His chest bare, his blouse fell from his arms drooping into the bend of his quivering arms. His head turned to the side staring endlessly at the window, face bright red a soft shade of scarlet a joint by his lust yet his eyes and quivering lip said otherwise. His eyebrows angrily furrowed, as pure anger fluctuated in and out of him with every soft obnoxious sigh daggers at you.

'Vanitas,' you paused, a finger placed upon your lip, your eyes shifted back towards the written words of beautiful literature grasped in your palms. The book was slightly heavy, balanced between your overarching hand that crawled against the grooves on the top of it, the other softly followed the words as it balanced upon your stomach, 'Are you going to pout all day or what?'

His head tilted back, his blush disappeared and his head tilted down, brows lifted and an almost smirk began to appear upon his lips, his arms dropped from being crossed; one sat upon his bent knee the other slid upon his other straight leg rested upon until the end of the bed.

'Maybe,' your eyes snapped to the door, the soft sound of the knocking filled your ears and you stood up dropping the book upon the sofa, your body stood up and you walked towards him.

Your fingers dove around his white button shirt, pulling over his shoulders as you bent down slightly to do up the buttons. You watched his smirk grow bigger, and stared at him quite pissed off about his undeniable waiver of emotions.

'Why won't you just mark me?' Your eyebrows furrowed further, you weren't annoyed rather upset. If he understood where you were coming from, quite frankly he would agree, you stared back at him, your hand placed upon his cheek staring upon his eyes that reflected as if you were caught in his trap.

'Vanitas, you know my opinion on this topic,' you paused softly your forehead touched his and the moment things disappeared except for him, he was the only thing there only thing that meant anything to you,

'And you know mine.' you watched his hand slip to his buttons, softly undoing the top button dragging it to the side revealing more of his nape, his eyes begging, desiring what he wanted; a singular mark from you, possession. You stood up and moved away, his fingers clawed at his skin to the point he drew blood. It ran around the room, you could almost see it as it spun around you until it hit your nose, intoxicating you to the point you had to squeeze your nose trying to keep it from doing anything else.

You paused as a soft gulp came past your lips, 'Vanitas..'

You stood up, and brushed your dress off watching tiny molecules of dust waltz around the air before falling down after losing the stream of air they once clanged for life. You watched anger consume him as he stood up in a blurt of anger and fury.

'Why won't you mark me? If you loved me you would!'

Eyes snapped in blood red, you slammed his body back down upon the chaise, the velvet fabric taken his body and your own as you laid upon him. Legs spread as his laid between and your head over his in pure anger, 'Is this what you want for me to prove my damn love for you?!' you shouted,

The mixture of rawr emotions of anger and sadness mixed with the intoxicating smell of his blood got too much. You pulled back once it was done as your mark began to appear upon his neck, you looked away in disgust and shame of yourself as you climbed off the chaise towards the matching oak wood sofa. You could see his smile as he stared upon the mirror staring at the mark yet from the corner of your eye you watched it fade as soon as he saw me.

'Why aren't you happy?'

Marking someone showed intimacy between one another, yet with both of you being near to some pretty bad people left big red targets on the other. You weren't one to ever want harm towards him, so you couldn't let yourself dare mark him in case because truth be told if he got hurt because of your mark you wouldn't be able to live with yourself.

'Are you happy?' you drew out monotonously, your hand reached back to the book as you continued to read without any utter care towards him.

'No because your not happy,' he paused and let forward on the chaise, his hands dragging low in his lap, his eyes dropped their usual spark,

You pulled towards the next page, you tried to shake his piercing blue eyes off yourself yet it didn't prevail, your eyes flickered back at the words as you read the same word over and over again, the shuffle of fabric against one another followed by footsteps. His hand gripped the top of the book, his body crawled upon yours, his head a few inches from yours a small tilt in his head as his eyes searched in a meaningful way trying to understand the circumstance.

'Why didn't you want to mark me?' his voice was soft and sweet, his hand softly moved away from holding him up, and moved strands of hair away from your face, you said everything to him. His face changed, it was bland before a smile appeared, his fingers curled around strands of hair around your face placing them behind your ear as his lips kissed your jaw.

'I'd never let that happen, if anyone tries to bring you harm..' he paused as his eyes had that similar sharpness, the bright blue eyes alit as they burned into your soul, 'I'd harm them no matter what! I'd kill them. I'd kill them. I'd kill them!' his voice raised in pitch before toppling down in a menacing voice,

His lips drew closer upon your skin, they crawled against your skin as he kissed your jaw and your neck and back over again. You looked away and your eyes met the horrifying glaze that came from the liliac eyes of Noe and his cheeks red.

'I'm sorry.' his voice a mummering mess, his hands filled with a silver tray of tea, as his eyes began to advert from Vanitas laying upon you his lips still connected to your neck,

He closed the door slowly and you could hear the cups chink as he ran down the hallway, you couldn't help but giggle, 'Noe! I would like some tea!' Vanitas shouted you couldn't help but giggle,

Your hand curled around his back, but he lept out before you could hold him, he ran to the mirror and like a child he stared endlessly at your mark upon his neck. His fingers etched around the pattern, and your fingers grabbed the book. You went back to reading as he continued to idle over it, he spent all night staring at it until he fell asleep.

'You marked him?' Noe spoke softly, the cup to his lips as he took a long sip

'He forced me to.' you grumbled, you walked slowly towards him, a blanket thrown over your right arm as you slowly bent down, you stroked away strands of his hair from his face. You placed the blanket upon his body tucking him in, hearing his sleepy mummers and little faint smile upon his face made you happy that you made him happy.

'Goodnight my sweet blue.' You whispered to him as you placed a kiss upon his temple,