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Armand walked emotionally hesitant but sure footed up the stairs to their condo.
He could have taken the elevator. Could have even floated given how late it was, but he didn’t have any aspiration to get to where he was going faster. After Louis had told him he was going out again tonight, to that same club as all the other times before, Armand knew it would be hit or miss if he would make it home on time. When it got so close to sunrise, Armand knew he had to take care of him. Couldn’t risk a drugged out or drunk Louis making the mistake of even ripping the Newpapers off the windows in the place. Couldn’t risk he was too sloppy to finish the job with his latest victim and conquest.
While it pained him to once again be reduce to cleaner and nursemaid, he would do it like he always did because he loved the younger vampire. Because he would do anything for him. Even put up with the verbal abuse that seemed to follow this drug habit. The motivation for why he went out and the drugs always taking Louis back to that day, back to Paris. Who better to take his frustrations out on then someone complicit in the betrayal in question. While he may swear up in down while sober he’d forgiven him, that he didn’t mean it, Armand knew there was some truth to the words. It’s why he just bore it. It’s why he felt he had no right to deny him this venting.
Louis needed it and Armand needed him.
Armand stood hesitantly before their front door and took a deep breath before going in. His attention being drawn first to the empty open area, nothing but the absent sounds of the TV going on in the back. Probably a little louder than it should be. He then turned to their bedroom, his eyes trailing to the, now dead, young man laying against the bed. His throat ripped out more viciously then usually. The marks on his neck were jagged and Armand could only be thankful that the pillow caught most of it and the bed sheets the rest. Getting blood out the mattress was too much of a hassle. He walked over to the side of the bed and sighed deeply the air he didn’t need.
He was so tired of this.
He moved over and to the other side of the bed. Seeing, unsurprisingly, Louis rolled out on the floor in the small area between the bed and wall where only the bed side table to hold the lamp usually stayed. The cramped dark space likely mimicking a coffin enough for Louis to mistake it for one. Armand sighed at the sight before turning away. He’d be fine there for now. Armand would deal with him last.
So, Armand set out to work. Wrapping the boy in bedsheets he’d ruined and just being thankful that it seemed to be over before either of them climaxed. After getting rid of that, he then made sure the rest of the house was spotless and new bedsheets were placed on the bed before going over to Louis. Looking down at him apprehensively. Wondering what he’d get today? The pissed off wronged father who blamed the death of his daughter on Armand or the apologetic lover who hated being a burden in Armand’s life?
Would Armand be the reason for all of Louis’ problems in life or would Louis be the reason for all of the problems in Armand’s?
Both would be equally upsetting. Still, Armand couldn’t put off forever. This was not a safe place for a young vampire to sleep. One rock through the window, one bird flying hard enough, one give out on the tape holding up the newspaper and Louis was burning to a crisps before he even knew what happen. He bent down to his knee and crawled back to where Louis was. Going to reach for his shoulder and turn him softly over. Naked as the day he was born. Seemingly clean outside of that terrible stench of the latest boy he’d lain with.
“Louis.” He called softly. Not wanting to wake him abruptly. A suddenly woken Louis was sure to be upset about that. Armand would have avoiding waking him at all but he needed Louis to get clean first. He wouldn't’ stand for the scent of that human in the coffin they shared at times.
A sleepy groan was all he got in response as Louis tried to turn back onto his side and snuggle against the wall. Armand sighed but gave him the smallest of shakes and a stronger tone of voice. Not too much louder but more clear certainly, less soft.
“Louis.” He called.
“Armand?” Was his groggy response as his blurry eyes blinked up at the man.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and to your coffin.” Armand said to him gently. Louis just looked up at him for a moment before a dopey smile grew slowly on his face.
“Armand.” He said with a pleased sigh and like Armand was the greatest thing he’d ever seen. Armand’s brow raised in pleasant surprise.
Happy drugged Louis. That was rare occurrence. He’d probably only seen it once, as it was typically a mood he had at the beginning of a high. Before the memories of the past hit him. Last time Armand caught him like this, he’d passed out just after greeting him with a joyful hello. Didn’t give him much time to appreciate a easy to deal with Louis. For once, it seems the drugs were actually doing what they were advertised as.
“Yes, it’s me.” Armand said calmly. Still a little upset at Louis doing this again. Enough so he couldn’t even enjoy seeing a real smile on his face. Though amusement was building as Armand tried and failed to orientate Louis’ moving arms and hands that were determined to hug around his neck.
“Armand... love you.” Louis said breathy. A sloppy smile on his bloody face. Armand losing the fight against the hugging arms and twitching of his lip up. His eyes turning fond at the words. The rarely heard words.
“Yes, I love you too.” Armand said. He always said it in return, no matter the situation. Glad that the day seemed like it wouldn’t be starting too bad. Letting Louis hang from his neck as he leaned over him. Knowing he’d probably need to lift the man himself. Armand went to do just that. Pulling them both up and catching Louis as he fell against his chest. Pulling them both down to the now clean bed. Pretty much putting them in the same position as before and just humming happily as he clung to his lover on top of him.
“I love you, so much.” Louis said against his hair. Armand moving to adjust better with a tired sigh as he felt Louis grip delve into vampiric strength. A hold Armand could still get out of but not with out having to get rough himself. Something he didn’t want to do with Louis in this state. If he was honest... he wasn’t thrilled to reject any form of affection from his recently distant mate.
How long had it been since Louis lavished him with this type of attention? Those first few years together? Even then only ever in the passionate heat of bed. Now, he was so lucky to even get those desperate clings and whispered words of affection even in bed. Sometimes not until right before they climaxed. It was so liberating to get more than a halfhearted ‘love ya’ or weak peck on the lips or cheek.
“I know. I love you too, but you need to get up Darling.” Armand said, not being particularly encouraging in the ‘get up’ department. Still he tried to lift them both up again. All the while feeling Louis hug and move to kiss along the side of his face and neck. Licking and even sucking on it. Leaving a bloody trail from his last meal along his skin and clothes. They’ll definitely both need to clean after this. Armand has a host of fluid over his clothes by this point. Falling on top of Louis’ naked body made clear he wasn’t as clean as he looked before.
“Now, well both need to clean up.” He says out loud absently. Louis seeming unbothered and continuing his lavishing of affection.
“I love you... Don’t know what I'd do with out you.” Louis said against his ear before nibbling on it. Armand sighing happily at the word. His shoulder’s relaxing a little even as he continued to hold himself on his arms above Louis and let the man attempt to climb on him from below. He felt the drag of Louis’ fangs against his throat for but a moment before he sunk them in. Armand’s eyes fluttering at the unexpected action and intimacy. Neck turning on instinct to give more room for Louis to work.
“Louis...” He trailed off as Louis sucked and rutted against him. Armand was stiff above him and bit into his own bottom lip, trying not to react. Knowing better then to indulge in this high Louis was experiencing... but it’s just so much . It’s what he’s been missing for so fucking long. Over these last few years of drug binges and clean ups between them.
Louis pulling back just enough to lick at the trail of blood escaping him and dive back in. Not a rough or sometimes painful suck like happens in bed between them on occasion and not half as violent as what he does to the boys he brings to this condo. Almost gentle and more concern with Armand's own pleasure then Louis. He was trying to milk that pleasure from him. Armand started to feel himself give into it all. Leaning in more and not even continuing to pretense of resistance. No more words about getting up.
Armand started to justify to himself that Louis needs to blood anyways. To heal, to get it out his system. Armand let himself fall and lay on Louis and pant softly with the occasional moan as Louis opens his legs and takes hold of Armand's back side to pull him forward and encourage them both to rock against each other. Louis’ bare skin against his fully clothed body. Quickly growing erections following.
Armand, panting and opening his eyes in pleasure, seeing Louis’ neck so close.
‘Fuck it.’ He thought to himself as he leaned down and his fangs probed out. Sinking into Louis’ neck just as gently as the other had done to him. Louis was much less shy about his moans. Groaning deeply against Armand's neck. The vibration making it all the more exciting. Armand moaned in turn a little louder to share that feeling with Louis. His hips jerking as they exchanged blood.
His eyes widening in alarm with a small gasp when he started to feel it. The drugs in Louis system rushing into his own. Giving Armand only a second to curse himself in his head for the mistake before the ecstasy started to do it’s job and take over his mind and body. Mellowing him out too much to give a damn about taking in those same drugs. Pure pleasure and affection for the man before him settling into his nerves all around from both the bite and the substance. He felt better then he has in fucking years. A sudden realization of why Louis chased this high coming to him. He almost regretted not just agreeing that first time Louis suggested they do it together before going off to find someone else willing to take his place. He felt robbed of sharing this intimacy with him sooner.
Armand was certainly out of his right mind in mere seconds of them going at it. Things felt... sticky between them after a while (a minute had passed? Thirty minutes?). Armand could only hazard a guess that one or both of them had cum and made a mess between them. It didn't’ matter though because their hips kept moving, unconcern with the over stimulation or mess they were making.
Next thing he knew he felt a tugging sensation that seem to ripple through his body from where it started. He was able to tell after a while it was his own hands working on his getting his belt off. Louis doing his part to unbutton Armand’s shirt. Both hurried in their minds but hands moving slow and lazy in practice. A disconnect between their actions and thoughts. The two accepting after a while they had to pull away long enough to get them off before diving back in. Not even biting immediately and instead enjoying lapping lazily at the marks in question. Whimpering when the wounds healed before they had their fill of licking. Biting just for the pure satisfaction to pull back and do the same all over again. That first sensation of biting being yet another high to chase. Stopping only when it got overwhelming and biting properly again.
Armand could swear he could hear music after a while.
I can't believe I let you in and told you all my deepest secrets
You told me I'm expensive, but you treated me the cheapest
Thank God you let me go, I didn't know how much I needed this
Oh, I almost settled for you
Oh, thank God you do what you do
Oh, and now your colors are true
Took me a while, but I knew
I'm so disgusted with you
The television... it was still on. On the musical channel probably. Armand didn’t care too much as he was busy adjusting above Louis’ naked body. Both of them too high to care for proper preparation. Louis was the one to angle him properly and they both groaned as Armand pushed inside. Louis biting into Armand’s neck hard enough to pop a vein at the feeling. Unable to tell if what he was feeling was pain or pleasure, just knowing it took over his mind. The bite only spurring Armand on. He thrusted hard as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His head at an angle for Louis’ ease to keep biting. The bed protesting with creaks and groans. Several dents that weren’t in the wall before were now visible even to his drug ailed mind. Neither of them could care less.
After a while the music started to come back him.
Oh, to think I settled for you
Oh, thank God you do what you do
Oh, and now your colors are true
Took me a while but I grew
I am so disgusted with you
You
You
The music had come back not for the sound itself, nor the lyrics but rather the beat. The rhythm that Armand could now tell Louis was rocking against him to. Pushing back against his thrust on beat. Armand unconsciously moving along with it.
Thank God I dodged a bullet not an arrow shot by cupid
You really had me thinking I was dumb, not even stupid
I'm done with these excuses
You'll never put me through this
I can't
On and on the song went but Armand couldn’t focus on most of the words. He was barely keeping up with the beat in the back ground after a while. All the same... there was one thing he kept getting caught on. One set of lyrics his mind clung to.
I'm so disgusted with you.
Was that what they usually felt for each other? Armand doesn’t think so... but why do they always act like it? Is not what they are doing now, how they cling to each other so desperately, proof that they couldn't feel further from that? Maybe it’s just the drugs clouding his judgement. He doesn’t know anymore. Not like this. Not while doing this and feeling this way. It was too much and not enough. Slow yet oh so fast. He needed a moment to think. He’d do that later. For now, all he could be sure of was one thing:
This was not the song for them.
So even though they moved to it. Rocked to the beat, clung to eat other, gazed at one another's eyes in the few moments their bloody lips left each other's necks... it didn’t mean this represented them. They were so much more than this.
They love each other.