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Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-14 19:11:00

Entry tags:

armand, arrival, complete, day three, schuldig

Who: Armand and Schuldig
When: Day Three, early evening
What: The Vagabond Angel Child of Satan wanders into the Underground
Where: Near the entrance to the Labyrinth
Rating: NC-17, clearly.
Status: Complete

It was all too much. The small televangelist who had somehow gotten a hold of the icon held it up, and Armand saw the very face of Jesus blasted into the fibers. Dora, her name was, but he didn't really care about that. She could have been anyone. The veil was the important thing. Just a simple piece of white fabric, but the face of the savior... Nothing he had made in his mortal life was anything compared to what the woman held in her tiny hands.

Of course it would have had to be him, the Brat Prince Lestat himself, who had gone down into hell itself. He'd brought the Veil from the very grasp of Satan. Armand couldn't stop staring at it. His mind slipped back more than five hundred years to when he'd been the one creating religious imagary. He could smell the paint. And then, to see that his best work was thrown in the mud when he was kidnapped, and he had failed. He hadn't protected the icon. He had allowed holiness to become tainted. In a real way, he would never forgive himself.

This one, though, was a million times more precious. A real relic. Not made by human hands. So many had said that about his work, but it had been him all along. This one was the real thing. The sun was going to rise soon. Any sane Vampire would be safely inside by now. But though Armand felt the drowsiness of the coming day, he didn't seek a resting place. Instead, he stood where he was, on the steps of a church, and waited. Amadeo, he'd been called. Beloved of God. He would become that again.

It had been so long since he'd felt like this, that there was anything in the world worth sacrificing himself for. So long since he was last filled with this religious feeling, this faith, this hope. It was overwhelming. But it left no doubt to him what must happen. He was evil, the Veil was good. Therefore, to sacrifice himself to the power of the icon, that would be a good thing. It was the only tribute he had left to give, his immortal life. He would give it gladly, with no regrets.

His eyes hurt. The sun was starting to lighten the sky, though it hadn't made its appearance yet. It wouldn't be long. He looked to the East, waiting. Others pulled at him, told him to stop, but he pushed them away. Soon enough, they had to go into their resting places themselves, and left him alone. Only mortals would see him die. But, since it was to them that the world belonged, maybe that was fitting.

As the sun crested the hills and sent it's first rays shooting to the steps of the church where the vampire stood, he saw his first sunrise in over 500 years. How nice, that he would die in beauty. His skin started to smoke, and the pain shooting through him was unendurable. But he did endure it, and even somehow remained on his feet. The only unbearable thing was that nothing was unbearable. He was going to die, nothing could prevent it now. His pain would be a tribute to the holy relic.

Something was wrong, though. Flames should have been shooting out of his skin by now. He'd been so sure his death would be quick. But the minutes passed, and he just smoked, blackened, but didn't burst into flames. His wild mind, crazed by the warm, early-morning sun, remembered the story of Those Who Must Be Kept. Put into the sun for a whole day, and they survived. He wasn't going to die. He was too old. The Blood was too strong in him. He had made his sacrifice, but God, it seemed, did not want him yet.

He fell onto his knees, screaming in denial. He'd come here to die! His sacrifice had been rejected. But not by everyone, it seemed. Maybe the sun didn't want him, but someone did. A burst of golden light shot out of the sky, illuminating the vampire, and when it lifted, he was gone. To a mortal watching, it would have just seemed another miracle. They had been quite common since the Veil had been brought to earth.

Armand, however, nearly passed out. An unusual thing for a vampire to do, but he wasn't fully himself from the sun. The light, he was sure, was God's wrath shining down to kill him after all. So when he found himself deposited onto soft grass, his skin still smoldering and blackened, he was shocked. Was this hell? It really didn't look like hell. And it couldn't be heaven, not when he was in so much pain. There were walls nearby, but the air here didn't taste the same as on earth.

He'd landed on his knees, but fell over onto his side. The sky was darkening here, it had barely set and it's rays still stung him. It was nothing compared to the mass of pain he was in. He had walked through fire, and survived. Why? So many questions, and all he could do was lie on his side. Tears came to his eyes, but he blinked them back. He didn't have the energy to cry, as much as he might want to. So instead, he tried to focus his mind, tried to make himself think. Surely he could figure this all out, despite the pain, despite his body being burned a pure charcoal black, if only he could make his brain operate.

Where was he? Where had his sacrifice taken him? Who had rescued him? Why? He needed the healing blood, and yet, all he could do was lie where he was, on his side, still smoking, and in pain. So much pain. When he was approached, he didn't even notice at first.

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vagabond_child
2009-03-17 09:01 pm UTC (link)

Armand found that he was luxuriating in this sensation. For so long, he only chose vampires as lovers. Daniel had changed that, of course, but the boy had left him and Armand would rather not think of him. So it was so new, in a way, to feel the heat of the other. To feel the blood, hear it pumpking just beneath the surface, and to know that he could take it any time. And, as well, to know that Schuldig knew all these things, too, and was still letting him do this.

The teeth always stayed just barely short of drawing blood, though it was close. It didn't help that Schuldig was arching toward him, almost teasing him. And he was so warm... though Armand was warmer than usual, too. Usually, he would feel like marble, but now he was filled with blood, darkened by the sun, and could almost pass for human. But Schuldig was still warmer than him, and he attached himself to that warmth and sucked it up greedily.

Perhaps he should have been paying more attention in Schuldig's mind, and not losing himself in the desires for blood and sex that so often go together in vampires. If he had been, surely he would have been more prepared for what was coming. But as it was, the waves of pleasure and arousal swept over him, took over his mind, and melded with his own desire until it was impossible to tell who was feeling what anymore.

He wasn't a passive recipient of this for very long, though. A smirk touched his full lips, and he continued to work his way down the pale, smooth body of the human. He kept it fairly neutral until he was crouching between his legs, and then his hand rose to hover just a tiny bit above Schuldig's erection. For a long moment, he stayed where he was, just looking up at the human. Then suddenly, he lunged his head down and took Schuldig's entire length into his mouth. At the same time, he lashed back with the power of his mind, no longer just letting Schuldig's waves of arousal wash over him. Now, he fed it straight back to him, causing a feedback loop. He began to move his head, his teeth hard against the sensitive flesh but not hurting it, not quite.

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sweetlikehoney
2009-03-19 06:30 pm UTC (link)

Schuldig, he would admit, had never had sex with another telepath. That was what he was luxuriating in. The thoughts of the other about him, and about his own thoughts, and the connection that created, were entirely new to him, and this became even more apparent when Armand started to send it back and create an endless loop, Schu feeding his feelings to Armand and Armand feeding the combination of those back, in a erotic game of sensual inflation. It was amazing and overwhelming.

Of course, this was only heightened by the tight tension that came when Armand met his eyes, vibrant blue meeting vibrant blue, and then finally sunk down, warm, wet heat encompassing him, and deadly fangs adding that little edge of danger. Everything intensified then, and Schuldig clenched his hands in the sheets and arched up with a moan that sounded very close to Armand's name.

Panting, the telepath let himself move into Armand's welcoming mouth, drowning in the delicious pleasure. But he needed more. He needed to be inside the vampire, to take him, and that need was communicated mentally, as the only words he could form at the moment were curses and Armand's name. It came in an abstract feeling through their connection, almost an image, almost a sensation, but the meaning would be clear.

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vagabond_child
2009-03-19 10:12 pm UTC (link)

Had anything ever felt this good? If so, he couldn't remember it. Even the feeding wasn't so amazing as this, though it was close. And usually sex was a rather pale shadow of such things. This, however, perhaps because of how the pleasure was cycling out of control, was the most intense experience he could remember having. And he knew very well that Schuldig was having the same experience, and that only made it that much more incredible.

He kept it up, kept the loop going and increasing, as his full lips slid over the sensitive skin of the human's erection. It was becoming more and more difficult not to just bite down, not to take the blood he still wanted. But, then, he'd already taken a fair bit from the human, and he didn't know how much more he could take without seriously hurting him. So, showing more restaint than he had in several decades, really, if not longer, he held off.

But suddenly, the thoughts going through their linked minds changed. At first, he wasn't sure who started it. Had he begun thinking of increasing their intimacy, or had Schuldig? But in the end, he decided, it didn't even matter. It was nice to be lost on this wave of sensation. But gradually the desire was growing in him to do just as the images in his mind suggested, and he nodded and let the human slip out of his mouth.

"Yes. Let's." His agreement was total, and he searched around with his mind until he found where the bottle of lube was. With a quick mental command, it came flying to his hand, and he gave it to Schuldig.

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sweetlikehoney
2009-03-22 11:19 pm UTC (link)

If Armand had decided to bite down then, they would have had a problem. At this point, Schu would have been more than willing to let the other feed off of him, but there were certain things that were not to be bitten, and that was one of them.

However, at the moment, the telepath was far too concerned with the rising sensations kept him from thinking about such things, being nervous, or even really caring about anything other than the pleasure and passionate need. He was completely, and perhaps foolishly, trusting.

Schuldig grinned, breathless with pleasure, and took the bottle. His other hand thread tightly into Armand's hair and pulled him up for a deep, rough kiss, while he moved the other into his lap. Curiosity took over as he poured lube over his fingers, and he moved his lips to Armand's neck. He knew he was, at the same time, baring his own neck to the vampire, which was dangerous enough as it were, considering Armand had already attacked him once, but he found he didn't care as much as he really should.

As soon as he slid two fingers inside the other, he bit down hard on the tanned fleshed, hard enough to make a prominent mark, that, on a human, would likely last at least a week. It was an action of both claiming and revenge, and which he meant by it was hard to tell.

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vagabond_child
2009-03-23 12:59 am UTC (link)

It wouldn't be at all fair to say that Armand wasn't tempted. In point of fact, he was probably more tempted than he had been by anything else in his entire life. The blood of the telepath was strong in him, much as a drug would run through the veins of an addict, and there was so much more so close. Normally, he would have done it without so much as a second thought. The reason he wouldn't was far too clear to him. He already felt love for this mortal.

So it was because of that that he opened his mouth instead of biting down, and raised himself up so that he was looking into brilliant, blue eyes. A slight smile was on his full lips, though he watched with an intense interest as Schuldig took the bottle of lube. The kiss they shared was deep and intense, and Armand willingly moved into the redheads lap.

His face was flushed with pleasure, and he looked so completely human with his sun-darkened skin and colored cheeks. No one would have thought he was what he was, until he opened his mouth. When the kiss broke, he did just that, smiling in a open-lipped fashion that showed his tiny, sharp and cruel fangs. As Schuldig leaned over, Armand allowed him to do it. He read the intention of the other in his mind, and didn't mind it at all.

Unable to help himself, his own head lowered until his teeth were pressed against the redhead's neck. He rested there for a long time, very thoughtful somehow despite the fact that he was being penetrated by Schuldig's fingers, and bitten hard enough to cause some fairly signficant pain. However, he'd always had a bit of a thing for that, and it only made everything that much more intense. The pain was a wash of brilliant, beautiful color, and he loved every second of it.

He didn't bite down, in the end. Instead, he allowed one of his fangs to just barely nick the redhead's skin so just a drop or two of blood flowed. His tongue flickered in, licking up the crimson droplets as the vampire moaned in his exquisite combination of pleasure and pain.

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sweetlikehoney
2009-03-24 01:20 am UTC (link)

Schuldig grinned, pleased at the pain he caused just as much as he was pleased by the pleasure he produced. He showed no hesitancy in letting Armand taste, and now, when he wasn't panicked or afraid, it was extremely erotic, and it showed, in Schu's mind at least, that Armand had control, and he could trust in that.

He moved his fingers, at first slowly and then picking up his pace, scissoring and stretching while making sure to hit the spot that he knew would send shocks through Armand's body. The entire time, he considered what had happened when Armand fed from him. There had been pain, yes, but barely anything compared to what he'd gone through in his many years as an assassin.

Then, there was pleasure, and erotic images. Practically mind sex, really, when he returned it. The wounds had healed quickly, and he'd felt slightly lightheaded for a moment, but he hadn't taken enough to make much of a dent. Again, it was barely anything compared to what he'd survived before.

He sucked and licked soothingly at the bite, knowing it would heal again as soon as Armand got more blood anyway. Which, he decided then as he slid his fingers out and positioned Armand over him, he would get now. He waited for Armand to slide down on him, moaning and hissing at the tight heat, and then tilted his head invitingly, baring his neck even further. Mentally, he brought Armand's attention to the slide of his long red hair over the skin of his shoulders, sensual and appetizing. "Go ahead."

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vagabond_child
2009-03-24 02:15 am UTC (link)

The little scratch was only enough to enflame the vampire's senses, to make him want more like some kind of drug. If he'd been mortal more recently, he certainly would have thought of that. As it was, he just knew that he wanted the blood in the veins of the telepath more than he'd ever wanted anything before.

Of course, it didn't exactly hurt that Schuldig currently had his fingers shoved deep inside him. Pain, pleasure, it all mixed together. Any small injuries that occured healed instantly, and all that was left was the sensation. It was incredibly beautiful, and he cried out over and over again. Sometimes he managed Schuldig's name, sometimes he only got little sounds out.

As he was penetrated, he gasped and then called out "Aren..." In a tone that was almost heartbreaking in it's passion and-- commitment, really. Though he didn't think of it in just those trms, not quite. But he wasn't quite himself as Schuldig offered him his neck. Although it probably wouldn't have changed what happened, even if he had been.

Wicked little fangs flashed and broke skin, even as Armand's body opened to Schuldig and accepted him in. It was an odd duality, really, that he could be so animalistic and still feel so oddly emotional about the whole thing. Once more, the blood of the telepath filled his mouth, and he drank it down eagerly as he began to move, encouraging Schuldig to shift inside him. It hurt, yes, but so gloriously and he loved every second of it.

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sweetlikehoney
2009-03-24 03:59 pm UTC (link)

Schuldig gave a sharp gasp, almost a whimper, really, and his arms enclosed around Armand, pulling their bodies flush against each other. Whether it was a reaction to hearing his name so sweetly cried, his true name, and with such emotion, or whether it was a reaction to the pain from being bitten, it was hard to tell.

He began to move up into Armand, moaning at the pleasure he was receiving from seemingly all directions. The tight heat and friction around him, their two bodies, Armand's warmed from the sun and blood and his warmed from the passion, moving together, these, even when they seemed all the more intense with Armand, for reasons he couldn't understand passed knowing that there was far more emotion and connection than he'd ever experienced, he was used to.

And then, the images and sensations started up again, and Schu started the loop again, and soon he was lost, crying out and then biting down on Armand's shoulder to try and muffle the sounds he made. He couldn't decide whether to focus on the physical or the mental, and so he did both, feeling the movement of their bodies just as intensely as Armand's pleasure from drinking from him, from the loop of euphoria, and from being fucked, with abandon. It became less himself and Armand and more them, one combined unity, locked together in hopeless ecstasy.

He wasn't going to last long, at this rate. It was too powerful and too intense. He couldn't remember when exactly he started murmuring Armand's name, intermittent with swearing, but he did, sometimes a moan, sometimes a cry, and sometimes almost a sob, more and more desperate and urgent as time went on. "I can't..."

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vagabond_child
2009-03-24 07:46 pm UTC (link)

It was all a big, confused blur, but in the best way possible. By the end, he had no idea where he ended and Schuldig started. It all seemed to mesh together, his teeth penetrating the redhead's neck, even as he was, in turn, penetrated. If it wasn't the most incredible experience of his life, it was way up there.

The mental aspect was what made it so different, he supposed. This was a human, who had all the qualities of a human, plus he was a telepath. Games that could only be played with mortals could be played with Schuldig. Games that could only be played with telepaths could be played with Schuldig. So, in the end, the whole package was compelling... not that Armand was thinking on anything near that coherent a level.

He couldn't speak out loud, but then, he didn't need to. His mental voice was available, though somewhat blurred with passion. Wordlessly, he let the other telepath know that, yes, he knew that Schuldig was close, and that he was close too, so that was more than okay. Words could have made it awkward, but this was graceful, almost.

The sheen of blood sweat had broken out over Armand's face, making him look flushed with the reddish liquid. Without warning, he thrust his fingers into Schuldig's mouth, making him taste the blood that was coming from his pores, wanting to share this in some way. And then, with his fingers in Schuldig's mouth, Armand came to his climax. The waves of pleasure swept through them both through their connection, and the vampire almost forgot himself in it.

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sweetlikehoney
2009-03-29 06:32 pm UTC (link)

The way that pain and pleasure and blood and sex all mixed together with vampires was amazing to Schuldig, and it seemed Armand was helping him bring out a part of him that really, really liked it. So much was new and that he barely thought about what else the vampire might do, but he definitely wasn't expecting fingers in his mouth, and the taste of sweet and salty blood, or to find it so damn erotic.

And then, the was the rush of pleasure from the other, and Armand tightened around him, and he was gone, giving a muffled cry around Armand's fingers as he came, his own orgasm rushing through their connection and adding to Armand's.

The intensity was overwhelming, and when Schuldig finally came down from his high, he was panting deeply, his head falling back to rest on the wall behind him. The exhaustion from being fed on twice, the adrenaline from fighting off a vampire, and intense, passionate sex that was not only physically, but mentally taxing, had finally set in.

"Mmm, sleep, love." He sat up one more time, kissing Armand surprisingly sweetly, in a way that he would not have if he was fully conscious, before rolling them over and only managing to curl up with Armand, pull up the blankets, and then fall asleep.

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vagabond_child
2009-03-29 07:40 pm UTC (link)

Oh, right. Humans and the sleep thing. It was, of course, still the middle of the night. Armand was nearly useless during the day, but didn't need to sleep at night. Which meant he had all sorts of time, now, while Schuldig slept, to go explore. He still hadn't fully processed what was going on here, and now would be a good time to look around and see what was what.

Only, he found that the last kiss that Schuldig had placed on his lips seemed to linger, and though it would have been very easy to break out of the human's grip, he didn't seem to really want to. He rose up enough to look down into his sleeping lovers face and tuck some of that long hair behind an ear affectionately.

The realization swept over him quite suddenly, and he shook his head slightly. "No, that's Lestat's thing, not mine..." But it was still true, he realized. And so soon. He sighed and settled back down, nuzzling his head against Schuldig's chest and just lying against him. He didn't sleep, of course, but simply just studied what he was feeling.

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