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Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-21 14:25:00

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armand, complete, day seven, schuldig

Who: Armand and Schuldig
When: Day Seven, dusk
What: No more avoiding each other
Where: Their room
Rating: Armand. Schu. Rated R, at least.
Status: Complete

Armand was lost deep within himself, and had been since the sun had risen earlier that day. Not that Schuldig would really be able to testify to that, since the redheaded telepath and the vampire had pretty much been pretending that the other didn't exist since the nastiness the other night/early morning. That was one of the many things Armand thought about, dreamed about, as he sleep through the daylight hours. What had happened? He still wasn't entirely sure he understood, and he'd been already falling asleep when it had happened.

All he knew was that he'd felt Schu slap him, and though it had hurt exquisitely, he had been too far gone to respond. And then, he'd awoken in his coffin, not in Schuldig's bed. And he could sense anger in the room, knew that his lover was mad at him. He wasn't stupid, he could figure that it had something to do with Juniper, but he was damned if he could understand it beyond that. It worried him, upset him, and made him furious all at the same time.

His thoughts were troubled, and he found himself rising earlier than usual. Usually, night would have to fall fully before his eyes would open. This time, however, the colors of sunset were still in the sky, though the sun itself had set a few minutes ago. He stirred, reached up, and effortlessly pushed the lid of his coffin aside. Before he even sat up, he knew Schuldig was in the room. He could feel his thoughts.

As he rose, he ran his fingers through his hair. It always irritated him, and he normally cut it off, but each night it would grow again the length it had been when he died. So it reached past his shoulders now with gentle curls. Well, he could deal with that in a second. He had scissors in the bathroom. There were more important things to deal with first. He sought out, and found, Schuldig, looking straight it him.

"You aren't getting away tonight, you know. I insist that we have this out." He sounded like a petulant, damanding, spoiled brat, and really, he was.

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sweetlikehoney
2009-04-23 07:45 am UTC (link)

Schuldig closed his eyes. He couldn't really say he hadn't expected that. But it didn't mean he wasn't annoyed by it. His voice was tight, his teeth clenched. As much as he was awed by Armand, he really was a childish brat sometimes. "If you don't want me hurt, it's a little late." If that came out as nasty, it was meant to. "I saw what Faith wrote. I can deal with anything I need to." It was better than being here.

But he knew that Armand wouldn't let him go until they spoke. The reference to Marcus hitting him made his anger stronger, but it didn't seperate. Instead, it just added to what was already there, making him even more pissed off with Armand for something that wasn't his fault. "Fuck, angel. How much of an idiot are you?" Had he not thought, at all, when he'd went to drink from the other telepath?

"You fed on...her again." Without realizing it, he did the exact same thing as Armand, and refused to speak her name. "You knew how jealous that makes me, and you still did it. Why?" And then, he'd had the nerve to just murmur it fondly, like it was nothing abnormal or upsetting. Like he didn't know what he was doing to his lover.

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vagabond_child
2009-04-23 11:57 am UTC (link)

The vampire recoiled, but quickly brought himself back under control. This was no time for hurt feelings. Or, rather, no time to induldge the hurt feelings he inevitably had. He really, really didn't like it when Schuldig said the woman's name. "I don't care what she experienced, you can't handle it. Good god, you're just a telepath, not even a slayer like she is, and certainly not a vampire. How can you even think you can handle... and she said she went through with someone else!"

Despite his distress, it sent a little thrill through him when Schuldig called him 'angel'. He smiled briefly, and then went back to gazing up into the human's brilliant blue eyes. "Hurt you? And what do you mean, idiot? If you mean that I'm an idiot for ever giving my heart to a human, than yes, I think I agree with you there!" Yeah, he could do the pouting thing pretty well, apparently.

But when Schuldig spoke, the lightbulb went on over Armand's head. Right. Juniper. And, honestly? He couldn't really say he was surprised. Or that he hadn't had at least an idea that it would upset Schuldig when he did it. Sighing softly, he let his fingers fall from the redhead's arm and stepped away too look out the window. The light was fading from the sky, but it was still enough to make his still-healing skin sting.

"I see. So, because of her, you'll leave me? I can't say I'm surprised." His voice was surprisingly calm, but with obvious undertones of bitterness.

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sweetlikehoney
2009-04-25 02:35 am UTC (link)

Armand really had a knack for saying the wrongs things at the wrong times, didn't he? First, questioning Schu's capability of doing the Labyrinth alone (which might not have angered him as much if he wasn't already feeling vulnerable and dependant upon his lover), and then, suggesting that he was outright leaving. It was too much. The telepath snapped.

When Armand stepped away, Schu reached out to catch his wrist, pulling it behind the vampire's back and shoving him face forward into the wall. It was a flash, and Armand would have no warning - his thoughts were still blocked. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep the vampire there if he didn't want to be held. But it would at least cause him pain, and get his attention for a moment.

"Listen to me, because I'm only going to say this once. I'm not fucking leaving you. Ever. You can give up on the guilt tripping bullshit. I know what you've been through and I refuse to do that to you. I'm an asshole, but I don't intentionally fuck with people I care about. If you're so keen on hurting me and trying to make me hate you, maybe you should be the one leaving. And the next time I find out about you not being able to keep your goddamn fangs in your motherfucking mouth, the next time that I hear that you've given that bitch the pleasure that you deny me, I will find a way to hurt you, physically, emotionally, or mentally, and I will kick you out of my life until you decide on who you really want, if that's what it takes. I will not be screwed around with. Do you understand?" his voice a low growl, and he pulled the arm back painfully once more for good measure.

It already made him feel better, inflicting such on the person that had hurt him, finally communicating the anger that had built up these past few days. It was part of why he only used violence when he felt truly wronged - he took too much pleasure out of it. But Armand deserved this, as far as the telepath was concerned, if he deserved any of Schuldig's attention. And those thoughts, he let the vampire hear. His jaw clenched, he stepped back from his lover, blue eyes burning with intense anger. "Now. If you're going to apologize, I suggest you do it now. Otherwise, I'm done here."

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vagabond_child
2009-04-25 03:20 am UTC (link)

Of course, there was no way in hell that Schuldig could have caught him as easily as he did, not if Armand had been paying attention. But the truth was, he had two bad habits that seemed contradictory. He both under- and overestimated his lover. Sometimes, he forgot that he wasn't a vampire, to be completely honest. And sometimes, he thought of him as nothing but a mortal. This time, it was the latter, and he found himself in the completely unexpected and somewhat degrading position of being pinned against a wall by a mortal.

He didn't have to stay where he was. He could have easily broken free, and also broken his lovers arm. It would have been a simple thing to do. But instead, he stayed very still, rested his head against the wall, and just allowed the pain to sweep through him. There was no risk of injury. It would be about as easy for Schuldig to break a marble statue apart than to really seriously hurt him. And... there was something compelling about being restrained like this. He could feel the telepath's anger washing over him, could feel the desire to hurt. In a very real way, Armand had the desire to be hurt, so he stayed where he was and allowed himself to be manhandled.

It hurt. He pictured the pain as equisite bursts of color, and yes, he enjoyed it in some odd way. He could feel the warmth of his lover against his back, could feel his skin reacting to that heat. Schuldig's voice was roughened with anger, and his growls sent puffs of air ghosting over his ear. It was all very distracting, but he forced himself to concentrate on the humans wods. "What did you think I was, my love? A beautiful boy with fangs? No. I am a vampire. It's what I do..." But why Juniper, if not to get the reaction that he had? He hesitated, unsure of himself. It hadn't occured to him before to question it, so he hadn't. Now, he was.

As Schuldig stepped away from him, the vampire rallied, collected his thoughts. "I did not make it good for the Ranger, you know. Him, I won't apologize for. I wanted information, I took it from him in the simplest way I could. But he didn't enjoy it." He turned slowly around, his back against the wall, his eyes wary as he looked at the human. Finally, he sighed softly. "Juniper is a different story. I'm sorry for... I just wanted to see if you loved me..." His voice broke at the end, sounding pitiful. Tears rose in his eyes, turning the world red, he looked at Schuldig for a long, intense moment before moving quickly, too quickly for a mortal to track, over to his lover. He threaded his fingers through Schuldig's gorgeous, soft hair, tilted his head gently and completely irrestistably to the side, and bared his fang teeth. "You did ask for this, I hope you realize."

Before the human had a chance to respond, the vampire tilted his head to the side, leaned in, and his fangs broke the sensitive skin of the human's neck easily.

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sweetlikehoney
2009-04-25 05:38 am UTC (link)

At the mention of the Ranger, Schuldig shook his head. He wasn't angry about that one at all. "I don't care about..." The apology was enough. He couldn't be angry at the vampire for long. But Armand had said it. Love. "You..." He couldn't. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, NO. He wasn't in love. Was he? How could he tell? Did Armand think he was? Was Armand in love with him?

It was all happening too quickly, though, and he found his hair in his lover's hands, earning a soft gasp, and then his neck was being bared, and he shivered, arching it further in invitation. He'd wanted a distraction, and here it was. The fangs broke into his neck, and he moaned at the exquisite pain, and the relief of finally feeling wanted again. His hands found Armand's shoulders and he closed his eyes as he surrendered to the sensations.

He was completely open now, any shields that had been up gone. All the pain and guilt, fear and denial, affection and want, need, and yes, love, were open there for Armand to have. Schuldig, meanwhile, focused on nothing but the pleasure, wanting to just forget, for a little while. He didn't even use the opportunity to see deep into Armand's mind, he just smiled at the fact that he was in his arms again.

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vagabond_child
2009-04-25 11:27 pm UTC (link)

Armand felt the confusion of the telepath, but he didn't understand it. In his world, among those that he knew, at least, there were two sorts. One was like Gabrielle or Pandora, coldly beautiful and aloof, or one was like Armand, Lestat, or Louis, passionate, intense, completely willing to admit to love after a very short time. Schuldig, it seemed, didn't fit into either catagory. This confused him, and he often didn't react very quickly when he was confused.

And anyway, he was distracted. The question of love could wait for later. It wasn't like his feelings for Schuldig were ever going anywhere, after all. He could afford to wait. It had been several days, not without blood, but without Schuldig's blood in particular. He'd almost forgotten how much like a drug it was, how it filled him with strange power that he'd never experienced before, how strong it was. He drank deeply, and only pulled away when he knew he would stand a good chance of killing his lover if he let himself keep going.

This time, along with the waves of pleasure, he had sent his emotions as well. The love, desire, possessiveness, all mixed up together. No fear, just a sort of wonder that it had finally happened to him, he'd finally done what most other vampires seemed to do early on and fallen in love with a mortal. He could feel all the things that Schuldig was thinking, feeling, and it made him gasp softly and pull away from the embrace to look into his lovers gorgeous blue eyes.

"Aren... I..." He shook his head. "No, I shouldn't call you that, I know this, and I know why..." For the same reason he didn't want to be called Amadeo, of course. But he knew he would probably forget again. But it wasn't long before he was rushing forward once more, letting his tongue press against the wounds that were still bleeding lightly, not sucking, though it was a test of his willpower. "I do, you know, you must know that. I do, with everything in me."

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sweetlikehoney
2009-05-01 04:07 am UTC (link)

A quiet sob of pleasure left Schuldig at the emotions and sensations that washed through him as Armand fed from him, an act that was erotic in itself, even without the added telepathy, and mind blowing with. He held his lover close, and then, when Armand stopped, he almost whimpered in disappointment, somewhat addicted already.

He opened his mouth to protest to the use of 'Aren', but blinked and smiled in surprise when Armand corrected himself. "Angel." His breath caught mid word when the vampire's tongue pressed against the fresh wounds, and he started to pull Armand in the direction of the bed. "I know you do. I know."

Threading his hand into Armand's soft, dark hair, he lifted his lover's head to face him and gaze into his eyes again. He had meant to say something, but simply the look that he gave said everything he needed to. It spoke of desperation and hunger and always that underlying confusion and self doubt. It mirrored the emotions that Armand had shown him.

But before he could help himself, he pressed his lips firmly against Armand's in a deep, passionate kiss, and pushed him back on to the bed that they had then reached. The telepath decided not to communicate his emotion mentally or with looks or words, but with touch, and to lose and exhaust himself in the process.

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vagabond_child
2009-05-01 11:57 am UTC (link)

It was only the thought that he was inevitably going to kill his lover if he drank again that kept him from doing just that. It had been a long time since he'd felt this out of control. Before this, he had taken a little from many people in one night, by preference, and sometimes he'd killed, sometimes he hadn't. It was all the same. But Schuldig's blood tasted so sweet, so strong, that it would be all too easy to lose himself completely and drain him.

But that, he wouldn't do. So, with his body shaking, he pulled away. He could still taste his lover on his tongue, but could not, would not, linger on that. So he just smiled up into his lover's face, cupped his face in his hands. And went along more than willingly as Schuldig pulled him towards the bed, though, of course, he could fight it. But why would he want to?

He fell onto the bed, returning the look that Schuldig gave him, just as intense. Schuldig had been trying to communicate something that was hard for him, and Armand sensed that, and nodded just slightly, as if to say 'It's okay, I hear you, I understand, it's perfectly alright'. He smiled slightly. For now, he didn't need the words, either mental or verbal. For now, this was more than enough, more than he could have ever expected to have.

From his position on the bed, he was in a great place to tangle his legs in Schuldig's, which he did. Tugging sharply on their joined limbs, he pulled the redhead down onto the bed, on top of him, and then wound his arms around him. Desperate now, he returned the kiss, so fiercely, and he knew that Schuldig would be able to taste his own blood in Armand's mouth. The idea powerfully excited him, though he had no idea why.

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