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The sleepy dreamy look has quickly been replaced by the serious scowling look.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