanitas mumbled into the bed.

"Did I say you could speak?" Noe returned, pressing his hips deeper against Vanitas' back, gently grinding into him. They were basically fucking with clothes on at this point.

Vanitas squirmed under Noe's hand, desperate to retort. What a brat.

Just as Vanitas freed his mouth, he felt Noe's hand around his wrists tighten, causing him to yelp.

"That's what I thought," Noe sneered through his teeth. "Know your place, human."

Vanitas couldn't help the flush creeping up his neck and filling his cheeks. However, it wouldn't be nearly enough to stop his quick mouth.

"Yeah, sure. Human, if that's what you want to call it. But you're a vampire whose fangs are useless against me anyways."

Noe stopped himself from using force to shut Vanitas up. His words piqued his interest beyond the typical brat banter.

"And what exactly do you mean by that?"

"You wouldn't dare risk your life just for a taste of my blood now, would you?"

"Try me."

***

Noe almost leaped out of bed, sweat dripping down his forehead and back. He took a moment to slow his breath, not noticing a curious Vanitas' gaze from across the room.

"Bad dream?" Vanitas asked, cocking his head to the right with a small smirk growing across his face.

Noe quickly covered his face with his hand. He had just seen that smirk moments ago in his dream. "Y-yeah, something like that," Noe managed to choke out, pushing himself out of bed and practically flinging himself into the bathroom.

He pulled the door shut, locking it, before placing his hands on either side of the sink, the cold porcelain slick under his sweaty palms.

Noe knew he so desperately wanted to try Vanitas' notoriously sweet blood... but why this dream?

His brain must've confused thoughts about Vanitas' lust for Jeanne with his own feelings. Yeah, that's it.

Even so, he felt his mouth begin to water at the thought of having that control. Of being so close to slipping his fangs into Vanitas' neck. Of hearing his soft m-

Okay, no. There has to be something wrong. Maybe Noe was put under a curse.

Noe burst back into the bedroom. "Vanitas, I think I'm a curse bearer."

"What makes you say that?" Vanitas asked, tilting his head once more.

"Don't worry about it. Just use your fancy book, okay?"

Vanitas stood up from his seat at the desk. "I'll have you know, I'm in the middle of something very important right now. So pray tell, why should I interrupt my business to take care of your delusions?"

Noe realized just then how Vanitas was up and fully ready. He usually took a lot of persuading and sometimes dragging to get him out of bed in the morning.

"What're you writing?" Noe looked past Vanitas to the quill and paper sitting on the desk.

Noe clearly hit a sensitive spot, because Vanitas immediately blushed and looked away. Noe bit the inside of his cheek to subdue the shock of his own pleasure at seeing that expression.

"That's not what I asked," Vanitas recovered almost instantly, walking over to Noe.

Noe stiffened as Vanitas grew closer, almost fully against his body, pressing him to the wall.

Vanitas looked Noe up and down, then back up to meet his glowing cyan eyes with Noe's electric purple.

Noe felt an intense sensation bloom from the center of his chest, traveling all the way to his fingers and toes. He trembled a bit, flashbacks of his dream running through his mind.

Only, the tables were reversed.

Noe gulped, hard. Vanitas suddenly grabbed Noe by his chin, bringing his face down to meet his, their noses almost touching.

Vanitas stayed in this position for a moment, almost like he was scanning Noe.

Just as suddenly as he had grabbed him, Vanitas releases Noe and strides off back to the table.

"If you intend to waste my time, at least make it something interesting next time," Vanitas coos with his back turned. He sat back down and picked up his quill as if nothing happened.

Noe felt those words like a stab. He knew Vanitas was just a very sassy man, but damn, that kinda hurt.

"Well, I'm going out," Noe stated, trying his best to brush off what just happened. Vanitas didn't think anything of it, so why should he?

Noe grabs his coat and slips on his shoes. He shoots a quick glance back at Vanitas, who happened to be staring right back at him. Noe jumped a little.

"Where might you be going? It's a Sunday," Vanitas asks, resting his chin in his palm.

"Well if you must know, I'm visiting Domi today," Noe said, standing a bit taller. He knew jealousy doesn't exactly work on Vanitas the same way it does any other normal person, but he couldn't help it. His ego was already burned.

Vanitas' eyes narrowed, then widened. "If you see Jeanne, can you hand this to her?" Vanitas walks back over to Noe, shoving a letter into his hands. "Thanks!" Vanitas says, walking back to the desk to pick up.

Noe blinks, dumbfounded once again. Without thinking, he turns on his heels and marches out the door, trying not to slam it. No need to give Vanitas any more ammo than he already has.

Noe walks down to the lobby and finds a place to sit.

He pulls out the letter to examine it... just a bit.

Noe has no idea how Vanitas had the time for this, but the letter was sealed with a circle of turquoise wax stamped with an intricate "V."

Noe couldn't help his mind to wander. What in the world did this letter say? Was he confessing his love to Jeanne once again? Planning a date? Proposing???

Against his better judgement, Noe whipped out a pocket knife. Trembling a bit, he gently slid the knife underneath the wax to loosen its grip on the soft paper.

"What do you think you're doing?"