[ There's very little reaction from Armand, except perhaps for a slight tension around his eyes, and the way he drops his gaze to his hands as he picks the nail of his middle finger with his thumbnail. Reassuring himself with the pressure of the point against sensitive skin. ]
You came here to satisfy your curiosity. Tell me how that is different.
[ his voice is crisp, acidic. lestat places his glass atop the table delicately. then takes a clipped step towards armand, then another.]
I can smell him on you, you know. Louis. Is this what you brought me here for?
[ his narrowed eyes are cold from this close up, one step away from truly breaching personal space. pupils small as of yet, but with tense shoulders and a clenched jaw promising escalation.]
[ Where the promise of violence causes Lestat to tense up, it loosens something in Armand. His shoulders drop slightly as his chin tips up, baring his already exposed throat to the teeth of the wolf he's allowed into his home. He rubs his fingertips against his thumb, the only sign of restlessness. ]
He had me while you were in the air. I woke him to tell him you were arriving. He fed from me, and then he fucked me. Over this table.
[ a snarl erupts, a brief warning before lestat lunges forward. if armand permits it, lestat will snatch his throat and throw him towards the hard table, crowding him against it directly after.]
[ It's more or less the reaction Armand expected to get and has been planning for since they started talking again, memories of dragging Lestat over the wet cobbles of Paris no doubt playing no small part. This has been a long time in the making between them; better to do it now than in front of their fledglings, or -- God forbid -- their elders.
He lands half on top of the table, breath punched out of his throat by Lestat's hand, unable to do more than half lift himself up on one hand before Lestat is on top of him again. Armand bares his teeth, but his legs rise up either side of Lestat's hips, ankles crossing behind him as he reaches up to sink a hand into Lestat's hair so he can drag him down and kiss him. ]
[ a growl rumbles through his chest, the sound muffled by the kiss. armand tastes like rich blood and something unmistakably louis, enough that his chest aches, hungry for scraps. the older vampire doesn't resist against his grip as much as anticipated, easy enough to push down against the table. easy enough too, for lestat to resist the kiss if he so chose. instead the sharpened claw of his thumb digs just above the bob of armand's throat, piercing until a bead of blood wells around it.
lestat breaks the kiss to duck his head, tightening his grip as he chases the welling blood with a broad swipe of his tongue. his fangs drop immediately at the taste, pupils dilating. ]
C'est ce que tu veux? My ire, my attention?
[ punctuated with the press of his hips against armand's, a low hum escaping his throat as he notices just how easy to feel the shape of the other man through the luxurious silk he wore. ]
[ Pointless to lie about it in this state, with his blood on Lestat's tongue and his hips tilted upwards to receive the weight of the younger vampire between his thighs, his interest in said attention all too obvious through the thin fabric. His pupils are as dark as Lestat's, black blown out against amber rings; he swallows carefully against the hand around his throat, making no pretense over the fact that he's enjoying the pressure.
He keeps his own hands at his sides, gripping the edges of the table. His nostrils flare as he tilts his head back just a little, pulling in shallow breaths that he doesn't really need. ]
You could have me so easily, Lestat. You always could.
[ the way armand allows this treatment, this flexing of domination only agitates lestat. he tightens his grip, pressing the sharp of his claw in further to lap the fresh blood oozing over his thumb. tasting the older vampire's interest, feeling the way his body reacts. scenting more of louis on his neck, likely from feeding.]
Yet I have never taken you. What does that tell you?
[ cruel, and not entirely true. he had wanted armand very much and would have stayed with him if gabrielle had not insisted. and now, there was louis. and louis could not be replaced.
yet louis was not here, instead only the ghost of his touch on armand's pretty skin. despite his words, the heat of proximity and blood had him pressing his hips into the other man's, rumbling a growl at the sensation.]
[ It cuts far deeper than that sharp thumbnail, Lestat's beautiful voice uttering effortless viciousness. Armand's eyelashes flutter; his gaze skitters above Lestat, then to the side of the room. Trying and failing to regain a little composure. Pinned, the way he wants to be, and reminded of his own worthlessness, how easily he was used and discarded --
His chest is tight. He longs for Daniel with a child's need for comfort, though he doesn't reach out for him, or Louis. There's something terrible in the way his body responds to the cruelty, only growing harder, an aching need to be filled and dominated by the man who cares so little for him. His legs remain locked around Lestat's hips. Finally he turns his head, nuzzling lightly into Lestat's hair, murmuring his answer into his ear. ]
That you will whatever you want, as you always have. [ He breathes, carefully. ] Will you take me here? Where he did?
[ desperate creatures, the two of them. armand's willingness to take anything offered, lestat's clawing for any ghost of louis. the idea of touching where louis had, claiming the same body mere hours later - it twisted in his gut horribly, yet he could not think of anything else.
in this moment, he hated armand. wanted to be him too, if not just to receive louis' benevolence once more. he leans back to loom above the elder vampire, eyes piercing, roving over the elegant sprawl of his body.]
Is that what you want? You tempt me with his memory, knowing that I will discard you for his shadow.
[ a press of an image into armand's mind; lestat kissing him hungrily, armand's calves hooked over his shoulders as their bodies move together in rhythm. armand's face blurs into louis' admist a rough bite of lips - clearly implying who lestat would be focused on.
the vision disappears. lestat traces a claw over the crotch seam of the silk lounge pants, nudging the hard line of armand's cock and tapping it.]
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You came here to satisfy your curiosity. Tell me how that is different.
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[ his voice is crisp, acidic. lestat places his glass atop the table delicately. then takes a clipped step towards armand, then another.]
I can smell him on you, you know. Louis. Is this what you brought me here for?
[ his narrowed eyes are cold from this close up, one step away from truly breaching personal space. pupils small as of yet, but with tense shoulders and a clenched jaw promising escalation.]
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He had me while you were in the air. I woke him to tell him you were arriving. He fed from me, and then he fucked me. Over this table.
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[ a snarl erupts, a brief warning before lestat lunges forward. if armand permits it, lestat will snatch his throat and throw him towards the hard table, crowding him against it directly after.]
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He lands half on top of the table, breath punched out of his throat by Lestat's hand, unable to do more than half lift himself up on one hand before Lestat is on top of him again. Armand bares his teeth, but his legs rise up either side of Lestat's hips, ankles crossing behind him as he reaches up to sink a hand into Lestat's hair so he can drag him down and kiss him. ]
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lestat breaks the kiss to duck his head, tightening his grip as he chases the welling blood with a broad swipe of his tongue. his fangs drop immediately at the taste, pupils dilating. ]
C'est ce que tu veux? My ire, my attention?
[ punctuated with the press of his hips against armand's, a low hum escaping his throat as he notices just how easy to feel the shape of the other man through the luxurious silk he wore. ]
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[ Pointless to lie about it in this state, with his blood on Lestat's tongue and his hips tilted upwards to receive the weight of the younger vampire between his thighs, his interest in said attention all too obvious through the thin fabric. His pupils are as dark as Lestat's, black blown out against amber rings; he swallows carefully against the hand around his throat, making no pretense over the fact that he's enjoying the pressure.
He keeps his own hands at his sides, gripping the edges of the table. His nostrils flare as he tilts his head back just a little, pulling in shallow breaths that he doesn't really need. ]
You could have me so easily, Lestat. You always could.
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Yet I have never taken you. What does that tell you?
[ cruel, and not entirely true. he had wanted armand very much and would have stayed with him if gabrielle had not insisted. and now, there was louis. and louis could not be replaced.
yet louis was not here, instead only the ghost of his touch on armand's pretty skin. despite his words, the heat of proximity and blood had him pressing his hips into the other man's, rumbling a growl at the sensation.]
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His chest is tight. He longs for Daniel with a child's need for comfort, though he doesn't reach out for him, or Louis. There's something terrible in the way his body responds to the cruelty, only growing harder, an aching need to be filled and dominated by the man who cares so little for him. His legs remain locked around Lestat's hips. Finally he turns his head, nuzzling lightly into Lestat's hair, murmuring his answer into his ear. ]
That you will whatever you want, as you always have. [ He breathes, carefully. ] Will you take me here? Where he did?
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in this moment, he hated armand. wanted to be him too, if not just to receive louis' benevolence once more. he leans back to loom above the elder vampire, eyes piercing, roving over the elegant sprawl of his body.]
Is that what you want? You tempt me with his memory, knowing that I will discard you for his shadow.
[ a press of an image into armand's mind; lestat kissing him hungrily, armand's calves hooked over his shoulders as their bodies move together in rhythm. armand's face blurs into louis' admist a rough bite of lips - clearly implying who lestat would be focused on.
the vision disappears. lestat traces a claw over the crotch seam of the silk lounge pants, nudging the hard line of armand's cock and tapping it.]
Tell me that you want it, knowing this.