„Noé, I'm really pissed right now."
Noé looked up to Vanitas standing in the door, hair tousled, his clothes almost torn apart.
„What? Vanitas, what happened to you?"
„Well, I can explain, what happened to me, dumbass!"
Vanitas walked towards Noé who was sitting on his bed and pulled him up by his collar.
Noé thought that it had to look ridiculous because he was so much taller than Vanitas, but he let him do it, although it caused him to blush.
„You always tell me that I have to be more specific and then I go alone to catch that damn cursebearer you were too stupid to catch and don't tell me what kind of cursebearer he is or what kind of power he has! He's very aggressive, you told me. Well, doesn't seem too specific, huh? Look at me!"
Noé looked at him, his blue eyes gleaming angrily, cheeks flushed red in anger and it would have been a lie if he said that he didn't enjoy seeing Vanitas like that.
„Yeah, I'm sorry, I really am...!", he stuttered, not really sure of what to do in this situation.
„I'm sorry your ass! I have to buy new clothes and I have no money because I also paid Dante to tell me the location of our next client!"
He pushed Noé away from him and the taller man fell onto the bed, still not certain what he was supposed to do or say because Vanitas was being irrational.
„I can pay for that, Vanitas, that's ok, I understand that it's my fault!"
„No, I think you don't", he grumbled, breathed in and out and then took of his coat and his vest.
The pants followed soon and Noé put his hand over his eyes.
„Vanitas, what are you doing! Not in front of me, oh my god!"
His hand was pried away by another, smaller and colder hand.
„I'm gonna show you how much that was your fault, believe me."
And then there were chapped lips on his own, causing Noé to gasp in shock and break away.
„Vanitas, what are you...?"
He was shut up with another, even harder kiss, Vanitas moved his lips and climbed onto the bed and then over Noé, still not breaking the kiss.
Noé was out of breath when Vanitas finally did.
„I'll make you understand that you should better not do this again. Not ever."
„Vanitas, hey, what do you mean?"
„Tch, tch, tch, you really don't understand?"
Vanitas voice had a mocking tone but it also sounded so dark and Noé hated himself for feeling himself getting hard.
This was Vanitas. He should not get hard because of Vanitas.
But his heavy, hot breath on Noé's throat, the warm smell of blood, Vanitas' own boner poking his leg. Noé lost it.
„No... I don't", he muttered and winced when Vanitas began moving against his tigh.
„I'm gonna fuck you, Noé. And you seem to be ok with this, right? Now, take off your fucking clothes."
Noé's cheeks were red now, way too red because he was so embarrassed at those words but at the thought of Vanitas inside of him, he immediately forgot his embarassment.
Noé had done that alone, with his fingers already. And it had felt so good that he had done it more often until he had reached three fingers and he thought that if he was prepared enough, he could take Vanitas.
This was Vanitas, Vanitas was oviously trying to have sex with him, Noé could not believe that at all.
„Noé. Take. Off. Your. Clothes. Just do what I told you and we're fine, alright?"
Noé nodded hastily and opened the buttons of his shirt, his breath had already quickened at the image in his head and at the arousal stirring inside him, he knew that he was already leaking and that was crazy because Vanitas hadn't even touched him yet.
He took it off and threw it to the floor only to be pressed into the matress by Vanitas who was forcing his hands below his lower back, a few seconds later he began fumbling Noé's ass through his pants and Noé was already moaning at the thought of Vanitas hands on his bare skin or on his length.
He hated himself for being so needy, for not being able to hold himself back, for not being able to keep the whimpers inside him.
„Angel in the streets, freak in the sheets, huh?", Vanitas whispered right into his ear and bit into it then, slowly teasing it and making it turn red.
„Vani...tas...", he breathed out and grabbed Vanitas' hips with both of his hands, trying to feel more friction.
Noé was inexperiened and he had never done this with anyone except by himself, but the single thought of Vanitas doing him was also doing things to his mind and body so that he didn't care about anything at all, he just wanted to feel him.
Vanitas humped against him, a smirk on his face caused by the look on Noé's.
„Vanitas, please, take off my clothes, I'm so... it hurts so much."
„You're so... what?", he whispered again and humped once more, then he sat back and drew circles on Noé's middle.
„I'm so... so... hard", he pressed out and at that, Vanitas snickered, opened the two buttons of the pants and pulled it down with the boxers in one swift motion.
„You really are", Vanitas stated in a matter of fact voice, looking at the others length, „one day I'm going to let you do the same to me what I'm going to do to you. I pomise, Noé. But it'll be hard for me to take this, won't it?"
He slowly stroked Noé once, the man just let out a hasty breath, looking at Vanitas' middle still hidden in his boxers, hidden by cloth which was too much. Too much.
Noé pulled the boxers down as quickly as he could, then he pushed Vanitas' face towards himself and kissed him.
Not as hard as Vanitas had kissed him before, but soft, he traced the others lips with his tongue, savoring the taste of them.
He was a little surprised when there was Vanitas' tongue slowly trying to do the same, touching his, but a slap against his tigh brought him back to reality.
„I'm gonna fuck you now, if that's ok. Do you need to be prepared?"
Noé nodded slowly and Vanitas licked his own fingers, not taking his gaze off Noé.
„On your stomach."
Noé did as told, he could hear Vanitas positioning himself between his legs, then he grabbed Noé's cock and pushed his ass upwards.
„Alright then. One, two? How many fingers, Noé?"
„Three", he panted and got an amused chuckle as response.
„Oh? Noé, has anyone else done this to you? Maybe Domi?"
„What, no, no, I did this... myself", he mumbled and moaned out loudly when Vanitas put one finger in, hitting his spot right away, he pulled it out and put in two.
„Found~", he sang and curved his fingers towards the spot again, making Noé grab the sheets and sob into them, nails adding to the friction caused by Vanitas' slow rocking.
„Vani... oh... ah! My god..."
Vanitas pulled them out again and Noé tried to catch his breath, but then Vanitas' fingers returned, now three of them, digging in deeper than before.
„You'll need this, believe me."
Noé already felt full with those fingers, how was he supposed to take Vanitas? He would break, he was sure.
„Do we... have lube?", Noé asked when Vanitas took a short break with scissoring him, „I don't think... it could work otherwise."
„Well, oil will do, I suppose?"
Vanitas grabbed the bottle, staying inside of Noé, then he tossed it to Noé's hands which was grabbing the sheets.
„Here, please, do it yourself. I want to see you fingering your own ass."
Vanitas pulled his fingers out and Noé grabbed the bottle, opened it and let a good amount of lube drop onto his hand.
He was on his stomach, ass in the air and would finger himself in front of Vanitas. This was so embarrassing but he was so turned on that it just stopped mattering.
He pushed three of his fingers in, they glided so much better than Vanitas' and it felt so much better.
Noé moaned out when he fucked himself with three fingers just like Vanitas had, but even though the wetness inside of him felt better, he had preferred Vanitas movements.
„Oh god, Noé, has anyone ever told you that you look like a fucking slut?"
Noé didn't want Vanitas to talk like that, but at the same time it made him even harder, if that was possible, it just turned him on so much.
„Vanitas... Vanitas, please, please..."
Noé had never had someone inside of him except himself and he needed Vanitas' length, he needed it so much.
„Aww, is my little slut begging me to fuck him?"
„Stop...! Vanitas, oh... my god..."
Vanitas laughed out, slowly pulled away Noé's hand and shoved himself into Noé who was shrieking at the sudden action.
„How the hell are you still so tight, Noé?"
Noé tried to tighten himself more around Vanitas to please him more and Vanitas groaned quietly.
Feeling him inside of him was too much, if Noé wasn't holding himself back, he would have come at the thought alone.
Noé grabbed the sheets again.
„Roland wouldn't like you talking about hell", he breathed out and he was so aroused, he was so damn aroused that he couldn't think straight anymore.
„Talking about Roland now pisses me off even more, Noé, how hard do you want it? Mh? Tell me."
„As...", Noé was not used to talking about it like this, „as... hard... as you can please."
Vanitas began rocking his hips slowly and Noé buried his face into the pillow below him.
„Vanitas, it doesn't really hurt, please, please, please...!"
„Calm... down... I will..."
Vanitas was panting and Noé really wanted to hear him moan, so he relaxed all his muscles just to clench them together and it really made Vanitas moan and it sounded like a melody to Noé's eyes.
For a short moment he wondered how Vanitas would moan if he hit his sweet spot, but he wouldn't get this today.
One day, Vanitas had promised.
But he couldn't continue to think about it because Vanitas sped up then, slamming inside and out again and again and Noé found himself screaming into the pillow, trying to muffle his own sounds to not have the other hotel inhabitants hear.
He rubbed against the spot again and again and Noé didn't know what to do anymore, he was lost in a haze and everything he saw were the white sheets and everything he heard were Vanitas moans and his own sobs and the wetness inside of him.
The feeling inside of him became stronger and stronger, the pressure was growing bigger with every time Vanitas pushed back inside and with every time he pulled back.
„Vani...tas!"
„Noé... Noé... you..."
Vanitas grabbed his sides to pull him even nearer, fingernails digging into his skin and when he thrusted in once more, Noé felt his peak nearing.
„Vanitas, I'm gonna, I'm gonna... ha!"
And Vanitas sped up once more, trying to please Noé, trying to get himself over the edge together with him and he did.
They climaxed together, bodies searching for each other in desperation, whinces of pain from overstimulation and pleasure.
„Vanitas...", Noé moaned out and tried to turn around to put his hand to Vanitas face, looking at his flushed cheeks and the sweat running down his forehead.
He brushed his thumb along his cheek once, Vanitas was still shuddering, his face the most beautiful thing Noé had ever seen.
"That was amazing."