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Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-09 10:28:00

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armand, complete, day 14, lestat de lioncourt

Day Fourteen
Who: Armand and Lestat
Where: Their room
When: Close to midnight
What: Armand finds his brand new room, and gets a surprise
Rating? It went NC-17 for rememberances of sexual activity (Lestat and Faith). Glad I didn't check this at work!
Status? Complete

It was late now. The sun had gone down hours ago. He'd met with the girl Toph, and she had all too easy to read. For some reason, almost getting killed tends to make vampires stronger. It had been the same with him. All his gifts were there, and stronger than ever. He could hear the constant drone in the back of his head that were the thoughts of mortals. Of course, he didn't focus on it. It would drive him quite insane to do that. He just let it be, and as always, scanned only for those who might mean him harm.

Over the course of the night, he'd gotten his key, and directions to his room. His room. How arrogant was this Planet that it would think to kidnap him, to take him away from his very death, and place him in a room. Like he was a child again for real, instead of just in appearance, and the Planet was a firm parent who was telling him what was best to him. If he thought about it much more, he might slam the walls with his fists. This might make him feel better, but really, what would it accomplish?

He wandered through the halls, searching for this room. He had no idea what to expect. How humiliating to be assigned to a room like this. But he didn't have a whole let else to do, and finding this room before sunrise was better than trying to dig into the dirt to escape the sun. He'd had enough of being burned. His body was still recovering from the last time he'd done it. The blackness was mostly gone, but he was dark still. Like he was a mortal with a dark suntan.

Instinctively, he shielded his thoughts. It wasn't something he thought about anymore. Even one of the Ancient Ones would have a hard time reading his thoughts when he didn't want them to. Only when he was surprised, or if someone was very strong, could he be read without his permission. So, silently, he walked down the hallway. The first indication that he was there, the first small sounds he made, were when he inserted the key into the lock and started to turn it. He wondered what his room, the room he'd been sent to, like a child, would look like.

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lestat_00
2008-09-17 10:59 am UTC (link)

“Yes, a witch, and I have no idea why her hair is purple. She may come off a bit clumsy and odd if you ever meet her, my sweet, but don’t be fooled, she’s no rank amateur. I haven’t met any other witches personally, but there are others. I go to the café some mornings and sit, pretending to read, and I scan the minds of the patrons. That’s how I found Maxxie. There is one other witch, it seems, names Ginny…she’s younger than Tonks…and a wizard named Snape…dark fellow, I like what I’ve seen about him”.

When Armand spoke contemptuously of Faith, Lestat grinned, “Ahhh, Ignorance is bliss. Faith is no mere human, my love. These ‘slayers’ are something more…something almost supernatural themselves and as why I should want to bed ‘such a creature’…I can only offer you this…”, the blond vampire opened his mind to Armand and gave him a glimpse of the wild night he spent Faith…

With his cock fully erect again, the vampire Lestat levitated above the Slayer and then, with his eyes aglow, slowly lowered himself...then he was upon her and entered her, full and to the hilt. He kissed her passionately, bruising her lips with his enthusiasm, as he thrust himself into her repeatedly like a demon possessed.

As he was savagely pounding away at her, his back arched away from her and he opened his mouth showing a full set of very sharp, very fearsome fangs...and he emitted a terrifying feral growl. Looking down at her with glowing amber eyes and elongated fangs, he soothed, "Fear not, mon chere, the beast just shares my joy".

"Yeah, do it already. Jesus Christ, I need you to fuck me, like, now."

She eagerly spread her legs for him, and then wrapped them around him as he lay on top of her. Her hips arched up off the bed to encourage full penetration, and her kiss was just as rough, though her lips were being bruised almost to the point of bleeding. She didn't care, not in the slightest.

"Oh, fuck, Lestat.... so fucking good..."

His display only had her laughing in delight, her own eyes alight with an almost unholy pleasure. Faith, while fully aroused, was definately a bit intimidating to your average person. She had her own beast inside her, and when she was like this, she looked a lot like a sex-crazed demon, some sort of succubus.

“…This is why I would bed her and why you should too!”, Lestat laughed.

Lestat loved that Armand had a cruel streak almost as wide as his own. He laughed merrily, “That’s the spirit, Armand! That’s what a real vampire sounds like!”, he thought back to all of those times he wanted to play and Louis whined and worried about the humans they were going to kill anyway. “There are other aliens here too, mon petit chaton…one that rooms with Riddick, named Lord Vaako, who I definitely want to play with…HAHA…Lord, indeed! There are also two handsome boys I’ve seen in the minds of others, both dark-haired, one named Clark, the other, Max”. Lestat paused in thought for a moment, “If you come across any of these aliens, mon chere, drink carefully, for, I must confess…I did not drink from Riddick, I now recall…I only fucked him”.

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vagabond_child
2008-09-17 08:39 pm UTC (link)

Again, he made a soft noise, nearly purring as the other vampire played with his hair. Actually, he rather felt like a cat, satiated with warm blood as a cat might be with milk. Not that he intended to get used to this or anything. The cuddling with Lestat, he didn't fool himself that it could last forever. They'd fight, as they always did, sooner or later. But they'd come back together in the end. It was always that way. It probably always would be.

"Good, I want to be worshipped, not to worship..." He sighed and shifted his head towards Lestat, moving along his leg until his lips were against the vampire's stomach. He let them rest there, kissing him slowly, sensually, before relaxing back down again. He rolled his eyes, though, and despite Lestat's admonition, he couldn't help but mock.

"If you say so... though I'm unspeakably amused by the image of you... cooking, Lestat? You don't even eat!"

Again, the disdain came out. He had no love of mortals, having never really met one worth his time. Although, Toph... she interested him. But normally, it was the vampires, the ones he shared immortality with, that truly consumed him. And he didn't bother hiding this from Lestat.

"You know I have little use for mortals. I haven't been one for over five hundred years, and I don't love them as you do."

Almost lazily, he arched his back so his chest pressed into the caressing fingers of the blond vampire. It felt good. Vampires were such sensual creatures, and one thing he'd never understood about Louis was his insistence on avoiding such things. Oh, he'd been a passionate enough lover, of course, but there was the damn guilt afterwards, which Armand didn't share and didn't even pretend to.

He listened as Lestat spoke of those he'd met here, filing this all away for future knowledge. It never hurt to be prepared. He might run into some of these people himself... and then, he was totally and completely taken off guard by the undoubtedly delicious images Lestat was allowing him to see. His eyes narrowed, became slightly unfocused, and he even made a soft noise in the back of his throat of arousal as he glimpsed this in the other vampire's mind.

"Mercy, Lestat, please... so that's Faith. But of a... what's that word they use these days? Nymphomaniac? I can see the appeal. Did you drink from her? I wonder if the blood of one of these... Slayers, did she call herself? I wonder if it would strengthen me..."

Of course, being who he was, he was always after greater power, and was keenly interested in anything that could offer that. Tentatively, he thrust himself into Lestat's mind once more, savoring the shapes of the Slayer's body, and of Lestat's, as well. He'd never seen him like that before, it was quite something.

"I am a real vampire, which is why I sound this way... can you imagine how our Louis would be right now?" He grinned slightly at the thought, his lips once more shifting over to move over the blonde vampire's stomach, caressing it almost with his lips. "He would be horrified to hear us talking... a lord, you say? With this Riddick? Oh, interesting... you had the alien, now you want his lover as well." There wasn't even the slightest trace of disgust in his voice. If anything, he sounded approving. "I will drink from this Riddick, I think."

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