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September 1982.
“Oh just one question, please Armand I swear I’ll leave it alone if you answer one thing for me.” Daniel pleaded.
Daniel cursed under his breath. Armand was so goddamn frustrating sometimes.
He and Armand stood impossibly close in the hotel shower, completely nude, only separated by the steam that twisted around them, water streaming down onto Armand and his auburn curls had darkened to a shade of chestnut sticking in swirls along his shoulders and back. One couldn’t easily escape the other, the intimacy was too severe.
Daniels soul felt like a live wire, from a taste of Armand’s blood that he had been given after he woke up for the night. The heightening of his senses from the blood always caused his mind to race and he was distracted for a split second by a stray hair on the tile wall swirling like Van Goghs starry night. This blood that Armand had used to string him along for years, it never got old. Each water droplet on Armand’s body containing a little universe, unnaturally pale skin giving them a pearlescent quality.
Had the being that turned Armand done the same thing? Was Armand once helpless and aching for the blood kiss?
“What do you wish to know?” Armand was
holding back a sigh, he could hear the annoyed breath straining to be released.
“How did it feel? When you were mortal, to have someone drink your blood?” Daniel asked.
Armand looked up at him wide eyed. The corner of his mouth twitched for a moment.
“What a question.” He muttered. “Why do you wish to know this?”
Daniels voice started up with that desperate frantic tone he had developed since meeting Armand. “When Louis first drank from me my whole being ached and I felt separated from body. My form was like a pulsing entity I had no control over, I was ill for days I had dizzy spells, my heart palpitated. I hate to admit it but it terrified me.” He stopped and looked into Armand’s eyes.
“When you drink from me it’s unimaginable pleasure. Was it the same for way you? Do you even remember?”
“Yes beloved, I remember it, vividly” Armand reached past him to grab the bottle of shampoo - a tall blue tube that smelt like peppermint.
“Let me shampoo your hair first, then perhaps I’ll tell you something.”
Daniel turned around facing the wall embedded with alcoves for miscellaneous bars of soap. He tipped his head back and when Armand’s fingers made contact with his scalp he felt the tension in his shoulders disappear. Armands finger tips felt unusually warm from the water, it was nice, nice to embrace in such a small yet comforting way. Love was strange with these vampires he’d gotten himself involved with, an odd yet satisfying mix of romantic, platonic and parental at the same time. It had been so long since someone cares for him this way, did other vampires gain satisfaction from grooming the humans they cared for?
Daniel began to rinse the shampoo out of his hair watching streams of white run down his body.
“Perhaps blood flows red because he willed it to be that way” muttered Armand.
“What?”
“Shampoo my hair now lover.” His eyes were big as always, but the lack of volume in his rich auburn hair made him look smaller, vulnerable.
“Fine, be secretive. You always are.” Daniel grabbed the bottle, annoyed as he let the fluid pool out onto his hand, but Armand turned and wrapped his arms around Daniels waist, leaned in kissing the pulse point on his neck.
Daniel brought his fingers up to Armand’s hair and began to run them through the wet tresses. It was oddly relaxing, steam making him feel detached, the tip of Armand’s tongue running up the length of his neck, as a jolt of electricity shot down his spine. A blob of shampoo ran down Armand’s back towards the dimples on the small of his back, right above his ass. He couldn’t help but remember how good it felt pressed against his pelvis and grinding him, Armand loved to tease him this way, he felt himself grow hard.
Armand backed away from him, his brown eyes scanned from Daniel’s face to his cock, he raised one eyebrow. Being stared at so intensely only made it worse.
“Well?” Daniel said awkwardly.
“Your mind has been loud this evening Daniel.”
Before Daniel could blink Armand had his hand wrapped around Daniel’s cock, slightly too tight. He kneeled before him.
Daniel groaned, as the long thin fingers began to work their way up and down him.
“You are right lover, as a mortal, the blood of a vampire is indescribable. Pleasure wasn’t a strong enough word for what I was given, each night, I was aching for it. Never too proud to beg, I lavished in what I was given.”
Armand sped up, Daniel began to breathe heavier.
“How he would kill me each night, oh but these little deaths were always a blessing.”
Daniel couldn’t help but wonder, who had made Armand, what would it be like to meet him, if Armand ever turned him, would he be there.
He closed his eyes, and imagined another in the shower with them, behind himself, would he be taller than Daniel? Would his large hand wrap around Armand’s as they both brought him to the height of pleasure.
Daniel would through his head back with a loud moan against his strong shoulder, lost in ecstasy while Armand stood on his tiptoes to kiss this man. They would kiss like he wasn’t even there. Had he taught him the blood kiss?
How incredible would it feel to be surrounded by so much raw power, enough to destroy him in a heartbeat.
His eyes opened as Armand’s pace quickened, he was breathing heavily too mimicking Daniel, or caught up in the fantasy as well.
“I can hear you.” Armand gasped.
“Do you like it?”
“Of course.” Armand looked sad for a moment, “I wish it could be real.”
The water poured down around them heavier as Daniel felt the pleasure build within him, he was close.
Who had made him? So many others had been captured by his beauty, but what other vampire brought him to his death? Savouring his youthful beauty like a master of old. When Armand had gazed on his last sunset, this unknowable being had grabbed the last drops of bright imperishable pigment from the setting sun, placing it around the black pupils to illuminate his eyes as a finishing touch. Rendering Armand perfect for eternity, Daniel had only unknowingly stumbled upon him, who knew how many other beings were out there like him.
Armand moaned, “Daniel, I need it.” The thirst overpowered him, he leaned forward but restrained himself, he stopped stroking Daniel.
“He would do this to me too, create a feeling of never ending pleasure, as I clung to his statuesque frame. I would be so close to finishing and he’d whisper in my ear to me, tell me how he loved me unlike any other. Ti amo Amadeo.”
If Daniel wasn’t in such a frantic state he would have wondered about that name - Amadeo.
Armand’s hand trembled as it reached for him, “Daniel, I need to drink from you.”
“Do it.”
Armand lunged forward and bit into Daniel’s neck, causing him to moan loudly, his body trembling as he came against Armand’s stomach.
Armand lapped at the blood coming from the two puncture wounds on Daniel’s neck, quivering he held onto Daniel, and brought them both to the bathtub floor, letting the swoon pass over himself. They both breathed deeply and held each other. Armand stared at the patterned shower curtain.
“Where is he? Louis said that you told him you were happy for a time, he couldn’t let you die.” Daniel asked.
Armand gave a slight shrug, not meeting Daniel’s eyes.
In a small voice he said, “I’m sure if I ever meet him again you’ll be there with me.”