And then what?

“ I know you did, Lestat.“ Armand answered simply enough, because he knew just how lovesick and yet hurt by Louis that he was. That sad smile had lingered on Lestat’s face, but Armand couldn’t help but tilt his head against the fingers that brushed his cheek for a moment. All he could truly offer was support, and the more they spent time together, the more they could both open up.

If only Lestat knew of how terrible much of their time together was. But Armand did not speak of it, and frankly did not want to remember times where Louis had practically been rough with him, even if he might have even wanted it. He did not want to remember the times he’d felt his own trauma resurface. They had manipulated each other in their own ways. No, all these things he kept locked away deep in his mind where none could see. And even if he voiced it, Lestat probably wouldn’t have believed it all anyway. Well definitely the lying part. But even in their tumultuous relationship, even Armand had found a type of toxic love with Louis. There had been good times, but after the trial, their relationship was based on several lies. It made what happened in 73 look like child’s play.

Hell, he’d been so angry and broken that he’d tortured Daniel for days on end. It was no wonder the whole thing came crashing down, and again, almost like a broken record, he’d made Daniel suffer for it. Well. He’d wanted to break him. Sometimes, like the younger creature he was, he liked to see things broken.

But now he lifted his hands to grasp the fingers at his cheek, briefly offering them a kiss, with his own words of wisdom. “ It is all right to be saddened by what transpired, Lestat. You do not need try to hide melancholy from me. “ It was just a gentle reassurance, from an older soul who had lost much as well. In some ways, the two of them were too alike.

But he released his hands from that moment of kindness and empathy, offering a boyish little smile. “ Yes, let’s. “ About the hunting of course. “ I have to admit I had forgotten the joys of hunting with a pack, even if we are merely a pack of two. “ He chuckled softly, shaking his head. Now it was time for them to both stop moping, and enjoy the blood together.

“ So! Who shall we feast upon tonight? Where might we go to find our quarry. “ Again, he smiled. If it was one thing they both enjoyed, it was hunting and playing with their food. All mortals should be afraid of the nights they hunted together. “ I know how easy it is for food to just be thrown in your face at a venue. “ A soft tease. Armand was in a good mood it seemed, and hoped it helped rub off on the other. “ But tonight, we truly hunt. “

Lestat appreciated that Armand didn't pry, although he could have forced his way past Lestat's mental defences if he'd wanted to. Not because Lestat was weak and Armand was strong, though that was part of it, but because he had been struggling to keep the walls up in his mind for some time. Nightmares blurred with the waking hours, visions and voices. Haunted by Louis and Nicki and Claudia, to name a few. Surely Armand had witnessed him conversing with them more than once, and how fragile he must have seemed!

But Armand seemed determined to respect his privacy. Perhaps he too was unsure what he would find if he looked too deeply. It was clear Lestat was unwell. Still, he could hunt. His body double sent out into the world, his alibi handsomely compensated. He and Armand in the city. Who knew what other vampires were out there? And in what number? But he felt no fear. Armand was worth a dozen, even if he looked slim and childish. It always struck Lestat how boyish he could appear even though they were the same height.

No one would ever have called Lestat boyish. As he took a step back to allow Armand to move, Lestat laughed. "I do appreciate delivery but I also miss the old days, no? And I'm lucky if you'll join me for how often you eat." Rarely, in fact. Lestat wondered how old you must become before you no longer craved the blood like he did. It was likely a few centuries off. And who would he be without that craving? A true vampire who did not desire it? It seemed impossible.

"I'm told there is plentiful prey down by the water. Shall we?" He asked, coming up behind Armand with his vampire speed, placing a hand on the small of his back, as if to guide him out and toward their destination. It wouldn't be a fair fight, two of them against a human or five. They wouldn't be able to play too much with their food but it would satisfy the hunger which was really all he needed at this point. The rest of the band was already merry making at a nearby club, on Lestat's dime of course. They could later if they do chose.

Whatever this was, was a delicate dance. Armand was not ignorant that he was plagued by ghosts, visions. He had indeed observed him talking to what he knew was Claudia. He’d sworn to protect him, and if that meant not prying because Lestat might simply shatter? He would not pry. Perhaps one day, they would speak of such things. For now, he provided merriment and distraction.

Armand laughed lightly as he spoke of his diet. Yes, he could suspend the thirst for a much longer period of time than a vampire of Lestat’s age, but it didn’t mean he still didn’t enjoy the kill. “ I may not need the blood as often as you do, but you know I enjoy hunting. Even all those years ago, we hunted together, if anything but to enjoy each others company. “ He chuckled softly. Sort of like now.

“ I would hunt every night with you if you wished it. “. He paused. “ Well on the nights you aren’t enjoying your delivery, getting fat on your fan’s love! “ He’d laughed again as he teased, and when he’d said he grew fat on their blood he’d reached over to playfully pat his tummy in mocking.

Now this, Armand was enjoying. There were no expectations as of now. He didn’t have to dwell and think on his feelings for him and at the same time he didn’t give Lestat a chance to dwell in his darkness. No, this was simply companionship, and that was something they’d definitely needed.

So quickly Lestat moved, and that hand was placed at his lower back. Well, if he could blush he might have, but his face only blushed when flushed with blood. It always made them look more human. But it brought a soft laugh, a damn near giggle out of him as he guided him forward.

“ Always by the water. You know, no matter the continent, New World or Old, they always gather by it. “ He remembered nights he’d walked the Seine with both Louis and Lestat at different points in his life. Then he cast that wicked little grin. “ Now you have me starving for them! “ Without thought he wrapped an arm around his shoulders for a moment and squeezed, then released him.

“ I long for our feast. “

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"It's my fault. My doing. I sent him away. I am the one who ...I am the one who ended things. After the book came out, all of that brought to the surface once again ...I could not look at him. I could not be with him. He may have forgiven me for things past but it doesn't make it any easier to relive, no? His villain. Not many pages spent on the love we shared. And there was love. We did love each other." He still did.

"It's better for him to be away. Safe. He wants to be his own companion. I respect that. I'm sorry to keep asking. I'll stop. He has my number, doesn't he?" Lestat smiled, but it was sad. His fingers lingered at Armand's cheek and he tilted his head. "I know you do not wish to hear about it. Anymore than I wish to hear about your time together." Finger tips brushed his cheek, as he swallowed hard.

"Shall we hunt?"

And only then did his hand fall away, and he lifted his chin, trying to appear better than he felt, rallying for Armand's sake. "I'm hungry and could use a distraction, hm?" Armand was not wrong. His efforts were not fruitless. There was, of course, a great armor on Lestat that would take longer than a few weeks to crack but he was more himself around Armand, allowing the older vampire to see him properly.

He knew Armand wanted more and it wasn't as if Lestat did not want to seek comfort with him. It wasn't just Claudia between them, it wasn't just Louis. It was his own mind, his own guilt and agony. He didn't want to give Armand the wrong impression or lead him on. He was enjoying his company and did not want it to end, especially not if that was all Armand wanted from him. Everyone wanted something from him.

“ I know you did, Lestat.“ Armand answered simply enough, because he knew just how lovesick and yet hurt by Louis that he was. That sad smile had lingered on Lestat’s face, but Armand couldn’t help but tilt his head against the fingers that brushed his cheek for a moment. All he could truly offer was support, and the more they spent time together, the more they could both open up.

If only Lestat knew of how terrible much of their time together was. But Armand did not speak of it, and frankly did not want to remember times where Louis had practically been rough with him, even if he might have even wanted it. He did not want to remember the times he’d felt his own trauma resurface. They had manipulated each other in their own ways. No, all these things he kept locked away deep in his mind where none could see. And even if he voiced it, Lestat probably wouldn’t have believed it all anyway. Well definitely the lying part. But even in their tumultuous relationship, even Armand had found a type of toxic love with Louis. There had been good times, but after the trial, their relationship was based on several lies. It made what happened in 73 look like child’s play.

Hell, he’d been so angry and broken that he’d tortured Daniel for days on end. It was no wonder the whole thing came crashing down, and again, almost like a broken record, he’d made Daniel suffer for it. Well. He’d wanted to break him. Sometimes, like the younger creature he was, he liked to see things broken.

But now he lifted his hands to grasp the fingers at his cheek, briefly offering them a kiss, with his own words of wisdom. “ It is all right to be saddened by what transpired, Lestat. You do not need try to hide melancholy from me. “ It was just a gentle reassurance, from an older soul who had lost much as well. In some ways, the two of them were too alike.

But he released his hands from that moment of kindness and empathy, offering a boyish little smile. “ Yes, let’s. “ About the hunting of course. “ I have to admit I had forgotten the joys of hunting with a pack, even if we are merely a pack of two. “ He chuckled softly, shaking his head. Now it was time for them to both stop moping, and enjoy the blood together.

“ So! Who shall we feast upon tonight? Where might we go to find our quarry. “ Again, he smiled. If it was one thing they both enjoyed, it was hunting and playing with their food. All mortals should be afraid of the nights they hunted together. “ I know how easy it is for food to just be thrown in your face at a venue. “ A soft tease. Armand was in a good mood it seemed, and hoped it helped rub off on the other. “ But tonight, we truly hunt. “

Lestat's fangs peeked out as he stood up and looked at Armand for a moment. "Hate me? Oh, please what the hell did I even do to you?" He asked while he moved in front of him. "Because I have more reasons to hate you than for you to hate me, no?" The thought of bring Claudia up killed Lestat but he needed to get his point a crossed.

" You act like you want to play rough but deep down inside you are a weak little thing. Now go on and go back under your bridge you little gremlin. You come back out when you are ready to play with the big boys. "

Whipping the bloody tears from his eyes, Lestat leaned in and pressed his lips onto Armand's kissing him softly.

Mon amour, mon bel amour. Je promets de ne plus jamais te faire de mal.

Armand was being calmed by his actions and words. When Lestat was kind and loving, he gave everything to you. It was what he felt now, an overwhelming love from the vampire he’d loved from afar for so long now. This felt right. This was how things should be.

He eyed at his offered wrist, staring into those beautifully intense eyes of his. They were bright and grayish-blue with emotion now. He took the wrist with gratitude, bared his fangs and sunk them in his open flesh, slowly drinking, softly moaning.

Et je ne te ferai plus jamais de mal. Nous n'avons pas besoin de nous cacher notre amour ni notre douleur.

This was a petite drink, as they called it. He wanted more, but he took enough to savor that vow. He lapped the wound closed like a kitten. Then it was his turn to roll his sleeve up, eyes locked on his just as intensely as he bit his fount open. Now he offered it to Lestat.

Lestat's fangs peeked out as he stood up and looked at Armand for a moment. "Hate me? Oh, please what the hell did I even do to you?" He asked while he moved in front of him. "Because I have more reasons to hate you than for you to hate me, no?" The thought of bring Claudia up killed Lestat but he needed to get his point a crossed.

" You act like you want to play rough but deep down inside you are a weak little thing. Now go on and go back under your bridge you little gremlin. You come back out when you are ready to play with the big boys. "

I will be sure he pays for that, for i never tought him to act that way.

But then again that's who Louis was before Lestat ever turned him. He was a monster before Lestat even sunk his fangs into him. At the time he felt that's what pulled him to Louis.

“ Whatever happiness we had was a falsehood, and I was too afraid to be alone. Even after everything, after he brought us both to our breaking points. I remembered what it was like to be alone. “

And I inflicted that loneliness on you, in turn, all those years ago when he chose me. When truly, even after everything, we should have chose each other.

When he finally looked at him, and said he’d break every bone in Louis’ body again for what he’d done, and if he tried to do it again? This was when his bloody tears came. It was when Armand wept, no. It was when he sobbed, holding onto his face.

“ Forgive me for how I wronged you. I never want to be alone. I’m terrified when I’m alone. I am.. “ He choked up. “ ..a monster when I’m alone. And I, I believe you won’t ever let that happen to me again. Please. Promise we will stay together now. I cannot bare the thought of otherwise. “

Lestat's fangs peeked out as he stood up and looked at Armand for a moment. "Hate me? Oh, please what the hell did I even do to you?" He asked while he moved in front of him. "Because I have more reasons to hate you than for you to hate me, no?" The thought of bring Claudia up killed Lestat but he needed to get his point a crossed.

" You act like you want to play rough but deep down inside you are a weak little thing. Now go on and go back under your bridge you little gremlin. You come back out when you are ready to play with the big boys. "

Soon Lestat felt Armand's tongue slip into his ear and a soft moan slipped from his lips. "If i have to tell the truth then so do you." He whispered softly. "Tell me something? Was it painful being with him all those years? Having him dress you and tell you how to eat. Must have all been stressful, no?"

His playful vibe slowly sunk away, and he lifted his head up from Lestat’s ear, but couldn’t look him in the eye. “ Louis left with me to hurt you. “ It was said so flatly, without any emotion. “ And at the time I was still angry with you, and too afraid to be alone. I had done something that caused pain to both of you. That is difficult to ever forgive, but.. “

A single hand that was on his chest, clenched at the fabric of his shirt. “ I stopped hunting for fun. He knew I didn’t need it, so it was forced upon me.”

It was only then that he lifted his eyes. “ As was what little sexual encounters we had. Louis.. “ He frowned, looking down. “ Reminded me of him. He’d shove me face down. Take what he wanted.. and that was before the Theatre was set ablaze, but it only got worse after that. “

He tilted his head, looked away and let out the saddest, pathetic little laugh. “ I was property again, Lestat. He was .. how did the Americans say it.. a pimp again, and I was owned. And when he wasn’t taking what he wanted from me, or hating me, he was running around with every mortal he could find. I’m surprised myself he did not fuck Daniel in 1973. He almost killed him. “

Lestat's fangs peeked out as he stood up and looked at Armand for a moment. "Hate me? Oh, please what the hell did I even do to you?" He asked while he moved in front of him. "Because I have more reasons to hate you than for you to hate me, no?" The thought of bring Claudia up killed Lestat but he needed to get his point a crossed.

" You act like you want to play rough but deep down inside you are a weak little thing. Now go on and go back under your bridge you little gremlin. You come back out when you are ready to play with the big boys. "

" And then what ? You will come running to me to comfort me ? " Another groan left his lips as he moved his head back bit. When he looked at Armand once more he moved his hand slowly to the back of Armand's head and pulled on his hair a bit.

“ Did you forget whose interview it was? I got dragged into it by our Louis. Mr. Molloy didn’t write kindly me either. But yes, I said some things. I was angry at you still. But we can’t hold onto that anger forever can we? “

And then he laughed all bubbly, fangs cutely displayed. “ Oh are you validating you have feelings now? Mm.. that’s a step in the right direction. “ He teased of course, but they were still testing each other in their own ways.

" You really don't know, do you ? " Armand asked. His eyes looked so hurt and so broken. "I found out...I mean I have known for a while. I sat on it thinking, no, my beautiful boy would never do such a thing to me." Using his speed, he pinned Daniel to a nearby wall and looked deep within his eyes. Then he took hold of his neck, gripping onto it tightly. But not tight enough to hurt him.

I could kill you within seconds if I wanted to...I have every reason to. That would make it so much easier for me, wouldn't it? Because I wouldn't have this pain of a broken heart.

Armand then let go of Daniel's neck and backed away from him. "I know about her....You truly didn't think I would find out, did you? About your wife."

A soft whimper left his lips as he nodded his head slowly. Then he got up and looked down at Daniel for a moment. He had never seen such beauty before in all of his life. Of course he understood that Daniel felt and looked old to himself. But to Armand he was still his beautiful boy.

It was the ultimate power play and somehow it had worked in his favor. The vampire seemed stunned but overwhelmed by it at the same time, and frankly Armand had always been put together. It was nice seeing him thrown aback for once.

As soon as that mouth swallowed him, his head fell back and he groaned loudly. “Ohhh.. fuck yeah. “ He pushed himself up from where he was resting back on his hands, his eyes meeting Armand’s, filtered in pure fucking lust.

“ Oh I’ve missed you — “ He let out the softest little laugh, only to moan again as he lifted his hips, slowly bucking them to his mouth. His hand was as in his curls easily, just feeling them. They felt just like before. He felt like before. He panted. “ You always knew how to get me off. “

Unlike his bitch of a wife. Maybe she was never a bitch. Maybe she had actually tried, but for Daniel? It was all a stunt, all fake, just to draw out Armand. Yes, he could be just as cruel as a vampire, and be simply a mortal.

I want her gone, Armand. I want you to end her for me. For us. I can’t be without you again.

Lestat's fangs peeked out as he stood up and looked at Armand for a moment. "Hate me? Oh, please what the hell did I even do to you?" He asked while he moved in front of him. "Because I have more reasons to hate you than for you to hate me, no?" The thought of bring Claudia up killed Lestat but he needed to get his point a crossed.

" You act like you want to play rough but deep down inside you are a weak little thing. Now go on and go back under your bridge you little gremlin. You come back out when you are ready to play with the big boys. "

Armand was one of the vampires he had known for a really really long time now. Because of that there were going to be heartbreak and pain along the way. He wondered if the two of them would ever fully forgive one and other? Was it even possible?

As soon as Armans sunk his fangs into Lestat's throat a soft groan left his lips.

Mon amour, comme j’ai longtemps désiré sentir à nouveau ton toucher. Tu as toujours eu mon cœur.

Then stop trying to push me away. Keep me instead.

Slowly he pulled his fangs back, Armand not having spilled a single drop of that precious blood. He’d smiled, nuzzled at the hand that pushed his hair back for a moment. This was something they had in common; the simple need for connection.

He placed his hands on his chest, rocked a moment in his lap and stared down at him. “ I know the masks you wear, Lestat, for I have often worn the same. But you need not do this with me.”

" You really don't know, do you ? " Armand asked. His eyes looked so hurt and so broken. "I found out...I mean I have known for a while. I sat on it thinking, no, my beautiful boy would never do such a thing to me." Using his speed, he pinned Daniel to a nearby wall and looked deep within his eyes. Then he took hold of his neck, gripping onto it tightly. But not tight enough to hurt him.

I could kill you within seconds if I wanted to...I have every reason to. That would make it so much easier for me, wouldn't it? Because I wouldn't have this pain of a broken heart.

Armand then let go of Daniel's neck and backed away from him. "I know about her....You truly didn't think I would find out, did you? About your wife."

As Daniel spoke, Armand slowly moved his fingers to his face and leaned in pressing his own lips onto Daniel's. The kiss had deepen as Armand moved his fingers to Daniel's shirt and started to take it off. Then he moved his hands to Daniel's pants and started to undo them.

Knowing that humans needed to breathe at one or point another, Armand removed his lips from Daniel's lips and looked into his eyes once more.

" Oh, how i missed you my beloved. " Armand whispered softly then took Daniel's hand and moved his fingers inside of his own mouth and sucked on them.

But now they were ripping clothes off each other. As Armand undid him, he did the same to the vampire, practically tearing those fancy bottoms of his into pieces, throwing them on the floor. Finally, they were both nude.

" You really don't know, do you ? " Armand asked. His eyes looked so hurt and so broken. "I found out...I mean I have known for a while. I sat on it thinking, no, my beautiful boy would never do such a thing to me." Using his speed, he pinned Daniel to a nearby wall and looked deep within his eyes. Then he took hold of his neck, gripping onto it tightly. But not tight enough to hurt him.

I could kill you within seconds if I wanted to...I have every reason to. That would make it so much easier for me, wouldn't it? Because I wouldn't have this pain of a broken heart.

Armand then let go of Daniel's neck and backed away from him. "I know about her....You truly didn't think I would find out, did you? About your wife."

" My beautiful boy... " Armand whispered softly. A soft moan fell from his lips as he felt his fingers touching his nipple which then harden between his fingers. "D---Daniel...." He whimpered his lover's as he felt as if he was going to melt into Daniel's hands.

Armand was a five hundred something year old vampire, and with a bend of the knees, he scooped him off the ground like he weighed nothing. He stole a kiss as he carried himself against in his arms, stopping only when he reached the bedroom, dropping him down there.

He yanked his leather jacket off and tossed it aside, then yanked on Armand’s legs to pull him to the end of the bed. It was here that he bent down to capture his lips again. He pressed his knee into his groin. Hands went right back to forcefully groping those gorgeous tits of his.