[ Curious to know precisely what Vanitas has in mind, he continues so watch with a detached sort of interest. ]
Mm, I’m afraid that I haven’t anything left to ruin. [ A look, up and down. ] Nor do you. Look at where we are; there is no hope to return. All we have left are weaknesses, and let me remind you, you’ve done well to share yours.
[ His hand lowers, as he shifts to lean in slightly closer to his screen. ]
[Feeling that his little show won't have any sort of sway, he pauses with a sigh.]
You still have your precious brother... [Though truthfully, fair.] You think what I've shared are my weaknesses? Then please, think again. I wouldn't have divulged such sensitive information so willingly on a first date.
[Though that's one hell of a lie. His damnable soul had him spilling so many secrets...]
Oooh, scary. I'm all a quiver... I do want to see what you're like when you're mad, but... At the same time, I would hate to ruin what we've built up. I quite enjoyed laying with you, and would be loathe to lose that. So-- I concede defeat. Your brother will be troubled by me no further.
Yet if he chooses to come to me, well... That's another matter entirely.
[ Vincent’s smile twists tighter with an airy and melodical laugh. ]
Liar.
[ When he shifts to sit up, there is the briefest glimpse of new horns emerging beneath his blond hair. ]
If my precious brother were to come to you, I expect that you will turn him away gently. Such will be part of our understanding. Playing with you has been fun, but I don’t tolerate it well when rules have been broken.
[Damn. So much for that. Oh well... It was worth a try.]
Oh~? I never did ask what type of soul you have, did I...
[With a wild grin, Vanitas flops back on the bed, kicking his legs gleefully.]
Oh dear, oh dear.... All this over some kissing. He's a grown boy, capable of making his own decisions, you realize. If he desires to play with me, who am I to tell him no?
Besides, he's a good student. I wouldn't mind teaching him more than kisses.
[ The soul comment goes ignored for now; he’s been having a hell of a time, where that’s concerned, and he doesn’t like talking about being a gross ghost!
As for the kissing… Well, Vincent’s lashes flutter with a roll of the eyes. At least that’s all he’d managed to do. ]
I suppose that would be up to you, now, if those are the sort of games that you wish to play. I would merely respond in kind. After all, this isn’t just about Gil any longer, but you and I.
[It's a detail that doesn't go unnoticed, but as with Vincent, he allows the matter to drop for now.
Instead, he rolls onto his stomach, chin propped up on a hand as he regards the other man through the phone.]
If it means so much to you, why don't you come teach me a proper lesson? Perhaps that would change my tune... Otherwise I may feel inclined to keep dear little Gilbert around to play with. I wonder what it would be like to see him writhing beneath me, crying my name and begging me for more as I take him over and over again--
[Although he knows damn well that he's inviting trouble, he doesn't flee, instead willingly opening the door with a sweeping bow and grand gesture of his arm. He's at least done himself back up, so that he's not partially dressed anymore. Better to go out looking put together, he feels.]
Master Nightray~ Do come in. I've been expecting you.
[ Wasting no time, Vincent sweeps his hand up to grasp Vanitas by the neck. Closing the door behind him all too calmly, he slams the other’s body up against it.
Facing him, noses only inches apart, mismatched eyes leer into blue for a long moment. By touch alone, he can already feel his tension begin to dissipate- and, somehow, that just angers him all the more. ]
What it is that you want?
[ Somehow, his tone is still even in its elegance. ]
[It's not a position unfamiliar to Vanitas, being grasped by the neck, held captive by someone far more powerful than his own self. The deja vu gets him to laugh, shoulders bobbing with mirth as he, licks his lips before answering. He doesn't know how this will affect their imprinting, but... should it break, it ought to be fine. Or so he tells himself.]
To have fun. Is that so wrong? I'm not out to deliberately hurt your dear brother, if that's what you're afraid of. I have no intention of dragging his emotions through the mud before stomping on them. I merely wish to know him as I know you. Intimately.
[Breathing a little heavily, he trails the backs of his fingers over Vincent's cheek affectionately.]
You can't protect him from everything forever, you know.
[ Those fingers across his cheek cause something to stir in Vincent’s chest. With a tick of the brow, his hold tightens, and he smacks Vanita’s wrist away with the back of his hand. ]
You don’t know him. Regardless of your claimed intentions, that is precisely what you’d do. Just listen to yourself now. Lover.
[ With a tut of the tongue, he throws his weight to send Vanitas careening to the floor at his feet. ]
[Ah, not the intended affect, it would seem... More's the pity, really. His grin widens at Vincent's refusal to accept his affectionate gesture, a light laugh leaving him.]
How else would I happen to get to know him, hmm? What better way than through an intimate act?
[With the force behind his hurl, Vanitas slams into the floor, bouncing slightly before coming to rest with a pained grunt. Despite the ache, he drags himself upright, eyes never leaving Vincent's face.]
How do you know I won't treat him well? I could show him all manner of things, teach him what it's like to be loved. Judging by what you've told me, he deserves as much. I could teach him to sing for you, if you so desired...
[ Vincent sighs with annoyance, delivering a kick to Vanitas’ side in order to silence him. ]
Do you issue your words out of love, too?
[ Leaning down, he throws back the other’s shoulder, to land him on his back. Straddling his legs, below the hips, he leans his weight onto a hand pressed at Vanitas’ collar. ]
[The blow leaves Vanitas coughing out of pain, grin still ever present on his face despite everything.]
Perhaps I do. Maybe I simply love differently from others.
[Once he's straddled, he licks his lips eagerly, brilliant blue eyes focused on Vincent's face as he relishes watching his expressions.]
I see... So you think yourself deserving to be toyed with. Unfortunately for you, my feelings regarding you are just as genuine. I adore you both, equally, though due to our dalliances, I am slightly more partial to you. ...for now.
[He knows he's inviting trouble, yet he just can't help himself.]
Why not invite dear brother in for some fun together? Surely that would assuage your fears.
[ Fingers thread Vanitas’ bangs back and fist into them, tugging his hair back - not as before, with ever careful force, but to cause true pain. Vincent leans in close, as though prepared to kiss him. ]
If given the chance, I would very well bed my brother. I would make him mine. That is the type of person that I am, Vanitas.
[ With that, he spits into the young doctor’s mouth. ]
It is bad enough that Gil should feel responsible for someone like me. I had worked so very hard to undo that. I failed, and I will not allow it to happen again by seeing you unravel what little happiness he retains.
[The pain earns Vincent a wince, though still his lips remain twisted into a delighted grin, like he's reveling in the sensation and Vincent's anger.]
I thought you might be... You're clearly possessive enough for it. Depraved enough. Though I don't blame you for feeling that way. He is delightfully cute.
[More words meant to earn the ire of other man, though at being spat at he coughs, then laughs.]
You keep operating under the assumption that any advances I make on him will lead to his unhappiness. How do you know you aren't standing in the way of that? Of him finding someone to love him? Are you planning on isolating him from everyone and everything, until he only has eyes for you? Because that seems most cruel.
[ That causes his brow to furrow as he looks at the other, grinning lips parting with a laugh. ]
No. [ Laughter still entangles into his breath, head shaking. ] Like you, I desired to erase myself from existence. What he deserves is a life without me dragging him down into despair!
[ From his pocket, he pulls a pair of ornate silver scissors. ]
I really do like you. Maybe I’ve already fallen for you, too. Ah, but look what you’re making me do…
[ Finally, he claims the other’s lips in a forceful kiss, licking across them as he parts— and as he plunges the point of the sharpened spears down toward Vanitas’ neck, he pierces so forcefully that they embed deep… into the flooring. So close, that they’ve nicked the skin above the young man’s collar.
And he is almost shaking with anger, that he can’t bring himself to do it. ]
[Ah, how alike they are... It's no wonder they've managed to entangle themselves so thoroughly despite hardly knowing one another and for such a short time...]
Ah... I see. Poor you. Wanting nothing but the best for someone and yet no matter what you do, it'll never be enough, will it?
[He reaches for Vincent's face, cupping his cheek and stroking it tenderly with a thumb.]
I'm honored to hear that...
[Though he freezes up once the scissors appear, eyes widening as it becomes apparent just what Vincent plans on doing with them. He doesn't even seem to genuinely mind, especially not once they lock lips. Instead, he merely closes his eyes and awaits the end-- that never comes. More's the pity, really. Gradually, he opens his eyes to find Vincent trembling and his skin bleeding, so he takes his face in both hands, drawing him back in for another kiss, this one slow and sensual. Once the lingering gesture ends, he barely parts from him, only enough to breathe.]
Indeed... Yet there is some merit to this. You now know I'll accept all of you, no matter what. That in itself is a form of love, is it not?
[ At the return of the subject, there is a flash of anger behind his eyes. ]
I do know you, because I’ve dedicated my life to the same thing. Destroyed everything good about myself, became a repulsive wretch, in the pursuit of death. I see it.
[Sighing somewhat, he shakes his head. That anger... so forceful and strong.]
Is that so... In that case, I suppose there's no denying it. That we are alike in that regard.
[Despite everything, he finds himself smiling.]
I merely wish to know where we stand. I'm not seeking to bed your brother deliberately. But nor do I think you should deny him something if he wishes to experience it for himself.
How many times must I say it, before you grasp the issue? It is because it’s you.
[ Pulling his hand away, he sits back. ]
I hardly care that you kissed him, yet you deliberately withheld it from me, and instead aired it out for the world to see. Even that was not where my anger stemmed, but rather… [ He vaguely gestures to the whole of Vanitas. ] All of this.
[ Leaning back in again, he grasps the younger man’s jaw. ]
It is because I want to see him with someone that will make him happy, not do what you’ve done here. It is because I am filled with rage that you would be so flippant to destroy us. That I still want you. All of you.
[ Despite how tightly he grips at Vanitas’ face, his smile grows eerily calm. ]
[The light in Vanitas' vibrant eyes seems to almost glow with recognition as Vincent explains, making his grievances known.]
So I am the problem? I see... Yes, that makes sense. Though I suppose saying I simply saw no reason to bring our kiss up will hold little water as an excuse, hmm?
[Though he does seem slightly puzzled by the gesture indicating "this". As if there's nothing unusual about his previous behavior and their current situation.
At being grasped, he stills, eyes looking slightly faraway.]
....I can only be what I am. I do as please, use the methods I choose, and live solely on my own terms. Does it matter that I don't actively desire to lose what we have, despite my urges to seek out something amusing from you? That should you permit it, I'd continue on by your side?
Because I would, gladly. You fascinate me, deeply. ....so very well. I won't court darling Gilbert. I won't even entertain his advances, should he make them. Will that suffice?
[ Vincent’s eyes are cold with doubt, as he considers the words offered to him. No one should be capable of hurting him this badly, and why should he wish for such a thing to continue?
Despite himself, he draws his thumb beneath Vanitas’ lip. ]
Yes. Do not break my trust again, if I should find it in me to grant it to you. I can provide you with far better amusement than this.
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Mm, I’m afraid that I haven’t anything left to ruin. [ A look, up and down. ] Nor do you. Look at where we are; there is no hope to return. All we have left are weaknesses, and let me remind you, you’ve done well to share yours.
[ His hand lowers, as he shifts to lean in slightly closer to his screen. ]
So, if it is my ire that you crave, come to me.
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You still have your precious brother... [Though truthfully, fair.] You think what I've shared are my weaknesses? Then please, think again. I wouldn't have divulged such sensitive information so willingly on a first date.
[Though that's one hell of a lie. His damnable soul had him spilling so many secrets...]
Oooh, scary. I'm all a quiver... I do want to see what you're like when you're mad, but... At the same time, I would hate to ruin what we've built up. I quite enjoyed laying with you, and would be loathe to lose that. So-- I concede defeat. Your brother will be troubled by me no further.
Yet if he chooses to come to me, well... That's another matter entirely.
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Liar.
[ When he shifts to sit up, there is the briefest glimpse of new horns emerging beneath his blond hair. ]
If my precious brother were to come to you, I expect that you will turn him away gently. Such will be part of our understanding. Playing with you has been fun, but I don’t tolerate it well when rules have been broken.
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Oh~? I never did ask what type of soul you have, did I...
[With a wild grin, Vanitas flops back on the bed, kicking his legs gleefully.]
Oh dear, oh dear.... All this over some kissing. He's a grown boy, capable of making his own decisions, you realize. If he desires to play with me, who am I to tell him no?
Besides, he's a good student. I wouldn't mind teaching him more than kisses.
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As for the kissing… Well, Vincent’s lashes flutter with a roll of the eyes. At least that’s all he’d managed to do. ]
I suppose that would be up to you, now, if those are the sort of games that you wish to play. I would merely respond in kind. After all, this isn’t just about Gil any longer, but you and I.
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Instead, he rolls onto his stomach, chin propped up on a hand as he regards the other man through the phone.]
If it means so much to you, why don't you come teach me a proper lesson? Perhaps that would change my tune... Otherwise I may feel inclined to keep dear little Gilbert around to play with. I wonder what it would be like to see him writhing beneath me, crying my name and begging me for more as I take him over and over again--
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And if Vanitas sticks around his room, he will have a knock at the door, not more than ten minutes later. ]
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Master Nightray~ Do come in. I've been expecting you.
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Facing him, noses only inches apart, mismatched eyes leer into blue for a long moment. By touch alone, he can already feel his tension begin to dissipate- and, somehow, that just angers him all the more. ]
What it is that you want?
[ Somehow, his tone is still even in its elegance. ]
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To have fun. Is that so wrong? I'm not out to deliberately hurt your dear brother, if that's what you're afraid of. I have no intention of dragging his emotions through the mud before stomping on them. I merely wish to know him as I know you. Intimately.
[Breathing a little heavily, he trails the backs of his fingers over Vincent's cheek affectionately.]
You can't protect him from everything forever, you know.
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You don’t know him. Regardless of your claimed intentions, that is precisely what you’d do. Just listen to yourself now. Lover.
[ With a tut of the tongue, he throws his weight to send Vanitas careening to the floor at his feet. ]
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How else would I happen to get to know him, hmm? What better way than through an intimate act?
[With the force behind his hurl, Vanitas slams into the floor, bouncing slightly before coming to rest with a pained grunt. Despite the ache, he drags himself upright, eyes never leaving Vincent's face.]
How do you know I won't treat him well? I could show him all manner of things, teach him what it's like to be loved. Judging by what you've told me, he deserves as much. I could teach him to sing for you, if you so desired...
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Do you issue your words out of love, too?
[ Leaning down, he throws back the other’s shoulder, to land him on his back. Straddling his legs, below the hips, he leans his weight onto a hand pressed at Vanitas’ collar. ]
I might deserve this, but Gilbert doesn’t.
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Perhaps I do. Maybe I simply love differently from others.
[Once he's straddled, he licks his lips eagerly, brilliant blue eyes focused on Vincent's face as he relishes watching his expressions.]
I see... So you think yourself deserving to be toyed with. Unfortunately for you, my feelings regarding you are just as genuine. I adore you both, equally, though due to our dalliances, I am slightly more partial to you. ...for now.
[He knows he's inviting trouble, yet he just can't help himself.]
Why not invite dear brother in for some fun together? Surely that would assuage your fears.
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If given the chance, I would very well bed my brother. I would make him mine. That is the type of person that I am, Vanitas.
[ With that, he spits into the young doctor’s mouth. ]
It is bad enough that Gil should feel responsible for someone like me. I had worked so very hard to undo that. I failed, and I will not allow it to happen again by seeing you unravel what little happiness he retains.
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I thought you might be... You're clearly possessive enough for it. Depraved enough. Though I don't blame you for feeling that way. He is delightfully cute.
[More words meant to earn the ire of other man, though at being spat at he coughs, then laughs.]
You keep operating under the assumption that any advances I make on him will lead to his unhappiness. How do you know you aren't standing in the way of that? Of him finding someone to love him? Are you planning on isolating him from everyone and everything, until he only has eyes for you? Because that seems most cruel.
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No. [ Laughter still entangles into his breath, head shaking. ] Like you, I desired to erase myself from existence. What he deserves is a life without me dragging him down into despair!
[ From his pocket, he pulls a pair of ornate silver scissors. ]
I really do like you. Maybe I’ve already fallen for you, too. Ah, but look what you’re making me do…
[ Finally, he claims the other’s lips in a forceful kiss, licking across them as he parts— and as he plunges the point of the sharpened spears down toward Vanitas’ neck, he pierces so forcefully that they embed deep… into the flooring. So close, that they’ve nicked the skin above the young man’s collar.
And he is almost shaking with anger, that he can’t bring himself to do it. ]
… Disappointing.
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Ah... I see. Poor you. Wanting nothing but the best for someone and yet no matter what you do, it'll never be enough, will it?
[He reaches for Vincent's face, cupping his cheek and stroking it tenderly with a thumb.]
I'm honored to hear that...
[Though he freezes up once the scissors appear, eyes widening as it becomes apparent just what Vincent plans on doing with them. He doesn't even seem to genuinely mind, especially not once they lock lips. Instead, he merely closes his eyes and awaits the end-- that never comes. More's the pity, really. Gradually, he opens his eyes to find Vincent trembling and his skin bleeding, so he takes his face in both hands, drawing him back in for another kiss, this one slow and sensual. Once the lingering gesture ends, he barely parts from him, only enough to breathe.]
Indeed... Yet there is some merit to this. You now know I'll accept all of you, no matter what. That in itself is a form of love, is it not?
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No. You are merely in love with the idea of being destroyed.
[ Hand wrapping around the scissors, he pulls them free with force. ]
And I was foolish enough that I played into your game.
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Don't act like you know me.
[Hypocritical much? Still, he catches Vincent's hand holding the scissors, forcing them to hover between them.]
Are you still insistent that I leave your brother alone? I am sincere in that I mean him no harm, emotional or physical.
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I do know you, because I’ve dedicated my life to the same thing. Destroyed everything good about myself, became a repulsive wretch, in the pursuit of death. I see it.
[ His hand tightens, knuckles going white. ]
I see what’s important to you.
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Is that so... In that case, I suppose there's no denying it. That we are alike in that regard.
[Despite everything, he finds himself smiling.]
I merely wish to know where we stand. I'm not seeking to bed your brother deliberately. But nor do I think you should deny him something if he wishes to experience it for himself.
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How many times must I say it, before you grasp the issue? It is because it’s you.
[ Pulling his hand away, he sits back. ]
I hardly care that you kissed him, yet you deliberately withheld it from me, and instead aired it out for the world to see. Even that was not where my anger stemmed, but rather… [ He vaguely gestures to the whole of Vanitas. ] All of this.
[ Leaning back in again, he grasps the younger man’s jaw. ]
It is because I want to see him with someone that will make him happy, not do what you’ve done here. It is because I am filled with rage that you would be so flippant to destroy us. That I still want you. All of you.
[ Despite how tightly he grips at Vanitas’ face, his smile grows eerily calm. ]
Do you understand?
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[The light in Vanitas' vibrant eyes seems to almost glow with recognition as Vincent explains, making his grievances known.]
So I am the problem? I see... Yes, that makes sense. Though I suppose saying I simply saw no reason to bring our kiss up will hold little water as an excuse, hmm?
[Though he does seem slightly puzzled by the gesture indicating "this". As if there's nothing unusual about his previous behavior and their current situation.
At being grasped, he stills, eyes looking slightly faraway.]
....I can only be what I am. I do as please, use the methods I choose, and live solely on my own terms. Does it matter that I don't actively desire to lose what we have, despite my urges to seek out something amusing from you? That should you permit it, I'd continue on by your side?
Because I would, gladly. You fascinate me, deeply. ....so very well. I won't court darling Gilbert. I won't even entertain his advances, should he make them. Will that suffice?
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Despite himself, he draws his thumb beneath Vanitas’ lip. ]
Yes. Do not break my trust again, if I should find it in me to grant it to you. I can provide you with far better amusement than this.
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