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It's nice to be back in the director's seat. Armand rubs a contemplative finger over his lips as he watches Daniel tie expert knots, the silken rope turning into a tapestry of webs over Lestat's skin.
“Tighter, beloved.” He tells Daniel, enjoying the way Lestat's breath hitches as Daniel yanks the ropes tying Lestat's arms to his sides.
Louis brushes a gentle hand through Lestat's hair and smiles down at him with pride.
“How's that, boss?” Daniel asks, stepping back to survey the intricate webbing over Lestat's kneeling form.
“You did well, Daniel. He can't interfere like that, can he?”
He ushers Daniel over to sit on his lap, smirking at Lestat's cross expression.
"He's only teasing, cher," Louis chides, gentling a hand down Lestat’s arms. "You look beautiful like this. All white and pink." Louis tweaks at a nipple between a triangle of ropes.
"Leave him Louis. He's to watch quietly or he won’t get his reward.”
Daniel squirms on Armand's lap, trying to push back on Armand's erection. Armand swats him, only inches away from Daniel's own hardness.
"Be good, Daniel. Or I won't let Louis fuck you."
Daniel lays a defeated head back on Armand's shoulder, turning his head in the hopes of catching his lover's lips.
"I don't get a say in this?" Louis asks, one hand still in Lestat’s hair.
"Only a small say. You act like I haven't seen your fantasies, Louis."
He turns and whispers into Daniel's ear, knowing the brush of hot breath on his neck drives his body wild. “When Hate and Ashbury came out, Louis and I went to your launch party. We watched from the back of the shop as you signed books and mingled.” He drops his voice lower, keeping eye contact with Louis as he slides a hand under Daniel's shirt, stroking over his lightly furred belly. “When we went back to our room, all either of us could imagine was having you there with us. Louis fucked me that night while we each imagined the other was you.” Daniel's eyes have closed, breathing heavy as his world narrows to an imagined hotel room thirty years ago.
Come here Armand instructs Louis, showing him with his mind what he expects.
He peeks into Lestat's mind to watch from his point of view; Louis' ass under his fitted slacks as he leans down to capture Daniel's mouth in a needful kiss, hands gripping into Daniel's silver hair. He sees himself grin, a perpetual mirror of his own enjoyment. Lestat senses his presence and rolls his eyes. Am I to be the lake for Narcissus? He asks silently.
Every show needs an audience.
He tells him before instructing Louis to move. Louis pulls Daniel up by his shirt collar, pulling him into an embrace and gripping onto his ass through denim. Daniel chokes on his own breath, throwing his arms around Louis' neck to catch his balance.
Armand crosses his legs, ignoring his own arousal as he surveys his perfumes.
Throw him on the bed. He instructs, appreciating the way Daniel's ass looks under Louis' big hands.
“Be gentle with our boy, Louis. He might break.”
But Louis is already climbing over him, pushing his shirt up so he can grasp at the luscious cushion of Daniel's chest. He bites kisses into Daniel's neck up to his ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth as he plays with Daniel's nipples. Daniel whines and digs his hands down into Louis' pants until they all hear the fabric rip.
Louis eases off with a laugh. “You that desperate, boy? You're acting greedy.”
“Forgive my fledgeling, Louis. He's still young after all.”
“Maybe you should be training him better.” Louis teases. He pointedly ignores Daniel, sitting astride him as he takes off his own shirt. He grinds his hips down onto Daniel's erection just to hear him whine. Daniel pathetically tries to move him but his attempt does nothing.
“Perhaps I should. What would you suggest?”Armand asks.
“Let's see if we can teach him some patience.”
Daniel is flipped onto his front in a second. His jeans tear at the seams as Louis yanks them down his thighs. His face is buried into the sheets as Louis pulls his hips up from the bed, gripping tightly as spreads his cheeks and dives his mouth into Daniel’s centre.
Armand allows himself a gentle caress of his own erection; the sounds coming from his boy are too enticing not to touch himself.
Daniel's hand sneaks down from its clutch on the sheets. "Don't you dare, boy." Armand warns, giving the head of his cock a squeeze at the whine Daniel makes.
Louis moans, hips twitching in response to the mental image Lestat sends his through Armand, a live feed of Louis' face buried into Daniel's pale ass, the rippling skin tinged pink from Louis' grip.
Armand turns his attention to Lestat. “Beautiful together, aren't they?” he comments.
Lestat does not reply. He is lost in the telepathic feedback loop between all four of them, heaving deep breaths as he experiences all of their feelings at once - the compression of the ropes around him, the ecstasy of Daniel's rapture and, through Armand, the pleasure Louis feels in both being watched and watching himself through Armand's eyes. They are a network of interweaving channels, open to each other's voyeurism.
“Fuck him now, Louis. Be firm with him.” Armand instructs.
He joins them on the bed, stroking his fledgling's steely hair back from his blood tear stained face.
In a gentle voice he tells Daniel, "You are doing so well my beloved. Are you going to let Louis fuck you now? Yes, my good boy. You're going to keep your mind open for Lestat and Louis so we can all feel it, aren't you?"
Louis pushes inside Daniel and all four of them make a noise at once. Lestat bites off a cry, Louis growls, Daniel sobs and Armand gasps. Daniel clutches at Armand's hand, nails digging in. Armand gives in and starts stroking himself in time to Louis' thrusts. He strokes Daniel's hair with his free hand.
He leans down and licks the blood tears from Daniel's face, licks his tongue into his mouth and purposely cuts his tongue on his fangs so a spurt of blood washes over Daniel's own tongue.
It is too much for Daniel. The combination of his maker’s blood, Louis' cock in his ass and the mingling of all their minds throws him over the edge. He cums without even a hand on his cock, eyes rolling back as Louis fucks him through it and Armand kisses his neck.
Louis growls, burying himself to his balls in Daniel. He jolts Daniel up the bed in a succession of bruising thrusts. Armand catches him in a kiss as he cums, pushing into his mind so he can share in the orgasm. He spills over Daniel's poor pink ass, moaning into Louis' mouth. Lestat cries out, overwrought at the waves of all three vicarious orgasms that have been pushed into his senses.
"I think your clown needs you, Louis." He whispers into Louis' ear, kissing his cheek in thanks.
Daniel is trembling as he gathers him into his arms, eyes shut as he breathes. He latches on to Armand and snuggles in. Armand loves him like this.
"My stunning boy." He praises, kissing every part of his face and stroking his hair. "You were perfect. Did you feel that, beloved? That chain of ecstasy? You did that." He kisses him hard and tight squeezes his body to him, knowing Daniel craves the compression after a scene.
The bed dips as Louis and Lestat join them. Lestat is definitely shakey as he leans back against Louis and blows out a breath.
"Your direction wasn't terrible, I suppose." Lestat allows, hiding his smile in Louis’ chest.