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[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.

[That alone is enough to leave him writhing, desperation already building up with the intensity of an inferno. He doesn't even really notice Vincent busying himself with the all important task of lubrication, trying instead to encourage him to simply take him then and there by bearing down on his length.]

Perhaps not, but...

[But it's something he would rather try to head off before it becomes an issue. Especially when Vincent takes his hand like that and delivers a precious kiss to it.]

Exactly. You can't ask me not to when you would turn around and try to shield me.

[Anticipation building again, he flexes his legs, hugging Vincent with them with a sigh of his own, one of need.]

Trust me, I always do... [Meaning he's the sort to do as he likes regardless of what others want. Which makes their own thing they've got going rather fascinating. Why the allure of having Vincent toying with his entrance and then delving into him has yet to fade, earning him a breathy grunt as his hips instinctively rise to meet his touch.] ...mmn...so long as it doesn't anger you. Although I think I would like having you even in anger, heh.

[ With a breathy laugh, he carefully spreads his fingers within. All the while, petting along Vanitas’ length with slow and measured strokes. ]

So hasty… I suppose I shouldn’t bother, mm?

[ With the lube, that is. They’ve never really taken to using it before, spontaneous as they are - but he thought it might be a nice little treat to keep around. Oh well. ]

No, I’m not angry… Rather, it shows that you care deeply, I think.

[ As it turns out, he’s pretty hasty, too; whatever lubricant is left on his fingers is smeared along his cock, cutting the process relatively short. What he wants is to claim Vanitas’ body all over again, and reward him for his vested interest. ]

But even in my anger, you say…

[ Before he can inquire further, his breath catches, for he steadily delves into the other’s warmth. The ridges on his cock have been becoming more defined as his corruption progresses; the resistance of his lover’s muscle and tightness within provide the most delectable sensations as they catch, leaving him groaning in appreciation already. ]

[A soft grunt escapes as he can't help squirming eagerly, scowling at the cheekiness. They may not have gone with lube their previous times, yet the addition of it is likely to make things that much smoother for them; for Vanitas in particular. Still, he huffs past flushed cheeks.]

Do as you like...

[He's hardly the picky sort, at least when it comes to indulging in carnal desires. ....and yet-- his gaze falls back on Vincent, searching.]

Yes... Even if you were pissed at me, I think I would still relish the act between us.

[As familiar as this is, there's still something wholly new about Vincent's cock now having more pronounced ridges, leading Vanitas to throw his head back with a moan as a quaking shiver overtakes him. Even once inside fully, his lover's length scrapes along his passage. Scrambling, he gets his arms around the other man's neck in order to hold him close.]

One day I want to take you...

[ It’d doubtful that a time will come that he shouldn’t delight in seeing Vanitas scowl with a flush on his cheeks. Yet, his grin lessens as curiosity takes hold, leaving the blond’s head to tilt. What is it that he was searching for, he’d wonder? ]

Mm, it’s some comfort that you would accept me, no matter.

[ Voice weighted and breathy with pleasure, he eagerly welcomes the opportunity for their bodies to be closer, sliding his own arms beneath his lover’s back. Allowing the other time to adjust, Vincent pauses to savor in all of the sensations of his body, including that of his lips, as he offers him a deepened kiss. ]

Perhaps, if you are an especially good boy for me, that can be your reward tonight. [ Another brief kiss. ] You’ve caught me in a good mood.

[What it is he sought remains a guarded secret, thought perhaps it has to do with his inquiry as to the potential reversal of their positions. Judging whether Vincent would scorn him for such a notion or indulge it...]

I would... Just as I'll gladly welcome you no matter how far your corruption takes you. It matters not to me but to share my bed with you, all of you.

[Vincent's lustful voice always sends shivers down his spine, and this time is no exception, making him jerk and buck eagerly to get his lover in as deeply as possible. Something made easier by the way in which he's held while their attention turns to the simple joy of kissing one another passionately, drawing forth a low, whiny moan from Vanitas. It's accentuated by his feline ears twitching and tail lashing about.]

Mmm... I'll be good. Just tell me what you want... [A smile breaks out across his face, eyes warm with passion and need.] I'm glad... I like you being like this.

[ Such words do well to fill his chest, and perhaps, such love even spills over to his eyes. It’s still a marvel to him, how pleasant it is to accept and immerse in this connection that they’ve formed.

Sighing between their mouths, he rocks his hips into his lover, stride slow while driving deep. ]

And I, you. Never would I have expected that I could experience this with another… [ Lashes dipping with a drawn out groan, Vincent rests his forehead atop the other’s. ] I merely want to deluge you with a fraction of the gratification that you bring me, and see you quake with satisfaction…

[There's certainly something that Vanitas believes he sees within Vincent's eyes, and while he knows not whether it's something pure like love or emotions colored by lust, he's grateful to find it there all the same. Being desired in any way is something he fears and longs for in equal measure, especially by one who's marked his heart as his own.

Angling his waist up to meet each thrust provides him with the burning pleasure inside him as he grasps himself to jerk his length to match Vincent's movements.]

Haha... Right? Especially not somebody who seemed so much like me... [He lets himself revel in that noise, dragging one hand over his lover's back to fondle a wing's base as they touch foreheads.] Have no fear... I'm sure I'll be writhing beneath you before long....

[ If those sounds are what Vanitas seeks, he will surely receive them. Touch to his tender back and wings still leaves him weak, but be it from the soothing touch from his imprint and lover, he doesn’t believe that he should ever tire of it.

Said wings shift to cover them much like a shield from the outside world. ]

Mn— enough to form an understanding like no other… and yet, there is still so much about you that I’ve yet to discover— [ As he hastens the roll of his hips, his nails rake beneath the other man’s shoulders, and pressing slow kisses up along the contours of his face. ] You’ve truly captured me.

[They are indeed, and he's grateful for each and every one as it becomes apparent that he's capable of manipulating more out of Vincent. Fingers curl around the spines of both wings, massaging them in their entirety as they cover them from everything else.]

I consider it an honor to be able to share in these moments together with you... And to let you see more of me... [Shuddering, he lets out a long, low groan, squeezing his muscles to tighten around Vincent's length and drag the pleasure out for both of them, all the while eating up the affection to his face.] In exchange, I hope to get to play with you more, my little captive...

[ Yet to have had his wings doted on to quite an extent, the sensations are all very new; it leaves Vincent's breath ragged, his shoulders quivering. For a beat, his head falls to rest against his lover's temple, taking him feverishly with teeth grit. ]

Ah--. [ Paired with the tone of Vanitas' unbridled groan, and the blessed confines of the man's body embracing and griding his every inch, the blond is reduced to a mess of pants and groans. ] You won't hear any-- mn-- Complaints from me. I'll devour all you've to offer... and still be hungry for more.

[ As though to show just that, he catches one of those feline ears to pin between his teeth, tugging ever so carefully. His thrusts, however, are far less forgiving. ]

[Always content to experience something new, Vanitas notes his lover's labored breathing with glee, and continues gliding his fingers along the spines of his wings, occasionally dipping down to stroke the membrane between. Yet the real pleasure comes from feeling Vincent pound into him repeatedly, building up the tension between them.]

Hmmnn... [Legs snag the blond around his waist, drawing him in close with each thrust, causing Vanitas to clutch tightly at the long blond strands, tugging them so as to direct Vincent for a quick kiss, brief and heated while they all but sing in unison.] Greedy man... But I like that in-- ah--! ...you.....

[All sense Vanitas might have had goes right out the window upon being teased on his tender feline feature. It takes a concerted effort to hold his head still while the rest of his body rocks from the fierce rhythm being imparted by his lover, making him delicious with pleasure.]

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