[Perhaps it is presumptuous of him to make such a claim, but then, folks are oft apt to get a bit overly dramatic where sex is involved. Especially for a first time. Maybe that's why Vanitas finds himself already getting so damn attached to his partner. Or it could simply be the pleasure speaking for him, clouding his mind and common sense. Either way, he's not sure he cares. All he knows is he wants it to continue, and so he does, able to already picture what Noé's brilliant eyes would look like were they not covered. Grinning to himself, he drags his teeth along the vampire's jaw, nipping and kissing his way up to an ear, which he then latches onto with a canine. His hips never cease, rocking steadily against Noé's until they're both breathing hard.]
Mmm, yes... You're so nice and tight and hot, and handsome to boot...
[He supposes whether he is attractive is subjective. He can't really argue against that if Vanitas finds him desirable. At least, that is what he assumes the other means by 'hot', from vaguely remembering some conversations he's overheard here and there. As for being nice. That's...just how he is, if rather oblivious and dense.
He can't deny that he is also curious about Vanitas. Attracted to him. That much is evident in the way he moves his hips, trying to time his movements with Vanitas's, the soft moan that he emits at Vanitas nipping and kissing him. Or it is just his body instinctively reacting. Sensitive and new to this, as he is. It isn't like he's really overthinking it right now. His head turns as Vanitas makes his way up, and he bites his lower lip as Vanitas latches on to his ear, barely stifling the small noise of surprise.]
[Even if his praise is lost on Noé, he means every word of what he says, both with the meaning he intends and however the vampire chooses to interpret it. Because it's true that his partner is kind and attractive, breathtakingly so. The stark contrast between his dark skin and light hair is a thing of refined beauty, a rare treasure. Vanitas would value him for that alone, were he not also becoming smitten with his stupid innocence.
With them working together to match each other's thrusts, Vanitas can't help gasping and panting as the tension builds in his loins. Yet still he manages to sink his teeth into the soft fleshy lobe of Noé's ear, lightly worrying the thing a bit before sucking at it, hard. Trying to overwhelm his partner with a multitude of sensations as he pistons into the vampire, over and over again, each thrust becoming more forceful and desperate.]
[It isn't like he recalls how his darker skin and lighter hair were a trait from his clan. How obvious it is for those who were aware of the Archiviste. Really, Vanitas was gorgeous in his own right. Small and lithe, with bright blue eyes. He's not sure he's ever seen blue eyes quite that hue, quite that bright. It's only accentuated by the blue of the other's clothes, before he had removed them. Unlike anyone else he'd ever seen. While scarred, his skin was so pale. And Vanitas's hair is the opposite of his. Dark and long. He can feel it at Vanitas's back, as he clings tighter to the other, raising his legs to wrap around Vanitas's waist. Given everything, he doesn't even register that in biting his lip, he'd nicked the lower one. He can't really focus on anything but Vanitas. That pleasure that just keeps building, that feeling in his stomach as he scratches at Vanitas's back and arches his back. Trying to remember to breathe as he hears his name.]
[He hums lightly, reinforcing that comment both verbally and with a suck to his lobe. While not oblivious to his own looks, Vanitas can't help thinking he pales in comparison to the man before him in every way. Strong and muscular, with a physique any sane person would be jealous of. That he's a vampire is slowly moving out of the realm of importance the longer they engage in the intimate act. He finds himself wanting to keep Noé near, and does just that by hugging onto him and moving his lips back to capture his mouth in a deep kiss that shares the tang of blood between them. One interrupted by moans as the other scratches him up good, pleasing him to know he's driving the vampire mad with lust. He goes from merely thrusting to outright pounding into Noé's virgin body, seeking the euphoric rush he knows will come from being driven over the edge.
Finally, he breaks the kiss to gasp for air and answer him.]
Come with me. When I leave this place... stay by my side...
[Noé clings tighter as Vanitas pounds into him, mostly with his arms but also with his legs tightening around the other's waist as well. As if Vanitas needed any more encouragement between that and the moans he emits in between the kisses. The closer he gets to release, the tighter he seems to get around Vanitas, the more instinctively heated he kisses the other. While he may be inexperienced and going by instinct, for all that, he isn't quite as clumsy and fumbling about it as he might have expected. Probably in part because it was harder to feel quite so insecure when he can't see anyway. It only seems to heighten how sensitive he is to Vanitas's touch in response to that lack of sight.
He tries to remember to catch his breath when Vanitas pulls back and speaks.]
[The response comes in a breathless pant as Vanitas revels in how receptive and enthusiastic Noé is to being taken again and again, making him actually feel wanted for the first time in a very long while. Maybe it's beyond the pale to think that when he all but forced himself upon the other man, but... if tender feelings can be cultivated from such an encounter, they surely have in him. And not only because because of the passion with which Noé kisses him, nor clings to him, desperate as well for release. But because this fool, this kind fool, has seemingly accepted him for what he is: a right old bastard. So as he pushes them both towards release, he threads his fingers through Noé's hair, reveling in its softness while he brazenly thrusts into the vampire and - in a spark of inspiration - grasps his length to jerk him off at the same time.]
[....Of course, he's never been and wants to go. Curious as ever. Not that Vanitas yet is aware of how exhausting it would be to take him anywhere. How abysmal his lack of directional awareness is, and how easily he gets distracted. Those sorts of things would take time for Vanitas to pick up on. Though maybe not as long, if Vanitas is expecting that he really knows his way around, even the mansion, all that well. To lead them both outside. While he has been to the mansion off and on, he's far more used to staying with his Teacher, while Domi would return here for most of the year.
Still, for all that this was unexpected and kind of forced on him, that doesn't change that he was rather compliant and enthusiastic despite the circumstances. He gasps, his lips parting in a moan when Vanitas grasps him in hand. As if he weren't already close enough. It's almost too much. Almost too overwhelming as he shudders and his chin rests on Vanitas's shoulder. As if that would muffle his cries. It doesn't. At all. He's already sensitive from Vanitas having helped him just before. So it really wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.]
[For all Vanitas likes to claim he's a lone wolf, there's always been a longing for some kind of companionship. A friend. A lover. Someone who would hate him a little less than he hates himself, maybe even treasure him for all his flaws and contradictions. Certainly he never thought of finding it here, in Atlus, far from the world he grew up in. Even if that someone happens to be a directionally challenged vampire of a long thought dead clan. So far Noé has done nothing but be accepting of him, tolerant and welcoming... It's enough to make him sick. Or cry. One or the other.
Right now though, it's tears of pleasure that dampen his eyes, feeling Noé clamp down on him as he starts jerking his partner off. All the while pounding into him with reckless abandon. He can feel his own release edging ever closer, the tightening of his core as everything begins to turn into one pleasurable blur. Almost affectionately, he bumps his head against Noé's as the other tucks his chin onto his shoulder, breathing hard in his ear. Thumbing the head of his length, he pumps Noé harder, alternating with his more erratic rocking hips.]
[It's just like Noé to instinctively agree to things. Without considering the potential consequences. Without first checking with his Teacher or even Dominique. But he'd always been curious about Paris. Wanted to travel to see more of the world. At least, in a different way than being trafficked as he had been while younger. And at least he wouldn't be alone. Surely that was better than him attempting on his own. Surely he would be allowed?
It doesn't take much more. Before Noé's breathing hitches and his panting get more erratic and faster. Before he feels that now more familiar feeling. Like something building and spreading from his core, that particular area of his stomach. He clings tighter to Vanitas, his legs instinctively also tightening around Vanitas's waist as he finishes. Maybe it isn't too surprising if he did finish first. But at least it seems like Vanitas isn't too far off.]
[Fool that he is, Noé should be more wary of others' intentions, even - or perhaps especially - someone who conned him into sharing his body with them. It's only luck that Vanitas' depravity ends with indulging in sensual pleasures. If Noé would allow him this much, what else would he get himself into? It's a thought that has Vanitas feeling strangely protective of the man beneath him, clutching his quivering form to his chest.
For once Noé tips over that edge, with all his muscles tightening around Vanitas' own length and back, he too is quick to follow. The warmth that's pooled in his loins spreads outward in a rush, like an electric shock that causes him to buck a couple more times before burying himself deep to release. Grunting and panting in equal measure, until he's entirely spent and collapsing against his partner. For a time he merely lays there, breathing hard and listening to Noé's racing heart, his own beating almost in time with it.]
[Noé very well could have ended up in a far worse situation if Vanitas were less generally well-intentioned. It's a wonder that he has remained as sheltered, probably mostly thanks to Dominique and her efforts to keep an eye on him. To threaten anyone who even dared to consider trying anything with her childhood friend. And crush. Not that this idiot is even aware of her feelings towards him.
He sighs, lying and catching his breath for a moment as they both finish. He probably should be more concerned about cleaning up, but he supposes there's no rush, assuming that nobody had heard them and came to check. Or that it was that near to meal times that Vanitas would be brought his food soon. He lies with the doctor, an arm around Vanitas's waist as he shifts to get comfortable some, spent and rather amazed and contented.]
I think I'd like that. Paris! You could tell me all about it. Show me.
[Poor Dominique... Well, at least her friend will be well taken care. Vanitas will see to that. Normally not one to bother with others, he's at least dedicated when he does. Partially out of the goodness of his heart (despite what he says) and partially out of his possessive nature.
It's surprisingly nice, simply laying there basking in the afterglow of climaxing. Messy, sure, but not at all awful. Thankfully there's all they need to clean up by the washstand once they're ready. And Vanitas isn't quite there yet. Despite his eagerness to escape, he's not the sort to have a fling and immediately get up and run about. Instead, he merely catches his breath enough to pull out and flop down beside Noé, nestled up against his side yet draped half across his chest. With one gloved hand, he uses the claws on it to trace little patterns upon the vampire's skin, smiling to himself before he remembers to tug the cloth from Noé's eyes.]
I can and will. There's so many sights, it's enough to make your head spin.
[It's likely that if he weren't so spent and exhausted, needing a moment to catch his breath, that Noé would surely be all but bouncing and dashing off to go to Paris. That much is evident in his excitement in his voice, his enthusiasm even as he lies there with Vanitas for a moment.
He feels the light against his eyes again and takes his time to adjust once Vanitas removes the ribbon, blinking but with a small smile in the aftermath. It might just be the first time, but he isn't against such intimacy again. Not so surprising, given how much of a glutton he is for sweets. It's probably inevitable that he'd likely be the same way once he got accustomed to intimacy like this.]
I've never been. But I'd like that. This was...you're okay?
[Vanitas hadn't seemed to be hurt or anything. Or at least, not seriously. Noé didn't think he'd been too rough, given his strength and speed, his stamina compared to the likes of the mortal lying with him. The scratches on his back aside, anyway. That Vanitas seems to be fine.]
[It's a good thing that even as a human Vanitas was able to somewhat wear Noé out, as he himself needs a bit of time to recover from the exercise. But there's something so charming about that excitement managing to bubble forth from his partner even now. It's... dare he say it, cute. Precious, really.
That smile in particular does something to him that makes his stomach clench, butterflies rising up in the pit of it. So innocent. Such a fool. And he's agreed to come with him. Huh. What a strange turn of fate. Still, that Noé enjoyed himself is a win in Vanitas' book. Nodding, he too smiles softly.]
Then you'll want to experience all it has to offer. Food. Sights. Attractions. ...I'm fine, though. Better than, actually.
[He may have a series of angry red welts lining his back for a week or so, but it's nothing compared to all the scars on his body. And if anything, those are marks he would gladly wear with pride. Proof that he managed to tame a vampire. If one can call it such. (He can.)]
[Is he really all but drooling over the idea of having those delicious sugar laden pastries? Yes. Yes, he is. Of course. Still, at least he’s excited? If still as impulsive and oblivious as ever. Vanitas just might have his work cut out for him dealing with this one.
For his part, the vampire nods, smiling in return as his fingers trace along the other’s back and through his hair that’s not entirely undone but loosened some.]
I’m fine. I just didn’t want to accidentally hurt you.
[So, of course, he had held back some. Hadn’t used his full strength or speed. But it’s good to know he can manage without going too far. Without accidentally injuring Vanitas.]
[As ridiculous as it is, Noé sheer excitement over Parisian food makes him laugh quietly. Oh, little does he know what he's getting himself into, wrangling the vampire as a companion. He'll find out eventually, though, and perhaps then the regret will set in.
For now, however, he's perfectly happy plying Noé with interesting tidbits about the city to entice him further while savoring the attention from him. It is rather nice...]
You don't have to worry about me. I'm tougher than your average human.
[Suddenly he realizes that one day he'd like to experience all Noé has to give, vampire strength and all. It would make for one hell of an intense coitus. New goal acquired!]
Still... once we get to Paris, what do you wish to see first? The Tower of the Sun? Notre-Dame Cathedral? Fontaines de la Concorde?
[It isn't like he had noticed the mark. Vanitas had kept his gloves on thus far. He's just oblivious to the significance yet. And even if he had seen it, he wouldn't have immediately been sure if it was something he should ask about or not. Still, he does note the reassurance. That note could be important later, after all. And it does give him some relief, that he might not need to be quite so careful, so gentle. Though he's oblivious to the other now having a new goal in mind as a result.]
Eh? I don't know....Notre-Dame is pretty famous, right?
[Even the sheltered vampire had heard of that. He'd probably be happy being taken to whichever typical tourist spots, really. And just taking in the city in general. It wouldn't be hard to amaze him.]
I am. You weren't told about me, were you? I'm not just a common human...
[A point he had been careful to make deliberately, for that very reason. He didn't want to incite fear or hatred in the man who he's hoping to use to get out of here. For all he knows, Noé would been disgusted and refused to see him again... Most vampires feel an instinctual fear and loathing towards him anyway. He's sure that's why they chose him out of everyone in the human's world. A sacrificial lamb. Sighing, he starts peeling his glove down slowly.]
That it is. Would you prefer something more obscure?
[He's already decided he's taking the guy to a crepe stand, figuring that would please him. Though once he gets his glove off, revealing the spider web-like marking, he uses that hand to cup Noé's cheek, letting him feel it pulse with power.]
I am Vanitas, kin of the Vampire of the Blue Moon, the original Vanitas. Hated by all Crimson Moon vampires for the cursed grimoire said to be capable of stealing a vampire's true name.
[It isn’t like there’s anyone else like him for the vampire to compare. He’s not sure he can really make sense of what he saw when he’d fed from Vanitas, though it does have him blush some, glancing at the mark on the other’s neck briefly.]
I don’t know. I don’t mind. Just seeing Paris would be amazing…!
[His violet gaze lower la to the arm as Vanitas removes the glove. Vanitas can probably all but see and hear the gears turning as the vampire realises. His eyes widen, glancing at him through his mess of bangs.]
Heh, no. Something more... Something... in between.
[Because of the vampire blood that's been injected into his veins, on top of having been bitten by the Vampire of the Blue Moon. What he is anymore, he doesn't know for sure, but it's no longer strictly human.]
Mmm... In that case we'll see them all.
[With his marking now on full display, he waits for the inevitable backlash he expects to come from showing it off. To be cursed and belittled for not just being who he is, but for doing what he did with Noé while being under the blue moon's influence. He figures hatred and malice are inevitable, given Noé's status as a Crimson Moon vampire.]
...that is, if you don't hate me. You do, don't you? All your kind do. It's an inborn instinct. To revile and fear this mark...
[He's not quite sure what to make of that. Vanitas doesn't seem to be one of those dhams he's heard of. Still, he nods when the other says about seeing everything Paris has to offer, a surge of excitement and delight, anticipation running through him at the idea. He has yet to consider what Domi or his Teacher might say to the idea. Or even that Vanitas would give him a chance to discuss it with them for that matter, before just taking off at the first opportunity.]
This is....? Teacher told me a little. He's been curious about it. The book.
[Maybe he should be more wary. But somehow, probably because of his Teacher, he seems more curious, almost concerned, rather than fearful. At least outwardly. If it does have such an impact on him, he's managing to try to suppress it, as he tentatively reaches for the other's arm, frowning as he studies the unique mark and the way it seems to be spreading further up his arm.]
The Blue Moon Vampire's blood runs through my veins.
[Perhaps in a way he is a dhampir - just not one of the Crimson Moon. Whereas their eyes shine golden, his are an unnatural blue. Or maybe he leans more towards being a full-fledged vampire at this point... He's not sure anymore. All he knows is that his plan is now to take Noé with him, and to keep the fool by his side. He's gotten attached in such a short time that he hates himself for it, yet if he was to fall for anyone, Noé is as good as any. Better than most, he'd say.]
A Mark of Possession, yes. That of Vanitas of the Blue Moon. It's likely your teacher has my book right now... I'll need it back, though.
[Surprised, he raises an eyebrow as Noé studies his mark, but doesn't jerk away or protest the act, instead holding still for him to examine it as he pleases. The only sign that it affects him is the faintest twitch of his fingers.]
....a little. It throbs on occasion, and when I use my power, it eats away at me. That's why I need your help. To get out of here without need to resort to force.
[Which at least shouldn't be a problem for him. It'd just be a matter of doing so without being detected. If he didn't just....straight up ask his Teacher for it, because this is Noé, after all. Still, he glances from the arm to those brilliantly blue eyes.]
Eats away at you? So it's....spreading? How do you mean?
[He should probably be more fearful. More scared of this. But for some reason, he isn't. Of course, Noé would rather figure something out without things escalating. However, that might not be possible. And it isn't like the two of them don't rather stand out, if the de Sades got the word out and had others also looking for them once they left. Let alone Dominique....]
[Because that would be troublesome. Though by now he wouldn't be surprised to hear Noé wants to simply waltz up to his teacher and ask for it. He's such a simple, innocent soul... That's why it doesn't shock him that the vampire doesn't seem revolted or angry at the sight of his mark. Whether it's his obliviousness or accepting nature remains to be seen.]
Mmm. It used to be smaller. Unlike a typical mark, whenever I use my book too much, it continues to overwrite me.
[He flexes his fingers a bit before reaching out to touch Noé's cheek with that hand, fingertips lightly brushing over his dark skin. Perhaps if he can make it seem like Noé is escorting him somewhere, they could get further than they would otherwise. His main hope is that the de Sades have plenty to keep themselves busy and won't think to check on him for a time yet...]
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Mmm, yes... You're so nice and tight and hot, and handsome to boot...
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[He supposes whether he is attractive is subjective. He can't really argue against that if Vanitas finds him desirable. At least, that is what he assumes the other means by 'hot', from vaguely remembering some conversations he's overheard here and there. As for being nice. That's...just how he is, if rather oblivious and dense.
He can't deny that he is also curious about Vanitas. Attracted to him. That much is evident in the way he moves his hips, trying to time his movements with Vanitas's, the soft moan that he emits at Vanitas nipping and kissing him. Or it is just his body instinctively reacting. Sensitive and new to this, as he is. It isn't like he's really overthinking it right now. His head turns as Vanitas makes his way up, and he bites his lower lip as Vanitas latches on to his ear, barely stifling the small noise of surprise.]
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[Even if his praise is lost on Noé, he means every word of what he says, both with the meaning he intends and however the vampire chooses to interpret it. Because it's true that his partner is kind and attractive, breathtakingly so. The stark contrast between his dark skin and light hair is a thing of refined beauty, a rare treasure. Vanitas would value him for that alone, were he not also becoming smitten with his stupid innocence.
With them working together to match each other's thrusts, Vanitas can't help gasping and panting as the tension builds in his loins. Yet still he manages to sink his teeth into the soft fleshy lobe of Noé's ear, lightly worrying the thing a bit before sucking at it, hard. Trying to overwhelm his partner with a multitude of sensations as he pistons into the vampire, over and over again, each thrust becoming more forceful and desperate.]
Ugh... Noé...
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[It isn't like he recalls how his darker skin and lighter hair were a trait from his clan. How obvious it is for those who were aware of the Archiviste. Really, Vanitas was gorgeous in his own right. Small and lithe, with bright blue eyes. He's not sure he's ever seen blue eyes quite that hue, quite that bright. It's only accentuated by the blue of the other's clothes, before he had removed them. Unlike anyone else he'd ever seen. While scarred, his skin was so pale. And Vanitas's hair is the opposite of his. Dark and long. He can feel it at Vanitas's back, as he clings tighter to the other, raising his legs to wrap around Vanitas's waist. Given everything, he doesn't even register that in biting his lip, he'd nicked the lower one. He can't really focus on anything but Vanitas. That pleasure that just keeps building, that feeling in his stomach as he scratches at Vanitas's back and arches his back. Trying to remember to breathe as he hears his name.]
Mm?
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[He hums lightly, reinforcing that comment both verbally and with a suck to his lobe. While not oblivious to his own looks, Vanitas can't help thinking he pales in comparison to the man before him in every way. Strong and muscular, with a physique any sane person would be jealous of. That he's a vampire is slowly moving out of the realm of importance the longer they engage in the intimate act. He finds himself wanting to keep Noé near, and does just that by hugging onto him and moving his lips back to capture his mouth in a deep kiss that shares the tang of blood between them. One interrupted by moans as the other scratches him up good, pleasing him to know he's driving the vampire mad with lust. He goes from merely thrusting to outright pounding into Noé's virgin body, seeking the euphoric rush he knows will come from being driven over the edge.
Finally, he breaks the kiss to gasp for air and answer him.]
Come with me. When I leave this place... stay by my side...
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He tries to remember to catch his breath when Vanitas pulls back and speaks.]
Ah? To Paris?
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[The response comes in a breathless pant as Vanitas revels in how receptive and enthusiastic Noé is to being taken again and again, making him actually feel wanted for the first time in a very long while. Maybe it's beyond the pale to think that when he all but forced himself upon the other man, but... if tender feelings can be cultivated from such an encounter, they surely have in him. And not only because because of the passion with which Noé kisses him, nor clings to him, desperate as well for release. But because this fool, this kind fool, has seemingly accepted him for what he is: a right old bastard. So as he pushes them both towards release, he threads his fingers through Noé's hair, reveling in its softness while he brazenly thrusts into the vampire and - in a spark of inspiration - grasps his length to jerk him off at the same time.]
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[....Of course, he's never been and wants to go. Curious as ever. Not that Vanitas yet is aware of how exhausting it would be to take him anywhere. How abysmal his lack of directional awareness is, and how easily he gets distracted. Those sorts of things would take time for Vanitas to pick up on. Though maybe not as long, if Vanitas is expecting that he really knows his way around, even the mansion, all that well. To lead them both outside. While he has been to the mansion off and on, he's far more used to staying with his Teacher, while Domi would return here for most of the year.
Still, for all that this was unexpected and kind of forced on him, that doesn't change that he was rather compliant and enthusiastic despite the circumstances. He gasps, his lips parting in a moan when Vanitas grasps him in hand. As if he weren't already close enough. It's almost too much. Almost too overwhelming as he shudders and his chin rests on Vanitas's shoulder. As if that would muffle his cries. It doesn't. At all. He's already sensitive from Vanitas having helped him just before. So it really wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.]
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[For all Vanitas likes to claim he's a lone wolf, there's always been a longing for some kind of companionship. A friend. A lover. Someone who would hate him a little less than he hates himself, maybe even treasure him for all his flaws and contradictions. Certainly he never thought of finding it here, in Atlus, far from the world he grew up in. Even if that someone happens to be a directionally challenged vampire of a long thought dead clan. So far Noé has done nothing but be accepting of him, tolerant and welcoming... It's enough to make him sick. Or cry. One or the other.
Right now though, it's tears of pleasure that dampen his eyes, feeling Noé clamp down on him as he starts jerking his partner off. All the while pounding into him with reckless abandon. He can feel his own release edging ever closer, the tightening of his core as everything begins to turn into one pleasurable blur. Almost affectionately, he bumps his head against Noé's as the other tucks his chin onto his shoulder, breathing hard in his ear. Thumbing the head of his length, he pumps Noé harder, alternating with his more erratic rocking hips.]
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[It's just like Noé to instinctively agree to things. Without considering the potential consequences. Without first checking with his Teacher or even Dominique. But he'd always been curious about Paris. Wanted to travel to see more of the world. At least, in a different way than being trafficked as he had been while younger. And at least he wouldn't be alone. Surely that was better than him attempting on his own. Surely he would be allowed?
It doesn't take much more. Before Noé's breathing hitches and his panting get more erratic and faster. Before he feels that now more familiar feeling. Like something building and spreading from his core, that particular area of his stomach. He clings tighter to Vanitas, his legs instinctively also tightening around Vanitas's waist as he finishes. Maybe it isn't too surprising if he did finish first. But at least it seems like Vanitas isn't too far off.]
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[Fool that he is, Noé should be more wary of others' intentions, even - or perhaps especially - someone who conned him into sharing his body with them. It's only luck that Vanitas' depravity ends with indulging in sensual pleasures. If Noé would allow him this much, what else would he get himself into? It's a thought that has Vanitas feeling strangely protective of the man beneath him, clutching his quivering form to his chest.
For once Noé tips over that edge, with all his muscles tightening around Vanitas' own length and back, he too is quick to follow. The warmth that's pooled in his loins spreads outward in a rush, like an electric shock that causes him to buck a couple more times before burying himself deep to release. Grunting and panting in equal measure, until he's entirely spent and collapsing against his partner. For a time he merely lays there, breathing hard and listening to Noé's racing heart, his own beating almost in time with it.]
Hah... Hah... Ah--
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He sighs, lying and catching his breath for a moment as they both finish. He probably should be more concerned about cleaning up, but he supposes there's no rush, assuming that nobody had heard them and came to check. Or that it was that near to meal times that Vanitas would be brought his food soon. He lies with the doctor, an arm around Vanitas's waist as he shifts to get comfortable some, spent and rather amazed and contented.]
I think I'd like that. Paris! You could tell me all about it. Show me.
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It's surprisingly nice, simply laying there basking in the afterglow of climaxing. Messy, sure, but not at all awful. Thankfully there's all they need to clean up by the washstand once they're ready. And Vanitas isn't quite there yet. Despite his eagerness to escape, he's not the sort to have a fling and immediately get up and run about. Instead, he merely catches his breath enough to pull out and flop down beside Noé, nestled up against his side yet draped half across his chest. With one gloved hand, he uses the claws on it to trace little patterns upon the vampire's skin, smiling to himself before he remembers to tug the cloth from Noé's eyes.]
I can and will. There's so many sights, it's enough to make your head spin.
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He feels the light against his eyes again and takes his time to adjust once Vanitas removes the ribbon, blinking but with a small smile in the aftermath. It might just be the first time, but he isn't against such intimacy again. Not so surprising, given how much of a glutton he is for sweets. It's probably inevitable that he'd likely be the same way once he got accustomed to intimacy like this.]
I've never been. But I'd like that. This was...you're okay?
[Vanitas hadn't seemed to be hurt or anything. Or at least, not seriously. Noé didn't think he'd been too rough, given his strength and speed, his stamina compared to the likes of the mortal lying with him. The scratches on his back aside, anyway. That Vanitas seems to be fine.]
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That smile in particular does something to him that makes his stomach clench, butterflies rising up in the pit of it. So innocent. Such a fool. And he's agreed to come with him. Huh. What a strange turn of fate. Still, that Noé enjoyed himself is a win in Vanitas' book. Nodding, he too smiles softly.]
Then you'll want to experience all it has to offer. Food. Sights. Attractions. ...I'm fine, though. Better than, actually.
[He may have a series of angry red welts lining his back for a week or so, but it's nothing compared to all the scars on his body. And if anything, those are marks he would gladly wear with pride. Proof that he managed to tame a vampire. If one can call it such. (He can.)]
And you? You're alright as well?
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[Is he really all but drooling over the idea of having those delicious sugar laden pastries? Yes. Yes, he is. Of course. Still, at least he’s excited? If still as impulsive and oblivious as ever. Vanitas just might have his work cut out for him dealing with this one.
For his part, the vampire nods, smiling in return as his fingers trace along the other’s back and through his hair that’s not entirely undone but loosened some.]
I’m fine. I just didn’t want to accidentally hurt you.
[So, of course, he had held back some. Hadn’t used his full strength or speed. But it’s good to know he can manage without going too far. Without accidentally injuring Vanitas.]
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For now, however, he's perfectly happy plying Noé with interesting tidbits about the city to entice him further while savoring the attention from him. It is rather nice...]
You don't have to worry about me. I'm tougher than your average human.
[Suddenly he realizes that one day he'd like to experience all Noé has to give, vampire strength and all. It would make for one hell of an intense coitus. New goal acquired!]
Still... once we get to Paris, what do you wish to see first? The Tower of the Sun? Notre-Dame Cathedral? Fontaines de la Concorde?
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[It isn't like he had noticed the mark. Vanitas had kept his gloves on thus far. He's just oblivious to the significance yet. And even if he had seen it, he wouldn't have immediately been sure if it was something he should ask about or not. Still, he does note the reassurance. That note could be important later, after all. And it does give him some relief, that he might not need to be quite so careful, so gentle. Though he's oblivious to the other now having a new goal in mind as a result.]
Eh? I don't know....Notre-Dame is pretty famous, right?
[Even the sheltered vampire had heard of that. He'd probably be happy being taken to whichever typical tourist spots, really. And just taking in the city in general. It wouldn't be hard to amaze him.]
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[A point he had been careful to make deliberately, for that very reason. He didn't want to incite fear or hatred in the man who he's hoping to use to get out of here. For all he knows, Noé would been disgusted and refused to see him again... Most vampires feel an instinctual fear and loathing towards him anyway. He's sure that's why they chose him out of everyone in the human's world. A sacrificial lamb. Sighing, he starts peeling his glove down slowly.]
That it is. Would you prefer something more obscure?
[He's already decided he's taking the guy to a crepe stand, figuring that would please him. Though once he gets his glove off, revealing the spider web-like marking, he uses that hand to cup Noé's cheek, letting him feel it pulse with power.]
I am Vanitas, kin of the Vampire of the Blue Moon, the original Vanitas. Hated by all Crimson Moon vampires for the cursed grimoire said to be capable of stealing a vampire's true name.
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[It isn’t like there’s anyone else like him for the vampire to compare. He’s not sure he can really make sense of what he saw when he’d fed from Vanitas, though it does have him blush some, glancing at the mark on the other’s neck briefly.]
I don’t know. I don’t mind. Just seeing Paris would be amazing…!
[His violet gaze lower la to the arm as Vanitas removes the glove. Vanitas can probably all but see and hear the gears turning as the vampire realises. His eyes widen, glancing at him through his mess of bangs.]
You’re…?
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[Because of the vampire blood that's been injected into his veins, on top of having been bitten by the Vampire of the Blue Moon. What he is anymore, he doesn't know for sure, but it's no longer strictly human.]
Mmm... In that case we'll see them all.
[With his marking now on full display, he waits for the inevitable backlash he expects to come from showing it off. To be cursed and belittled for not just being who he is, but for doing what he did with Noé while being under the blue moon's influence. He figures hatred and malice are inevitable, given Noé's status as a Crimson Moon vampire.]
...that is, if you don't hate me. You do, don't you? All your kind do. It's an inborn instinct. To revile and fear this mark...
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[He's not quite sure what to make of that. Vanitas doesn't seem to be one of those dhams he's heard of. Still, he nods when the other says about seeing everything Paris has to offer, a surge of excitement and delight, anticipation running through him at the idea. He has yet to consider what Domi or his Teacher might say to the idea. Or even that Vanitas would give him a chance to discuss it with them for that matter, before just taking off at the first opportunity.]
This is....? Teacher told me a little. He's been curious about it. The book.
[Maybe he should be more wary. But somehow, probably because of his Teacher, he seems more curious, almost concerned, rather than fearful. At least outwardly. If it does have such an impact on him, he's managing to try to suppress it, as he tentatively reaches for the other's arm, frowning as he studies the unique mark and the way it seems to be spreading further up his arm.]
...Does it hurt?
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[Perhaps in a way he is a dhampir - just not one of the Crimson Moon. Whereas their eyes shine golden, his are an unnatural blue. Or maybe he leans more towards being a full-fledged vampire at this point... He's not sure anymore. All he knows is that his plan is now to take Noé with him, and to keep the fool by his side. He's gotten attached in such a short time that he hates himself for it, yet if he was to fall for anyone, Noé is as good as any. Better than most, he'd say.]
A Mark of Possession, yes. That of Vanitas of the Blue Moon. It's likely your teacher has my book right now... I'll need it back, though.
[Surprised, he raises an eyebrow as Noé studies his mark, but doesn't jerk away or protest the act, instead holding still for him to examine it as he pleases. The only sign that it affects him is the faintest twitch of his fingers.]
....a little. It throbs on occasion, and when I use my power, it eats away at me. That's why I need your help. To get out of here without need to resort to force.
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[Which at least shouldn't be a problem for him. It'd just be a matter of doing so without being detected. If he didn't just....straight up ask his Teacher for it, because this is Noé, after all. Still, he glances from the arm to those brilliantly blue eyes.]
Eats away at you? So it's....spreading? How do you mean?
[He should probably be more fearful. More scared of this. But for some reason, he isn't. Of course, Noé would rather figure something out without things escalating. However, that might not be possible. And it isn't like the two of them don't rather stand out, if the de Sades got the word out and had others also looking for them once they left. Let alone Dominique....]
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[Because that would be troublesome. Though by now he wouldn't be surprised to hear Noé wants to simply waltz up to his teacher and ask for it. He's such a simple, innocent soul... That's why it doesn't shock him that the vampire doesn't seem revolted or angry at the sight of his mark. Whether it's his obliviousness or accepting nature remains to be seen.]
Mmm. It used to be smaller. Unlike a typical mark, whenever I use my book too much, it continues to overwrite me.
[He flexes his fingers a bit before reaching out to touch Noé's cheek with that hand, fingertips lightly brushing over his dark skin. Perhaps if he can make it seem like Noé is escorting him somewhere, they could get further than they would otherwise. His main hope is that the de Sades have plenty to keep themselves busy and won't think to check on him for a time yet...]
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