[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.]
[Lestat hisses and pulls on that beautiful red hair. However, he doesn't pull him off of him. He savors the pain and enjoys it as it washes over him. As Armand feeds on the blood straight from his erect cock.
When he pulls off of him, he yanks him up to kiss him deeply, ready to taste his own blood on that tongue.]
You are a wicked and cruel beast. Stunning in every way.
[Armand kisses him back with as much vigor, happily taking in the compliment as he moves his tongue just so Lestat can taste himself much more better. He grinds himself against his lover so he can feel how aroused he is.]
It sounds like you're just trying to get me into bed and I am already here.
[He suddenly flips them around so he can pin Armand down. Apparently he's eager to have his way now. After all, patience really is not something that Lestat is known for. Or has ever been known for.
[He laughs into the kiss, actually happy for once, and the sound real. Authentic. As miserable as it is here, as much as he is saddened to be away from his children; he's happy to have this moment with Lestat. Even if they'll surely be fighting again and his hatred for the other man will overflow.
Love always seems to win out when it comes to Lestat.]
[The laughter is like music. It delights him as he grinds his hips down against Armand's. Not that his lover needs help getting hard. He clearly doesn't. But that doesn't mean they won't both enjoy the sensation their heightened senses get from it.]
[Armand won't complain about having any moment that he can with his lover. The delighted moan shows how much he likes it as his nails dig into skin on his back, breaking and tearing at it.]
Lestat, I want you more than I've wanted any other. Fuck me.
[He doesn't want to wait. To offer preparation or anything like that. He wants inside of his lover who he know can handle this. Who will heal so quickly none of it will matter. Besides, everything about them is intense so why not this too?
Hissing as the skin of his back his torn, he parts those beautiful legs to wrap them around him. Catching his mouth with his own, he kisses him deeply as he pushes his way inside that stunning body.]
[Nothing surprises him when it comes to Lestat. This is not the first time that Lestat has fucked him with nothing else. The pain is still there even if he quickly heals and he screams into the kiss.]
Curse you, Lestat...
[But he is pressing him closer, trying to take more of Lestat's cock inside of him.]
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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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When he pulls off of him, he yanks him up to kiss him deeply, ready to taste his own blood on that tongue.]
You are a wicked and cruel beast. Stunning in every way.
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It sounds like you're just trying to get me into bed and I am already here.
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[He suddenly flips them around so he can pin Armand down. Apparently he's eager to have his way now. After all, patience really is not something that Lestat is known for. Or has ever been known for.
Well, not most of the time anyway.]
Is it working?
[Please. They both know the answer to that.]
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Love always seems to win out when it comes to Lestat.]
You know it always does.
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I do. But I so love when you tell me.
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Lestat, I want you more than I've wanted any other. Fuck me.
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[He doesn't want to wait. To offer preparation or anything like that. He wants inside of his lover who he know can handle this. Who will heal so quickly none of it will matter. Besides, everything about them is intense so why not this too?
Hissing as the skin of his back his torn, he parts those beautiful legs to wrap them around him. Catching his mouth with his own, he kisses him deeply as he pushes his way inside that stunning body.]
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Curse you, Lestat...
[But he is pressing him closer, trying to take more of Lestat's cock inside of him.]
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