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The bathroom of the auction hangar is smaller than Armand anticipated but it makes being slammed against the wall more intense. He gasps, lips pressing to his mouth with a fervent hunger. Armand moans and when Louis pulls back to look at him, there is lust and frustration in his eyes.
"I fucking hate you," Louis says, pulling Armand towards the sink. There is no malice or hatred in his voice, only desire. He rips Armand's coat open, followed by his belt.
"Yes," Armand pants. Whether he's agreeing or encouraging, he's unsure. His head is filled with air and he'd float away if Louis' deft fingers weren't moving down the front of his pants.
Louis' hand moves down his open fly and inside the waistband of his underwear. Armand's hands grip either side of the sink and shifts one thigh up, half sitting back on the porcelain to give Louis more room.
"You hate me?" Louis asks, fingers finding their mark. He rubs Armand's clit with a firm touch. "Say it, Armand."
Armand moans louder, letting his head loll back hard enough that he hits the mirror. "I hate you, Louis," he pants. No bite. No anger. Just need.
Louis chuckles. "You're wet. You pre-game with Daniel? He know you're fucking me?"
"Yes," Armand hisses. "Said I need this out of my system."
Louis' laughs, sinking two fingers inside of him. The intrusion makes Armand moan, pressing back against the mirror. He fingers Armand and there is a haunted familiarity between them. A distant memory of what they once had.
He breathes harder, a sharp smile on his face. "Hate you," he pants. "Fuck you."
Louis grabs his hair and hauls him in for a kiss. His fingers work Armand faster and the bathroom echos with the effort. Armand can't hold back the noises Louis yanks out of him. He's putty— malleable and warm.
Louis' fingers finally brush his g spot. The noise he makes doesn't even sound human. Louis grins. "That's it. Keep talking shit while I've got you on edge."
Armand whines. He'd spoken to Daniel about the tension between him and Louis rising as they worked together. The auction had been their chance to weasel a concerted effort into buying Lestat's work. But the time leading up to tonight had been intense and filled with both snappy quips and flirty looks.
Daniel, being Daniel, had jokingly suggested he fuck Louis about it. Until Armand came home one night and jerked off in a fantasy about it. Then, the conversation turned serious.
We're vampires. We've got eternity. I don't expect monogamy. As long as you come home to me, I'm not threatened by Louis.
Daniel's words echo in his mind until a third finger has him yelling. Louis kisses his neck and Armand's vision tunnels. His cries grow louder and louder.
"You gonna come?" Louis asks. He presses closer and he can feel Louis' desperate bulge.
"Louis, Louis," he pants.
"That's it, Armand. Come all over me, you fucking asshole."
Armand slams his head back against the mirror as he comes. The pleasure is immense and his release makes the room's light's flicker. Louis' grin is wide and filled with pride. He works Armand through the orgasm before he pulls his hand free, licking his fingers clean.
Armand is boneless after, panting, and barely holding himself half on the sink. The leg braced against the floor shakes. "That's it?" he asks, unable to stop from being bratty.
Louis grabs his hair and shoves him against the mirror. "If you don't shut up, I'll shove your head through this fucking mirror and see if we can balance out your face."
Armand laughs and they kiss again. "Your turn," he whispers.
Louis pulls Armand to him before turning him around. He shoves Armand forward, making him bend at the waist. His pants are pulled down and Louis' cock pushes inside of him.
Armand sees stars.
He reaches to brace one hand on the glass and the other grips the sink. Louis fucks him at a brutal pace. The bathroom fills with the sounds and smells of their efforts. There will be no hiding what they did in this tiny bathroom.
Louis grabs his hair and pulls it while they fuck. "Missing an eye and you're still ethereal. Fuck you."
Armand's laughter turns into a long moan. He watches Louis' face, noting how pleased Louis seems. They both needed this, it hadn't just heen him.
"Says one of the most beautiful men I've seen," Armand pants.
Louis meets his gaze in the mirror. "Sounded like a compliment."
"After Daniel, of course," he adds.
"Yeah. There it is." Louis slams his cock deep inside of Armand and stays there as he comes. "You can drip down your leg the whole fuckin' way back to your freaky, kink island."
Armand smiles, content and pleased. "Jealous of Daniel, Louis? He'll clean me out on the way home."
Louis slowly releases the grip on Armand's curls and pulls out. He pauses to look at the mess they've both made of Armand's cunt. There's a satisfied grin on his face as he helps Armand right his clothing.
Armand turns around and they're inches apart, staring, pupils blown out. They both pant and take a moment to recover from this tryst.
"Does that satisfy?" Armand asks.
Louis nods. Some of the tension that had built over time slackens. There's now breathing room. Maybe now they can focus when they're in the same room.
There is no parting kiss or lingering touch. Louis grabs his discarded cane and they both exit the bathroom. Louis, ever the gentleman, walks Armand to his private jet. Armand turns to face him as they arrive.
"Hope your plane crashes," Louis says even as he caresses Armand's face. His thumb gently rubs just beneath the eyepatch along his cheek. His voice is softer than the words suggest.
"Hope your evening is misery," Armand whispers in return. He brings Louis in for a lustful kiss.
They both know they aren't done with the other. They part, with Armand moving up the stairs and Louis walking toward his own plane to head home. Armand pauses. He almost calls Louis back. Armand knows he's lonely without Lestat.
You are welcome on Night Island whenever you like, Louis he tells him as he steps through the doorway.
Daniel is sitting and scrolling on his phone. He looks up and they exchange curious looks.
"You good?" Daniel asks.
Armand nods, moving to sit by his companion. "Yes. It was a needed explosion between us."
"Good," Daniel replies. "Now, hold still Boss, I'm on cleanup duty."
Armand smiles. Louis' voice embraces him as Daniel goes to his knees. I'll think about it.
Armand lifts his hips as Daniel pulls his slacks down. He settles in, hand resting on Daniel's head.
You are lonely, Louis… Let us ease your loneliness, don't be stubborn.
He hears Louis sigh and then they separate. But he knows Louis will make the effort. Armand closes his eyes and relaxes. Daniel buries his face between his thighs and Armand is home.