SPEC: INTO THE NIGHT (RPG)
Part 7, Posts 101-110


Warning: This section of the RPG contains explicit material and is not
recommended for those under the age of 18.


POST No 101/Daniel

Daniel ran to Armand. He knew where he was by reading Lestat's mind. It
seemed they were in the midst of yet another confrontation. As soon as he
saw them he yelled for Armand. He had Daniel in his arms in a flash. "What
is it? Why do you look so wild?" Armand asked, gently shaking him. "The
mortal woman....I...I killed her." Daniel said, and for some reason he was
fighting back tears. "So what?" Lestat said as he sauntered over to them.
Armand threw him an angry glance. "She....she knew what we were......before
I took her. All of those faces...her family...friends...all of them" he
couldn't even finish. He buried his face in Armand's neck. "Shhhh..."
Armand soothed. "Let's find some lodging for the morning and get you some
rest" "But, Armand..." "Yes....yes...you can tell me all about it later."
Lestat laid a hand on Armand's shoulder, which he promptly shrugged off.
"There is no need to leave the flat, Armand." he smiled charmingly. "No
matter what I think of you, I like Daniel." he said...raising his eyebrows.
"Planning to seduce my fledgling, eh?" Armand asked, more teasingly than
anything. Lestat studied them a moment, then smiled, his fangs gleaming in
the moonlight. "He wouldn't have me, Armand. He's completely in love with
you." and with that...he started to leave. "Lestat.." Armand
called.."Please tell Marius I had to go back to the flat. We can talk there
later, if he wishes." Lestat nodded his answer. Daniel watched all of
this...taking it in....but not understanding.....it wasn't until they were
back at the flat...and Armand was undressing him for a bath that he
realized....Marius was here....he wanted to talk with Armand. What did it
mean? He closed his eyes as Armand's hands caressed his body, his hair, his
mouth. The water was running..... and it was all Daniel could do to keep
his eyes open...but the story..he had to tell Armand about Melisande. He
heard her voice again... "What have you done to me, Daniel?" He put his
hands to his head at the thought. What had he done to her? He didn't know
himself.

POST No 102/Armand

He was with Daniel at the flat. His fledging had come so upset that Armand
forgot his own worries and only wanted to take care of him and ease his
pain. That girl, Melisande, she had always been a source of trouble for
them both. Armand knew about her sister, the prey he brought for Daniel so
long ago. And that was the reason he never wanted to talk with his fledging
about it. And now, Daniel knew it all and was in so much pain. He let the
warm water run down his fledging's body, while he caressed his skin. Daniel
seemed to be calm already, but suddenly he put his hands to his head, a
moan escaping from his lips.
"What is it my beloved?" Armand asked, concern in his voice.
"The girl Armand, she knew me, he was her sister... remember my first
kill?" tears were rolling down Daniel's cheeks now.
"I know beloved, that's what I wanted to get her out of our lives."
"And that is why you could not kill her?" Daniel saw the possibility of
getting more information from Armand and could not let it go.
"There's another reason. I could not kill her because I killed her friend
long ago. But now I regret not killing her." his eyes were sad now.
"Maybe she is already dead...." mused Daniel, his eyes misted again.
"Forget about her my love" said Armand, and he began to undress himself.
"Let's think only in ourselves for a change, in our love. Armand got
himself into the tub and began to kiss Daniel while he washed him. His
forehead, his closed eyes, his mouth. Suddenly he felt Daniel's arms close
around him with a strength he did not now Daniel had. He deepened the kiss
and pressed his body closer to his fledging's. Daniel's hands were on
Armand's back now, caressing his maker's skin. 'Mine', he thought, 'he is
mine and I will never let him go.'

POST No 103/Daniel

Daniel was exhausted, but Armand's hands...the closeness of his body...the
delicious scent of him sent him into a frenzy. He kissed every part of his
lover's body he came in contact with. His shoulder...his eyelids...his
hair...and finally his lips. He explored Armand's mouth with his
tongue...deliberately cutting it on his teeth so that his blood spilled
into Armand's mouth. The blood sent them both into a frenzy of kissing and
sucking. Daniel moaned and lowered his mouth to Armand's neck...he
teasingly bit and nipped right at the vein....and smiled when Armand made
soft sounds of pleasure. Daniel ran his hands all over his lover. That
alibaster skin...so hard yet yielding. He caressed Armand's chest....his
stomach...and lower. Armand had fed recently and the blood was all rushing
to the hard on Daniel was causing. Daniel followed his hands whith his
mouth... hesitating only a moment before he took him into his mouth.
Armand's eyes flew open in shock. In all their time together ....never had
Daniel done this. But soon all thoughts were lost as Daniel slowly moved
back and forth...sucking with his lips and tongue. Armand through his head
back and moaned as the water beat down on them both, washing away the blood
sweat from their cold hard bodies. He arched his hips in spite of
himself...thrusting deeper into his lover's mouth, and braced himself for
the climax soon to come.

POST No 104/Armand

He was shocked when Daniel took him into his mouth, he almost started to
argue about it, but then all thoughts were gone and only the pleasure
remained. He buried his nails in Daniel's back, moaning as his fledging
continued the sucking. And when Armand thought he could stand no more
Daniel bit hard drawing blood. Soon he was trembling and weak in Daniel's
arms, so much that he almost passed out. Then was that his fledging let go
and guided him to his own throat. Armand drank greedily, feeling the hot
blood of Daniel fill his mouth, his limbs, his strength returning. Daniel
was caressing his entire body under the hot water and soon made his way to
Armand's slim neck and sank slowly his fangs in it. The pleasure then came
to them in successive waves until they reached both their peak at the same
time.

POST No 105/Melisande

Everything was a dim fog around me as I struggled to remain conscious.
Vampires, I thought sullenly. First they kill your sister, then your best
friend, then they start to kill you and run away before it's certain.
I'm not terrifically strong, but I have been through a lot of really deadly
accidents and weird happenings. But what Daniel did...I had no words for
it. If I hadn't been so terrified, I would have...
Don't even think that way, Mellie. Don't...
I tried to stand up, tried to move my legs.
Nothing happened.
I tried again, tried to sit up and take account. At least I could
think.
My head made it up, a little. The rest of me sort of writhed on the bed,
making it a bigger mess than it was before. It didn't take but a second for
my head to fall back on the pillows and the already dim world to spin
unnervingly.
I realized that my glasses were off.
My second revelation was rather more serious...I was dying.
NO, I thought, NO. Not going to die, not like this, in a pile of tangled
sheets and pillows in a cold low rent apartment surrounded by the
scrawlings of years of obsession with the death of all those around me.
NO, I silently screamed, screaming with my mind because my voice
wouldn't work anymore. I needed a hospital, I needed a doctor, I needed to
get out...
I fell off the bed somehow, perhaps I was writhing around though I don't
know where I got that much strength. Face down on the floor, feet away from
the door, feet away from a phone that *might* work.
Rational thought began to ebb away...I could feel something wet on my neck
but the word "blood" only floated through my head disconnected from any
lucid thought.
NO, I screamed again, screamed in my mind, over and over again like a
mantra, again and again, louder and louder; the silent sound encompassed me
and became like an animal's scream, pained and frightened and *not wanting
to die*.
Clatter. The telephone. Was it still hooked up? I may have gotten the
receiver off, may have dialed the numbers in some last fit of presence of
mind...and perhaps not. My mind still screamed with the voices of the
dead...My sister, and Christine, who died for my sins, and my little
brother, and Christine's sister, and me...

POST No 106/Daniel

"Armand.." he whispered tiredly.
Daniel reached down languidly and ran his fingers through the silky auburn
hair. He held up a few strands and marvelled at the light illuminating it.
Oh the color. So beautiful, this lover of his. Armand lay with his head on
Daniel's stomach, turning every now and then to trace biting kisses along
the sensitive skin. He turned his dark eyes on him now, and Daniel smiled.
"That was very athletic." he said...his eyes locked on Armand's.
This was an understatement. The room was a disaster of discarded clothing,
overturned furniture, even a broken lamp. Armand grinned back at him.
"No doubt Monsieur de Lioncourt will be overjoyed when we vacate the
premises." he said.
"Not as overjoyed as his furniture" Daniel retorted.
Armand's smile slowly faded and his eyes grew even darker. He slowly began
to kiss and suck around Daniel's navel....even sticking his tongue inside,
his eyes never leaving Daniel's face, afraid he would miss the reaction. He
didn't want to miss the moment when Daniel surrendered to his passion
again. And he didn't give a Damn. Daniel wanted to surrender. He closed his
eyes as Armand's mouth moved lower down his body...accross his abdomen.
Suddenly, his mouth left Daniel's skin.
"No.." Daniel whispered as his eyes snapped open.
Armand was crouching above him now....his arms encaging Daniel.
"Why?" He asked.
Daniel hadn't the slightest idea what the hell he was talking about and
frankly he didn't care....he just wanted him to finish what he had started.
"Why What? What are you talking about?! Please...do what you were.."
"Why did you....after all this time...how is it they say? Give head?"
Daniel chuckled hearing Armand use the expression.
"Well! That is what they say these days is it not?" he asked...but he was
smiling too. Armand turned over on his back on the bed...his arms crossed
behind him. He looked at the ceiling for a long time. Finally, Daniel
turned and rested his head on his hand, looking down at this boy. This boy
who was centuries old.
"Did you like it?" he asked, a bit timidly.
"Very much." Armand replied, still looking at the ceiling. "But why after
all this time, Daniel? It is not the usual way vampires make love."
Daniel grinned.
"Maybe I was feeling nostalgic for my good ole mortal days." he raised his
eyebrows up and down. "And..." Daniel started to continue...then paused.
Armand turned his eyes on his fledgling.
"Yes?" He asked encouragingly.
"Remember all the times...I mean...all those men and women...before I was a
vampire...when I would make love to them, it was you...it was always you.
But I didn't think you would want to...because of.."
"Because of my past?"
"Yes."
"Hmmmm..."
Armand always did this. Daniel would give some heartrending confession or
tell some gut wrenching secret and Armand would respond with a sound...not
a word.
"It felt....very good actually..." Armand said to Daniel's great surprise.
"Of course it does...but..." He was getting frustrated again.
"But you would like to feel it again too." Armand whispered.
"Yes" He answered.
"Oh, Daniel," He turned until they were face to face. Armand caressed
Daniel's cheek. "I don't know if I can. I haven't done it since I was.."
"...in the brothel" Daniel finished for him.
Armand didn't respond but openly shuddered at the word.
"But you are not there anymore, my love. You are here with me and I love
you...and I don't ever want to hurt you. Never again." Daniel said with all
the emotion that had been pent up inside him for days. "Please....Armand."

POST No 107/Lestat

He stood and watched Myst & Marius leave together, he thought that he and
Louis had a weird relationship, but those two, well. He turned to look at
Armand, but he had left, aahh now there was
someone who had an intersting night ahead if he and Daniel can get it
together. Pandora and mother were up to, no of that he did not want to
think, he supossed neither did Myst. Now that was something he had not
expected to ever do, to sit down and have a chat with Pandora's father,
Lestat had thought he had died years ago, oh well there was never a dull
moment as a vampire. Now what to do, there was still a few hours left to
kill, now what had happened to that girl?, what was her name again, Meli or
something? Had he heard something about her being killed? Strange he could
not remember, oh well he was not a vampire for nothing. He looked to the
skys and willed himself to fly, was it this easy for Myst, next time he saw
him he must ask him. And on this thought he stretched out his mind, looking
to find the girl, not expecting an answer, but he had nothing else to do.
The scream shocked him, he was so focused on her that when she screamed,
it's volume vibrated through his entire body causing him to forget about
flying, and he started to plunge to the earth. Realizing that the simple
fact of falling interfered with his concentration he closed his eyes and
concentrated his entire will to his surroundings, with this he managed to
come to a stop.
Floating a few inches from the ground, he swore. Has it become impossible
for a vampire to kill anymore, damn them, if they could not kill her then
he sure as hell could. With this thought paramount in his mind, he took to
the air, heading straight for her. He saw her apartment ahead of him, he
aimed straight at it crashing through it to room on the otherside. There
she was, passed out already, lying on her bed. He looked into her mind,
there he could see that she was already on the last few seconds of her
miserable life. He sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for the end.
Sitting there his mind started down that old path once again, what if she
became a creature of the night?, he turned to her and razed his wrist to
her mouth, did she still have enough willpower to drink?, and if she became
her worst nightmare, would she survive......?

POST No 108/Armand

"Please... Armand."
Daniel's words made Armand shudder again. He started to stand up from the
bed. Daniel stopped him by getting hold of his arm.
"Armand..."
He turned around and looked at his fledging with haunted eyes.
"Forget about it beloved," Daniel's voice was soft and tender, "I was wrong
to ask it from you. Lay down beside me please." Armand complied, still
unable to say a word. He wanted so much to please his love but...
"Beloved, let it go," said Daniel gathering him into his arms, "it doesn't
matter."
"It matters, yes, or you would not have mentioned it," Armand said softly.
Then, he rested his body on his elbows studying Daniel's face for what
seemed a long time. "I love you Daniel," he said, "I would die for you,"
and then he claimed Daniel's lips, kissing him deeply.
Daniel answered the kiss passionately. He caressed Armand's back and then
lower, wanting to never let go. He didn't want to press, just feel the
moment, accept what Armand was able to give. He felt Armand's hands
caressing his abdomen again and then taking hold of... what a pleasure he
felt then! It was not only the physical pleasure, which he felt in every
inch of his skin, it was mainly what was being given to him. He had seen
Armand's past through the blood, he had seen it all. And now, his lover was
trying to overcome all that only to please him. Armand began to kiss his
chest, still holding him, and then he went down slowly kissing his abdomen
until he was near... He then took him in his mouth and began to suck,
slowly at first and then faster. Daniel moaned feeling the pleasure course
through all his body. But something was wrong, Armand was trembling
violently, he could feel it. He tried to sit up and stop his beloved but
Armand's hand was on his navel, strong as iron, not letting him move
upwards. Then, he only felt the pleasure...

POST No 109/Melisande

I felt pressure on my bed, the feeling of someone sitting down beside me.
"Dying," my mind said, loud enough for near anyone to hear, "I'm
dying...please...help me."
And a mind answered. Not with words, but with intent. And at first, this
intent was my death, which frightened me to the core.
The next thought, the next decision, surpassed that first fear the way a
drop of water is surpassed by the Pacific Ocean.
I could barely think in words...somehow his presence had awakened my
rationality somewhat, enough that I could move like an animal in the
interests of self preservation. Yet this may not be the only reason I did
what I did. Perhaps deep inside myself, I desired this... at the moment,
however, I only didn't want to die.
My intention was to only take a little, just a very little, and perhaps
heal myself enough to not be immediately dying. That was the plan. But when
I felt the first drop, the first tang of blood on my tongue, I knew it was
already over, and nothing short of great outside force was going to stop me
from continuing this... this unparalleled feeling of utter sensation.
I drank...at the same time fervently and reverently, and my fear was
forgotten. My eyes opened and landed upon a pair of sketched ones, a split
second caught on paper of Lestat, turning his head back somewhat, the
beginnings of a smile on his face.
Attention riveted to the blood...and the wrist it poured from. My eye
traveled, from the wrist to the arm, to the shoulder...and followed up the
golden hair to a face all too immediately familiar to me. He looked at me,
his eyes vaguely out of focus as I drank and he held me.
No fear. Somehow, I couldn't fear right now. All I could do was drink, and
when he attempted to take his hand away I made some sort of animal sound,
like a growl or a whine, and held him there, teasing a few more drops from
his wrist with the thought echoing in my mind *This can't be over. This
can't be it.*
...this is my body...this is my blood...

POST 110/Daniel

Armand was trembling with such force that Daniel almost came to regret his
earlier pleadings. He tried to pull Armand up to face him, then the
pleasure overtook him as he felt Armand bite him and suck his blood from
his cock. Wave after divine wave, it engulfed him. Daniel gripped the
headboard above him and arched his hips, driving himself deeper into
Armands warm, wet mouth. He felt the fang teeth scrape the sensitive skin
one last time and then Daniel was sure he saw stars. When he recovered a
bit he felt Armand licking the film of blood from his body, up and up until
he reached his mouth. Daniel sighed as Armand kissed him deeply. He tasted
his own blood on Armand's tongue as it explored his mouth. When Armand
finally pulled away, he was grinning, and he had never looked more the
mischievious imp than he did at that moment. Daniel smiled lazily back at
him.
"You look like the cat who ate the canary."
" I did in a way, didn't I?" Armand asked, so seriously that Daniel laughed
out loud.

There was a pause as their breathing returned slowly to normal.
"Was it horrible for you?" Daniel asked, finally, not sure if he even
wanted to hear the answer.
"Beloved, any lovemaking with you could never be horrible."
"I mean.....did it remind you of...."
"My childhood?"
Daniel could only nod.
"Surprisingly, no. I was a bit caught up in the moment myself." he said,
his brown eyes twinkling charmingly.

He reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of Daniel's eye.
"Giving you pleasure is more important to me than you'll ever know."

Daniel was taken aback for a moment. He knew Armand loved him, but to have
it expressed as it had been tonight through both actions and words was
incredibly moving for him. Tiredly, he laid his head on Armand's chest and
felt his arms encircle him in a tight embrace. It was very close to dawn
and he felt the death sleep tugging at his conciousness. But before he
surrendered to it a thought invaded his mind. He saw the mortal girl
again.... and heard her voice calling his name.