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[ofmisfortune]

[ Vincent’s smile brightens somewhat, upon seeing Vanitas (and thus having his suspicions confirmed) - and to his kiss, he’ll lean in to reciprocate with an appreciative hum.

Following behind, cheeks faintly colored in his pleasure, he raises the box to present. ]

I hardly think this will compare to the real thing, but I hope it suits your taste, nonetheless. [ Offering the box for Noé to accept, he nods with insistence. ] A special request put in to the local bakery.

[ Of course, it is none other than Tarte Tatin.

And once his hands are free, Vincent will address Vanitas by running his fingertips through the other man’s fringe, on both sides of his face. ]

How kind of you both to greet me today.

[bleude]

[Once greetings are exchanged and the gift delivered, Vanitas places himself strategically between Noé and Vincent, like a bodyguard. Things may be better between them, but... well. He can't help not wanting to take any chances. Which would probably help explain why even now he's still armed, despite the otherwise lax atmosphere.]

Isn't that sweet of him, Noé? Extra dessert for you.

[A hum of contentment escapes his throat as he revels in the touch, eyes closing a fraction as he regards Vincent with obvious curiosity.]

I figured it might be best for there to be a chaperone at least the first time. You understand, don't you?

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[One might be forgiven if they mistook him for a child at Christmas, the way he lights up upon opening to peek in the box. The happiness and excitement are evident in the way his eyes sparkle. A familiar sight for Vanitas, but maybe new to Vincent.]

Tarte tatin? Vanitas, it's tarte tatin!

[As if the other wouldn't have likely already known exactly which dessert he would like best. But considering he had completely forgotten Vincent's offering to get him a dessert, this is basically a surprise treat. He doesn't even read into it as Vanitas positions himself between them, or that the other has his knives on him. Vanitas usually does, so it isn't that strange. At least he just barely restrains himself from trying the tarte tatin immediately. He closes the box and puts it on his desk for now.]

Hm?

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[ Yes, Vincent could not help but notice that he is armed, and based off of his body language now, it’s clear that he has done so specifically for the occasion. Leaning in closer, as though to kiss Vanitas once more, his lashes lower, pupils dilating just so. ]

You shouldn’t make promises to me- [ Gradually, his gaze lowers to his knives, before snapping back up to meet the other’s eyes. ] -if you don’t plan to fulfill them, kitten.

[ Standing, he straightens out his shoulders with a bright and polite smile returning to his face. ]

That said, I wouldn’t think to go back on my word. It pleases me that the gesture been well received. I do hope that you enjoy it, Noé.

[bleude]

[Even in such a questionable situation as this, Vanitas' expression can't help softening at Noé's child-like enthusiasm. He regards his friend with a tender smile, before facing Vincent in time to catch him leaning in with that suspect look.]

Consider it... [From beneath his own dark lashes, he regards his lover slyly, smile never wavering.] ...open for negotiation.

[That said, he seems to regard all as being well and steps out of the way, ushering Vincent forward into the room more.]

You do keep your promises, I must say...

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I will! I love tarte tatin! Thank you!

[Noé misses the way Vanitas's expression softens at his enthusiasm and excitement, merely focusing on the dessert initially as he is. But he does tilt his head at the mention of a chaperone. He's not necessarily sure he had really thought about why Vanitas had wanted to be present. Hadn't asked yet, anyway.

It isn't like he hadn't fed in front of Vanitas before. But he feels a little bad about doing so now, knowing how Vanitas wanted him to. He swallows, feeling the heat rise in his face a little as he fidgets with his hands.]

Chaperone...?

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[ Vanitas’ assessment earns a sniff of amusement, as the blond shoulders off his coat, to drape over the footboard.

However, realizing how delayed Noé’s reaction was to the comment, his brows press with some disbelief. ]

… Well, I’m glad for the additional company, personally. Especially that it happens to be my favorite of them.

[ Approaching Noé sitting on the bed, he raises a knee to climb onto the mattress in front of him, pushing aside one of the other’s aside to kneel between, legs slid beneath his. Untying his cravat, he only vaguely smirks. ]

I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting for long.

[bleude]

[For his part, Vanitas heaves a sigh at his clueless friend, shrugging lightly for Vincent's benefit, as if to say "he is what he is and there's no helping him." Sometimes Noé can be as dense as brick. Hardheaded as one, too...]

I didn't think you'd mind too terribly. After all, it isn't as though we have any issues between us, correct?

[While Vincent heads for the bed, he takes up position on the desk chair, crossing one leg over the other and folding his arms over his chest to watch the proceedings.]

Don't worry, Noé-- I'm here for your benefit.

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Ah? Oh....

[Noé knew what Vincent was supposed to be coming for. But that didn't mean he was necessarily expecting this. Or, well. So quickly. His cheeks darken redder as Vincent approaches him on the bed, swallowing as the blond removes his cravat, getting so close so quickly. He glances from Vincent to Vanitas when the other mentions his name, glancing over Vincent's shoulder to the other.]

For me?

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[ Leaving the tie atop the bed, he reaches out to gently take the gift box from Noé’s hands, placing it on the bedside table. ]

Yes, that’s right. Both of us are here for you, right now.

[ After some deliberation, he shifts to turn and rest his back against the taller man - and expectantly looks to Vanitas, so that he may join them on the bed. ]

I think you might be more useful here, don’t you? [ Though, in the meanwhile, he’s resting his head back on Noé’s shoulder, whilst unbuttoning his collar. ]

[bleude]

I'm here to make sure he doesn't... tease you too much.

[Yes, that's a good way of phrasing it. Not too inflammatory yet not overly subtle in his meaning. Enough so that Vincent will know what he means without worrying Noé, hopefully.]

Tch. I don't see how, but very well.

[Frowning slightly, he divests himself of his cloak and strides over to stand before them, arms secured across his chest while he watches the proceedings with a hint of something bordering on annoyance or maybe irritation. It's almost a pout that makes its way onto his face, rather than a scowl.]

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Tease me?

[Noé doesn't seem too concerned or worried. More that he may be a little confused. But he doesn't protest at Vanitas joining them. Mostly, he just feels kind of guilty. Knowing that Vanitas wants to have this with him, but can't because of his being an Archiviste. His ability to see someone's memories. He almost apologizes, but he isn't sure if Vanitas had admitted that to anyone else. To Vincent. So he keeps quiet, for now. Nor does he protest about Vincent shifting, merely ensuring that he was positioned comfortably with the other leaning back against him.]

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[ Vincent only laughs with some delight, as he reaches out to grasp one of those tucked wrists, and tug Vanitas onto the bed. ]

What better way to prevent teasing than to accept my wandering hands, mm? Perhaps I’ll nibble on you, in turn.

[bleude]

Making sure you don't get in over your head.

[Despite his huffy attitude, Vanitas doesn't protest much, muttering something about 'incorrigible fools' before alighting on the bed along with the other two. With Vincent seated in front of Noé, he takes a place in front of Vincent, glancing back at him dubiously as he tugs at the ribbon on his chest, loosening it up.

He's grateful for Noé not mentioning his little pangs of jealousy, if only to spare himself more playful banter or teasing aimed at him instead.]

If you simply want some extra entertainment, you need only say so.

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Why would I?

[It's just Vincent? And if Vanitas was with him and all, them being together, surely it meant this was fine? Probably. Or, well. Noé assumes so, anyway. It's still hard to figure out exactly what it was between the two of them. Let alone himself and Vanitas. He doesn't want to surprise Vincent, or accidentally jostle them all, so he waits while Vanitas settles himself on the bed with them, a hand at Vincent's shoulder and the other balancing himself on the bed beside him.]

Entertainment how?

[Does he want to know? Probably not. But he will probably find out anyway.]

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What, need I spell it out for you? Mm?

[ Briefly distracted from the task of opening his shirt, Vincent’s hands slide along Vanitas’ waist, securing the other’s body against his.

However, his gaze will flick back to Noé with a grin. ]

You companion doesn’t trust that I wouldn’t keep my hands off of you, so I’ll be playing with him, instead.

[bleude]

[At having his intentions put so bluntly, Vanitas can't help an exasperated sigh, but. Well. Par for the course, really. So long as Noé understands that he's here because he wants to help keep him safe, then that's fine.]

I was worried he might get frisky with you, idiot.

[For the love of all that is holy and good, let that be enough--! For his part, he gets perfectly comfortable against Vincent, resting his head against the shoulder opposite where Noé is peering around at them.]

So yes. Mouth on him, Noé. And you--! Mr. Incorrigible! Hands where I can feel them.

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Eh? Um....

[Oh. Well. He's not sure why Vanitas would expect anything of the sort, but he supposes the main thing is that the other was here to help. For whatever his reasons might be. Still, once he tells Noé to go ahead, he shifts slightly, brushing Vincent's hair to the side and taking a breath. Reminding himself that at least this time, he doesn't have to worry about seeing any of Vincent's memories. He tries to ignore the heat on his face as he lowers and nudges Vincent's neck as if in some brief apology or thanks, before he bares his fangs and pierces the skin.]

[ofmisfortune]

[ The moniker leads to a chuckle from Vincent, rather delighting in this bratty front that the other is putting on. Little does the other seem to realize, the jealousy filters through their connection, as well… and he even likes that, too. Even if it isn’t for him, or at his expense… A complicated feeling, that.

Before he can think too much into it, his hair is being played with, and he only cranes his neck to the side to allow it. The nuzzle catches him off guard, though. A rather sweet gesture, especially given the circumstances— ah, but his skin is being pieced then, leaving his fingers winding into the fabric over Vanitas’ stomach with a grunt.

Soon enough, however, he’s releasing a shuddered breath, hips shifting forward. He’d nearly forgotten how good it feels. ]

[bleude]

[It's unbeknownst to Vanitas that his feelings are leaking through their connection; he's yet to figure out which emotions are his own and which belong to either Vincent or Noé. All he knows is that there's a sting of some ugly, foreign feeling that compels him to be here for this rather intimate act. It isn't just for Noé's benefit, he knows that. It's for his own. Sating some part of himself that can't be had any other way. Not without risking injury to Noé again for him trying to drink his blood.

At least he has Vincent's attentions to distract him, as he covers his lover's hands with his own as he feels them tighten on his shirt. It's painful, he knows, being bitten by a vampire. Yet he's also well aware of how exquisite the sensation becomes after the initial piercing. So he tries to soothe the blond by stroking his hands and offering up his own neck, craning his head to the side. Inviting him to either kiss or bite as he pleases.]

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[Noé is oblivious that Vincent would be able to pick up on Vanitas's feelings. That jealousy and desire to be the one being bitten by him. He just hopes it doesn't hurt too badly when his fangs pierce Vincent's skin, given that it is an injury still, however pleasant the sensation may be afterwards as he feeds. His eyes are closed as he does, his tongue lapping at the blood that comes through the small puncture wounds from his fangs.

His arm shifts to wrap around Vincent's waist, as if he is trying to keep him upright, instinctively. Wanting to support him. Because they are on the bed, it wouldn't matter so much if Vincent were to collapse again. Besides, Vanitas was here as well. But he can't help that instinctive protectiveness. He's more distracted by that odd taste from Vincent's blood. He'd said it was likely because he was dying. As a Spectral. Wasn't it? That metallic coppery taste that fills his mouth seems tinged with something unpleasant that he still can't quite place. But even so, it does still sate some part of him.]

[ofmisfortune]

[ Painful though it may be, Vincent finds sensation that to be enjoyable enough in itself.

The radiating ache, that smooth tongue lapping at his flesh - Vanitas’ hands petting along his own, and the arms encircling his waist. There’s little room in his mind for anything else but these accumulating little pleasures, heightened by Noé’s bite.

A breathy moan escapes him, resting his head against his lover’s, at first. Desire builds, and that neck is offered to him - so, mindlessly, he complies. Dusting kisses, from behind his ear, down to the curve of his neck. There, the caress of his lips becomes more languid, teeth ghosting along its skin. Once he finally bites down, he moans wholly, palms smoothing up along the other’s stomach and over his chest. ]

[bleude]

[Listening to the noises as Noé feeds does something fierce to Vanitas' body, making him ache with longing in every sense of the word, for multiple things, none of which he can have right now. ...well, he can at least indulge in one vice, anyway.

He clutches Vincent tight around his waist as they all hug one another, and nudges against the blond's head when he leans upon him, affectionate yet encouraging him further down until those lips press along his neck and are joined by teeth. It's not quite the same as being teased by a vampire, but it's still damn nice, especially once Vincent draws a grunt from him with the firmer bite, culminating in a low whine of pleasure as he shivers from the touches to his front.

While he tries not to be too pushy, he listens to keep tract of how long Noé feeds for, if only to make sure his newfound need for blood hasn't made him overly hungry for the stuff.]

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[It probably helps that the vampires have something when they feed that makes it pleasurable. That helps them to subdue and calm their prey if necessary. Not that he does it on purpose. But he does want this to be a better experience than the times he had been bitten against his will.

Noé doesn't mean to be too loud or to cause things to escalate too much. Doesn't want to take too much. This is probably assisted by Vincent's blood tasting so different from what he is more accustomed to or prefers, especially when compared to even just the smell of Vanitas's.

Still, after a moment, he does pull back, if only to at least check in on Vincent. That the other wasn't seeming too weak or anything. His half-lidded eyes that look the blond over have changed to a brighter red from feeding as he licks his lips, just barely pulled back enough to stop and check on them.]

This isn't too much?

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[ With a languid shake of his head, Vincent glides his monstrous textured tongue along the gentle welts he’s created upon Vanitas’ skin. With the part of his mouth, his breathy groan would wash over its wetness, followed by his low and wanton voice. ]

It’s fine… Keep going.

[ It certainly doesn’t help that he has little regard for his own wellbeing, or the consequences it may bring. What’s the worst that could happen, that it kill him? Nearly impossible, and anything less would be better than he’s been feeling as of late. ]