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Daniel breathes heavily as he stares down at the aftermath of what he’s done. The body remains lifeless and pale on the ground, and Daniel... well, Daniel knows he should feel disgusted or guilty or something, but all he can focus on is the euphoria of the man’s blood rushing through him.
He can’t help but imagine what Armand — his maker, who should fucking be here — would say. He’d hold Daniel close and kiss away the excess blood around his mouth, tell him how proud he is with how far Daniel has come as his fledgling, ask if he wants a reward for being so good...
He shudders just from the thought but he shoves it down before he can get lost in it, quickly replacing it with all the anger that’s been building up since Armand left him.
Armand, who had ran away immediately after turning Daniel because he’s been repulsed by the idea of creating a vampire since before Daniel was even born. Daniel doesn’t know what else to think other than Armand must be repulsed by him now too, and he curses the vampire bond for the hurt he feels at that. This would be so much easier if he could stay mad at him or better yet, stop thinking about him completely.
At least he has Louis, who has stepped into the role of Daniel’s mentor. He’s already taught Daniel so much, but he had failed to mention one very important thing.
Daniel hadn’t realized killing would be so exhilarating. He hadn’t had any idea it would affect him this way, leaving him desperate and wanting. He’s somehow managed to keep it contained within himself but it’s become so overwhelming now, and he feels like he’s going to burst at any moment.
Speaking of Louis, though...
Before he can convince himself that this is a bad idea, that there might be a reason why they didn’t do this during either of the interviews, he returns to the penthouse. He doesn’t bother to clean himself up before looking for Louis, too distracted to care about the blood still all over him, and thankfully, he finds him almost immediately. He steps into the room, only barely holding back from going right over and pouncing on Louis.
“How was dinner?” Louis asks, so casually, as if Daniel isn’t dying to rip his clothes off right this fucking minute. He pauses when he looks up, taking in Daniel’s state. “Are you all right?”
“No, I’m not,” Daniel snaps, biting his lip as hard as he can so his fangs don’t emerge. “You didn’t warn me it would feel so... so...”
Louis eyes him for a moment before seeming to come to a conclusion. “Oh, I see. Is there something you need, Daniel?”
Louis’ voice has taken on an amused tone and Daniel glares at him, about to tell him that this is not funny, but then he’s at Daniel’s side within seconds, so fast that Daniel almost misses the movement even with his vampirically-enhanced eyesight.
“Louis,” he says, too far gone to care how desperate he sounds. He pushes him against the wall and kisses him, hands roaming anywhere they can reach. Louis gives as good as he gets, his mouth bruising against Daniel’s.
He had hoped the kiss would help relieve some of the tension but it only makes it worse, and he has to pull away before it gets to be too much. He buries his face in Louis’ shoulder, hips seeking friction, and Louis lets out a fond laugh.
“Someone’s eager,” he teases, hands settling at Daniel’s hips to briefly push him away. Daniel makes a noise of protest but it’s short-lived as Louis flips them so Daniel is the one pressed against the wall, and he slips a thigh in between Daniel’s legs when he leans in again. Daniel moans, unable to stop himself from grinding against him while Louis kisses along his jaw. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”
With Louis so close, Daniel can almost forget about Armand and how much he wishes he were here. He squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on the vampire that’s actually here with him, the one currently making him see stars. He clutches at him tightly, the feeling of Louis’ erection making itself known hard against Daniel’s leg making his head spin. He wants more, to do this properly, but he doesn’t think he can wait long enough to bring this to the bedroom. This is going to be over embarrassingly quickly, not that he can be blamed when he’s so wound up.
He feels his fangs begin to emerge and he doesn’t want to feed again so soon, not really, but Louis’ touch is driving him insane.
“Please,” he says, squirming against him. “Please, Louis, I need—”
“Do it.”
Louis lifts his wrist to Daniel’s mouth. Daniel grabs it and sinks his fangs into the veins there, eyes fluttering shut as his entire body lights up from the blood making its way down his throat. It’s excruciatingly intoxicating, better than any drug he’s ever had. Then Louis takes Daniel’s hand and guides it to his mouth as well and Daniel’s eyes fly open just in time to see Louis’ own fangs coming out. He meets Daniel’s gaze and it’s the knifesharp shock of Louis’ fangs against him that sends him toppling over the edge. It’s so overpowering it nearly knocks him off his feet, and he can’t help but bite down even harder from the force of it. He’s barely aware of anything that isn’t the intense pleasure coursing through him but he hears Louis cry out, reaching his own peak.
It seems to last forever but eventually, Daniel’s mind begins to clear. He and Louis detach their teeth from each other’s limbs and he leans his head back against the wall, attempting to catch his breath. The way Louis’ eyes are drawn to his exposed neck doesn’t go unnoticed and Daniel considers pulling him back in — his refractory period has been practically nonexistent since he was turned and he’s sure that he could go again within a few minutes — but for now, he’s sated enough. He does lean forward to kiss him one more time, keeping it short and chaste.
“I’ve waited fifty years to do that,” he says with a grin. “I wanted to kiss you so fucking bad the first time we met.”
“What you wanted was more than kissing,” Louis accuses him, but he’s smiling too. “I could hear you loud and clear when I read your mind. Even once you realized I was serious about being a vampire, all you could think about was what my fangs would feel like against your skin. Was it worth the wait?”
“I think you know it was,” Daniel tells him, a shiver going down his spine as he remembers the bliss of Louis biting his wrist mere moments ago. “But next time, can we do it in the coffin?”
Louis laughs. “Sure, Danny. We can do whatever you want.”