"What?" The older vampire inquired, brows creasing.
"Am I boring you?" Louis repeated. "We can discuss the new acquisitions tomorrow. It's fine."
"No no. I'm listening. You were saying, about the Paul Berthon?"
"With the recent exhibition on Mucha at the Grand Palais I think we should refrain and acquire the Margaret MacDonald instead, less of a blatant ressemblance and far more interesting use of texture and roundness, it's—"
Armand's gaze narrowed ever so slightly, lips parting as he brought a hand to his chest, digit absentmindedly brushing over his own heart as he listened to Louis' pumping someone else's blood away. The older vampire was considering, the possibility of ripping it out, fully claiming it for himself. Louis' heart. Oh to be the final owner...
Perhaps he could do away with the lungs too. Vampires didn't really need them anyway.
And perhaps then, perhaps then, there would be enough space for Armand in there. He'd once been taught to curl himself in ways contortionists could only dream of, and was certainly more comfortable chopping away unecessary body parts that most should it come down to it...
God, to be in there, beneath Louis' skin, to be not his but of him. To belong there, forever. To erase all that isn't Armand in his head, and to be, his body. Be of his Louis, his Maître, not as an other half but as a necessary part. Never to be separated. How wonderful...
Almost panting, Armand's tongue peered out, just slightly, before he sighed. "You're right Louis, you always are. MacDonald it is."
Louis looked at Armand for a beat, seemingly searching for something in those eyes and finding nothing but restraint wrapped in docile acceptance. So fucking boring.
divider credit to @/thecutestgrotto
I always end up posting on the final day for some reason, Idk. Still, it's out. 300 words exactly for @loumandmicrofic 2026!
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Lips curling faintly, Armand took off his hat and coat, hanging them on the wooden stand coat hanger he absolutely hated but Louis was so fond of since he'd found it at some brocante or another. "Louis?" Armand called, picking up on the other humming in their living room as he crossed the short corridor of their shared apartment.
"Come." Louis declared, holding out his hands for Armand to take. Amused, and always indulgent when it came to that one particular vampire, Armand took Louis' hands, letting the other pull him close. "Dance with me."
"Whatever you want." Armand replied, their nose rubbing against one another. His eyes fell shut as he exhaled pleasantly, feeling Louis' hand trail along his back and settle on his waist.
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling, kiss me
"You always preferred Kaye Ballard's version." Armand remarked, and Louis grinned, holding his gaze for a beat before he leant in to steal a peck, taking advantage of Armand's surprise to dip him.
Fill my heart with song
And let me sing forever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
"Louis..." Armand let out softly, an arm still wrapped around his lover's neck.
"Gimme a second. Just a second. I'm committing this to memory." Armand's smile widened, not so much in the curl of his lips as a crease in the corner of his eyes, fond, earnest, opened. If Louis had asked, he'd have stayed in that moment forever. Eventually though, the other was leaning in, pressing his lips against Armand's, drawing a moan out of the other as his fangs grazed Armand's bottom lip. "Committed." Louis let out. Pressing another peck to Armand's lips, chuckling as the other pouted. "What? Not enough?" Armand petulantly shook his head. "You're greedy."
"I doubt I'll ever have enough of you, Louis." Armand honestly replied, making the other blink, features sobering.
"I..."
"Yes Louis?"
"Would you..."
"Yes." Armand pre-emptively agreed.
Louis kissed the top of his nose. "Let me ask first, will you? I, I need to say it." Armand quietly nodded, eyes widening with interest. "I'd like you to-" Louis cleared his throat. The words certainly struggled to come out. Pressing his forehead against Armand, he closed his eyes and let their minds connect.
"Oh!" Armand let out. "I- Yes." Came out. "Of course Louis."
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
Armand dragged Louis to the floor with him, a hand tangling in the back of Louis' hair as their lips met again. Out of habit, one of Louis' knees parted Armand's legs and the other indulged, though he claimed control of their shared kiss, his tongue swiping in Louis mouth, searching for his unusually docile one. "Oh you've wanted this haven't you..." Armand commented softly, lips trailing away from Louis' lips to his neck, making his way with wet pecks as Louis whinied in frustration.
"Oh Louis, my Louis..." He spoke. "You could've just asked..." Armand said, easily switching their position so that Louis' back was now on the carpet, Armand on top. "You can always ask, for what you want, what you need." The older vampire said, ripping Louis' tank top with dizzying ease, leaving a mix of kiss and bite marks on his chest, sucking on a nipple before his teeth drew out droplets of blood, making the other moan and arch, whilst nails grazed Louis' lower stomach.
"Of course I would love to claim you." Armand promised, undoing the button of Louis' pants. "To be trusted like that..." He mused, a little in awe as Louis lifted his hips to allow him to remove the pants, the movement swift and efficient, speaking to a power Armand always held but seldom made a display off in that particular way. "I am proud of you, Louis, so proud. That picture you sold today," Louis moaned as Armand bit his inner thigh. "it's one my favourites from your latest print run." The older vampire went on to explain, perfectly in control as the other squirmed, nuzzling his nose against Louis' dick through his underwear.
"Armand, Armand please-" Ah. So he could be vocal with his needs. Good. Armand would rather know, than guess. Would rather share, than control.
"Please what Louis?" Armand spoke before taking a lick at the engorged member above fabric still.
"Please just-"
"Just?"
"Fuck me alright? Fuck me! No more teasing or I swear you will, pay for it."
"Is that a promise?"
Louis laughed, head falling backwards. "I should've known."
"When it comes to you Louis, I just am greedy."
divider credit to @/thecutestgrotto
I know I'm late! Shhhhh! I just wanted to do the final challenge for @loumandmicrofic, so here it is, 796 words.
suggested theme: free space, so I made them happy. It felt right in light of the end of tvl.
