Violet Minuit (Vanitas x Noe)

Chapter 4

Noe didn't think it was possible to blush any harder than he already was.

He leaps out of bed.

"W-what?" He yelps. There's just simply no way he was moaning Vanitas' name out loud during his dream.

Vanitas stands up too and begins approaching Noe, similar to how he was this morning.

Noe backs up until he collides with his bedside table, startled and trying to catch himself.

Once he's steady, he turns to see Vanitas not even a foot away, their shadows dancing on the floor.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Noe chokes out.

"Do tell, what were we doing in that dream of yours?" Vanitas steps even closer, eliminating any space left between the two.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about, I don't recall any dreams from last night," Noe quickly spits out, growing a bit frantic now.

"I didn't say when I heard it."

Fuck. Noe didn't know how to respond.

"I.. You must've misheard."

"Oh nooo. I don't think I did, dear. I heard you loud and clear. Vanitasssss~," he imitates a high-pitched squeal.

"Okay I know for a fact it didn't sound like that." Noe couldn't handle the blow to his ego.

"So you admit it," Vanitas coos. "Care to explain what we were doing in that dream?"

"I will never tell you that," Noe protests. He tries to slide to the side to free himself of Vanitas' presence, but Vanitas reacts quicker.

He grabs Noe's wrists with one hand, pinning them behind Noe's back. With the other, he grabs under his chin, the sharp points of his glove grazing Noe's jugular vein.

"Were we doing something like this, maybe?" Vanitas asks.

"It's not your business, now let me go!" Noe protests once more, fighting against Vanitas' grip and turning his head away. Vanitas turns it back with his hand. They can barely make out each other's eyes in the limited lighting of the night.

"Oh, but it is my business. My name was involved, therefore I must know," Vanitas said.

"Yeah right, says the one who protects his memories so fervently," Noe responds, still struggling against Vanitas' grip.

He knows if he really wanted to, he could force himself out of this situation. However... part of him was weakened, or rather... part of him wanted to know where this was going to go.

...and Vanitas is also well aware Noe could easily escape at any time.

"Memories and dreams are different. You should know that much at least, Noe."

Ouch. Another blow to his ego.

"If you must know... no. This is not how my dream went," Noe says with a bit of sass.

"Oh really? How did it go, then? Care to show me?"

Oh, so now he was just fucking with Noe. Still, Noe felt a little turned on by that. The possibility of recreating those images that have been circulating his mind all day.. that opportunity just laid out right in front of him.. it was too much.

"Why should I? Aren't you into Jeanne?"

"Well of course, but I can't help but be curious about your fantasies involving me."

Yeah, just curiosity. Vanitas wouldn't ever actually feel that way towards Noe, right?

Even if his relationship with Jeanne was strange, it's still more than Vanitas would ever feel towards Noe in that sense..... right?

Noe can feel Vanitas' gaze. His cockiness is almost tangible. He knew this was really getting to Noe.

"....are you sure you really want to know?" Noe asks after a bit of silence.

"Yes. Consider it research," Vanitas responds, leaning forward and lightly pressing his body into Noe.

"Fine, it was a little more like this," Noe says, giving up and into his own desires.

Noe slips his hands out of Vanitas' grasp to grab the hand still under his chin.

Noe swiftly turns Vanitas around and throws him towards the bed. Vanitas lands with his torso face-down on the edge.

Vanitas yelps at the suddenness, but doesn't try to fight back.

Noe presses into him from behind, pinning Vanitas' wrists behind his back.

"...it was more like this."

Noe felt his anxiety present just moments ago fade away as an insatiable hunger took its place. He felt like he was right back in the dream.

"...what else," Vanitas whispers, almost moaning out his question.

Oh god. So he is into it. Noe was even more confused than before, but the heat growing in his groin was overpowering any other thoughts right now.

"Not going to lie, it didn't go much further than this," Noe answers honestly. "But.."

Noe brings his lips down to graze the nape of Vanitas' neck. He can feel Vanitas shudder beneath him.

"I was this close to sucking your blood."

"You wouldn't dare," Vanitas sneers, stifling a moan from the sensation of Noe's soft lips against his neck. He was particularly sensitive in that spot, ironically enough.

"I value my life more at this moment than getting a taste, but..." Noe grows bolder and drags his tongue along Vanitas' neck. "I'd kill for it," he whispers into Vanitas' ear.

Vanitas writhes under Noe until he's able to flip himself over, Noe still standing above and over him.

"My memories are sacred. I've vowed to protect them, you know that," Vanitas says, frowning.

"I do," Noe states. "But I can't help but wonder what you taste like."

A sheepish grin grows across Vanitas' face at hearing those words.

"Well, you can taste me in more than one way, you know..."