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Post by Dorian Gray on Aug 2, 2008 0:25:50 GMT -5
*A lecherous smile grew on Dorian's face, as he leaned toward Armand.*
"Gladly."
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Post by Armand on Aug 2, 2008 0:38:05 GMT -5
Armand moved closer, one arm slipping languidly around Dorian's shoulders. The other rested against the other man's chest, or somewhere in that vicinity. Light enough now, but easily turned into a grip of iron, if need be.
Armand ducked his head away from a kiss, burying his face in the man's neck instead. His eyes drifted to half-mast, his lips resting against the tender skin of the throat. Beneath his lips blood pulsed, the strong salty smell of the man's blood and skin drowning out any lingering opium smoke, but Armand didn't bite- yet.
This was one of the things he enjoyed, that he thought all vampires might enjoy. The warmth- the heat. Armand pulled Dorian closer, basking in it.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Aug 2, 2008 1:09:11 GMT -5
*The touch of his cool skin was a small shock to Dorian's lust heated body. He shivered involuntarily as Armand's lips touched the hot skin of his neck.
Through the haze of drugs and lust, he vaguely registered something familiar in this- the caress of a body that seemed to draw heat away in its touch...*
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Post by Armand on Aug 2, 2008 1:16:02 GMT -5
Armand's lips parted. Small, kittenish fangs, usually so easily hidden, touched the skin of Dorian's neck. The hand on Dorian's chest slid down to his waist and then to his back.
Armand bit, his arms locking around the other man with sudden, surprising strength.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Aug 2, 2008 12:42:26 GMT -5
*Dorian stiffened, letting out a gasp of surprise and pain as the vampire's fangs pierced his skin. Of course- this was why it was all so familiar...
"You're not so polite as the last of your kind I met," *he hissed, trying to pull back from Armand's grip.*
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Post by Armand on Aug 2, 2008 21:15:28 GMT -5
Armand's arms tightened around Dorian as the human struggled. Armand fed with an intense, single-minded determination- this was to be no little drink. He would feel the death of the man in his arms.
Dimly, he heard the human saying something. His eyes fluttered, pulling himself up a little from the rush of hot blood in his mouth.
On the contrary. I could have just ripped your throat out-
Talking aloud was a waste of good blood.
But...
Who have you met?
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Post by Dorian Gray on Aug 2, 2008 21:24:26 GMT -5
*Dorian was... almost sure that the vampire wouldn't be able to kill him like this. Still, it would be most inconvenient for him to lose all of his blood.*
"Let go of me and I'll tell you," *he gasped, chancing a bargain.*
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Post by Armand on Aug 2, 2008 21:40:22 GMT -5
The pressure of the bite slackened. Armand held his mouth against it until the blood flow slowed, then his bloody mouth moved upwards, to Dorian's ear. His grip, however, didn't slacken at all.
"You underestimate me," he whispered. "You sound like you're grasping at straws. Who says I won't kill you anyways? I don't care who's shared my meal before."
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Post by Dorian Gray on Aug 2, 2008 21:52:04 GMT -5
*Dorian would have countered with the fact that killing him would likely be more difficult than he thought, but he knew he would be wasting his breath. He hesitated a moment before dropping the name- what if this was the same auburn haired vampire who'd made his life hell? But, of course, self-preservation took priority as always.*
"I know one named Johannes," *he offered.* "And Daniel."
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Post by Armand on Aug 2, 2008 21:59:48 GMT -5
Armand's fingers clenched, a low breath hissing out of him. He stood up abruptly, dragging Dorian with him by the scruff of his shirt. "Fortunately for you," he said, his voice brittle and cold. "You've caught my interest. Come outside and tell me about Daniel."
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Post by Dorian Gray on Aug 2, 2008 22:10:02 GMT -5
"If you'll let go of my shirt," *Dorian said looking down at Armand's hand with disdain,* "I might consider it."
*So it was the same. Armand, had he called him?*
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Post by Armand on Aug 2, 2008 22:17:15 GMT -5
Without any change in expression, Armand let Dorian go. The hand that had been clutching his shirt wrapped around an arm, instead- this one was not getting away.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Aug 2, 2008 22:23:39 GMT -5
*Dorian smiled indulgently, and began heading for the door as id they were only taking a stroll.*
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Post by Armand on Aug 2, 2008 22:28:42 GMT -5
(( I assume we can just continue in this thread; it's not like we need to make one for the street outside, is it. ))
He was not going fast enough. Armand set a brutal pace, taking light, quick steps that nevertheless put them at the door within seconds.
]Finally.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Aug 2, 2008 22:32:53 GMT -5
((Yeah, no need for that.))
"You could be a little more patient, friend. I'm a little dizzy," *he said, stalling simply for the purpose of being infuriating.*
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