Work Text:
Noe liked to believe he knew some stuff about vampires - just enough to get by, y’know? Especially being forced to live with one, having knowledge about their kind was just common courtesy.
“You’re fucking messy,” Vanitas snatched one of Noe’s stray shirts off the floor and threw it across the room. “Clean up!”
Vampires seemed to prefer cleanliness, or maybe it was just this one?
“Fucking wake up! It’s almost ten in the morning - you’ve wasted half your day already!”
Were all vampires like this? Weren’t they supposed to be night owls or something?
“That’s a rude stereotype,” Vanitas pointed out after Noe had finally gathered the courage to ask. “We are different, just like humans. We like different things,” Vanitas turned around and wrinkled his nose. “And hate different things.”
So, maybe he didn’t know enough about their kind as much as he should have.
“How different are you and I?” Noe frowned, sitting up and stretching his arms. “What are some things I don’t know?”
Vanitas stared at him with an unreadable expression - it kinda made him nervous. Usually, Vanitas would laugh - laugh his stupid hyena laugh - and call Noe stupid before vomiting facts and knowledge like he was the smartest, assholiest person in the world. Noe wanted that - he wanted Vanitas to stop staring with his lips pressed in a thin, unreadable line.
Then, wordlessly, he joined Noe on the bed, knees first. “You really wanna know?”
Noe quirked a brow at that. Of course he wanted to know! He wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t.
But, he couldn’t stop himself from voicing it as a question rather than an answer. “...Yes?”
Noe’s eyes followed as Vanitas’ hand snaked around the button of his own pants. His fingers hesitated, slightly trembling mid-air. In a matter of seconds - Noe had no time to react - Vanitas managed to pull both his pants and his underwear down to his ankles and, quite unabashedly, sat himself down on Noe’s thigh.
...Noe’s no longer virgin thigh.
Apparently, he didn’t know when to keep his mouth shut, because, “You’re…a girl…?” Escaped him before he even thought of saying it.
“Give it a second…” Something blue and foreign started…slithering - literally, slithering , out of Vanitas and Vanitas’ breath hitched as it - whatever the fuck it was - made contact with the cold air of their hotel room. “There,” Vanitas breathed, readjusting himself on Noe’s thigh. The… thing reacted by curling its tip and uncurling - and a strange gooey liquid started dribbling out of it.
Noe was staring - wide-eyed, jaw open. Noe was staring, quite unabashedly, and his face was definitely red. “Is it…alive?”
“You still don’t fucking get it, do you?” Rolling his eyes, Vanitas sighed. “It’s my fucking dick, Archiviste.”
“O-oh,” Noe swallowed. “Oh. Um.”
Noe didn’t know what to say - how the hell could he? Here was his roommate, sitting on his thigh, with his slithery dick out, and oh fuck - god - fuck, he was going to pass out. He couldn’t fucking do this - it wasn’t even noon!
“Can-” Noe squeezed his eyes shut. His face was burning, he could feel it. All three trillion or whatever nerves were on fire and his brain was short-circuiting. “Can you - control it?”
Vanitas seemed to like that question because without a moment's hesitation, he leaned forward - oh god the tentacle thing’s liquid was dripping onto Noe’s pristine white pants - and he took hold of Noe’s cheeks, squeezed them together, and tilted his chin upwards.
“You wanna find out?”
Noe was afraid to open his eyes. He swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing up and down, one single thing running through his mind.
This was going to be so fucked up .
-.-
And he was right.
Noe hated being right.
The way Vanitas grabbed his shirt and ripped it open - the buttons flying off - was fucked up. The way Vanitas dragged his gloved nails against his chest and stopped at the hem of his pants was fucked up.
The way his dick sprung to life like the world’s loosest doorstop after Vanitas had freed it from his underwear and began leaking without his permission was so, so fucked up.
And yet, Vanitas had the gall - the fucking gall to open his mouth and make fun of his dick!
“Hm. Yours looks weird.”
His normal-looking dick!
“Tentacle genitals are weirder!” Noe shouted. “Mine is normal! Average! Okay, well, maybe a little bit bigger than average, but -”
“You talk a lot,” Vanitas leaned to the side, tore his pants the rest of the way off - they fell to the floor - and sat back on Noe’s thigh, bare ass naked. “Be quiet.”
Noe found himself listening, for once.
“Good boy,” Vanitas grinned and began to lean down, sticking his ass in the air. His face was dangerously close to Noe’s dick and it just now clicked into his head what was going on.
“Wait!” Noe shuffled backward right as Vanitas stuck his tongue out to - to - god, Noe didn’t even want to think about it!
And Vanitas was glaring. He was glaring, still resting on his forearms, and he slowly sucked his tongue back into his mouth. Noe nervously gulped as their eyes made contact, making one-hundred-and-ten-percent sure he was not looking at Vanitas’ raised butt.
Of course, he failed.
“Noe,” Vanitas said and it sounded more like a growl than anything else. He crawled forward, on all fours, back up to Noe - his glare deepening. He kept going, getting closer, closer, closer until their faces were mere inches apart. Noe felt Vanitas’ breath against his nose and suppressed a shiver.
“Do not move away from me again.”
Something wet plopped right above Noe’s belly button and they both craned their necks to look down. One drop turned into two, which turned to three, which turned into -
Vanitas’ dick was leaking its…liquid all over Noe’s stomach and Vanitas wasn’t even embarrassed. No, he looked quite proud as he jerked his chin back up and met Noe’s gaze - that stupid, shit-eating grin on his face that Noe’s seen a million times before.
Only this time it was more terrifying.
“Are we done talking now?” Vanitas started to crawl backward, dropping his head right against Noe’s twitching dick, right where it was moments before. “Or do I have to shut you up?”
Just then, Noe’s dick wobbled up and down as if it were answering for itself and Noe wasted no time hiding his face with his hands.
Vanitas huffed a laugh, hot breath fanning against Noe’s cock before sticking his tongue out and licking a long, wet stripe against it. Noe couldn’t stop the whine that escaped his throat fast enough.
“Virgin,” Vanitas snorted as he pulled away; and for some reason, it offended Noe. Noe, of course, had no time to snap back, because Vanitas was, quite expertly , shoving his entire dick down his throat.
And the moan that ripped through Noe’s lips was embarrassing . Vanitas laughed - well, tried to, but his throat was currently…occupied.
He kept bobbing up and down, licking and sucking harshly on Noe’s tip, a crude popping noise echoing across the room. Noe’s thighs were jiggling with pleasure - the nerves in his groin ignited with every move Vanitas made and Vanitas knew it.
He just didn’t care.
Noe’s cock was getting cold as Vanitas licked his lips and wiped at his mouth with a closed hand. All Noe could do was stare - stare as Vanitas was taking his sweet, sweet time torturing him.
“You’re a demon,” Noe heaved, pushing himself up with his forearms. His stomach expanded with each heavy breath - his dick throbbing with every second it went untouched. Vanitas’...cum (?) was still resting in a small puddle in the dips of his muscles. Noe shifted and it slowly trickled off his side and onto the blankets, leaving a sticky blue trail.
“I’m a vampire. There’s a difference.”
“Hardly,” Noe’s throat constricted as he tried to swallow the saliva forming in his mouth.
Vanitas said nothing as he stood on his knees and rested his thighs on either side of Noe’s stomach. Noe watched as the man above him righted and readjusted himself before slumping down - the sickening sound of skin slapping against skin - and Noe realized his dick was wet.
…Wetter than usual.
Vanitas’ hands were rubbing against the muscles of his chest, but something squeezed around his dick that wasn’t Vanitas’ fingers.
“Oh my god,” Noe sucked in a sob. He threw his head back into the pillows behind him, hiccuping on broken moans. His sounds were so… lewd and it only fueled him to make more. Vanitas’ tentacle dick was wrapping itself around Noe, squeezing and stretching him and Noe realized he was crying.
It felt so good, though. So, so good - so wet, so warm - he could cum right now - he could cum, squirt all of it out, and Vanitas would be satisfied and would get off of him, talking something about “premature ejaculation” or whatever. And Noe?
Noe wouldn’t care.
Vanitas kept rubbing at his chest, pinching his nipples between clawed fingers before flicking one with his tongue. Noe’s back arched off the bed as Vanitas bit down and, at the same time, the tentacle wiggled and pushed its way into Noe’s urethra.
“Ha- ahhh! Fuck! ” Noe screamed and he shoved a hand down to try and pull it out, but he couldn’t reach. He couldn’t reach and the tears were pouring, now, and all Vanitas did about it was suck on his nipples like nothing was happening.
“Fucking shit - fuck - get out ! Vanitas!”
“I can’t control it,” Vanitas mumbled around a nipple. He let go, Noe’s chest jerking, before - “It does what it wants.”
It, being Vanitas’ dick, slipped out, thankfully not going any deeper. Instead, it glided around him again, squeezing roughly, before inching its way down.
“It does not ,” Noe rubbed at his eyes. “It so does not, asshole.”
Noe felt Vanitas smile against his skin.
“You really need to shut up,” Vanitas got up again and shimmied his way closer to Noe. Now, his thighs were against Noe’s cheeks and his dick was dancing above Noe’s nose. “Maybe this’ll work.”
Noe opened his mouth to say something - he didn’t know what - but Vanitas’ little buddy decided to shove itself in his mouth and he found himself choking - quite literally choking as the foreign liquid slipped down his throat.
Slime. It felt like slime - tasted like it, too.
The weight of Vanitas’ body was suffocating him - Noe couldn’t breathe and the tentacle was only making things worse by wrapping itself around his tongue. His hands flew up, smacking Vanitas’ thighs repeatedly until Vanitas lifted himself off of him and his dick slipped out of his mouth.
He could only suck in a few deep breaths until Vanitas grabbed fistfuls of his hair and grinded against his neck. The only sounds Noe could hear were his own desperate breaths and his heart beating - pounding in his ears.
“You wanted to know something about vampires that you didn’t already know,” Vanitas breathed through his nostrils, quite calmly, and pried Noe’s lips back open with gloved fingers. “Here’s some food for thought -” Vanitas shoved himself back inside Noe’s mouth, now that the human had a second to breathe.
“We don’t stop until we get what exactly what we want.”
Noe snorted through his nose, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull as Vanitas continued to pull at his hair and fuck himself into his throat. A disgusting gurgling sound entered both of their ears as blue slime and spit started seeping out from Noe’s lips. Noe tried - desperately tried to get Vanitas to stop; he squeezed, smacked, and raked his nails against Vanitas’ thighs, thinking it would get him to move.
Nope, not at all, because Vanitas moaned - really moaned - for the first time that morning and the sound made Noe’s cock jump with excitement. He found himself wanting to hear it again, and again, and again - he blindly dug his nails into skin - it didn’t matter where. Noe may not be able to see through his uncried tears, but he used his sense of touch to find Vanitas’ ass.
And once he did, he was rewarded with another moan. And another, and another, as he branded crescent moons into Vanitas’ asscheeks. He managed to spread them apart as roughly as he could, which caused Vanitas to buck his hips into his mouth and momentarily choke him.
He squeezed his eyes shut, pushing the tears down his cheeks, and swallowed globs of slime and spit.
“Ahh,” Vanitas whined, ripping strands of Noe’s hair clean off his head. “Hah - ah - fuck!” He cried as Noe’s hands explored his body; fingers squeezing, spreading, and wrapping themselves around his ponytai- “H-AAH! SHIT!”
The moment Noe yanked Vanitas’ hair, Vanitas splurted everything he had down Noe’s throat with no warning. Noe threw himself forward, Vanitas’ dick popping out of his mouth, and began coughing watery coughs.
After a few minutes of coughing, sniffing, and almost dying, Noe fell forward, his forehead resting against Vanitas’... - Noe tilted his chin up - …collarbone.
Vanitas’ face was flushed a deep red - a very beautiful red, Noe might add. His chest, once rapidly expanding, was now calm as receding and advancing waves.
Even though he only woke up about thirty minutes ago, Noe was ready to go back to sleep. His dick was still hard - he hadn’t come yet - but he was that tired.
Vanitas shifted, getting up and off Noe. Noe would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the warmth of his roommate’s body, but he kept his mouth closed, fearing what would happen if he opened it again.
“You had your fun. Now clean up,” Vanitas flicked his hair off his shoulders as he got up, his bones cracking. “I hate a dirty room.”
Noe lay there, alone on the bed, dick untouched and throbbing quite painfully. He threw an arm over his eyes, the thought of what they just did still not registering in his mind.
…He should…probably clean up. Vampires hate messy rooms, after all.