ofmisfortune | ♝ i . c. i n b o x

[ Considerate and compassionate… As someone who has rather often been regarded as callous and calculating, those words come as something of a surprise. Surely, he had simply been acting on desire, building a sense of rapport to support his interests— though, perhaps this deep connection that they’ve woven has inspired more out of him. It isn’t mere obsession, he knows that much. He feels it.

And to be accepted as he is… Could that really be so? ]

Perhaps not needlessly, but— excessively. [ Hesitant though he may be to accept that Vanitas wouldn’t take issue upon seeing all of him, it does inspire hope in his eyes. Again, he pauses to kiss his lover. ] And I would not hesitate to be so, to benefit those I value. To protect you from seeing any more harm.

[That description may apply to Vincent in regards to other people, but for Vanitas... he's gotten to see what he considers a unique side of the man he's come to adore. One that he treasures all the more for knowing how rare it is. If it turns out that Vincent is merely playing him for a fool... well, shame on him, then.]

Perhaps so. Well, that's something you can temper a bit, if you're able to acknowledge it. Put those tendencies where they'll be most useful: at Patho-Gen's throats. [He accepts the kiss, running a hand through Vincent's hair.] That in itself makes my heart soar... To know what lengths you'd go to for me. I'd like to think I would do the same for you.

[He pauses, hand trailing over his lover's cheek.]

...though that does bring me to my next point, if I may. Echo. She's your servant, yes?

[ Feeding such ideas back to him only leaves Vincent sighing heatedly. Reminding him of their bond, his hands sliding lower to grasp at Vanitas’ ass and press their bodies close. ]

Yes.

[ With parted lips, the blond is preparing to impart his lover with a passionate kiss— until, he is distracted by that gentle caress.

And Echo. Shit. Well, that is enough to curb his appetite, for the time being. ]

In short, yes. Why do you ask?

[ And what did she say? ]

[He feels the grope to his ass and almost gets lost in the sensation, forgetting his goal momentarily. But even with a pleased grunt escaping him, he presses onward, determined to make good on his promise to the girl. Still, he doesn't cease touching Vincent, running both hands over the sides of his neck while leaning closer so their noses touch.]

Because she seems... troubled. I worry for her. You know something of my past, of being mistreated. I... wish to make sure she isn't enduring anything similar.

[Not saying who might be mistreating her, but. They both likely know the answer to that. They can read between the lines.]

[ The touch does wonders in pacifying him - and that alone draws a chuckle Vincent. An excellent precautionary measure, he’s impressed. ]

I would imagine so. Echo’s circumstance of existence is rather complicated, in itself. [ It doesn’t seem to prevent him from continuing to appreciate the shape of his lover, however. ] You could say that I’ve been hard on her, though, yes.

[Master of manipulation, this one. Or at least in strategizing how to best bend people to his will.]

I see... Well, for what it's worth, I don't need to know all the details, if you aren't inclined to indulge me. [He grins at the contact, kissing Vincent softly.] Then as a favor, I ask you be a touch more gentle with her, hmm? If we're to be around one another, I don't think I could stomach the idea of you being needlessly harsh on someone who doesn't deserve it.

I wouldn’t decline to indulge you of anything, kitten.

[ Groaning contently into their kiss, Vincent rolls Vanitas onto his back, slipping his arms to support beneath the other’s head. ]

Emotional blackmail, is it? [ Chuckling, the blond nuzzles his lovers head back, to smear kisses along the contour of his chin, speaking the following between each pass of the lips. ] Interesting method…

Mmm... Glad to hear it... That makes me feel special.

[It's a motion that Vanitas easily allows, getting his legs tangled with Vincent's as his arms move to drape around his neck.]

Or you can see it as merely conveying my true feelings. However you wish to interpret it. [It's said with some amusement as his voice slips into moans at each kiss, one after the other making him shiver pleasantly and squirm with need.] It isn't like I lack empathy...

[ It difficult to take it too seriously, with the tone one Vanitas’ voice, but… ]

I wouldn’t think to suggest it.

[ Grazing his teeth along the corner of the other’s jaw, Vincent kisses the superficial little scrapes, staying close to his ear to mutter. ]

Mm. If it should please you, I will play nicely with little Echo.

[Even if Vincent can't fully accept it for what he hopes it is, the fact he at least somewhat indulges him is enough.]

Good. On both accounts. I don't know what all you have going on between the two of you, but... it does my heart good to hear you're willing to oblige me in this matter.

[The sharp sensation of those teeth flirting with his skin makes Vanitas shudder and grunt, reveling in the alternating pain and comfort offered by his kisses. His tail sways, the tip twitching from the way Vincent's breath tickles his ear.]

I promise not to ask too many favors of you.

[ Now, Vincent doesn’t doubt the sincerity behind the request. He hardly believes that the other would put in the effort, if it weren’t something that weighed on his mind. It’s how he’s gone about it that the blond finds endearing.

The forked end of his tongue flicks into Vanitas’s ear just so. ]

Think nothing of it, my love.

[ And he could counter, as well. Pepper in little affections to endure. ]

As I’ve said, all you need do is ask. Is it Echo you’d like to know more about, then? [ Fingers curl into Vanitas’ tresses, angling his neck to expose the musculature, and trail kisses down its hallows. ] That is, indeed- [ Kiss. ] - quite complicated.

[That much is very true. Vanitas never does anything without a reason, without some kind of stake in the proceedings, be it physical or emotional. Not that he would ever admit the latter. Even now, with this, he's hoping to spin it as something else.

That gets him gasping and squirming, a bit of a laugh escaping despite his best efforts to remain composed.]

Hey now...

[That it tickles is something he probably shouldn't admit, trivial weakness though it might be. Never provide an opening, no matter how small.]

She is an intriguing individual...

[The lack of emotion in her is something he finds mystifying. Though more important right now is Vincent's attentions steadily driving him wild as he allows himself to be manipulated for maximum affection. Idly, his fingers twitch until he gets them up behind his lover's back to search out the base of his wings and massage there.]

That I don't doubt... Nothing involving you is simple, I gather.

[ Some Things don’t need to be spoken; Vanitas’ body did well to betray that little secret of his, and to hear his laughter is delightful. It’s another little intricacy of his lover’s body that he will be filing away to savor.

For now, he pauses to make a beautiful little bruise between the younger man’s collarbones, whilst listening to him speak. ]

Hardly. [ Licking over his lips, he peers up at Vanitas with a modest chuckle. ] Rather, it’s what she is. You recall what I’ve shared with you about Chains, yes?

[Perhaps one day he'll mildly regret divulging that tidbit, but for now it's no matter. Vanitas would much rather focus on the affection he's being lavished with, the bruise of Vincent's making one he'll cherish rather than be embarrassed by.]

Yes, indeed I do. Most fascinating, I must say... [He's certain there's more to learn, of course, but it's something he's eager to do when Vincent peers up at him with such an expression. Massaging over the base of his wings, he leans in to kiss the blond's forehead once.] They have something to do with her, then?

[ The attention paid to his wings leaves the blond’s lashes drooping, breath deepening with an exhale. He allows his eyes to close entirely while savoring the kiss to his forehead. ]

Yes…

[ A throaty little moan sounds behind his lips, as he idly rolls his shoulders - then extending his tongue to draw over his new mark, and the definition of the other’s collarbone. ]

I met her contractor when I was quite young - found her through the bars of a prison cell, tucked beneath the Baskerville estate. [ He fondly nips atop his lover’s shoulder. ] After contracting with Duldee, the chain desired a body of its own and possessed her. As a result, she lost herself. Her name, memories, will… and became— unmanageable, I’d suppose.

[While not the softest of wings he's ever touched (those would be Aether's), Vanitas finds the silken smoothness of Vincent's to be equally enticing, though nowhere near as much as the sounds his lover makes. So he works his hands along the edge of his wings, massaging his way up and then down again while they talk.]

Ah... I see... That would explain a great deal, now wouldn't it? [Both the prison cell and being possessed. Jolting from the nip, he hooks a leg around Vincent's hip, drawing him in closer.] I take it she didn't remain that way?

[ As his mouth works its way back up Vanitas’ neck, his pleasured breath will wash over the younger man’s neck with every little groan he incites. In turn, Vincent’s wings flutter and bend into his touch. The bottom set, wrapping about the other’s thighs. ]

No… With the Tragedy Of Sablier, she was dragged into the Abyss. Only the Baskervilles survived, and escape came differently for all of us… Once I emerged, she was placed into my care, as she wouldn’t listen to anyone else. We’d formed a bond, both as outcasts. [ A scoff, as he delicately rolls his hips into his lover’s. ] I gave her the name Noise all those years ago. Echo, however was created by her Chain. One of many, designed to control Noise’s unstable mentality, thus protecting her body, and house the broken fragments of her subconscious. When they began to discover a will of their own, Duldee would destroy them, and create a new one in her place. Perfectly compliant.

[To say Vanitas is enjoying getting to make those wings move and flutter would be an understatement, especially when the lower ones curl around his legs. Though more importantly is how he cranes his head to one side, inviting the mouthy ministrations to his neck.]

I must say this is a touch hard to follow... [More so because of Vincent gently massaging their hips together, earning him a needy, breathy moan as he moistens his lips.] Noise, huh...? I can't say I care for the notion of a perfectly compliant individual, no matter the circumstances... It sounds decidedly like brainwashing, or personality manipulation at best. Not unlike what they're trying to do to us here.

[Even though he's the one who brought it up, he's vaguely regretting as much. But just because a tale is difficult to hear doesn't mean it should be ignored. So while listening, he tries to offset the horrors by encouraging Vincent to grind against him. To grant them both pleasure, and him in particular something of a diversion.]

[ With a gently hum of disagreement, Vincent finds his lover’s lips once more. A silent apology, for the morose nature of such history. ]

Duldee sought self preservation. Noise’s mind deteriorated, and she began to mirror the personalities that she knew best; Duldee’s, and mine. Reckless and irrational behavior put her at great risk, and without the body of a contractor, she would be confined to the Abyss. Echo prevented her from her own destruction… but I believe that it also aided in her disappearance of self, as she remained dormant in her own body.

[ Wings aiding Vanitas in raising his legs, the blond temporarily faulters with a wanton moan, lashes fluttering and large wings flapping. Stimulating as it is to grind against one another like so, he would like to see their clothing on the tidied floor. With a steadying breath through his nostrils, he noses down the length of the younger man’s neck. ]

The Echos… they never lasted long. However, the one you’ve met, she’s endured greater than them all. Somehow, she’s arrived here - without Noise, or Duldee.

[It's an apology he readily accepts, though a faint frown remains. It's difficult to see Echo's situation as anything but tragic.]

I suppose one can't fault someone for desiring to survive, though perhaps some methods are less preferable than others. Though the way you put it now sounds a little better than what I had assumed to be the case... It's possible a loss of self might be better if she was self-destructive as you say.

[The gentle breeze from Vincent's larger wings leave Vanitas' eyes closing softly while he savors the sound coming from his lover's lips. Yet he's also of a similar mind regarding their clothes, and starts picking at Vincent's to rid him of at least the most troublesome of garments while shuddering from the hot breath ghosting over his skin.]

I think I understand. "Echo" is merely one aspect of a combined being, and thus lacks a standard sense of self like a typical person, yes?

[ Carefully sliding his arms free from beneath the pillow under Vanitas’ head he shifts - both to aid in the removal of his top, and work at his lover’s, in turn. ]

More or less, yes. As it turns out, she too began to form a will of her own… Her own opinions and desires.

[ As was in mind, Vani’s top makes its way to the floor, as Vincent focuses on shimmying the younger man’s bottoms off of his hips, mindfully lifting each of his legs to free them. ]

When I first encountered the Echos, they failed at attacking me, laughed at me— and, they simply weren’t Noise… Didn’t make for a positive first impression, I must say, and it’s difficult to build rapport when it only aids in their destruction.

[ Palms encircling Vanitas’ sides, they trail down the length of his body in appreciation, before grasping firmly at the base of his hips. ]

Noise and I, we fueled one another’s destructive habits - and with Echo, I only enforced that lack of self, weary of starting over again and again. Cruelly conditioning her, yet extending her life. It was simply… how we came to be.

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[While Vincent does away with their tops, he focuses on his bows, both the one around his neck and at his hip, before moving on to help with the rest.]

That's reassuring to hear... A person devoid of all self is hardly one at all.

[Freed of all that unnecessary attire, he then draws his lover back in for a slow kiss, breaking away just enough to breath and continue talking.]

Yes, I can see how that might make it difficult to come to any sort of amiable agreement or cultivate a relationship of any sort when the situation is so fraught.

[A heady sigh leaves his lips as he falls back upon the pillows, hands trailing lightly down Vincent's arms to cover the hands holding his hips.]

So long as you recognize that it wasn't the right thing to do, that now it's hopefully unnecessary, then I think one might be able to understand where you were coming from in treating her in such a manner. I can't imagine trying to befriend someone again and again, without getting anywhere.

[ Licking across his lips, the taste of Vanitas still there, Vincent’s chest rises and falls with a hungry sigh as he admires the sight of his lover laid beneath him. Thumbs follow the dip along the other’s hips, lower wings gently teasing along the length of his legs. ]

Yes… I’ve kept her around as a force of habit, really. Dependent on her presence.

[ Teasing his bare cock along the crevice of the other’s ass, he exhales a quiet groan. One set of their hands, he shifts to palm along Vanitas’s length, slow and attentive. ]

It’s a matter of time until she realizes that she doesn’t need to honor Noise’s commitment to me any longer. I expect that she might act on her disdain, and kill me then. I would have it coming.

[Sprawled out before Vincent, for a time Vanitas merely allows the other to savor his presence before he surrenders to the touch and squirms about eagerly, wishing for more contact between them.]

Understandable. And I fear that she in turn would require you in a way.

[With Vincent at his entrance, his breath catches, a faint needy whimper escaping as he wiggles encouragingly - until he's being stroked oh so gently, to the point of grunting his next words out.]

I would take exception to that-- so I'll speak with her. Perhaps she'll oblige me since I promised her I would in turn speak with you about this whole matter.

[ Humming in encouragement, he rolls his hips once or twice more, continuing to stoke Vanitas against his own stomach. With a bit of successful multitasking, he may be able to reach over to his bedside drawer, so that he can return with a bottle of lube in hand. ]

Mn, you don’t have to—…

[ Eyes meeting Vanitas’, however, his brow softens. He raises their hands together, pressing his lips atop other’s knuckles. ]

I suppose that I would do the same for you.

[ A mild sigh, as he’s gently untangling their hands, in favor of squeezing some of the liquid onto his fingertips. ]

If it brings you some ease, you may do as you wish. [ And with some diligence, massages around his lover’s entrance, before pressing into him. ] I hope you don’t mind me saying, your general concern is—… Well, I’m honored.

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