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Armand walks downstairs, having overslept and heads straight for the bar, grabbing Richard's hand, and dragging him onto the squashy couches at the fireplace and sits on his lap.

"Your shift's over now," he says with a grin.

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Richard laughs and snuggles him.

"Is it now, love?"

He nods, pointing at Bartleby behind the bar. "He's there. And we need to talk to him later. And you're here. So yeah, I'd say your shift's pretty much over, darling."

He kisses him, holding his face in place, a smile on his own.

He kisses back sweetly, smiling and chuckling.

"Yes, we'll talk to him in a bit. I want you all to myself for now. Do you need to feed?"

*strokes his hair and back*

"I wouldn't mind a little feed. Just a little, to tide me over," he says, nuzzling his nose against Richard's. "Have you eaten properly today?"

"Yes, I had a nice, big fry-up when I fed Anaesthesia."

*said kitten scrambles up onto the couch next to them*

Richard kisses his nose.

"Take all you need, Beloved. I'll be fine."

Armand reaches to pet Anaesthesia, nuzzling against Richard's throat as he does so.

"I'll take what I need, yes..."

He settles himself comfortably on Richard's lap, licking Richard's pulse-point slowly, and finds just the right spot to bite down on.

Richard moans and squirms at the soft, teasing licks.

"Don't start that down here, love."

*holds him closer and cradles the back of Armand's skull in his hand*

"I only tease because I care."

A second later, his teeth are in Richard's neck, skin-deep.

And Richard is lost in Armand, in the sensations that are created by feeding.

He doesn't even notice that Anaesthesia is climbing his arm to try and cuddle with them.

Oh, Beloved.

Armand's fingers twine gently into Richard's shirt, holding himself as close as he can get. Inside, around, throughout, beating within him. He whimpers and crushes his mouth harder to him.

Richard grips his hair and pulls him impossibly closer and bites back a whimper of his own.

Perfect.

Let me hear you, my love, my Darling, my Richard...

He deepens the bite, teeth pushing that tiny bit further.

He lets out a soft cry as Armand's teeth sink in further.

OhBelovedIwon'tbeabletostop!

Then don't stop, never stop...

Sucking harshly, he withdraws his teeth, simply feeding on the wounds.

He whimpers and mewls now as the wounds partially heal and reopen.

No, never stop, do this forever!

He gives up the blood for Richard's mouth; a far sweeter taste, in his opinion, and kisses him deeply, biting down on his tongue, letting the blood flow.

And whosoever drinks my blood shall have eternal life...

He kisses and feeds deeply as if he can never get enough.

I only want it if that eternal life is with you.

Always with me, my Richard...

He breaks off the kiss to let his tongue heal, resting his forehead against Richard's, breathing deeply.

"Love you..."

Richard laps at the blood around Armand's mouth and kisses him sweetly.

"Love you too. My Armand."

*sappy grin*

He grins back, wrapping his arms around Richard's shoulders.

"When should we talk to him?"

*rubs noses and cuddles with him*

"Who?"

He's pretty much forgotten that anything else exists.

He rubs his nose against Richard's, stealing kisses whenever their lips come close.

"To Bartleby. About Loki."

Tact, Armand. Way to go.

"Oh."

*sits up*plucks Anaesthesia off his shoulder*

"We should probably go do that now."

The sleepy dreamy look has quickly been replaced by the serious scowling look.

He nods, picking up Anaesthesia from Richard's grip and sets her on a cushion. "We'll be back later," he promises her, and helps Richard get up.

"It won't be so bad."

*nods and follows him*

"We'll be back soon Anaesthesia."

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