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Hans lies in the grass outside Devil's Den, sweltering in the sun. He's liable to go mad here, he thinks. There's too much time to dwell on things, on nightmares of Suchdol and bodies littering the courtyard. On the wound in his shoulder that will never cease to hurt him, the way he has traded a gilded cage for rickety one made from crumbling plaster and ale stained wood. He will always be trapped somehow, by his own body or by circumstance it doesn't matter. What matters is the relief he finds in the weight of Henry atop him, whispering sharp words mixed with praise into his ear. He is changing, though what he will become he does not know.
And Henry, he is changing too, into a man who can't seem to find peace. Someone who can't be a moment without a job or without a fight.
War, it seems, has altered them both.
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Hans tongue rubs hot on the bone of Henry’s ankle and Henry’s eyes roll back. His cock slides down to rub against the curve of his ass. It teases at his hole and Henry grinds his hips down, as though his will alone could bring Hans back inside him.
“You gonna fuck me or are you gonna sit there and lick my feet like Mutt?” Henry asks through gritted teeth.
Hans lets out a sound that’s half laugh, half ragged breath. “Well, now that you give me the idea…“
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Hans is a grown man. He can take care of himself perfectly fine, could shave his own face, wash his own hose like he did when he was stuck camping outside Trosky. He’s capable just like Henry says.
But it’s not so bad, letting Henry help.
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“Jesus, slow down, would you? If I lose track of the house and you I’m gonna end up sleeping on the damn street,” Daniel says. He jerks at Armand’s belt loop, trying to get his attention. “Hey. Earth to Armand, hello?”
He’s got a flier in his hand, too busy staring at it to pay attention. Some place called the Vault. The ad says it’s relocated, and there’s probably an address on it but it’s covered by Armand’s thumb. In the neon light his bone white skin glows; first warm gold, and then, when the lights change, shocking red.
“What is an S&M club?” Armand asks.
(Going to a Dungeon with the Vampire)
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Daniel's linen shirt is wrinkled where it stretches tight across his chest, top three buttons left open to expose to the glistening plane of his sternum. A lock of blond hair is wet where it touches his forehead, curled from the humidity and Armand aches to push it aside. To drag his fingers through the mess of it. He could drop into Daniel’s lap and do it right now.
Armand folds his arms across his chest. He tracks the way Daniel’s thumb flicks over the switch on the lighter. Once, twice, and then it sparks to life.
“You’re the one who picks these disgusting muggy places to live, not me,” Daniel mutters, smoke crawling from between his lips. “I don’t see why you like this kind of weather so much.”
Daniel and Armand settle in Miami. Spend the evening on a hotel balcony and work out how to work someone dead into a sweat.
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“Did you know that, besides finger prints, dental records are the most identifiable record of a person?”
It’s difficult to see Armand with the light still beaming straight at him.
“Aren’t you a treasure trove of fun facts?” Lestat tries to smile, even goes so far as to huff a bit of air from his nostrils in an attempt at laughter.
Delicate cherub lips twist upwards at the corners, and Lestat can’t tell whether it’s meant to be a smile or a snarl. He doesn’t know which one he wants more. It makes him squirm either way.
“When the flesh is gone,” Armand tucks a stray curl behind his ear. “When the body is burned or bludgeoned beyond recognition, when the fingerprints are rotted away, they look to the teeth to uncover the mystery of death.”
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23 Apr 2024
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“I enjoyed what those men were saying to me,” he says, voice cracking. The words muffle against his knees. “I could imagine it. I wanted them to.”
“Is it very terrible, that you wanted it?”
Amadeo chews on his thumbnail. He looks up at the painting again. After a moment, he lazily points at it with his other hand.
“I think it’s terrible to him.”
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07 Sep 2023
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They had been warned about this sort of thing before.
Fareed had mentioned it, amongst many other things, during the first few treatment sessions. Something about adjusting to a new hormonal cycle. Chemicals in the brain. Neurotransmitters and such. All very scientific, this noble experiment of theirs. A simple matter of biology.
Louis had read about it, too, in those little yellow books back in San Francisco. He’d picked up on it from conversations between strangers dressed in leather, had even gathered the courage one evening to ask a young man more about this term— what it means, what it feels like, how does one recuperate from a…drop.
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19 Jun 2023
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A few months post-Queen of the Damned, Armand finds Daniel alone, avoiding everyone inside the Villa. He and Daniel navigate a night together now that he's gotten what he wanted: immortality.
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02 Jun 2023
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Armand gets Daniel lace panties for his birthday and insists he wear them out to the bar under very tight pants, while Daniel squirms and hopes people don't notice. But if he plays along, he may get rewarded.
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15 May 2023