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Armand has caught up with the boy. Tired, Daniel slumps on a bench. The creature's stamina was ceaseless.
"I have an edit due tomorrow I haven't started. If there was a night I was going to die this would be it."
Armand sits down on the bench beside him. He rests an elbow on the backrest. They give their entire attention to eachother.
"You say that, but your heart is hammering." The heart thrummed inside his ribcage. Prey awaiting the superior vampire to make a meal of him.
"You chased me from the subway to this park."
Still he leans away from Armand. His bluff was already blown.
"If I was going to kill you I would have already, Daniel."
Armand's golden brown eyes betray no truth or lie to him. A thrilling apprehension gripped the young man. Daniel's brow furrowed the only way his did. Sweat beaded down, down his brow, sliding across his cheek, dripping onto his pulsing jugular.
Armand seizes the boy by the throat, just under the mandible careful not to scratch at his tender flesh or to choke him. He tilts his head to the right. Daniel's breathing inclined sharply. Armand did not think tonight would be the night his craving for the fascinating boy would get the better of him. Armand leans forward to examine the throat. Wet and live and vital. He readies his fangs for the sink-in. Daniel's vein pulsates. His breath gets stuck in his diaphragm, shuddering. Armand licks Daniel's sweat from his throat. Feels his live pulse with his tongue. The Vampire's canines graze Daniel's skin. The tongue turns to lips, necking that wet spot. Bursting capillaries, rushing a spot of blood to just below the surface.
This gorgeous monster who he'd been playing this game of one-sided tag with for the last 4 years was so close to killing him, but he has embraced him. Teeth grazed his neck again and Daniel moaned. Excitement or fear. Armand pulled back to stare at him. His eyes were amber aglow, looking down on him. Armand's doubtful, cocky smile glittered in the street lamp.
"You're 'it' Daniel."
"I want you."
Armand floats off of Daniel, away from the lamplight. His attitude wavers. In the darkness, Armand's eyes illuminate. Daniel, reinvigorated, is compelled by the magnetic pull of his gaze. He thinks of the way a moth is drawn to lamp light.
"How do your eyes glow?"
In a few wide steps he has caught up to the Vampire. Armand lets him match his pace. Daniel gets out a cigarette, then starts patting his pockets for a light. Armand lights it with just a glance at the end.
Daniel grins at him. Armand matches his with one that hides his fangs.
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Daniel chases Armand all the way to a hotel. At the receptionist desk, Armand gives a look to Daniel like "you pay." Daniel pulls out his wallet. 40 bucks a night. A crisp Ulysses bill was wedged out and tossed on the counter.
"406." Keys tinkle on the counter.
The receptionist did not seem to notice, but Armand was already walking easy up the stairs, like he hadn't just been right next to Daniel. He hurried up with his chase, not caring for his $10 in change. Up they went, Armand effortlessly a flight ahead of Daniel as he clamored. Armand leaned over the banister, fanged smile gleaming. Daniel giddy and nearing oxygen hunger could only giggle. Armand exited the stairwell to the hall before he could reach that 4th flight.
Daniel shoved open the door. Scanned each side of the hall. Armand was waiting by their door. His feet propelled him to the creature. Deep breaths. Daniel stopped to stare at Armand in the fluorescence. The fluff in his hair catches the light like a halo. His eyes were brown again. Armand grinned.
"Are you going to unlock the door Daniel?"
"Uh-- Right."
Daniel turns the key and knob. Armand shoves him into the room. It excites him to be manhandled. Armand sheds his coat while Daniel regains his composure. Daniel approaches him, closing the space between them.
"So what should I be calling my supernatural admirer?"
"Armand." The vampire puts his hand on Daniel's clavicle and slides his hand under the shoulder of his jacket, undressing a layer. Daniel lets it drop to the floor.
"You still haven't tagged me Daniel."
In a bold and lascivious moment Daniel kisses Armand on the mouth. Fingers tangling in his dark curls. Armand had let the human surprise him. He underestimated the boy's attraction--and his own. Tired of the game, and for the first time being wanted in a while. He opens his mouth enough for Daniel to feel his fangs on his tongue. Daniel bites his bottom lip, drawing blood. They pull away.
Daniel pulls his shirt off his back. Armand leers at his body. The veins in his arms, like rivers into creeks back in and out of the lake of his heart. The spot on his neck was purple. The scars from... another time were on the other side.
Armand licked the blood on his lip. Daniel approached again tugging on Armand's waist band.
"Do you want me too?"
"Do I?"
While Daniel fumbles around the question Armand picks him up and tosses him onto the bed. He yelps and laughs.
Armand strips for Daniel. His button-up floats to the floor. He undoes Daniel's pants and pulls them off himself. He had no underwear on. Daniel is about to say it before Armand overlaps his words.
"Laundry day?"
Armand strips his slacks slowly. Daniel's entire body on display for his eyefull. His cock is blood-fat. He watches Daniel dart from his neck to his chest down his waist and his happy trail. Once his pants have slid off his feet, Armand floats onto Daniel.
"How do you float?"
Armand's eyes were the color of burning coals in a fire. They burn through Daniel's blue eyes. Armand's left hand strokes his cheek and neck. Daniel's hands slide up Armand's thighs. Armand spits into his other hand and uses it to stroke Daniel's cock. He moves that tender hand from his cheek and fingers his mouth. Daniel moans, breathy. Armands cock presses at Daniel through his underwear.
"Are you clean?"
"Yes, Armand."
Clean of drugs. Armand knew this. He just wanted to hear it.
"Do you have condoms?" Daniel hadn't understood.
Armand stroked Daniel's cock, circling his pleasure. He pulled his fingers from his mouth, holding his chin with his thumb and index finger. He leans in close to his face.
"I'm going to drink you Daniel."
"I'm into that."
Armand kisses Daniel on his mouth. Daniel can taste his blood again. Armand kisses his cheek and neck back down to the hickey.
"Wait. How will it feel?"
Armand admires how clueless Daniel is. But he also didn't know how it would feel. He'd never let anyone live to tell him. He remembered how Louis described it.
"Like the the best drug you've ever had stretched out by miles." He thumbs his cheek. Daniel moves one hand to the back of Armand's head, pulling him closer.
"Are you going to fuck me or devour me?" Armand hums a laugh, smiling at Daniel.
"Just a drink."
Daniel, riding the waves of lust, accepted the vampire's bite into his neck. Armand's fangs pierced through his skin and through the veins around the artery. Daniel's blood tastes of his lust and adoration for Armand. This affectionate and curious love gushed into the vampire's mouth. A refreshing taste after thousands of prey half willing to go into easeful rest. The flavor of his paramour. Daniel clenched the tangles of black satin hair. Armand continues the stroking.
Daniel's mind was peaking. It was ecstacy and heroine and coke. It was more. The pain and the surrender he felt swirled with the light-headed joy. It was a high he'd never had. Armand could see what Daniel saw. Angels in the ceiling light. Feels the silken hair in Daniel's hand, feels the pleasure between his legs extend to him. For the moment their blood flow was in sync, heartbeat one in the same. Their pleasure belonged to eachother.
Armand's stroking results in Daniel coming onto his stomach. Armand drinks his fill of Daniel. He leaves only a trickle of blood when he releases, which he licks away. He cuts his thumb to heal the punctures.
Daniel is half-delirious from the blood loss and the pleasure of being with a man who indulges in him. Daniel is lost in Armand's eyes, soft brown again. He has kept his hand on the back of his head. Armand catches him and returns the gaze. Armand's face was red with him on it. Daniel wonders what he tasted like.
"You're refreshing and warm."
Daniel kisses his messy mouth, wanting to know himself. All he can taste is the iron.
"What can I possibly do for you now?"
"I just sucked a pint from your neck Daniel. You won't be doing much of anything for a while." His cock has gone flaccid, half blood-loss, half satisfaction.
"Can't I taste you now? If you want me..."
Armand wanted him too. Despite the dizziness, Daniel works Armand onto his back. Armand gives himself to the wanting human, wanting Daniel's desire to have him fulfilled. Daniel rests on Armand's torso looking up into his golden brown eyes.
"My blood is in you now?"
"I swallowed it into my stomach and it is in my veins."
"So my blood is in your cock? Will I taste myself through you?"
"You'll have to tell me if you do."
Daniel wipes the come on his stomach and tastes it. Armand takes his fingers in his mouth tasting more of Daniel himself. Not unlike blood, but not enough like it.
Armand leans back and Daniel turns his attention to Armand's cock. The undergarment is still taut with his arousal. Daniel leans on Armand's left leg and hugs his right. He tugs down the fabric. At release Armand sighs a moan. Daniel spits on his cock and tugs on it. Armand claws his curls. Daniel puts the head of his cock in his mouth. Armand holds Daniel's hand to his thigh while the man works his other on pleasuring him.
Daniel gives him sloppy head. Getting it in there. Daniel's gag is bad but he works his tongue around the head and keeps his hand on his base. Armand plays with Daniel's hair, twirling it around his fingers. Armand moans. He can feel Daniel's fondness for him. He could see his thoughts of lust, himself through his eyes, sense how good he tastes. He was Daniel's nightmare and dream monster. Armand entwines his fingers with Daniel's and scratches the back of his neck.
Daniel looks up at him, head still in his mouth. His blue eyes glimpsing the adoration and pleasure on Armand's face. His breath is heavy. Armand pets his head. Daniel takes it out and licks his length.
"You taste good Armand."
"I'm nearing--"
"Finish in my mouth so I can taste more of you."
Daniel spits on his cock again. Armand whimpers. The man pumps it until completion. Ferric and red are the sensations in Daniel's mouth.
Blood? It could only be blood.
Armand gulps and sighs coming off his pleasure. Daniel swallows the blood come. Electrifying taste. Before tonight, the only times he's tasted blood were from a raw throat, a cut on his finger, and from vomiting after a night of binge drinking. He's never really tasted another person's blood, and in no such volume.
"Does this make me a vampire too?"
"Does it scare you Daniel?" Armand skirts the sarcastic question, not wanting to tell him the secret to his immortality.
"I've never tasted anything like that. It is a little horrifying having blood fill my mouth, but I'm not afraid."
Armand is flattered. He's thrilled by him. Daniel gets up from his legs and leans into Armand, licking his lips. Armand leans into him and they kiss, mingling their blood. Tasting eachother tasting the other.
Daniel soon tires, and only wants to embrace his shadow. Armand is cool to the touch in the stuffy hotel.
"Will you kill me next time?"
"I think I'll keep you around," Armand says twisting his hair in his nails.
"I wouldn't mind dying if I get to do this one more time."
Daniel falls asleep. Armand leaves before dawn, back to his coffin. Back to Louis.