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Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-10-31 11:09:00

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armand, complete, day 21, lestat de lioncourt

Day Twenty One
Who: Armand and Lestat
What: Time for the kidnapper to be rescued
When: Day 21, Early evening
Where: The mountains, where Lestat went to ground
Rating: At least R just cause it's Lestat and Armand.
Status Incomplete

Lestat hadn't come back this morning. This wasn't a big deal. Armand was busy basking in the glow that had come with nearly draining the Doctor and the alien boy Max, and in truth, he hadn't noticed until recently that the other vampire who shared this room wasn't around. It had been days though, he'd realized this evening as he'd come up out of the place where he hid from the daylight. The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he got. Lestat was a wanderer, true, but surely he would come home eventually?

Also, a couple of days ago, through the link that all vampires shared, at least those who had neither created nor been created by the other one, he'd sensed something. He had paid no attention to it at the time, being too drunk on the blood of the aliens, and the bonding that had happened, but now that he had mostly sobered up, he was worried. Yes, he could admit it. He really was fond of the Brat Prince, though he spent half his time trying to act like he wasn't.

Still, as he came out of hiding, he spend a couple of minutes preening in front of the mirror. His skin had become even more pearly white, luminescent, since drinking the powerful blood. He could feel that he was stronger, too, and he snarled playfully at his reflection in the mirror. Because he felt the urge to, he cut off most of his shoulder length hair, leaving it short, boyish, and tousled. Sure, it was a little vain to be worried about his appearance when he was also worried about the Vampire Lestat, but it was just how he was.

Finally, all was ready. It was early, yet, with the sun still casting reddish shadows into the darkening sky. A mark of how worried he was, that he had awoken so early. As he left the building, he opened his mind. The strength of his powers nearly exhilerated him, but for once, he focused. Blonde hair, rakish smile, blue eyes... the Brat Prince himself. Now that he was open to it, he got such a strong sense of him, and pain, that he had no trouble tracking him down. It was hard, though, to keep himself from getting really angry. Who had hurt his Lestat like this?

Finally, he reached the spot where the sense of Lestat was the strongest, and started digging. People called him an angel, and had since he was a mere mortal, and today he was living up to his name. He would rescue Lestat, though he wasn't too worried about the reasons for why. He wanted to, he cared for him. Those two things were enough.

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lestat_00
2008-11-03 11:53 am UTC (link)

He lay there, the immortal Lestat de Lioncourt, probably the most powerful vampire on Earth, by way of Akasha’s blood…laid low by a stupid mistake…entombed in rock, far below the surface of the planet. Why did I not reason that the celestial bitch’s blood would poison me? I am smart enough to know that a star is a sun!. His heightened senses could feel, smell and hear all of the things that crawl and turn beneath the soil. I was drunk on Vaako’s alien blood. That’s it! That must be it!. Lestat felt satisfied with that discovery in his half sleep.

Now he would begin plans for his revenge…and he had plenty of time to make those plans the most terrifying punishments known to man. He would… Armand? … he had thought that he’d heard Armand. Lestat reasoned it must be the poisoned blood and the pain from his ravaged body. So, back to his vengeance…he would take away all of their senses and entomb them in their own bodies! If he didn’t hurt so badly, he would have laughed with glee. First their eyes and… Armand? Yes…they hurt me!

The Vampire Lestat knew he wasn’t imagining things now…he could feel his dear Armand moving closer and closer…his beautiful angel was searching for him. He felt such a bond with the slender, blond vampire at this moment…they were two of a kind…hunters, predators, but taking care of each other…Vampires! Louis would never search for him. With what little reserves he had, he sent out, I’m here, Armand, below ground…deep below. I’ve been badly injured. Watch your back, mon chere. He could feel Armand directly above him now…he was digging. Lestat smiled through his pain, My angel.

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vagabond_child
2008-11-05 11:18 am UTC (link)

The angelic vampire frowned as he picked up some of Lestat's thoughts. Something about a star? He drank the blood of a star? And Vaako... a man that was somehow connected with Riddick, he seemed to know that much. Riddick who intruiged him just from images he'd gotten from Lestat's mind. Riddick whom he would certainly be tracking down, and probably much sooner now that a slow anger was burning inside of him. No one messed with Lestat, except him. It was the way things worked and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Yes, Lestat, I am here. The other thoughts had been hazy, almost, because they weren't focused to him. This, however, was, and he had absolutely no trouble picking them up. I'm here, and don't worry, dear one. You won't be hurt for long, I promise you... Not that big rescues were normally Armand's thing. Really, it was Marius who normally did such things, and sometimes Lestat himself. However, he figured he could probably figure it out without too much difficulty.

I'm coming. Don't worry about me... I could take on the whole world right now. Alright, so he was still slightly drunk on the blood of the alien boy and the Doctor. Slightly euphoric, but it was how he felt... so anyone around could bring it on, but he was going to rescue Lestat. No, of course, Louis would preach at you about how you got into this mess yourself, and how you should cherish your pain as a way of reminding you about... well, whatever it is he's on about this week. He loved Louis, he really did, but he could be quite annoying sometimes.

The digging, though, was taking too long. Far, far too long. Armand didn't have the patience for it. So he stood back, jumping easily out of the hole he'd made, and concentrated. Time to see what the extent of his new power was... He held out his hands, collecting energy there, and then flung it toward the hole. Large chunks of earth detached themselves and were dumped onto the ground. In seconds, the boyish vampire could peer down into the hole and see that he'd reached the bedrock. Lower then? With a shrug, he hopped down into the hole and started peeling away the rock as if it were clay. He had to be more careful here, so that he didn't injure the vampire further while trying to rescue him.

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lestat_00
2008-11-06 05:44 pm UTC (link)

Armand would find him soon. Lestat was beside himself with glee and the thoughts of beginning his revenge even earlier than planned. He picked up thoughts of an alien boy and a Doctor that had empowered Armand. This was indeed interesting…especially the brief glimpse he caught of the one named…Max, so young and pretty.

You’re getting closer, mon chere!, Lestat encouraged his angel as he dug into the earth.

I could take on the whole world right now, Armand boldly exclaimed.

‘Mon Dieu’, Lestat thought, ‘my glorious, copper-haired angel is going to be impossible to live with after this…I think his ego may even grow larger than mine!”.

If Lestat could laugh, he would. Armand knew Louis well. Ah yes, and Louis would pass by every now and then and tell me how it’s good that I am trapped down here, so that I have time to think about the error of my ways, but not you, dear one…for we are of a kind…vampires who don’t apologize for what we are.

The Brat Prince paused…the digging had stopped. He waited, wondering what was happening. Surely, Armand hadn’t given up? Then he sensed great power, huge amounts of soil were being moved telekinetically…Lestat was impressed.

Though the slender, boyish vampire landed atop the bedrock as gently as a cat, Lestat could feel his presence as if a herd of elephants had dropped on top of him. Careful, beloved, I am but 3 ½ - 4 feet into the rock!, he warned, excited to see his angel and end this constant pain he was feeling.

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vagabond_child
2008-11-07 10:56 am UTC (link)

It was probably a good thing all around that Armand was too busy freeing his friend to pick up on the random, stray thoughts of the other vampire. Like any child, Armand was quick to anger, and the whole issue of Max was a bit new to him to be poked at just yet. After all his lectures about the inferiority of the mortals to Lestat only a short time ago, well, he likely wouldn't have reacted well.

The encouragement, though, he easily picked up on. After all, it was directed at him. Also Lestat's summary of how Louis would react. Having spent many years drifting through time with the dark-haired Louis, he had quite a good understanding of him. Louis will always hate himself, and all of us, far more than he could love us. That's his tragedy. He snorted slightly, well able to imagine Louis doing just that. He doesn't understand that creatures like you and I will never change, because we like what we are. So much drama, my God...

The warning was a good thing, because despite his new power, he hadn't learned how to focus it yet and he might very well have hurt the other vampire if he went digging down without knowing that. I will free you soon, and then whoever did this to you will pay... Which was, perhaps, an odd sentiment for someone who spent so much time trying to outdo the blond vampire, but Armand was complex. Pretty much all vampires were, but the age which he'd been taken, and his relative maturity level at the time, made him even more changable than most.

Gracefully, the vampire knelt and touched the rock. With his strength, it was no problem to dig his fingers into the hard rock as if it were undried clay and scoop chunks of it away. For the first couple of feet, he was careful, but still managed to make great progress. In seconds, he was about two and a half feet into the rock. From there, it slowed down, but five minutes later, he was delighted to unearth a hand. But so burned... Oh, my love... someone will pay... While he thought this, he gradually, and very gently, brushed the rest of the rock off his Lestat, so injured...

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lestat_00
2008-11-10 09:27 am UTC (link)

Oh, my love…someone will pay…

How Lestat loved Armand, even while he contested with him over this and that, they understood each other and were of the same cloth. Ah, it will be glorious when he is well again to stand by his side and make the mortals of this God-forsaken planet shiver in their beds, he mused.

Air. The air touched his hand and it was both painful and sweet…his lovely angel had reached him. More and more of the rock was lifted from him now until he was completely unearthed. He lay there broken, like a marionette in it’s box. “Bonjour, Armand. It was so kind of you to drop in”, he smiled at his pun. “I wish I could look upon your angelic beauty, but alas, my enemies have blinded me”.

He raised his head and tried to brush the dirt and rock from his hair and face, “I must be a fright”, he felt for his clothing and found it was mostly gone, along with great amounts of skin, “Bastards! That was an expensive suit! I bought it in Milan!”, he winced in pain from his shattered ribs as he pushed himself into a sitting position. “I am afraid, Mon chere, that you will have to carry me out of here, for they have broken both of my legs as well, and…”, he paused and grabbed at his temples, “…foul whore stop tormenting me!”.

After a few minutes, Lestat brushed his hair back and held his face up towards where he supposed Armand was standing, “My apologies, the witch’s blood is like liquid sunfire in my body, my love”. He held his arms up, “Let’s make haste from this grave, shall we?”.

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vagabond_child
2008-11-10 03:33 pm UTC (link)

Chances were good that in a short time, they would be butting heads over something or other once more. Armand understood this, but right now, he felt like there was an unbreakable bond between Lestat and himself, and like nothing would ever truly part them. The Planet had tried, even it hadn't been successful. No matter how many times they fought, he and Lestat would come back together. It was inevitable, or so it seemed to him as he gradually unearthed the other vampire.

Anger filled him once more, and his features distorted into an expression like a child who has just been told they aren't allowed to play with a new toy. His eyes were filled with rage as he looked down at the other vampire, normally so beautiful, but now broken. He knelt down and very, very gently gathered Lestat into his arms, having no problems with carrying him despite the difference in their sizes.

"They will pay for doing this to you..." Not that he was entirely clear on who 'they' were, but he could figure that out later. "For the suit, for your broken body, for everything. You can depend on it." He stood up, trying to move carefully so that he didn't cause the other vampire pain. Tears filled his eyes at Lestat's condition, tinting his vision red with the blood that made up the fluid. Some of the things Lestat said, Armand didn't understand. Who was this whore he refered to? This witch? Well, it would wait until later.

"Come on, love, hold tight to me. I'll take care of you..." He bit his lower lip, the offer he was about to make was very unlike him. Until Daniel, he'd never allowed anyone else to taste his blood, though he had tracked down and hunted many others, both vampire and human, to feast on. But what else could he do? Without his help, Lestat would take much longer to heal... but he could make it nearly instant.

"While we leave this place..." He tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. The offer was clear, and he was sure that Lesat could read it in his mind, as well. "Drink, and be better." He closed his eyes tightly, wondering if this would hurt, and as he waited to see if Lestat would take him up on his offer, he bounded in one great leap out of the earth and headed toward their shared room.

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lestat_00
2008-11-12 01:12 pm UTC (link)

Armand’s voice was like a beacon of hope in a sea of overwhelming pain and despair; Lestat turned his face towards the sound of his angel’s voice, his blind eyes staring blankly to the left of Armand’s face. He smiled, though even that hurt, when he heard Armand promise that the ones who did this will pay.

“You fill me with such pride, Armand”…his head lowered a bit, “…and such love, mon chere”.

Lestat hated having to be carried like a child, but it was a necessity…one more thing the foul Furyan and his Lord and lover would pay for, not to mention that poisonous star. The very best the Brat Prince could do was bite his lip and try not to show any pain on his face…he was an aristocrat and an immortal and it would be extremely unseemly to worry Armand anymore than he already had.

When the copper-haired vampire offered his very blood to Lestat, he was overcome with emotion, Mon Dieu! I am not worthy of this. What has gotten into the boy?. Lestat was taken aback by the generosity of so grand a gift.

Moving through the air, the vampire Lestat felt Armand’s silken, coppery tresses on his face as he nuzzled into his sweet angel’s neck…and placed a gentle kiss upon it, “I shall never forget the offering you have made here today, my love, but I cannot be so greedy”. He rested his head against Armand’s shoulder, “There is blood enough back in our suite to heal me. I shall gorge myself and then sleep the sleep of the dead until I am fully well”.

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vagabond_child
2008-11-14 07:34 pm UTC (link)

Lestat never talked to him like this. Never. In fact, Armand would be surprised to hear Lestat talk like that to anyone, much less the angelic vampire who had once tried to kill him, for no other reason than that he was envious of him. Of course, Armand wasn't big on telling people things like that, either, and he'd been doing just that, so perhaps it was only fair that they both act this way. He found himself smiling. Sure, it would likely all end with them fighting soon enough, but for now, he was happy.

"How could I not come rescue Lestat de Lioncourt?" His voice was gently teasing as he carried the other vampire toward the room. "And, anyway, what would a world without you be like? What would I do for entertainment? It would be a sad world." And, to be honest with himself, he was only half kidding. When Lestat had been taken, the earth had kept on spinning... but it hadn't been nearly as entertaining a place to be. "So boring..."

He walked in silence for awhile after his gift had been rejected. It was surprising, to him, how he felt about the whole thing. The offer had been made with a little uncertainty, since he'd only given his blood to one person in the entire time since he'd been turned. And, of course, Daniel had turned away from him as soon as Armand had given him the Dark Gift. He should have been relieved, and yet...

"Don't be foolish..." But his tone was gentle as he opened the door to their room with his mind and carried Lestat inside. "You'll be gone for days, perhaps months, if you wait to heal." He shook his head and sat down on the floor, looking stubborn, with Lestat still in his lap. "No. I won't let..." Suddenly, savagely, he raised his wrist to his sharp teeth and ripped open a vein. Immediately, blood flowed, and he thrust his wrist forcibly into Lestat's helpless mouth.

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lestat_00
2008-11-17 09:02 pm UTC (link)

"How could I not come rescue Lestat de Lioncourt?" Lestat smiled when he heard Armand say his name so reverently. "And, anyway, what would a world without you be like? What would I do for entertainment? It would be a sad world. So boring..." Now the broken vampire chuckled, though it caused him to choke a bit, “Oh, my angel, you flatter me! I’m sure the world did just fine without me…well…maybe it was a bit more boring”, he teased.

Patting Armand’s chest, he rested his head again on the smaller vampire’s shoulder, “You know, Armand, you sound like you love me almost as much as I love me!”, he joked, to lighten the mood. Just after his joke, a spasm shot through him…the poisoned blood still tormented him…his body contracted. He tried to hold himself still and make no noise…it would be over soon and he didn’t want to cause his angel more trouble than he already had.

Lestat sighed audibly when they landed on the ground and started walking. “Ahhhhh, our sanctuary”, he purred, feeling they had crossed into their suite. He was beginning to feel content, but something was wrong…Armand was upset that he had refused to drink from him? He felt wild, passionate feeling coming from Armand, “Wha…guuuurg”…rich, thick blood poured down Lestat’s throat. His beloved angel was forcing him to drink…and this blood was heavy with power, mostly Armand’s own, but laced with that of others, strange blood, alien blood…powerful in it’s own way. His body fairly hummed as the blood distributed itself through his veins, overwhelming the poison, healing his damaged cells…he could feel himself knit back together, his legs, his ribs, he felt his skin recovering his body and his eyesight returned…it was a miracle! It should not have worked so fast! Maybe it was the mixture of bloods. Maybe it was something about one of the aliens, “MON DIEU, ARMAND!”, he exclaimed, “How is it I am healed so quickly?”. Lestat hugged Armand and gushed, “I love you, sweet child, and I will repay this kindness! You will see!!”

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vagabond_child
2008-11-18 06:04 pm UTC (link)

Armand sat comfortably on the floor, cradling the wounded vampire in his lap affectionately, like a child with a pet that had been hit by a car or something of the sort. "Certainly more boring..." He raised his free hand to tangle on Lestat's hair, knowing he would cause him pain, but only for a moment until his blood kicked in.

He waited, his bleeding wrist pressed to Lestat's mouth, feeling weak, dizzy, in a way he never did. The feeling started off quite minor, and he was still able to laugh and joke as he normally did. "Well, I suppose so. After all, you come second to myself in my own heart..." Or was it a joke? Armand wasn't sure. But it was all getting worse as more of his blood left the wound in his wrist and flowed into Lestat's mouth.

The alien boy Max, the Doctor, and his own 500 year old blood all worked together to make a potent mixture. As more of it flowed from his small body into Lestat's, he felt more dizzy, more ill. His hand that had been in Lestat's hair fell limply to the ground, but he kept his wrist there until he saw Lestat's eyes tracking his face, knew that he could see him. Then, he smiled weakly and let his wrist fall, as well. It healed quickly. "Just keep being yourself, my darling, and I will count it as payment enough."

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lestat_00
2008-11-19 05:59 pm UTC (link)

He was practically naked in the tattered remains of his clothes, but Lestat was never one to be modest…he stood and stretched his arms wide and laughed, “I feel like I could take a bite out of this entire planet, Armand!”. He ran his hands through his hair and tore the remains of the shirt and jacket from his upper body. Then he looked down at his beautiful savior, “Oh, my angel!”. He ran to the blood storage box and retrieved several packets, returning quickly to Armand. “Here, mon chere, not as rich as what you gave me, but if we kept feeding from each other’s veins, we’d never get anywhere, eh?”, he stroked the auburn locks lovingly, “Your gift of love is something I will never forget, Armand”, he purred, kissing the boyish vampire on the cheek and forehead.

Lestat sat in the floor across from Armand and rested his chin on his arms, which were crossed over his knees; he was watching Armand, adoringly. He knew they would probably be knocking heads within days, but there would always be an underlying bond. He couldn’t wait until they were ready to loose themselves on the ones who dared to stand against him. His eyes twinkled evilly in anticipation of his revenge.

“Drink up, angel. Drink up and we shall rest”, he smiled, “…and after we have rested, the Immortals shall play!”

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vagabond_child
2008-11-20 07:00 pm UTC (link)

For a long time, the young-looking vampire simply sat there, feeling a little sick. He'd made Daniel, of course, but other than that, he hadn't lost so much blood in such a long time. Really, not since he'd been turned by Marius, and he'd been poisoned then anyway. He'd hardly been in a position to notice much about the process. He didn't even notice Lestat really, anymore, which was saying something. After all, the other vampire was very attractive, and nearly naked. Something that should have been quite interesting to look at.

However, when the familiar scent of blood met his sensitive nose, he looked up. he was drawn to it, and was on his feet in less than a second, drained or not. Hungrily, he grabbed the packets of blood and drained it quickly. A second soon followed, and soon enough the boyish vampire was feeling nearly like himself again. He smiled at Lestat, felt the warmth of the fluid coursing through his veins. Yes, that was more like it... and somehow, it was all worth it, simply to see the Brat Prince walking around again, just like new.

He was still a little weak, but he would recover. "I really do need to stop doing these things. First I get burned by the sun, now this." He smiled, though, to take any sting out of the words. "Who knows what will happen next. Maybe your Riddick and his precious Lord will be after me..." He frowned thoughtfully. He had to admit, he still intended to go after Riddick, only now, it wasn't just curiousity. He would make him pay for what he'd done. But that was for later...

Right at the moment, he found himself far too interested in Lestat's state of dress. "Your clothing, my love..." He reached out and tugged at one of the remaining rags, which fell to pieces in his hands. "We really should get you out of these burned things... He wandered closer and looked up at the other vampire, hands working on Lestat's muscled chest to clear away the last of the tattered remnants of what had once been a very nice suit. "I can help."

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lestat_00
2008-11-25 11:24 am UTC (link)

His own burned, shattered body seemed to be a thing of the distant past as he watched Armand replenish himself from the packets of blood. His concern was only for the boyish, angelic vampire with the fiery hair…he reached out and touched that hair, so soft and silken to the touch. Lestat smiled, Armand had cut his hair into a short, stylish cut…it suited him. Color and warmth flowed back into his angel’s cheeks and he could not help but brush his fingertips across one, “Mon chere, is it possible that you get more beautiful as time passes?”.

Lestat felt quite strange and out of sorts. He, for the briefest of moments, had known concern only for another and forgotten himself completely…completely! Gratitude…it must be gratitude for Armand saving my life!, he reasoned, not wanting to think he had actually had a genuine selfless feeling. He looked at Armand and smiled…they were alike…they were vampires…true vampires.

"Who knows what will happen next. Maybe your Riddick and his precious Lord will be after me...". These words broke Lestat from his reverie. Knitting his brows, the blond vampire, growled, “Those pathetic oafs shall not dare touch one precious hair on your head, Armand! The only reason their attack was successful was because I was poisoned by the star’s blood and they attacked me from behind”, he grasped Armand’s shoulder, “Do not fear men who would attack a crippled enemy from behind”. His eyes gleamed and his smile grew wicked, “Oh how they will pay”.

When Armand pulled a strip of his silk shirt away from his body, Lestat paused and remained motionless, wondering where this may lead and worried that he may break the spell. Then his beautiful angel said, We really should get you out of these burned things..., and started running his hands over Lestat’s chest. The Brat Prince purred deeply like a jungle cat, caressing Armand’s perfect porcelain face and slender neck. “You’ve had quite a trying day yourself, dear heart”, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of Armand’s shirt and slid his hand inside to lightly fondle his smooth, lightly muscled chest, “Perhaps a nice hot shower would be nice for both of us?”.

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vagabond_child
2008-11-25 05:37 pm UTC (link)

Being a fairly vain creature, he knew that he was attractive. It had gotten him through his life very well, up until the point that he'd been poisoned by the jealous lover that he'd spurned. It was undoubtedly what had drawn Marius to him in the first place, and it had certainly been part of what had made the older blonde vampire make him in the first place. Still, coming from Lestat, the words seemed to have a bit more weight behind them, and he found himself foolishly delighted. "Oh, but we are both beautiful devils, you know..." He tilted his head to the side and allowed Lestat to caress his cheek, making soft noises of contentment the entire time.

Armand's fingers, after clearing away the remains of the suit, moved up to run through Lestat's beautifully soft blond hair. It was so strange with them, he thought. They were fighting, competing, and then Armand had risked everything to save Lestat's life. Why on earth would he have done something like that? But it was what it was, and he hadn't thought about it much at the time. No real reason to start now.

The way Lestat spoke, though, with so much passion, send an unfamiliar little thrill through Armand's body. He flung himself and the newly-rejuvanated vampire and wrapped his arms around him, clinging tightly to his chill flesh. For awhile, he couldn't say anything, just hold onto him. Then, he raised his head and looked up at him with shining eyes. "You don't need to worry. If anything, the idiots should worry about me. And the two of us together, well, they should probably be quite worried. I hope they enjoy pain, and a great deal of it."

Lestat really was making the most interesting noises, and Armand found himself quite enthralled. His slender, short body swayed with pleasure as the blond vampire touched him. That idea of his sounded quite good, and he was starting to wonder just where it would go. It shouldn't be a secret to Lestat that Armand found him very attractive. "I think we should, as they say in modern times, make this happen."

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lestat_00
2008-11-28 11:44 am UTC (link)

How long had it been since someone made him feel like Armand was making him feel? How sad that he couldn’t remember. Had Louis ever made him feel this way? He adored Louis and lusted after him, oh yes, and the conquering of that exquisite body was delicious…but he never seemed to budge Louis soul in the least. Ah, but here was Armand, just as wicked and arrogant and pompous as Lestat himself; the Brat Prince removed Armand’s shirt and ran his hands across his shoulders and down over his chest, “I feel almost sacreligious, mon chere”, he reached to caress a pink cheek, “I am disrobing and fondling a very Angel stepped out of the Heavens…”, his hand trailed down from Armand’s cheek, over his chest and flat abdomen to cup his covered crotch, “…but, who better to commit such wicked blasphemy than the Vampire Lestat?”.

Right now, Lestat couldn’t think of anyone he desired more than this slender, fiery-haired, boyish vampire. When Armand clung to him, Lestat wrapped his arms around the slender back and hugged him just as fiercely. He stroked the smaller vampire’s soft, shortened hair and kissed his slender neck. “This entire planet will fear us now that we are well and together, mon chere”.

Releasing himself from Armand’s arms, Lestat made his way to the bath and turned on the shower. The shower was a large one that could easily hold ten people, if needs be, and had shower heads in various positions all along the three walls. The entire front of the shower was glass. “I started the shower so it would be good and hot for us when we entered”, he purred as he returned, “Now, what I would die again to see, my lovely angel, is to watch you strip out of those pants for me”.

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vagabond_child
2008-11-29 11:53 am UTC (link)

Armand, hardly displeased by the comparison, laughed delightedly and nodded. "Oh, but if anyone were to perform such sacrilige, and on top of that, make the angel like it, you would be that one." He nodded firmly, and then gasped and arched his hips toward the teasing, fondling hand of the other vampire. The rush of erotic feeling he got was instant and quite overwhelming, and he had no shame in letting Lestat know it.

His legs entwined with Lestat's as they stood there together, his hips moving slightly against those of the other vampire. It was very clear how this all was affecting him, simply by the bulge in his pants. "Oh, yes, but we are a force to be reckoned with... I can't wait, you know. I really can't." A smile found his lips as he imagined it, and imagined in particular the pain he would inflict on those who had hurt Lestat.

He wasn't pleased when Lestat left, but he was soon back and he could smell the water from the shower. It would be ready when they were ready, but he had something else on his mind just at the moment. "As you wish, of course." With an almost innocent smile, the vampire Armand stepped away from Lestat and brought his hand to the buckle of his belt. Soon enough, it was undone and his pants were being lowered to pool at his feet. "Oh, but this is very unfair, my love." He kicked out of his last article of clothing. "You still have those horrid burned pants on. Take them off for me?"

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lestat_00
2008-12-01 04:54 pm UTC (link)

Lestat wasn’t sure if it was his near escape from final death, Armand’s touching loyalty to him or the rich alien blood he had ingested, but he had never felt like this…he’d had thousands of erotic interludes, but watching his beloved angel lower his pants had his every nerve ending electrified. Armand’s body was slender and boyish, the fine muscles covered in skin that resembled the finest porcelain…his manhood was beautiful, just like the rest of his body.

At his companion’s insistence, Lestat reached down and slid his ruined pants to the ground; he was fully erect, surely assisted by the amount of powerful blood taken from his precious Armand. Walking forward, he looked into Armand’s eyes, they sparkled magically and Lestat was thoroughly enchanted by the boy vampire. The Brat Prince pulled his beloved close and whispered sweet nothings to him first in French and then in his native Ukrainian as he stroked his hair and kissed his way from lips to ear to neck…gently, but insistently he thrust his hips against Armand’s, feeling like he just couldn’t get close enough to the beautiful boy.

With a raised eyebrow and his trademark crooked smile, Lestat pulled back and purred, “Come with me, gorgeous!”…he took Armand’s hand and lead him to the shower, stepping in, he pulled the beautiful vampire after him, “Now let’s see if sugar melts!”.

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vagabond_child
2008-12-02 06:58 pm UTC (link)

Armand knew that, if he was a mortal, his heart would be beating a mile a minute and his breathing would be hard and fast. He wasn't, he was a vampire, and his heart only beat after hunting and feeding. He breathed only to talk. But that didn't change the fact that he was having a very hard time remembering the last time he'd been this excited, this aroused. He'd been with many men, and many women, but never anyone like Lestat.

The truth was, he'd always had a bit of a crush on the arrogant younger vampire. Probably why he'd tried to kill him. Love was a confusing thing. But this was much better, he was thinking, being naked with him, and simply being with him. The love that shone in Lestat's gorgeous eyes was more intoxicating than any wine could ever be. He realized with a sense of amusement that he was looking at Lestat with an attitude very close to hero worship, but he couldn't seem to stop it. Hell, though, Lestat's ego was well known. He doubted that the other vampire would mind his worship at all. Lestat's words held him spellbound, and he was only able to murmur out a few endearments of his own here and there, his English, French, and Ukrainian all equally broken with emotion.

When he was swept away to the bathroom, he didn't even consider fighting. There would be none of that. He stepped into the water, shivering in delight as the warmth spilled over his cool, pale skin. With Lestat's hand still firmly in his, he tugged him in as well and pulled him closer so they were under the spray of water together. "You know, I think I may just like this better than fighting with you..." He flashed him a smile and then stood on his tiptoes so he could press a kiss to the other vampire's full lips.

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