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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
2008-12-01 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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