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Half an hour till curfew. Sam picking up the trash below as Armand scribbles notes up in his usual spot. Tonights performance had been lacking. Irritated he crosses lines and adds comments on the side of the paper.
He crossed his legs and took a deep unneeded breath. Armand felt the annoying presence of his youngest coven member behind him. Santiago was good at blocking his mind, his maker was way more powerful than Armand thought. No problem for him of course. Armand had killed Santiagos maker and now had to deal with his arrogant and selfish fledgeling. "What is it Santiago?", he asked in a sharp tone.
"You seem very stressed, Maitre.".
Armand could feel Santiagos smirk from where he was. Not turning he answered, "you were lacking tonight. I thought you finally got it and now what happened? I thought you wanted to be on stage?"
"Well, Maitre. I was just so distracted today", Armand turns around to look at him. Santiago was leaning against the wall behind him, theatrically shrugging, "your aura, Maitre, is very distracting lately.".
His head tilts down a little, keeping eye contact with Armand, still smirking. "What about my aura is distracting you?" Armand stands up, places the script and pencil on his chair.
Santiago takes a step towards him. "Well, I feel for you, Maitre. I mean, how many years has it been? From what I´ve heard," he takes another step, "you´ve been without a mate for at least a hundred years."
"That, Fledgling, is not your concern!" Armand speaks in a rough tone. He wouldnt let a fledgling treat him like that. Armand had slept with many of his coven members, Celeste and Estelle for example.
Armand was aware of Santiago's reservations about his leadership. Santiago was pushing the boundaries of acceptable behaviour every single night, testing the limits of what was acceptable and questioning Armand’s authority in the process. He also knows that the young Vampire was very attracted to Armand and he sometimes saw pictures coming from Santiagos mind. Armand pressend to a wall in his office, Santiago draining him from behind. Armand on his lap riding the fledgling like theres no tomorrow. Armands mouth moaning out his name with a pale hand in his dark locks.
It irritates him, but it doesnt shock Armand. He knows what he lookes like. Takes advantage of it from time to time. And Santiago was, partially right. Even though he could fuck Celeste whenever he wanted, he hadnt been with a man in ages.
Santiagos voice interrupts his thoughts, "oh I apologize! Im just worried about Maitres mental health" he spoke in a low tone, right hand on his heart. Mocking affection. Santiago now right in front of him.
Armand looks up at him through his lashes, a flirty smirk appears on his lips. His hands move to the buttons on his shirt. "I see, thats so... nice of you, I never thought youd be so caring", he unbuttons it slowly, seductively. He knew he didnt need to, but a little roleplay doesnt hurt right? He decided to teach Santiago a little lesson.
Santiago leans forward, testing if Armand would do something, shove him away maybe. He didnt. Armand knew, men like Santiago liked to be in control. Armand let himself be pressed against the railing. Santiago now caging him with his arms.
Armand prefers giving up contol most the time, but he didnt want to make it easy for Santiago.
The young Vampire moves his head forward, breathing in Armands scent, moving further down to kiss his collarbone, but Armand prevents him from doing so. "So, what do you think would improve my mental health, fledgling?", Armands right hand on Santiagos chin, pushing him slowly away from his exposed torso.
"Im sure you know exactly whats on my mind", Santiago grips the hand on his chin and kisses Armands palm, "but I see, you want me to say it out loud".
He kisses along Armands wrist and forearm, not breaking eye contact. "I plan on making you feels so good, that youll forget all the bad things in the world, make you forget the insignificant hours you spent with Celeste and make you forget you even liked women." His hand moves to Armands face, holding his head, tilting it upwards. "Give you what you need, make love to you. I know you prefer... men."
Santiagos eyes bore into him. Armand could smell the lust on the blonde man. He wisperes to him, "Do you really think I would let you make love to me?".
The fledging lets out a short loud laugh, "if you prefer, I could just fuck you senseless, Maitre!". "Yeah? You think you can fuck me without falling in love with me? I know you like what you see, I saw it in your mind" Armand leans in and wispers into Santiagos ear, "your filthy, little fantasies. Dont underestimate my beauty, fledgling".
Santiagos hands slide the Shirt down Armands slender shoulders, "I think I´ll be just fine" he murmurs. Eyes on Armands exposed chest. He throws it to the side, hands quickly back on his Maitre, grabbing his forearms and crossing them behind his back, pulling Armand to himself. Their bodies collide. Santiago lets out a growl and brings his lips to Armands throat, leaving wet marks and bruises. Armand leans back to give him better access, he feels the force of Santiago holding his hands in place. It would break a mortals bones for sure, but its nothing to Armand. He decides to play into it a little, weakly "tries" to free himself, struggles against the other Vampires hold. Santiagos grip tightens, bruises forming on Armands wrists, a gasp escaping his lips. Santiago lets himself fall to his knees and forces Armand down with him. His mouth moves up now, licking its way to Armands lips. "Open up, Maitre", the man said, not waiting for Armand to respond. He kisses him with force, entering his mouth and exploring with his tongue. Armand pulls away. Breathing heavily, he looks at Santiago. The blond man just a few centimeters away from his face, looking hungry, he can feel it. Armand succeeds again. He was in control. Armand licked his lips and continued with his act, innocent puppy eyes stared at the pale Vampire. Santiago couldnt hold it, he pushes Armand on his back and straddles him, his hands roaming over Armands body. Biting down on Armands nipples, drawing little moans from Maitres lips.
Armand missed this. Santiago was right. His head bend to the side, eyes pressed shut, hand over his mouth to silence his gasps. Santiago stopped, sits up. He rips his shirt of his body, "dont pretend youre shy, Maitre." Armand can feel his perverted smile, "everyone here knows what you sound like when you fuck, then why not let them hear you get fucked?".
Santiago grabs Armands hands and stands up, pulling the smaller Vampire with him and pushes him hard into the wall.
His lips on Armand, kissing him vigorously. Santiago opens Armands belt and his pants. slides them down his legs. Armand steps out and kicks them away, his right hand pulling santiagos hair, the other on his stomach, feeling his abs.
Santiago brings his leg forward against Armands groin. Both moan into the kiss. Armand pulls Santiago back, but he brings his knee up, pushing it against Armands hard cock, it was painful. Santiago laughs, "you seem to enjoy my attention, I think we need a little privacy dont you think?", he brings his arm under Armands behind and picks him up, "where are you taking me?" Armand asks with a slight tremble in his voice.
"Your office, I dont like fucking in an open space like this.", "No, the storage room." the smaller Vampire commands. Santiago looks up at him,"oooh, kinky! I like it! As you wish, Maitre.".
The young Vampire walkes down the stairs. Sam silently picks up the last peace of trash, a bucket with some popcorn still inside and shoves it into the trashbag. He doesnt make eye contact with either Armand or Santiago and rushes down the stairs to the coffin room. Armand couldnt care less. Santiago also seems to be rather indifferent and now uses his vampiric speed to get to the storage room. The door opens and Armand expects Santiago to throw him to the ground, but it doesnt happen. Santiago closes the door and leans Armands back on the wall, Still holding him in one arm. His Head now right at Armands lower belly. He licks across and kisses every part he can reach, his other hand now finding its way to Armands cock. Santiago feels so good around Armand, pumping him now steadily while marking his hip bone. Armand is holding on to Santiagos shoulders, panting and moaning, he was close already. Santiago pumps faster and faster until Armand cums in his hand, the smaller man falling over his shoulder, breathing heavily. "Youre wasting my time, fuck me already", Armand says, knowing exactly that it would irritate Santiago, and it did. He let Armand fall down on the floor. "Oh! Im wasting your time?", he pulls his belt out and throws in on Armand. "Then I´ll better hurry, dont want Maitre to punish me and bury me next to my fucking maker!", he said very loudly, almost shouting.
Santiago quickly removes his pants, and moves to cover Armand with his body. His own cock hard and leaking with pre cum. He takes the belt and ties Armands hands over his head. "You think this can restrain me, fledgling?" Armand hissed up at him. "Take it off then, Maitre." his hand grips the dark curls, pulling them towards himself a little, "but I know you like it, now turn around like the whore that you are or take it off and leave, darling", Santiago growls.
Armand rolls over. A whore. thats what he was. Is. His mind closes. He felt Santiago sitting down on his thighs. It made Armand mad, sad and even sick. Hearing that word. But not enough to stop the blond Vampire.
Santiago spread Armands cheeks and spits on his hole. "My appologies but I didnt hide any lube in this random dirty little room, I hope you can...", "just do it you Bastard!", Armand pushes himself up on his elbows and looks back at Santiago,
the blond man now fuming. Armand was distracted, his mind calling him a whore over and over again, his stomach hot, cock leaking, pressed into the cold ground. He didnt realize Santiagos hand coming towards his head. Grabbing his hair and slamming his head into the stone beneath him. Hot blood gushing out of Armands nose, a puddle on the ground. Pain. Confusion. Anger rises in him but it gets buried deep in his mind as Santiago pushes into him. Not slowly. Right hand on Armands shoulder the other on his arm. Armand let out a loud wail. He could stop this any time, he knew. Saniago laughs and does it again. Pulls out almost completely and slams back in. Another cry runs from Armands lips. His nose already starting to heal, but still throbbing with pain. Santiago moves Armands hips up so that he can enter even deeper. He bottoms out and leans in to whisper into the smaller mans ear, "youre sick, you like this, you wouldnt let me do this if you didnt like it." he stops to bite the earlobe in front of him, to suck on it, lick the back of Armands neck. "I like that about you... ,Maitre", he starts to fuck into Armand now, slow, torturing Armand.
Armand is panting. Santiago breathing heavily on top of him. Pushing him into the ground. Armand is on the edge, panic in his lower stomache. He wants to touch himself. End it, cum and leave. But something keeps him from doing so. Keeps him from ripping the belt around his hands and slitting Santiagos throat. Armand moans in surprise as Santiago grips his cock and holds it tight. His hand moves over Armands dick, he lets out a little cry. Armand cums with force all over the floor. Hes shaking, his mind foggy, his hole tightening around Santiago, who is now fucking faster. Armand is overstimulated, shaking, trying to move, turn.
"Stop squirming!" Santiago grits his teeth, pulls Armand back into him. He puts his entire weight on Armands back now. Nails digging into his skin, fucking relentlessly until he cums a few minutes later. Armand doesnt move. He pulls out and lets out a satisfied laugh. Santiago got what he wanted, but Armand was not done with him. Santiago stood up, tuned around to pick up his pants. He put it on and walked towards the door. It did not open. "What th..", Armand rips the belt of his hands and pins the bigger Vampire to the door with supernatural speed. The next second his fangs were out and sank into Santiagos neck. Armand held his arms in place and drank without mercy. His pupils dialating, listening to Santiagos heartbeat. It gets slower, and slower. Armand savours it. He drinks and takes what he deserves. Satiago whimpers weakly, his body sliding down, the door. Armand stops. Watches The blond man slide and hit the ground. He takes his hand and pulls his limp body away from the door and walkes out. Santiago wouldnt die from this, but he would suffer. After the coven rise tonight, Armand will tell them to go and feed Santiago, so that everyone sees him like this, this would be enough to put a dent in his ego, Armand was sure. He walkes down the stairs to his office, wipes the blood from his face and lays down in his coffin. Maybe, it will also make Santiago mad enough to fuck Armand again, who knows. Armand wouldnt mind, nothing could destroy him. No action, no word, not the sun or anything else. He was fine. It was all fine.