[Really, it's touching that Lestat would say that and since "returning" to Duplicity, this has settled his weary heart some. Just like the first taste of his blood back in their world had. Part of him would like to tell Lestat he wouldn't let his own mother touch him, much to Gabrielle's anger that Armand be allowed to touch her child. But Armand will not be that petty. Today.
The story Armand has is incomplete because he only knows what he saw. But he shows Lestat frantic, claiming to have escaped Hell, his eye missing and the eye socket fluttering grotesquely as it tried to fix itself. He shows how completely terrified Lestat had been as Armand and David tried to comfort him before Armand's religious obsession took over, causing him to see the veil and fly into the sun as a way of sacrificing himself for his sins.
Only shortly does he show his children, how badly he was burned, how they love him, and then his interview with David for his story. He doesn't bother to hide how he doesn't like David. Then he shows Lestat himself on a church ground, broken and in a coma, his eyes blank and open, unstaring into some void. Covered in dust. So different from how he usually is.]
I joked with David that we knew something had to be wrong if your vanity wouldn't even allow someone to dust you off. [A small joke, not one in any sort of cruelty. Right now Armand cannot imagine being mean to Lestat.]
[He watches every moment that Armand feeds to him. It is all broken because there's only one half of the story. But it does piece together some of the parts that were hard to understand. It even lets him see the children and he briefly wonders at Marius' hypocrisy about one of them.
But then he's petting Armand's hair, pressing soft kisses to where the bloody tears stain his face.]
I cannot even imagine what I could have seen that would lead me to that. I have let my vanity slip in the past but for this? Where all can see me? I wonder...
[Armand leans into Lestat's touch before softly kissing Lestat's lips.]
When I drank your blood, I saw only a glimpse of events that I knew of. Of the crucifixion, of the Virgin... I had believed you before. I knew you did not lie because you couldn't when you had been so upset.
[But that isn't the problem.]
Lestat, your Dominant. They claim to be a Devil, right? The one who hurt you also claimed to be the same. What if this is the same being? What if they are tempting you here as well?
They claim to be the Satan of Pride, yes. However, I don't believe Hatter has any intention of tempting me towards what you telling me happened in our world.
[It just doesn't appear to be their style. Likely because he doesn't fulfill whatever role they have in mind. Perhaps he should be insulted but he's really not.]
How can you be certain of that? The moment someone is nice to you, you assume they can never do any wrong to you. I swear. It drives me insane.
[But he mostly just sounds defeated.] You do realize I cannot live without you, don't you? I will kill whoever takes you from me, I'll torture them until they know even an ounce of the pain I would feel. Be them the Devil or whatever. I wouldn't care. [A little intense, Armand. But he's always been like this.]
I get the impression that they are not the one actually in charge in Hell. I haven't asked about it further but I feel it's safe to assume that much.
[Hence his belief. But now Armand is talking about torturing people for his sake and it's touching. He smiles and brushes his fingers over his cheeks again.]
You are welcome to torment anyone who brings me harm.
[Armand still isn't sure about anything Lestat is saying. It feels like a trick but he doesn't think his lover would listen. Really, Lestat was listening far more than he usually did. Armand didn't want to push his luck.
He shakes his head and leans into the touch.] I don't like that David of yours. For such an intelligent man, he's an idiot. If it wasn't for the fact he was your fledgling, I may have considered teaching him the hard lesson of not judging by appearance. Lestat, he tried to talk about how pretty I looked and was then surprised when I got irate with him. [He presses a kiss to Lestat's hand before biting one of his fingertips to suck the blood that comes from it.
His eyes meet Lestat's as his tongue swirls around the finger and he speaks telepathically:] I fed in front of him. I wasn't so pretty after that.
[Well there's an interesting turn. He chuckles softly as he watches his finger disappear into Armand's mouth. There's that sting of pain and then that wonderful tongue to lap at the blood.]
He simply cannot appreciate that you are so stunning in that moment too. Not like I can.
[He shifts his hand to drag his entire finger over that fang. It rips through the flesh easily and he lets Armand taste him even as the wound heals.]
[Armand draws as much of the blood as he can before the wound is closed up.] He liked Louis a lot but Louis just sadly sat around, waiting for you to awaken. It isn't hard to like someone who literally does nothing.
Oh, and Gabrielle was there. Of course. And she liked nobody, of course. She was especially cross at me for being allowed to touch you. [If he sounds a little smug it's because he is. But even Armand knows not to stay on the topic of his mother for long, especially because he knows how Lestat still adores her.
He wraps his arms around Lestat's waist and offers his neck.]
My point being that you have terrible taste in people. Me included. You shouldn't trust in people so easily. Stop giving away your heart as if it's unbreakable. You can be hurt and you were.
That sounds like Louis. Really it's just his typical state of being if you think about it. Beautiful in its own way but not surprising. I think David just gets lost in his tastes at times.
[But he smiles fondly at the mention of Gabrielle. Oh how he loves her and her distaste for the world.] I imagine she was. I imagine you loved that you got what she didn't too.
[Lestat dips down then, pulling Armand close as he kisses the vein first then sinks his fangs in with a sigh.] You worry too much.
[He would never get sick of the way Lestat's fangs would sink into his neck. The pain mixing with pleasure and he shuddered, that being the only reaction he gave.]
So you say and yet from where I stand, I have seen that my worries stand. I think you just like to have me worry over you. You like the attention and to know you're cared for. You really are a brat.
[Yet he doesn't sound nearly as admonishing when he's allowing Lestat to drink from him.]
[He moans softly, cradling Armand in his arms as he takes another drink from him. The blood tastes different somehow. Another life has been lived in this blood and he can feel that being pulled into him. He's having to almost concentrate more to not just drain Armand from the utter curiosity of wanting to taste every little layer.
But he won't. He doesn't want to harm him. Not tonight.]
[Sex was fun and something Armand enjoyed. That he wouldn't deny. But it was never as intimate as drinking blood from another and especially when him and Lestat drank each other's blood like this. It felt amazing in ways he could never describe and he closes his eyes, head tilted back with a moan.]
I've never been anything but for centuries. Despite better judgment. [He's teasing as he allows a small smile on his face that is more genuine than he usually allows. Lestat is being so nice that Armand feels he can allow this moment as well.]
[Lestat sighs and pulls back from his neck, running his tongue along the length of it. There's no need to heal this wound. Armand's flesh will heal itself.]
I'm hardly the same. I feel...like I know more. I don't think I'll ever truly let go of the coldness that is always inside of me but I suppose I accept its place now. My place as well.
[Perhaps it's a bit sad but it feels a lot more freeing to be able to accept these things now. He looks up to Lestat, hands on his cheeks.]
Drinking your blood, back in our world, it offered me this peace. In a way, you gave it to me. I'm sure you will take it back from me. That's your way. But for now, I love you all the more for it.
If you ever became warm then you would no longer be my Armand.
[He licks his lips then leans in to kiss his lover. His. It doesn't matter who Armand is with or where they are because in the end he will always be his. And he adores that even now.]
[These kind and warm moments between them isn't rare. They bicker more than they occur but they are still existent. But when they do kiss, Armand can only think of how much he cherishes these moments.]
I wouldn't have left even if you told me to.
[Armand starts pushing Lestat towards his bed so he can push him back onto it, straddling him.]
But for now I want to love you. [His ass pushes down against Lestat's groin, grinding.]
[Armand doesn't need much in the way of encouragement as he moves against Lestat, wanting to feel that hardness against him as the pads of his fingers softly go up against his chest before they dig into Lestat's chest going down, nails cutting open the skin. Armand licks along the red lines before they can heal almost immediately.]
You always taste the best to me. [Not that he has ever tasted many vampires in the first place. That had always been too intimate for him to do with anybody else and the people he was truly close to was such a small pool.]
[There's a hiss as he feels the nails tearing into his skin. He may be sturdy but that does still hurt like hell. In all the best ways really based on how he laughs afterwards. Licking his lips, he cocks his head to the side.]
Better than any other? [Because that is truly one of the most complimentary things he's ever heard from Armand and he wants to cherish it right now rather than mock it.]
Better than any other. Even if you did not have power in your blood, I would still thirst for your blood over anybody else's. [Armand places a kiss at his stomach and teasingly drags his fangs against the cold skin there, not breaking the skin before he moves down and undoes his pants, getting to the cock. Another kiss goes to the head before his tongue licks along the tip.]
This as well.
[Which may be a bit of an exaggeration but it's the heat of the moment. Such things are allowed. Especially when Armand takes the cock into his mouth, letting his fangs avoid the sensitive flesh as he works on taking all of it inside.
That's when Armand shows Lestat former victims of his and how one of his favorite ways to kill them was doing this. By sucking their cocks and letting their last memory be of this angelic-looking boy doing so before that angel turned into a demon, biting into the member and tearing at them before killing them.
It isn't a threat to Lestat, of course, but his eyes are on his lover as he shows him all of these memories. If anything, it will only turn him on more. He knows that much.]
[He believes him. He believes every word of it. That Armand would desire him so and find his blood and body the most pleasant. It makes him hum as those lips close around him, those fangs graze sensitive flesh. A sigh leaves him and he licks his lips.
It's then the visions of past kills fill his mind. They're so graphic, including the horror when those men realize what is happening to them. It floods his senses and makes him moan as his fingers push into that red hair.]
You dangerous little devil, you.
[He knows he's not in danger with him but just the very idea that Armand could do this to others makes his heart soar.]
[It isn't impressive being able to take all of him inside of his mouth when you have no need to breathe. Gag reflexes aren't a thing but he still does so. It's not about being impressive and about having as much of Lestat as possible. He sends image after image of what he did to those men, his head bobbing as he pleasures him with his mouth.]
You're lucky I love your cock so much or maybe you would be in danger.
[His teeth graze once more against his cock as he sucks on it. Overdramatic really but as much as Armand mocks Lestat for his tendencies he isn't much better. But at least he makes a pretty sight with his lips wrapped around the length.]
You biting my cock would only turn me on more. I think you avoid doing so to torment me.
[He hisses softly, pushing his fingers through that hair to make sure not a single strand is in the way of what he sees. Lestat wants to remember every moment of this, including how that nose brushes against pale curls at the base of his dick.]
What if I were to tear it off? So enthralled with it...
[An empty threat but as his head moves up, tilts so he can bite into it how Lestat wants him to. Armand keeps his eyes trained on Lestat as he does, teeth roughly staying clenched to drink.
And then, just for show, when he lets go and a droplet of blood trickles down; his tongue follows as the wound quickly heals.]
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The story Armand has is incomplete because he only knows what he saw. But he shows Lestat frantic, claiming to have escaped Hell, his eye missing and the eye socket fluttering grotesquely as it tried to fix itself. He shows how completely terrified Lestat had been as Armand and David tried to comfort him before Armand's religious obsession took over, causing him to see the veil and fly into the sun as a way of sacrificing himself for his sins.
Only shortly does he show his children, how badly he was burned, how they love him, and then his interview with David for his story. He doesn't bother to hide how he doesn't like David. Then he shows Lestat himself on a church ground, broken and in a coma, his eyes blank and open, unstaring into some void. Covered in dust. So different from how he usually is.]
I joked with David that we knew something had to be wrong if your vanity wouldn't even allow someone to dust you off. [A small joke, not one in any sort of cruelty. Right now Armand cannot imagine being mean to Lestat.]
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But then he's petting Armand's hair, pressing soft kisses to where the bloody tears stain his face.]
I cannot even imagine what I could have seen that would lead me to that. I have let my vanity slip in the past but for this? Where all can see me? I wonder...
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When I drank your blood, I saw only a glimpse of events that I knew of. Of the crucifixion, of the Virgin... I had believed you before. I knew you did not lie because you couldn't when you had been so upset.
[But that isn't the problem.]
Lestat, your Dominant. They claim to be a Devil, right? The one who hurt you also claimed to be the same. What if this is the same being? What if they are tempting you here as well?
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[It just doesn't appear to be their style. Likely because he doesn't fulfill whatever role they have in mind. Perhaps he should be insulted but he's really not.]
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[But he mostly just sounds defeated.] You do realize I cannot live without you, don't you? I will kill whoever takes you from me, I'll torture them until they know even an ounce of the pain I would feel. Be them the Devil or whatever. I wouldn't care.
[A little intense, Armand. But he's always been like this.]
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[Hence his belief. But now Armand is talking about torturing people for his sake and it's touching. He smiles and brushes his fingers over his cheeks again.]
You are welcome to torment anyone who brings me harm.
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He shakes his head and leans into the touch.] I don't like that David of yours. For such an intelligent man, he's an idiot. If it wasn't for the fact he was your fledgling, I may have considered teaching him the hard lesson of not judging by appearance. Lestat, he tried to talk about how pretty I looked and was then surprised when I got irate with him. [He presses a kiss to Lestat's hand before biting one of his fingertips to suck the blood that comes from it.
His eyes meet Lestat's as his tongue swirls around the finger and he speaks telepathically:] I fed in front of him. I wasn't so pretty after that.
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He simply cannot appreciate that you are so stunning in that moment too. Not like I can.
[He shifts his hand to drag his entire finger over that fang. It rips through the flesh easily and he lets Armand taste him even as the wound heals.]
He can find others to admire.
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Oh, and Gabrielle was there. Of course. And she liked nobody, of course. She was especially cross at me for being allowed to touch you. [If he sounds a little smug it's because he is. But even Armand knows not to stay on the topic of his mother for long, especially because he knows how Lestat still adores her.
He wraps his arms around Lestat's waist and offers his neck.]
My point being that you have terrible taste in people. Me included. You shouldn't trust in people so easily. Stop giving away your heart as if it's unbreakable. You can be hurt and you were.
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[But he smiles fondly at the mention of Gabrielle. Oh how he loves her and her distaste for the world.] I imagine she was. I imagine you loved that you got what she didn't too.
[Lestat dips down then, pulling Armand close as he kisses the vein first then sinks his fangs in with a sigh.] You worry too much.
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So you say and yet from where I stand, I have seen that my worries stand. I think you just like to have me worry over you. You like the attention and to know you're cared for. You really are a brat.
[Yet he doesn't sound nearly as admonishing when he's allowing Lestat to drink from him.]
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[He moans softly, cradling Armand in his arms as he takes another drink from him. The blood tastes different somehow. Another life has been lived in this blood and he can feel that being pulled into him. He's having to almost concentrate more to not just drain Armand from the utter curiosity of wanting to taste every little layer.
But he won't. He doesn't want to harm him. Not tonight.]
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I've never been anything but for centuries. Despite better judgment. [He's teasing as he allows a small smile on his face that is more genuine than he usually allows. Lestat is being so nice that Armand feels he can allow this moment as well.]
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[Lestat sighs and pulls back from his neck, running his tongue along the length of it. There's no need to heal this wound. Armand's flesh will heal itself.]
You taste so different.
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[Perhaps it's a bit sad but it feels a lot more freeing to be able to accept these things now. He looks up to Lestat, hands on his cheeks.]
Drinking your blood, back in our world, it offered me this peace. In a way, you gave it to me. I'm sure you will take it back from me. That's your way. But for now, I love you all the more for it.
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[He licks his lips then leans in to kiss his lover. His. It doesn't matter who Armand is with or where they are because in the end he will always be his. And he adores that even now.]
You should sleep here when morning comes.
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I wouldn't have left even if you told me to.
[Armand starts pushing Lestat towards his bed so he can push him back onto it, straddling him.]
But for now I want to love you. [His ass pushes down against Lestat's groin, grinding.]
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Well, I won't deny you that.
[He runs his hands up his legs, admiring how beautiful he looks on top of him.]
Love me.
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You always taste the best to me. [Not that he has ever tasted many vampires in the first place. That had always been too intimate for him to do with anybody else and the people he was truly close to was such a small pool.]
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Better than any other? [Because that is truly one of the most complimentary things he's ever heard from Armand and he wants to cherish it right now rather than mock it.]
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This as well.
[Which may be a bit of an exaggeration but it's the heat of the moment. Such things are allowed. Especially when Armand takes the cock into his mouth, letting his fangs avoid the sensitive flesh as he works on taking all of it inside.
That's when Armand shows Lestat former victims of his and how one of his favorite ways to kill them was doing this. By sucking their cocks and letting their last memory be of this angelic-looking boy doing so before that angel turned into a demon, biting into the member and tearing at them before killing them.
It isn't a threat to Lestat, of course, but his eyes are on his lover as he shows him all of these memories. If anything, it will only turn him on more. He knows that much.]
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It's then the visions of past kills fill his mind. They're so graphic, including the horror when those men realize what is happening to them. It floods his senses and makes him moan as his fingers push into that red hair.]
You dangerous little devil, you.
[He knows he's not in danger with him but just the very idea that Armand could do this to others makes his heart soar.]
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You're lucky I love your cock so much or maybe you would be in danger.
[His teeth graze once more against his cock as he sucks on it. Overdramatic really but as much as Armand mocks Lestat for his tendencies he isn't much better. But at least he makes a pretty sight with his lips wrapped around the length.]
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[He hisses softly, pushing his fingers through that hair to make sure not a single strand is in the way of what he sees. Lestat wants to remember every moment of this, including how that nose brushes against pale curls at the base of his dick.]
You know you're tempted.
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[An empty threat but as his head moves up, tilts so he can bite into it how Lestat wants him to. Armand keeps his eyes trained on Lestat as he does, teeth roughly staying clenched to drink.
And then, just for show, when he lets go and a droplet of blood trickles down; his tongue follows as the wound quickly heals.]
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