bleude | Open Prompt Post & Closed Starters

Quite. You have natural skill.

[Is that him shoveling shit or just being his usual flirty self... It's so difficult to tell where one ends and one begins. Clearly though somebody's got to care for this boy's appearance, because he's certainly one handsome devil when done up presentably. That much Vanitas isn't oblivious to at all.

Noting the enthusiasm with which Noé receives the praise, he makes a mental note to use a rewards system rather than something uncouth like threats with him. Not only does it seem like it would fare better, but in a battle of physical feats, he knows he's damn well out-classed by a vampire. Their accursed inhuman strength... So yes. Gentle kindness and persuasion seems the best way to go with this one.

Idly, he pets at Noé's cheek, gazing into his now once again purple eyes. Though speaking of vampires...]

What all can you do when it comes to rewriting the world formula? I know the de Sades are famous for their ice manipulation. How about you?

I do?

[It. Is not like he has anything to compare his skills in intimacy against, really. But Vanitas isn't wrong when he guesses it would be better to incentivise the vampire with rewards. It isn't like it really takes all that much to appease him. To make him brighten like a young toddler on Christmas morning. He's rather simple in that way, which probably makes it easier for Vanitas to take advantage of, once he gets to know the other better.

He tilts his head a little at the question, looking a little sheepish.]

Ah....I'm not really that great. I can use it to enhance my physical ability. And sort of with gravity, though....just standing on the wall or ceiling can make me nauseous....Domi is better at it than I am.

You do indeed.

[Not an empty compliment by far, as he quite enjoyed their little kisses, inexperienced as he is. Slowly, Vanitas is learning what makes Noé tick and how to best leverage that against him for his own means. Though he's yet to really put it to the test, he figures it's better to build up a rapport with him before asking anything too big.

At his sheepishness, Vanitas draws his hand down along the side of the other's neck, down the front to his collarbone.]

Useful, if nothing else. You don't need to be flashy if you can use your skill in creative ways. The de Sade woman... Is she here presently?

[Because she might be a problem if she is. He's heard she's no sucker, for sure.]

Ah, did you want to see Domi? I can get her for you. She's around somewhere....?

[He doesn't think twice about offering. Probably in part because, well, as protective as he is over his childhood friend, he is well aware she is capable enough to handle things. He doubts that anything would happen, though. He just figures that Vanitas wanted to talk to her about something or other. Most of the time, it is not like he is told everything about what is going on around the mansion or such. Just what others felt necessary that he needed to know. Which isn't usually all that much.

Besides, he figures it is just an inevitability that Vanitas would meet Domi at some point, if they were to be married and all. Domi was practically family, after all. So, of course, he would introduce her to him. Not that she might necessarily be all that thrilled about this.]

No--! No, that's quite alright... I'm sure we'll meet eventually. I just know she attends to various businesses here and there...

[Yeah, great save there, Vanitas. Oh well, despite sounding a touch uncertain, he manages to regain his composure fairly quickly, coughing a bit out of nerves. As though to overcome his loss of control, he snags Noé by the shirt, tugging him down onto the bed beside him and allowing himself the chance to crawl on top of the vampire's hips, hands splayed out on his chest. A bit of a compromising position to be sure, though knowing Vanitas, that's probably the whole idea...]

I'm more interested in you, truthfully.

[And that's not a lie or deceit, either. He truly is becoming fascinated with the man beneath him.]

Oh. I guess. Yes, she's here somewhere. Probably with Teacher or something.

[If he was going to say anything more, it's not coming out, but a little noise of surprise does as Vanitas pulls him back down next to him. He doesn't resist, merely instinctively lying there blinking up at the other. Even someone as oblivious as he is has some idea that this is a bit of a compromising position. However, it isn't as if Vanitas would have that many visitors. The chance of anyone else walking in on them is fairly slim, really.

He can feel his cheeks heat when the other says he's more interested in him. Given that it is not as if he's had anyone say this sort of thing before, or be in such a position, it's all rather obvious and easy for him to be flustered about it, as he swallows. Even if he could easily push or throw Vanitas off of him, he doesn't. He allows it as the other climbs on top of him. Probably in part from the surprise, and in part because he yet sees no reason to stop him. Vanitas doesn't seem to want to harm him. So it's probably fine.]

Me?

Good. Let them stay together for a while. I've got business with you.

[Compromising business, as it turns out. The kind that would definitely raise a few eyebrows and get him into vast amounts of trouble should anyone else see them, given he's supposed to be the prisoner and Noé one of the exalted keepers. That thought burns at Vanitas' mind, reminding him that his whole goal in this fiasco is to try getting out, not wooing his betrothed. ...although the idea itself does have some merit to it. It would probably earn him points with Ruthven and company to play along with their game.

Besides, perhaps blowing off some steam would do him some good... He's been nothing but tense since his capture, thinking of precious little aside from escape. Now though... he has a new plaything to enjoy. One who's oh so innocent and definitely untouched. Idly, he starts unbuttoning Noé's shirt and vest, intent on leveling the playing field between them.]

You. You're a conundrum, a mystery. You have so much strength, so much power, yet you let me manhandle you without a care. You seem oblivious to our positions, yet clearly you're not stupid. I want to know more about you... What makes you tick.

Business? Wh -- um...?

[It's not like he tries to stop Vanitas. The other had already removed his shirt, anyway. And it isn't like it was all that cold. At least for him. Murr simply glances at the two of them from his position at the bedside table, eyeing Vanitas but not seeming to figure anything was wrong. Probably in part because the vampire was so instinctively compliant, not really thinking as he shifts to help remove his shirt and vest, sitting up just enough to pull them off before lying back down.]

That's..well, I don't want to hurt you? And you haven't actually hurt me or anything, so. There's no reason for me to use that strength?

[He tries to explain, unsure if he is wording it very well as his hair fans out on the pillow underneath his head. It's hard to really get a good read on Vanitas, what his intentions might be just yet. He swallows, lips pursing together as he glances up to the other above him.]

[Very personal business, if the way he's acting is any indication. Though it's no surprise that it goes rather over Noé's head, he can't help but laugh quietly at how damn compliant the vampire is, even going so far as to help undress him. Either he's into it too, or, more likely, he's clueless as to Vanitas' intentions. Oh well. He'll make it perfectly clear in due time. Probably once he gets his hands on where it really counts. If he doesn't get it then, in that case Vanitas may have to call the whole thing off so he doesn't feel gross.]

Hmm... I suppose that all is true. Though I meant what I said about snapping your neck earlier.

[With the top half of his clothes out of the way, he trails both hands over the dark skin of his chest, moving up to trace his collarbone before slipping his fingers around Noé's neck. Like he plans on throttling him, save for the fact he's applying no pressure just yet. Instead, he tenderly massages there, savoring his pulse.]

But I haven't done anything?

[The only harm that had come to Vanitas had been when he'd fed from him. And that had been with Vanitas's permission. Given how seriously the vampire takes that rule, how otherwise it just feels....wrong. Vanitas might need to be rather direct, but eventually, even this idiot should understand. He's rather dense and oblivious, but not entirely so that he doesn't know of such intimacy. In theory, anyway.

There's a pout at his lips before they part when Vanitas's hands go further up to his neck. For some reason, in spite of what Vanitas says, he doesn't make any move to stop him or push him off. Even if he easily could if he wanted to. Unlike Vanitas, his body seems to be unmarked. With no scars or blemishes to reveal the past he had endured.]

[Okay, that gets him laughing, dark and ominously as he bends over Noé to hide his expression, his wicked grin. Moving his hands up from his neck, he traces his jawlines, cupping both cheeks in his hands as he slowly raises his head enough to gaze at the vampire, eyes alight with the fires of contempt.]

You're one of my captors, you realize. Even if you happen to be a pawn, too. You're still a loathsome vampire. I should use you as a bargaining chip to secure my freedom, and maybe I will yet. You seem like the sort who doesn't like others to suffer, am I right?

[Leaning in, he presses another kiss to Noé's lips, lightly nipping at his bottom lip for fun. Even if he's just planning on using the man, he might end up missing this part of his captivity. It's quite nice to have someone to play with, even if they are rather clueless.]

I w - mmph?

[Whatever he had been about to say in response is cut off when Vanitas leans in and kisses him again. The doctor isn't wrong. And Noé had already even named Dominique. So Vanitas knew that the two of them were close. That he could probably use that against Noé to get him to cooperate. As if the vampire wasn't already pretty compliant regardless of that threat, yet. With the way he instinctively returns the kiss even amid a look of confusion at his features. That look in Vanitas's eyes has him tensing underneath the other, his hands at his sides clenching, fingers clutching at the blankets as Murr hisses at seeing Vanitas's hands at his owner's throat, but seems to calm down some when Vanitas raises them to his cheeks.]

Suffer? What do you mean?

[He's curious what all Noé was going to say, but not quite enough so to cease kissing him. He likes doing that far too much to spare some words on it. Honestly, he should be thanking the vampire for being so obliging in every regard, from providing him with information to indulging in his affections to threatening him so openly. At least the cat seems to have some sense of self-preservation on behalf of his master, even if Noé himself lacks any. Cool eyes drift over those soft, refined features of the other's as he strokes a cheek and sighs, parting from the kiss. Not too far, just enough to talk again.]

I can't imagine your diplomats have anything pleasant in store for either of us... If my surmises are right, they'll try to break me in so I'll play their little game. The de Sades in particular are known for their cruel methods...

[Sitting up, he sighs, looking distastefully down at Noé. From there, he scoots back in order to start working on his pants. Sorry if that's a bit forward??]

Break you in? The de - Domi? You mean you think she....no, I - I'll talk to her?

[He immediately offers. Which was probably just what Vanitas had wanted to hear. To take advantage of his friendship with her. To use her to make him cooperate and thus eventually get his freedom. Somehow. Noé's trying to focus on the conversation, confused and evidently upset at any even implied threat to his precious Dominique. That has him barely registering that Vanitas is undoing his pants. Because surely, whatever Vanitas thinks she might do, she wouldn't? As if he really is that oblivious to the all but inevitable chance that she would find out about this and all but kill the human on top of him for even daring to think of what he was currently doing to Noé. As if she wouldn't have come to talk to him about his arranged betrothal to her childhood friend, regardless of any of this.]

[It is precisely what he wants to hear. If he can get Noé vouching on his behalf, then that might lead to Dominique favoring him as well for Noé's sake, which in turn could open even more avenues. He doesn't imagine that it'll lead to his total freedom, but perhaps if nothing else he can bargain to be allowed to wander the estate more. So yes, perhaps he's sabotaging himself by going this far, but... he's always been impulsive and hedonistic. A fool who gets himself into trouble more often than not. It's why he doesn't think twice about slipping Noé's pants down, exposing him as he himself sprawls out between his legs, hands then returning to his hips to knead at the bare skin there.]

Good, good~ And as a thank you, I'll make you feel good, hmm...?

[He and Dominique were far too obviously close for them not to be a glaring weakness of each other's. Then again, even if Noé himself hadn't mentioned her specifically, it wouldn't have taken much for Vanitas to find out, really. Especially when he could easily coach it as wanting to know more about his betrothed, asking about Noé's friends or the like. There's very little, if not nothing, that Noé wouldn't do for Domi. Even the implication that Vanitas would do anything to her has him worked up as it is.

He swallows, well aware of how hot and red his face must be as Vanitas pulls his pants down. If not for Vanitas being in between his legs, he would probably instinctively try to hide, to cover himself. At best, he raises one hand to cover his face as his lips purse briefly.]

You...?

[Just what was Vanitas trying to do, exactly? Noé isn't quite sure. Beyond the obvious of wanting to leave. How he had mentioned Paris. He feels like his head is spinning from it all, trying to piece everything together when Vanitas is stripping off his clothes and all. It isn't like he's never been naked in front of someone before. But it had been a long time since he would have been young enough that he had let Domi play dress up with him, since he had Louis around. He's never felt quite this vulnerable before. Let alone with a human...]

[It's not an ideal position, threatening the childhood friend of his betrothed, but needs must in trying times. You do what you have to, no matter how heinous or immoral. Just like what he's doing now, trying to manipulate Noé for his own gain. He figures if there's any way that's efficient in getting the vampire to heed his wishes, it would be by either making him weak to his advances or shaming him for letting it happen in the first place. He'd much prefer the former, but if it takes the latter, then so be it.

Although there is some truth to how cute Noé is. Enough so that briefly Vanitas considers taking the idiot with him when he leaves. Though that seems the height of foolishness; the guy would only slow him down and cause trouble, undoubtedly, if he didn't just run back to the first vampires he could find to report their escape.]

Mmhmm... Indeed...

[Once Vanitas has both pants and undergarments down, he grasps Noé's length in his hand, smiling serenely, as if he's done this dozens of times. (He hasn't. He's just as inexperienced as the vampire himself, if more knowledgeable on theoretical level.) Gaze turning upwards, he licks his lips before moving in to press a kiss to his head, testing the waters as it were.]

Don't be shy about voicing what you do or don't like.

[Noé doesn't stop the other. As clueless and trusting as he is, it's a wonder that he hasn't ended up in such a situation a long time ago. Which, really, is probably thanks to him being under his Teacher's care, and Dominique likely handling anyone she thinks could even dare to touch him. He's nervous, finding himself only having some vague idea of what to expect as Vanitas strips him entirely.

He bites his lower lip when Vanitas grasps him, feeling the press of lips. It isn't something he had really spent all that much time wondering about. This sort of intimacy. But right about now, he probably wishes he knew more. Had done more. He's well aware of his inexperience and is certain that it would be obvious. He raises a hand to cover his face, as if by avoiding the other's gaze really does anything to lessen how exposed he is.]

Ah....okay?

[It likely is only the saving grace of his friend and teacher that's kept him from being used for such purposes, but... at least there's some affection in Vanitas' heart for his supposed betrothed? It certainly doesn't make it right or fair, but he's at least considerate and gentle in his ministrations, gradually working him up to full mast by stroking him while his lips tease his head. Going slowly so as to allow Noé to become accustomed to the feeling, and for him to express any displeasure or wants of his own, should he have them.]

Heh... You do look so cute like this... I could get used to it.

[Briefly, he darts his tongue out, lapping at his slit to encourage the formation of fluids to aid in his endeavors. Saliva only gets one so far, after all, and he wants this to be as pleasurable as possible for them both, if he can.]

[Noé is glad that the other is taking it slowly. Gradually building him up to this. But he supposes that needs to be done, anyway. Preparing? Right? Still, he isn't entirely able to stifle the sounds that he emits; muffled noises of pleasure start escaping despite himself. It doesn't take him long to instinctively start moving his hips along with Vanitas's stroking and attentions. At least, given how opulent the mansion is, there's probably decent soundproofing to avoid others overhearing.

Because there's definitely a louder moan when Vanitas uses his tongue, his fingers clutching tighter to the blanket with the hand not covering his face. It's impossible to deny that it is pleasurable. That he finds he likes this. Though he can't help some measure of insecurity even as Vanitas tries to reassure him.]

You...huh?

Mmhmm... Quite.

[Never let it be said that Vanitas is completely without mercy or kindness, even if he expresses it in very odd ways. Though he is being rather a bully by instigating this sort of thing without so much as a "may I?" It isn't as though Noé can't defend himself, which Vanitas finds the most intriguing part of all this. If he hated it, then he could stop it in an instant. So... he approves, apparently? Or at least it doesn't occur to him to defend himself. Certainly few if any people will hear them in this far off wing...

For a time Vanitas simply sticks to running his tongue over the head, occasionally dipping low to run around the rim while his hand does the vast majority of the work in pumping him. Though once Noé begins moving in time with him, a wicked grin breaks out over Vanitas' expression and he decides to take it a step further by taking the head of Noé's length into his mouth, making his own pleased noise as he does so.]

[Noé isn't particularly following the conversation at this point. Whether he had really registered what Vanitas had just said might be debatable, given the way he's instinctively trying to move in time with the other. Some part of him might question this whole situation. But not enough to stop Vanitas. To push him away. To grab his clothes and dress, to flee out of the room with Murr.

He doesn't. Because, despite everything, he can't deny that this does feel good. Very good, actually. There's a moan that escapes when Vanitas takes him in his mouth as things progress. His back arches slightly as his head turns to the side, vaguely aware that he just might be accidentally tearing the sheets with how tightly his fingers clutch at them. If he was worked up from fretting about Domi, this isn't exactly doing anything to calm him down. But it is definitely distracting him. Not that it would be difficult to. It is Noé, after all.

But especially when he's so inexperienced, making all of this so new to him. Making him so sensitive to Vanitas's attentions. If nothing else, Noé was always curious and seeking pleasure. Though usually he found it in the form of food, or new sights or experiences. Not quite experiences like this. Vanitas was giving him a whole new kind of experience. A whole new kind of pleasure he hadn't known he had been missing or needed, as he starts to feel it building inside.]

Quite....haaaa.

[No self-preservation instincts, whatsoever, that much Vanitas has learned from their short time together. Perhaps once all is said and done Noé will come to detest him utterly, especially with what he has planned in store for the vampire. Maybe he'll go running to Dominique and she'll in turn come to kill him. He doesn't find he minds the notion much. It's preferable to living in the confines of a gilded prison for the remainder of his natural life.

Though perhaps pleasuring Noé for years wouldn't be so bad... He's such a musical sort, giving him all kinds of delicious noises as he writhes about on the bed, fingers flexing and hips undulating in time with his efforts. Still, he's determined to make it even better than this. To really send Noé for a loop with what limited knowledge he has, making him a slave to pleasure if only for a while.

Dipping his head lower, he takes more of his length into his mouth, tongue pressing along the underside, warm and wet while Noé continues leaking some of that salty fluid Vanitas has been angling for. It helps coat his tongue and mouth and, when he swallows around him, his throat. Oh yes, he's going to go for it alright - fingers glide over his exposed skin, while more of him disappears down Vanitas' throat, where he swallows around his head. He has to breathe through his nose, but... it's fine. He can handle it.]

Mmmm...

A-aaah...!

[Noé gives up trying to make sense of Vanitas. What the other has planned. It's not like he is in any state to really think too much about anything else right now. Anything other than Vanitas's attentions. The feeling of his tongue on him. The way his fingers grip and stroke him. It seems like just when he thinks he's adjusting and getting used to riding the waves of pleasure that shoot through him, Vanitas goes further.

He's hardly able to really restrain himself from just giving in. Allowing Vanitas to continue. If nothing else, Noé was rather a glutton for sweets or anything else he enjoyed. Given time, he might be rather the same about intimacy. If Vanitas were to stay long enough, or at least take the vampire with him, if not. Noé isn't quite sure exactly what the other is planning, but right now it hardly matters. He doesn't seem to notice the side-eye that Murr gives to Vanitas before the cat turns and licks at his paws, tail shifting and almost knocking the bedside lamp over. It's only after that when Noé finally removes his hand from his face, lowering it down next to his head on the pillow as he tries to remember to breathe under Vanitas's attention.]

[If making Noé delirious with pleasure was the goal (and in fact it rather is), then it seems like it's mission accomplished. Certainly he's gone beyond simply getting the other man in his thrall, because he could have done that with words alone given Noé's innocent and trusting nature. Instead, Vanitas has chosen a path of intimacy, of pleasure to woo his betrothed into submission.

And submit, he is doing. Beautifully so. With gaze locked upon the vampire's face, Vanitas continues taking more and more of him into his mouth, until he's all but swallowed him whole. His jaw aches and his throat burns, and breathing is difficult, but he manages, swallowing around Noé's length while his hand repeatedly strokes what little remains outside. His other hand kneads at one of his thighs, helping to keep his legs open. Murr's displeasure goes completely unnoticed with Vanitas focused solely on his partner, head bobbing at a luxurious pace. Slow enough to make him squirm, but not such that it's more tease than pleasure. It's good that Noé himself remembers to breath, as he can't get any reminders from his partner...]

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