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Vanitas' back hit the wall, head shielded by Jeanne's hand as she stripped his shirt from the other.
"Ow ow Why the rush, Jeanne? When will you learn to just ask me when you're hungry?" Vanitas pouted, a dull ache still present in his back.
"Vanitas." Jeanne growled, like how she always does when she's on the brink of losing herself to her bloodlust, which prompted him to quiet down. Arching an eyebrow her way as if to say, 'Go on.'
"I need blood." She said, voice breaking as if she was trying her hardest to not give in, "I- Tell me... Tell me you want it, V-Vanitas." An involuntary growl escaped her throat again.
Vanitas stared at her before scoffing, "Of course Jeanne. I love you so much, of course I would want it. I'm the one who told you to drink from only me. Remember?"
But oh she couldn't, her head was foggy with the desire to sink her teeth into that slender pale neck, taste the sweetest blood she's ever have had, "V-V-Vanitas, let me... hng... letmedrinkyourblood." She croaked out.
Saliva frothing in her mouth, fangs extending to a noticable length, "Come to me Jeanne." And she pounced. It didn't take more than a fraction of a second for her to plunge her fangs into Vanitas' beautiful neck, pale throat bobbing under her lips.
She heard the soft hitch in his breath and groaned in satisfaction. She pressed him further against the wall. "Ah.. ah.." came the sweetest sounds as Jeanne bit into his neck.
Sucking and sucking and sucking.
Vanitas' mind was muddled, when he had told Jeanne about how good, how divine it felt to have his blood sucked, he wasn't lying. Wasn't even exaggerating.
He felt his knees go week and quickly wrapped his arms around her neck to steel himself, she was a vampire she could easily handle his weight.
"Aah.. J-Jeanne.." he whined, feeling the rush of aphrodisiacs seeping into his blood, an exchange for what vampires would call ambrosia. Vanitas' fingers tightened into her jacket and he stumbled as she shoved him further up the wall.
Jeanne's eyes widened at how vocal he was being and she forcefully ripped herself away from his neck. Vanitas stared at her in confusion, chest visible from where his shirt was forced open, heaving, pupils dilated, "I-Is that it? D-don't you l-like to drink mo..re usually..?" He gasped out, whole body trembling.
Jeanne's mouth hung open at his disheveled state and she felt his legs shake harshly. "Jeanne...." Vanitas called out in that same breathy voice and something in her snapped. She pressed herself wholly against him, shoved a thigh in between his legs and bit into his collarbone this time.
Vanitas yelped before moaning, "Mn.. ah ah.." she loved the way Vanitas would go all incoherent when she bit him. He'd be so pliant, so fragile, so beautiful when she'd do that. She wanted to do more, something more that would give her an even better reaction than this.
Her hands wandered around his body, feeling scars she'd never seen, probably never would until Vanitas himself showed her. She flicked a nipple, her thigh pressing directly against his crotch and fireworks burst in her eyes when she heard a desperate mewl leave his mouth.
Vanitas squeaked and pressed his palm against his mouth to stop himself, though that hand was quickly snatched away and rammed next to his head and nailed to the wall.
"Don't." Was all Jeanne said before licking over the bite marks she left on his skin. Kissing and sucking his neck till Vanitas' legs were clamping around her thigh, shudders passing through his whole body. He was flushed as far as she could see. 'So pretty. she marvelled.
Hearing a shocked gasp she looked up, at Vanitas' face, flustered she realized she must've spoken that out loud. But instead of making up excuses and trying to explain herself she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
Vanitas whimpered submissively, feeling Jeanne's hands roam around his body, occassionally flicking his nipple. Unconsciously he had started to rut down onto her thigh making small noises in his throat, muffled by their kiss.
Jeanne licked once over his lips, twice before Vanitas opened his mouth in silent invitation. She immediately licked into his mouth, saliva dripping down their chins. She sucked onto his tongue making Vanitas moan again. Her hands settled at his waist, thumbs rubbing his hips and then-
Vanitas yelled. Eyes wide.
"D-Did you j-just-" his whole face was red, he didn't get to complete his sentence when Jeanne did it again.
Vanitas cried out, his arms wrapping themselves tighter around her neck, fingers clutching at whatever fabric or hair they could reach to ground themselves as Jeanne dragged him, forcefully rutting him against her thigh.
"J-Jeanne! N-no... I'm- ah..m" Vanitas stopped trying to speak and rested his forehead against her hiccuping and whimpering at the relentless stimulation washing over him.
"Vanitas, Vanitas, Vanitas." Jeanne kept snarling, pinching a nipple then with the same hand, fingers tangling into dark locks and she pulled, "A-Ah!" Vanitas moaned at the slight burn in his scalp as Jeanne tilted his head to access to his pale neck again.
"B-bite me Jeanne. P-please.." Jeanne could've gone feral at how submissive Vanitas sounded and latched onto his neck. The rhythmic thrum of his pulse under her mouth making want creep up in her.
"So pretty, so wonderful, Vanitas." She kept murmuring kissing and leaving hickeys behind on every expanse she could. She bent down, "W-what? Jean-ne.. why aren't you-?" Vanitas paused and bit his lip so hard blood oozed out.
Jeanne sucked on his nipple while playing with the other, her free hand still guiding Vanitas to grind against her thigh which she didn't need to anymore since he was unconsciously doing it on his own. Her hand instead grabbed his ass, sharp nails digging into the flesh.
Vanitas slammed his head to the wall, uncontrollable moans and mewls and whines leaving his mouth like water from a broken faucet. "C-can't.. J-Jeanne.. plea-please... Bite me bite me." He sobbed, his whole frame shaking from arousal.
Jeanne clicked her tongue, pressing a quick kiss to the nub before pulling him into a deep kiss, suckling the bleeding lip. She then bent down and placed a kiss near his ear, licking a broad strip from the jaw and delicately dug her fangs in.
Vanitas sniffled, "Jeanne Jeanne- hah..." and his legs snapped shut around her thigh, fingers gripped Jeanne so hard she hissed, body going taught and a quiet moan stuck in his throat, almost a wheeze.
And Vanitas came.
He slumped down, his frame held up by the vampire, no strength left in his limbs as he watched Jeanne swipe her tongue across his teeth, fangs retracting to a manageable length. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.
Vanitas, still out of breath and head in the clouds could only nuzzle into her shoulder. "Hah.. aha.. Jeanne..what have you done...to me.." he marvelled.
Jeanne didn't reply, just patted his back.
"Jeanne .. how am I going home? ...with my pants soiled... I can't even walk. ....I think." Vanitas chirped.
Jeanne wordlessly picked him up, fixing his clothes as much as she could. She lifted his hand, the gloved one, and kissed it gently.
"I love you Vanitas."
The only thing Vanitas could do at that moment was let a tear slip from his eyes and hide his face in her cloak.