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"Nicolas could you please stop that incessant racket!"
Armand rubbed the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. He had been having a particularly overstimulating day and the mad bowing of violin strings was pushing him over the edge.
"You do not like my music Maître?"
It had sounded broken and genuinely upset. Armand turned around and saw the trembling boy drop his beloved violin to the ground with shaky hands. He had not meant to snap, he knew to be gentler with Nicolas. The poor thing dropped to his knees to pick up the instrument, struggling with the state of his hands as they continued to twitch uncontrollably. Armand rushed over to help him.
"I am sorry Nicolas. I love your music, I am sorry. I did not mean to snap. I am taking my bad day out on you."
He took the violin and handed it back to the other vampire. The poor boy had a tear pooling down his face which, on instinct, Armand wiped, careful to not prick his face with his nail.
"You are upset Maître?"
"Not with you Nicolas. I am sorry for making you cry. I need to calm myself down."
Nicolas looked at him with those mad eyes.
"Can I do anything to help?"
Armand smiled. Oh this precious thing in front of him. How much he ached for his broken mind and wished to free him but he was too endeared by him. He let his hand linger on his face and drew the other to caress the other side.
"You're too kind Nicolas. Perhaps we could sit and you can tell me about what you were playing."
So they sat on the floor together, Nicolas' head in his lap as the boy poured his love of the violin into Armand's ears. He was soothed by the boys fascination for the instrument. He was a precious thing to protect and Armand felt more and more willing to do so everyday.
"You're smiling Maître! Did you enjoy my story?"
Oh the smile resting on his lips was the most glorious of sights. So genuine in his desire to cheer people up was his Nicolas.
"Yes I enjoyed it very much Nicolas. You're so very good to me."
The boy smiled wider.
"I always want to be good for you Maître."
Armand could not help it when he was drawn in to kiss that beautiful smile. He left it as an innocent peck for now, pulling back to watch Nicolas flush so gorgeously.
"My good boy."
He pulled Nicolas to sit up in his lap and ran his fingers through the messy locks sat on the man's head before kissing him again. He allowed this to deepen, tongues dancing together as fangs nicked each other's lips. Nicolas let out a little whimper and Armand melted into him even more, scratching behind his ear like he was a puppy. The puppy leaned into it, little whimpers becoming more desperate now.
"Have I gotten you excited puppy?"
"Yes Maître. Is this okay?"
"More than okay my good boy. You're so precious puppy."
A fit of giggles overtook Nicolas' body. It was beautiful to see him so content knowing the torment he was always in. Armand wished he could always be this full of mirth and excitement. Just as he was about to ask the boy what was so funny, his puppy let out a bark before cackling louder. Armand couldn't help the smile that stretched his lips.
"Your laugh is gorgeous Nicolas. As much as I enjoy it, may I go back to kissing you puppy?"
Nicolas nodded and licked back into his mouth giddily, a few giggles still escaping him. These quickly turned to moans as the boy kissed his master desperately, pushing himself as close to him as possible. He began to rut his hips against Armand's thigh, moans turning to whines as he desperately tried to pleasure himself.
"Let me help you with that puppy."
Armand reached a hand down, sneaking under the layers of fabric coating Nicolas' body to rub his aching cock. His puppy rocked his hips harder and allowed his face to rest in his master's neck, nosing at his jugular and leaving gentle licks. Armand gasped and held his boy closer, feeling his own trousers grow tighter at the desperation. He pulled away briefly and smirked at the desperate whine from Nicolas.
"I am not leaving. I just need more of you puppy; I am getting a little worked up myself."
He undressed himself and the boy, content to watch his puppy sit limply as he was exposed. The second they were both bare, Nicolas dipped down to lick his clavicle before kissing over his chest. When teeth met his sensitive nipple, Armand sucked in a harsh breath and held the boy there. His puppy licked and sucked and nipped but never broke skin. He whined and looked up at Armand through his eyelashes, a beautiful puppy pout.
"What is it puppy?"
"Hungry maman."
Armand stroked his head gently.
"Oh well I cannot let my gorgeous little pup go hungry can I? Come on, feed from your maman."
Teeth sunk into his breast and he moaned as Nicolas drank hungrily from him. He held him close, pressing soft kisses to his head.
"Good boy Nicolas."
When he was done, the boy licked the wound clean and looked up at Armand with pupils blown wide. He smiled and their lips met once more, softer this time. Armand laid his pup down gently onto the wooden floor and peppered kisses over his body; this caused another fit of giggles from his gorgeous boy.
"May I take you puppy? I would like to be inside of you now."
Nicolas nodded desperately.
"Yes maman. Yes maître. I want it, I want you."
Armand smiled and cut his wrist, using the blood to slick his fingers and open his boy gently. Nicolas whined and a few more barks escaped him as the discomfort quickly turned to pleasure.
"Maman... maman..."
Nicolas cried out in short little gasps. Armand soon removed his fingers and rubbed the remaining blood onto his cock. He pulled his pup into his lap once more, sinking into him and moaning at the tight heat. As he began to roll his hips, he praised his boy over and over, pressing soft kisses to his lips. The puppy was overwhelmed, a few more tears dripping down his rosy cheeks as he let out desperate yelps.
"Sh sh sh. Maman is here for you Nicolas. You are making me feel so good. My gorgeous boy, my good puppy."
Nicolas held him closer and allowed himself to release. Armand cooed and praised him over and over, his own thrusts becoming desperate as he drew closer to completion. After a few more rolls of his hips, he emptied himself into his puppy.
They sat there fore a few minutes, panting and exchanging soft kisses. Nicolas soon yawned and let his head fall to Armand's shoulder once more.
"Are you okay Nicolas?"
"Sleepy."
Armand smiled and stood up, gathering his boy into his arms. He hummed gently into his ear as he walked over to Nicolas' coffin, opened the lid and placed the boy gently inside. He want to leave but a hand clasped his own.
"Please..."
"Please what Nicolas?"
"I need maman."
Armand felt his heart soar with love and climbed into the coffin. He felt the boy snuggle instantly into his breast and bite down, suckling from him once more. Armand pressed kisses into his hair as he closed the lid of the coffin, allowing them their privacy in the darkened space. They just about fit together in there, tangled together like a puzzle piece. He smiled as he fed his gorgeous boy.
"Are you happy now maman?"
He smiled.
"Yes beautiful boy, you have cheered maman up perfectly. You're such a sweet thing mon ange. Did you enjoy your meal?"
"Yes maman."
He kissed Nicolas' gently on the lips and rubbed his back soothingly. A yawn escaped the boys mouth.
"Is it nap time gorgeous boy?"
Nicolas giggled and yawned again.
"I think so."
They settled comfortably in each others arms.
"Sleep well my pup. Maman will be here when you arise."