The Worst in Me

by Nightcrawler247

Summary:

Armand doesn't sleep much so he spends a lot of his time watching Louis sleep.

One night he notices Louis might be having a nightmare and peaks into his dream only to learn it's a wet dream. More like a memory of his time with Lestat.

A jealous Armand decides to edit that dream.

Chapter 1

"...."

"...."

"Armand."

"Yes, Love."

"I can't fall asleep with you staring at me like that." 

"I'd think you'd be use to it by now."

Louis chuckled tiredly and moved over closer to him.

"Okay, look at least do this." Louis said, adjusting them. There's no way he could sleep on his back with Armand prompting his head up and staring down at him. 

Instead he turned them on their side and wrapped Armand's arms around him from the back. That way Arnand could stare all he wanted but Louis wouldn't notice it as much.

"Better?" Armand asked and Louis gave a tired hum.

Quickly sinking into Morpheus embrace.

 

Chapter 2

Some might think that watching your lover sleep at night would be a rather boring way to spend a great deal of your time.  

Which Armand could understand that. It’s not like he just enjoyed watching just anyone sleep at night. There was just something particularly special about Louis. His looks alone were enough reason to get caught up in staring for hours. Louis was, after all, devastatingly handsome. That wasn’t all though. Louis had given Armand permission to dive into his dreams on occasion.  

He’d done so rather early on in their relationship. During some of the first few days they slept together Armand realized very soon, Louis had incredibly active dreams at times. So vivid and loud that sometimes it was active work not to listen in rather than the other way around. He felt it was a bit intrusive though, so he told Louis about it. After confirming that it was nothing particularly invasive of his property Louis had said he didn’t mind if Armand listened in.  

They even experimented a bit. Decided to see how far one could dive in when the recipient was preceptive and welcoming. They found, when Louis made an active effort to let Armand in, they could actually share a dream in a way. Like having their own private space. It made for incredibly intimate moments between them. It was one thing to share stories of each other’s past but another to lucid dream and to show how you perceived those moments. Perhaps it was that ability that helped them get so close so fast.  

No-a-days it was less utilized between them. There was little else to share after all. When your with someone so long, you become extensions of each other. There was very little that Louis does not know of Armand and that Armand does not know of Louis. Now, Armand mainly used his ability to disrupt that rare nightmare in Louis, when he wasn’t able to wake himself first.  

Something he was contemplating doing right now as he watch Louis’ usually still beautiful face flinch and twitch once again.  

Armand frowned as a small noise that sounded distressed escaped Louis. His lead titled as he adjusted to look down at the man swaddled in his arms. His worried settling in more when Louis shoulder twitched as well. Armand hummed concerned before laying down and hugging Louis more firmly. Closing his own eyes and concentrating. His nose pressed against Louis’ nape. He calmed his breathing and forced sleep so that he could slip into Louis’ dream. So that he could put an end to the suspected nightmare.  

He was close to sleeping away when he heard something that was unmistakably a moan leave Louis’ lips.  

His eye lids flipped open on instinct and his brow frowned. He batted his eyes confused and lifted again. Taking another look at Louis and another soft and definitely pleasured sigh leave him. His concerned turned to that of amusement as he realized what he was hearing was no nightmare. Those were the other sounds Louis let out in bed. Armand couldn’t help a huff of amusement.  

Maybe he should still take a peak anyways? Could be pretty fun. They didn’t often experiment that way, if ever. Dream sharing started as such and emotion thing for them the idea never came up but... being faced with a humming Louis tossing a bit in his arms, can Armand be blamed for thinking about it?  

“...ah...” Louis gave an audible breath intake as his lips slipped apart.  

Okay, Armand was going in. He fell back down and assumed his earlier position. Struggling to calm himself while fighting his anticipatory smile. Thankfully he managed to slip into that darkness after but a few moments.  

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Armand’s senses came in one at a time.  

First was touch. He could feel, as he sat in a velvet armchair. Something older and definitely vintage by the shape. Next came his sense of sight. He was looking from a corner, sat in the dark, towards an elegant room reminiscent of the late 1800s. It was well detailed given this was a dream. Usually, they lacked details because the brain didn’t find it all that necessary. Though Armand being here could be pushing both their minds to fill in the blanks that may have previously been present.  

Sound coming to him was what made him draw his attention to the large bed in the center of the room. That in the obvious flailing of bodies behind the half open bed frame curtains. The heated soft gasps and moans along with the shuffling of sheets was undeniable. Armand head tilted interested and a smirked quirked up on his lips.  

That is until he saw a familiar mop of blonde hair.  

He rolled his eyes immediately and deflated in his chair disappointed at his saw the annoying Frenchmen. His mild aggravation at he looked on was not accompanied by shock at all. If there is one thing that both Armand and Louis have been open about when it came to Lestat it was that the physical attraction to the man never really went away for either of them. So, of course there was bound to be some weak moments, especially in ones sleep. That being said, the pleasant night that Armand was expecting was ruined.  

He lifted his elbow on the arm chair and his legs on the seat. Letting his chin drop into his palm with a pout as he watched anyways. He was here already, why not?  

He focused on Louis. His pleasure always being a pleasant sight even when it was caused by the bane of his existence. The way he sighed, and turned into the touches. How he took charge even as he was the one being doted on. The way he just pulled up in. That gorgeous shine of his skin under the ambient lamp light. They don’t see that often in their modern housing. When Lestat moved quickly and held the back of Louis neck so that he could tilt his head back and latch his fangs to it... the unrestrained moan he gave in return sucked Armand into the moment.  

“Je t'aime.” Lestat said passionately as he pulled away so that they could share in a bloodied kiss. Armand eyes narrowed in contemplation as he took int he room once again. Noting the consistency in the detail. The way that everything seemed to be playing out as almost like a script. Dreams, typically, were a bit more chaotic than this when they weren’t being guided. Louis clearly didn’t know he was dreaming right now, having not noticed Armand yet, and Armand certainly wasn’t controlling it.  

This wasn’t just a dream... it was a memory .  

That was an emotionally conflicting realization for him. Carnal desire was one thing but to look on and see that what was happening was something deeper, something from the times of real affection between the two, it was more painful. Surpassing annoying and even jealousy inducing. Armand clenched and unclenched his fist.  

No longer sat bored but rather invested in the scene again. Armand felt a stir of lust replace earlier annoyance and that jealousy from before fade in favor of a challenge brewing in his head instead. His smirk returned as he lifted from his chair. Now noticing, that he was draped in what he knew to be Louis’ favorite dark red silk robe on him and nothing else underneath. Armand let it hang open as he came over to the unnoticing duo. He couldn’t erase this memory but perhaps he could turn it to something more acceptable.  

As Armand came over and let his knee sink into the bed, he broke the enmeshment of Louis and Lestat in each other. He saw as the surprise entered both their eyes briefly. Not enough to break the illusion that was the dream, Louis still wasn’t lucid, but enough to rest it in a way. To give opportunity for it to change and to adapt to the new circumstances. So long as it wasn’t too jarring, it didn’t even have to break the flow of the events.  

So, Armand leaned down and took Lestat’s face in hand before meeting his lips with the others in a passionate embrace. Missing the heat that entered Louis’ eyes but able to guess it was there. He knew his lover's kinks. Louis had asked to hear the story of how Armand and Lestat got together enough times for Armand to realize he was more interested in hearing about their little side shows they put on in the booths when the passion hit them then actually hearing any other part again. Armand, after while, had responded by including far more graphic details of those events when questioned.  

Guess it was about time he give a glimpse of that show, huh?  

Once he had Lestat thoroughly breathless Armand leaned over and down to do the same to Louis who met him in his passion. Armand was careful not to ignore the phantom Lestat. He reached out and his hand ran through the blonde’s hair, down his chest and in between his legs. All the while still kissing Louis, who had a firm grip on the side of his face pulling him in. Armand felt as one of Lestat’s hands seemed to go down his back, as if in motion to remove his robe, he felt as it faded from existence. An unintentional reminder to himself that this was a dream.  

Armand pulled away from the kiss and let his hands switch in a way. Turning to make out with Lestat over Louis, providing a great view, as he started rubbing away at Louis’ erection. Just making sure it was there and ready. You had to do that when the things around you weren’t real. He didn’t bother hiding the open way his eyes stayed locked on Louis’ heated watching gaze even as he lavished more attention on Lestat for the moment. All three of them letting out intentional moans or groans of pleasure.  

After a while, Armand got fed up with the old taste of Lestat. He wanted something more promising. He pulled away with a smack of their lips and felt as Louis raised his arms to wrap around him in welcome as their lips met. He saw from the corner of his eyes as Lestat went down. Going to trail kisses up Louis’ leg, letting his tongue and fangs brush his skin, until he rested between his legs. Easily engulfing Louis in his mouth.  

Not far behind, Armand pulled away and felt as Louis tried to go back in for a kiss but Armand chose instead to make quick work with his tongue and own kisses going to the side of his face and then neck. Licking away what Lestat left behind until it faded entirely before biting down hard enough to hurt with his own fangs. Louis let out a guttural groan when Armand’s teeth sunk in just as Lestat swallowed around him. Louis scratched his sharp nails down Armand’s back as he panted hard enough for Armand to feel his chest heave beneath him. Biting his bottom lip uselessly to try and lower the noises. He was never one to get too loud in bed in the beginning. That old shame preventing him from fully letting go in the beginning. Still trying to hold back until the pleasure completely overwhelmed him.  

It all continued until he felt Louis shift and shiver beneath him a shaky breath leaving him as his hips thrust up while his back arched. His arms pulling Armand in even more. His hand on the back of his neck as he tugged at his hair like he was stuck between wanting to pull him off or push him closer. His leg shook only slightly as he finally came with a loud huff of a moan. It was only as he was finishing that Armand noticed that Lestat had been stroking him as well through it all. He was so caught up in Louis that he hadn’t noticed.  

He did notice though, as he pulled back the change in Louis. The man’s head titled back still as he panted to catch his breath, eyes closed. He saw as Louis’ hair was different now. Before it was the short cut waves he had previously when this memory took place. Now it was back to what Louis preferred today. A bit longer and twisted. A fusion of both his memory and dream taking place.  

Armand fingers ran through that slightly longer hair. His face relaxed and smile loving as he placed bloody soft kisses along his chin and face. Louis returning them and holding him back. Armand could feel as he was already hard once again. The beauty of being in a dream, there was no wait time between orgasms like in real life. Armand chuckled softly against Louis’ lips at that realization. Louis chuckling as well but seemingly more for the sweet relaxation of the moment.  

Ruined only when Lestat crawled his way up from the bottom of the bed. Seemingly going in for a kiss of his own. Lean in a way that it could have been either Armand or Louis that met him in the lip locking. No longer into the farce, Armand frowned before raising a hand and mushed Lestat’s face away. Making the phantom memory of the vampire faded away as he fell off the bed. Not even hitting the ground as he just disappeared into thin air. He wanted Louis’ full attention now.  

That action along with his climax seemed to snap something into place for Louis.  

“So, I’m dreaming huh?” Louis said, his mind coming to realize what was going on in his post nut clarity. Smiling at Armand who rested on his chest and smiled back. Suddenly feeling weightless in a way that only happen in his dreams.  

“Yep.” Armand said popping the p and kissing his lips softly. Louis chuckled against those soft lips. The events just happen far more amusing to him now. Armand can claim all he wants he never get’s jealous but Louis will take this tonight's events as further evidence of that being a lie.  

He didn’t mind though as he hugged his lover back both in his mind and unknowingly out in the real world.  

“You know... if we’re going to lucid dream anyways, why not do something we can’t in the real world?” Louis asked and Armand raised a brow.  

“What, like fly to the moon?” Armand teased softly and Louis snorted at the question.  

“Something like that.”  

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The warming touch of the sun and unreplaceable brightness of the light around them was exactly like that in the real world.  

The memories of Louis past in the sun and Armand’s remembrance of the sensation being replicated by their minds perfectly in the dream. The choice to be resting on their beach villa roof top was maybe over the top and even a little over whelming even in a dream. A nagging instinct in Louis telling him he was not meant to be in the sun like this. That he was playing with fire while doing so.  

Yet.... all it served to do, while he and Armand rested in the rays, was further exhilarate them both and the moment they now shared.  

Notes:

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 28 of All My Interview With The Vampire Stories