No Femboy Friday

A luminescent of rays shined humbly from the moon, fully exposing themselves in the youth of the night; charismatic and full of pride. It's light beautiful sparks seeped through the shadows and rained upon the two separable bats hanging freely upon the branch of a dead tree. They were both moon bathing wholesomely to shiny up their coats and wings for the night. The two were rarely ever seen together in 'harmony' like this but tonight was different, they didn't seem to mind confronting the closeness. Regardless of the spite they held for one another, they cleaned in silence.  The larger bat finished his tailing before releasing his claws around the branch and allowing gravity to take its toll. His wings caught him and with a few flaps, the bat turned himself into his original vampire self. 

His eyes narrowed at the small pink bat who was currently washing his wings and face. For why this little beast wished to moon bathe with him tonight in the first place was out of his question. He assumed he wanted to annoy him as usual. Scarlet just couldn't waste a day without irritating him at no end, now could he? The vampire sneered at the thought before extracting his sinister wings and preparing for a flight home. 

Suddenly, a charming light voice called out to him. 

"Leaving so soon, Vincey~" The small dainty male had switched himself back into a vampire and caught up to Vincent, In which the man huffed out in agitation. Scarlet disregarded the aggravated tone and smiled a toothy grin. "I have a challenge for you." 

"What do you want now, Scarlet? Is it not enough I allowed you to even groom beside me."

"It's nothing of importance to you....but! Have you ever heard of 'No Femboy Friday?'

Vincent rubbed the tip of his chin in thought. There was no use lying to himself, he had never heard of such a silly thing. Was it...some kind of game? "'No Femboy Friday?' I can't recall ever hearing such nonsense" He gestured for Scarlet to continue. "Please do enlighten me on this...game you speak of." 

Scarlet cleared his throat on cue, excited to share the challenge with Vincent. A bit too excited. 

"Well, yes... I guess you could call it a game if you want? Basically, you have to go all of Friday without indulging or even touching a femboy of any type! That means 24 hours without fooling around with your man~"

It didn't take much for Vincent to fall into annoyance at Scarlet's blunt proposal. His brain needed to restart after hearing this. 

Once Vincent's brain decided to cooperate with him again, he leered at the little bimbo. Not amused in the slightest. "That sounds apathetically stupid. I'm out." He turned his back towards Scarlet, his cloak winging behind him.

"How come Mr. Edgy Pants? The baby can't keep it in his pants for more than 24 hours?" Scarlet's expression morphed into a mocking pout, wailing his fists like a crying child. At that, Vincent wrung his head and glared towards Scarlet, throwing his signature "I'm going to fucking murder you" look at him. 

"I beg your pardon? Sex is pleasurable but not indispensable in my book. If anything, it would be you who would struggle at such a petty little game."

"Wanna bet?"

"I declare as such."

"Then shake the deal, big guy!"

Scarlet introduced his hand for a fair shake, the taller vampire immediately engulfed it in his own and gave a shake so firm Scarlet almost waltzed over. However, It didn't stop the pink bimbo from nearly laughing at the sight. He successfully convinced Vincent to join in on one of his little high jinks when he had failed to do so many times before. Vincent was never one for games so Scarlet was more than humored to see how this would turn out. As for him, this would be a piece of cake. Feminine males were...not quite his type to begin with. Edgy pants didn't need to know that though. Regardless, he wasn't going to cheat and entrusted Vincent would do the same. 

"It's just a mere 24 hours. I've gone weeks without touching my husband." 

"Mhm. Not in the same room I don't think." Scarlet looked at his nails smugly before staring at the cloaked man through his lashes. "Don't bite off more than you can chew~" 

The vampire gruffed at Scarlet's wisenheimer remarks'. He knew what he was getting himself into, he didn't need the unnecessary sympathy. Especially on the behalf of Scarlet of all people. 

Without much ado, Vincent's wings flared out once more before soaring away into the night, the ground rumbling in his departure. Scarlet watched him disappear, mirth swimming in his eyes. Midnight had long already struck sometime during their grooming session, already an hour and a half into Friday. He supposed he'd allowed Vincent to have a headstart and keep those extra minutes. 

He'd really need them.

-

Once Vincent had arrived back at his manor, he was immediately greeted by the sickeningly sweet scent of chocolate. He could feel his fangs become numb at just the thought of the confectionary candy. He wrinkled his nose a bit as the smell became stronger when he made his way into the kitchen. Before him was his beautiful husband whisking a pot of what seemed to be liquidated cacao seeds. Other herbs and spices surrounded him as he worked up a storm. Plasterers of chocolate molds lined themselves up neatly on the counter and a delicate plate of gorgeously molded chocolates sat idly on the kitchen island. 

Vincent's senses blocked off the remaining chocolatey scent that lingered in the air. The smell itself didn't bother him, it was just chocolate was one aroma he didn't fancy. Actually, he didn't like chocolate period. 

At the sound of his footsteps, Ambrosia peered up to see his husband. A soft dainty smile decorated his face at the sight of the very man he loved. His attention shortly went back to the pot of chocolate he was stirring. Ambrosia's feminine diaphanous voice blessed Vincent's ears with each word that practically sang from his mouth. 

"Greetings Vincent, how did your moon bathing go?" 

"Rather well. Scarlet was there to accompany me tonight."

Vincent removed his cloak and rested the thick fabric on his arm. Out of affection, the tall man was about to lean over to plant a kiss on his husband's temple but stopped himself upon realizing that he couldn't touch Ambrosia. Vincent inwardly sighed, a bit glumly. This was going to be proven to be more difficult than Vincent had originally imagined. Alas, he wasn't going to bite back on his word to Scarlet. He decided to continue standing, visually keeping his distance from Ambrosia. 

"I'm terribly sorry for the smell. I know how much you distaste chocolate so I attempted to make them while you were gone." He flashed Vincent an apologetic smile before lowering the heat a bit on the stove. "I would have made these in my witch's den but since it's not a spell and rather food I felt it was most suited to whip them in here."  

"As you should have. Do not fret, my love. I am not bothered by it." He tipped his hat in regards to Ambrosia's worry. The dreamling seemed content making his chocolates and Vincent wasn't going to ruin that joy for him.

"These are a gift for Cosima and their marvelous performance this evening. It was a laborious one, they worked their hardest making it perfect." He tapped the pot with his spoon to remove any excess chocolate before placing it down. Sugar was added into the mixture and a few enchanted spices. "I may be busy throughout the night, I apologize in advance if I am not interactive with you." 

"That'll be fine, I have paperwork and calls to attend to in the meantime." Vincent comforted Ambrosia's worry again with a humble nod. If anything, having Ambrosia stay a distance from him would be more good done than harm. For the remaining hours of Scarlet's challenge, that is. "You take care of yourself, alright?" 

"Yes, Vincent."

"I love you."

"As do I~"

At that, the vampire twisted on his heel to egress into his office. 

-

Paperwork went evenly tonight, appropriately managed. Edgar was there to accompany him, resting obediently on his desk while he made a few calls. Some were regarding family matters and others were with potential clients. In fact, he was meeting up with a fellow client tomorrow in regards to, 'taking care' of his father. To which was going to be a quick smooth stop, just as Vincent preferred. He'd already assembled a plan and the weapons he needed, all of which were packed away in his luggage. Vincent made sure to inform Ambrosia beforehand of his temporary business trip. He'd be back home before the little dreameater knew it. Until then, Vincent was to continue his business as usual. He removed a leather glove to stroke his pet raven, the bird sweetly warbling in response. 

"You'll take care of him while I'm gone, won't you?" 

Edgar let out a gurgling croak at the sound of Vincent's voice. He knew Edgar didn't understand him verbally but he rewarded the bird's obedience with another stroke anyways. The night was still young thus Vincent assumed it would be alright to take a small break. Usually he'd spent this extra time with his husband, holding him close and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Regretfully, he wasn't allowed to do that tonight. Not for another 21 hours, no. The vampire decided to occupy himself with other beneficial things like his routine. Ambrosia, as painful as it was for Vincent, will just have to be placed to the side until further notice. Hopefully the little vixen wouldn't pull a fast one on him and seduce him stupid. That would cause quite an issue, for Vincent that is. 

With that in mind, Vincent got up from his desk and blew his candle out. He left the room directly, Edgar firmly placed on his shoulder. 

-

Vincent's routine went splendidly as if nothing was out of the ordinary. He worked out lifting weights for a good two hours before having a nice scorching hot shower. He tidied up a bit around the mansion, specifically in the library as dust adored nesting in the many shelves of the books aligned. He dusted off the little cobwebs here and there and gave the books their own individual cleaning. Ambrosia had left sometime during the night to feed on dreams so Vincent was, thankfully, left alone. He was only a few hours into 'No Femboy Friday' and yet he was already starting to feel the effects of it's byproduct. It was incredibly out of character for Vincent to be this needy for his husband’s company. He spent the majority of his time at work or on business trips, he'd been days and even weeks away from his husband. There was no excuse for him to be so touch-starved. And yet, here he was thinking about his spouse and the many kisses and cuddles they could be sharing right now. 

God, he was feeling like a fucking sap.

-

After he was satisfied with his cleaning, Vincent went off to mend to his withered flowers. 

He removed any of the fallen petals from the flowers and brushed away the tiny morsels they left behind. Vincent settled down a bit to admire the dead plants, adoring the droopy and faded blossoms along with the small bits that had dried up. With his attention stolen by the shrubs, his thoughts regarding Ambrosia were slowly drifting away. 

It was near the early morning that Vincent retreated back into his office to return further more phone calls, that and to finish up any leftover work needed to be done. Scarlet called him abruptly to remind the vampire of their challenge and to see if the big edgy bat failed so soon. To which, Vincent kindly told Scarlet to go fuck off. The pink bimbo seemed to have everything under control on his end, which was pretty much cheating since he is a femboy. Vincent was going to let him have it and give them the benefit of the doubt. The whole situation was just, preposterous and immature to begin with. 

And yet here he was, dying away from lack of affection. 

-

Upon work being finished, Vincent felt the need to enjoy some personal time for himself. He was dressed comfortably in his cottony black pajamas and warm matching socks. He wasn't going to rest the morning away, no. He decided to read a few novels in the comfort of his bed before he was back off to work; he had that business arrangement set with his client mentioned earlier. A little solace before then wouldn't be much of a problem, now would it?

Right?

When he got into the bedroom there was a problem. 

Ambrosia was there, in bed, dressed solely in a very short and see-through negligee. His eyes sultry, clearly waiting for his husband's arrival. 

Vincent knew he fucked up. 

He hesitated, knowing it was far too late to turn back around. He couldn't pretend that he didn't see his husband because the man had already made eye contact with him, obviously ready to do some not-so kid friendly stuff. Vincent's mouth ran dry and his words choked up like a dying man's last breathe. He never felt so out of character before. His body was practically just acting on it's own at this point. 

"I'm, wow." He mentally face-palmed himself at the pathetic attempt to lure himself away from that undying beauty of a diamond just ravishingly laying in bed. 

"Never seen you in a shock like this before, is my embellishment too much to process~" Ambrosia's voice was like honey to Vincent's ears. Normally in situations like this, he'd be the one to seduce Ambrosia silly. But the pacing had changed and here Vincent was, weak in the knees. His abnormal behavior must have caught on to the dreamling because he cocked a brow at Vincent's peculiar reactions. 

"Is something the matter?" 

"No, nothing is wrong.." Vincent averted his gaze away from him.

"We don't have to do anything if you're not interested."

"No! I do, it's just...I can't." 

At that, Ambrosia promptly sat up in the bed. He looked at his husband with concern, hoping the man was okay. Was he ill? Possibly wounded? His mouth opened to ask if he was alright, until Vincent held a hand up to silence him. 

"Nothing is wrong. I just, happened to wrap myself up in Scarlet's little game." He rubbed his temples in annoyance. "I can't have sex with you because of it." 

Ambrosia's expression fell from worried to disappointment to confusion all in a matter of nanoseconds. His husband was not one for games, nonetheless one that Scarlet made. He normally never wasted his valuable time on things considered 'futile' in his dictionary. The swindling man must have really convinced his husband enough to participate in this so-called game they are playing. And that alone was fairly entertaining to hear.

He was expecting a little extra fun before Vincent had to go off on that business trip. Ah well, it is what it is. Ambrosia wasn't going to force him to lose if he really so wished to win. That, however, didn't stop him from smarting out a smug remark. 

"I suppose It's like a diet, correct?" 

"More or less, yes."

"Then let my ass be the cake to your diet~" 

"Ambrosia, my love. You are not making this any easier." 

The shorter man chortled lightly at his own comment, clearly getting a kick out of teasing his dear husband. To see Vincent in a state of vulnerability like this was absolutely out of the norm and admittedly took Ambrosia by surprise. He'd much rather have Vincent all to himself but if the man was determined to win Scarlet's little game, then he'd allow him to have that pride in doing so. 

Ambrosia scooted over and patted the empty spot beside him. Thankfully the two shared a very large bed so the extra distance between them would be easier for Vincent to avoid touching Ambrosia - Though he much rather he could. - The dreamling bared a small innocent smile until it morphed into a look of pure seduction.

"You are free to settled down here, Vincent. I promise I won't touch you." A loose lock of hair twirls teasingly through his fingers. "Unless, you decide to give up on that game and have me in anyway you want. It's your choice, my love~" 

Vincent took a step back at that statement.

He inhaled deeply. 

And adjusted his clothing.

As tempting as that offer was, he was going to win this challenge and show Scarlet that he, Vincent Kuznetsov, the son of Venedikt Kuznetsov, was not going to fail such a foolish game. 

So he did as any other man should.

-

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"You fucked him, didn't you."

"More than three times."

Scarlet rolled his eyes and slumped down in his chair in shame. He frowned over at Vincent who was casually drinking Pinot Noir out of a pink wine glass. Scarlet invited the man over to his home to hear anything but that! He was expecting some juicy details about the struggle and the comedic attempts to resist sweet little Ambrosia. 

But no. Vincent just had to be a man of culture.