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When a beautiful young man takes a seat on the barstool next to him, many with Daniel’s history would probably start yelling something to the tune of stop or no or serial killer or even someone get me a priest! Instead, the reporter simply sighs into his glass and asks, “Really? This shit again?” It hasn’t even been 6 months.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” Armand responds. “I wanted to see if–”
“Yeah, yeah. An interview, attention, a meal, whatever,” Daniel cuts him off, running a hand through his hair. “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, I need serious help.” It’s more of a judgment against himself. He knows he’ll accept, he just wants some dignity in not appearing too desperate. There’s a deep craving for something tonight, anyway. It’s why there’s a strap-on in his messenger bag, and he’s packing far too obviously. If it’s drugs, if it’s sex, if it’s the high he somehow reaches when his arteries are opened, his decision is already made. Daniel knows this to be true, and so does Armand. However, there’s no reason he can’t give him shit first.
“No interview. Just an opportunity,” he states, his tone cool and neutral.
“How charming. What is it, I get to choose when I die? I’d prefer something before midnight, I get real cranky after my bedtime.”
“No, far from it. Act up if you want, if it gives you some sense of control. I can’t say that I blame you. Tonight,” he leans in towards him, shoulders touching as he speaks smoothly, “I’m offering you the chance to live out your dreams of me.”
“You mean the nightmares,” Daniel corrects, scoffing. By now, he’s about 40:60 actual slasher-death-murder dreams to…others. Hands gripped in his hair, tongues sucking bruises into his skin, the gasp of surprise when his boxers are lowered, would they both still–. It’s become a nervous tic for him to scratch at the healed wounds on his neck. Maybe he’s trying to rip the scars off. Maybe he wants them reopened.
“Most people don’t masturbate to their night terrors, Daniel. You do. A hand shoved down your boxers, fingers frantically seeking release in the dark. You were never hard– hard of your own volition, not the balled socks in your jeans– in front of Louis, and there I knew. The scent of your arousal within the room was mind-numbing. It’s such a pity Louis couldn’t pick up on it. We could have had so much fun with you.” Armand reaches a hand to touch Daniel’s thigh, but the familiar scratch of his nails is absent. Fuck, his entire right hand is trimmed short. For the first time in a while, he finds himself dripping significantly into the jockstrap holding the bundle of socks to his crotch.
“Oh, I’m sure.” Daniel finishes his drink and makes a false move to grab his wallet, challenging Armand to put his card on the table. If Daniel has to put up with this shit again, he won’t be paying for his tab.
“Allow me to prove it to you. It’s the heady, sordid thoughts you seek out at night and more. If you’re worried I won’t know how to handle your specifications, rest assured, I’ve been craving to see what I can show you.” Armand gives him a soft, dangerous smile, reaching to tuck one of Daniel’s curls behind his ear.
Daniel makes the inspired (stupid, buzzed) decision to invite Armand back to his place. This way, he’s still in just as much danger, but he theoretically knows his escape routes and his defensive strategies. After all, it’s not like the vampire isn’t already aware of his address. Miraculously, the place is relatively clean this week, though he has an armchair covered in multiple jackets, and his washed dishes could stand to be put away. Armand delicately folds his coat over the chair, taking a look around.
“So, usually I’d offer someone a drink, but…” Daniel shrugs, locking the door behind them.
“Would pouring me a glass of water truly make you feel better, or are you stalling?” Armand nearly chuckles, toeing his shoes off next to Daniel’s.
He stays quiet for a moment, definitely stalling, until he thinks to say, “You’re actually a bit late, you know.”
“And how is that?” Armand crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe of Daniel’s bedroom. Daniel closes the gap between them.
“A few months ago, I still had my…” his jaw clenches, cheeks reddening. Armand looks at him with an unhinged wonder once he puts the pieces together. “I guess I could always, uh, miss a week, see what happens.” He can’t even believe what he’s saying, but the deep kiss Armand pulls him into makes him smile with a sense of triumph. Yeah, he fucking knew it. It’s already messy as Armand licks into his mouth and Daniel pins him further against the wall. Armand quickly decides that this is unacceptable as he flips the two, and Daniel moans between his lips.
Armand presses kisses along his jawline, nose brushing against the stubble. He hasn’t shaved in about a week, which means that he isn’t getting IDed at the bars until he forces himself to get rid of the semi-patchy-almost-beard again. Still, he does try to keep it shaped correctly, which is why he isn’t surprised when Armand tilts his head back to tongue at the dried speck of blood hidden under his chin. He always manages to nick himself there. A chill runs through his body, raising the hairs on his arms when he pictures Armand shaving his face. Fuck, he’d go hairless below the neck for a month if it meant that.
Armand’s hands grasp at the large cotton bulge in his jeans, but he huffs as Daniel tries to grind against his thigh, unsatisfied. “You walk into bars like this as if you don’t have a perfectly fine cock on your own.” His fingers quickly work him out of his pants, stripping him nude below the waist. The sock bundle tumbles to the ground unceremoniously, and Daniel manages to hold back his laughter as it rolls to the side. Armand tugs him into the bedroom, not removing a thread of clothing from himself.
“What do you mean, my–? Fuck. Yeah, c’mere. You can…please. Just be gentle, it’s a lot.” Daniel stammers, feeling sweat start to prickle on his back.
“Of course,” Armand answers, taking a knee before him. A hand reaches between his thighs, two long, thin fingers spreading him open. His head tilts very slightly, the fiery eyes taking it in the way one would appreciate art. Daniel's lower abdomen is covered in hair much denser than he could grow during their last meeting, trailing down to his crotch in dark curls. He’s moderately trimmed further down, mostly to frame the dick that pokes out from the top of his slit. After about a year of injections, he’s been getting drier overall, but today is one hell of an exception. Armand witnesses the glossy strands that stick across both sides, and Daniel could swear that Armand’s irises darken at the sight.
“You sure this isn’t your first rodeo?” Daniel asks, and cringes immediately at the question. He’s sure that Armand has gotten around in his many centuries, but that doesn’t mean he’ll know exactly how to work whatever this shit is.
Armand slides the small sheath of skin back from the tip of Daniel’s cock, fully exposing the head to cool air and his slightly chilled fingers. He flinches, not out of disgust but the near pain of how sensitive he still is.
“Look at you,” Armand hums, sounding almost…impressed? “You’ll find yourself very popular soon, at this rate. Have you tried to stick it into someone yet, Daniel? I might even let you if you’re good for me.”
Daniel breathes out a desperate moan at the thought, hips rolling against his hand, trying to angle up to create friction with the heel of his palm, his wrist, anything that’d give him proper contact. Suddenly, the edge of Armand’s nail presses up against the tip and he flinches, feeling a shock travel through his core.
“None of that. As much as I love to see you debased, you’ll need to learn how to chase your release properly. Must I show you everything, boy?” he asks, turning them to face the full-length mirror in the corner. It’s a cheap, shitty thing, it warps his body like a carnival attraction if he doesn’t prop it up just so, but it’s perfect now for Daniel to see what Armand wants from him. The vampire keeps a hand on Daniel’s hips but moves to free his own cock from his clothes. He’s hard, incredibly so, pressing into the small of Daniel’s back. He gives himself a few strokes, then pauses, lightly tapping a hand on his asscheek.
“Get up onto your toes a little more. I’ll lift you higher if I must.” Daniel obliges, and oh, fuck. Holy shit. He says about as much as Armand parts his thighs ever so slightly to slide his cock between them. There’s a lot of disbelief he has to suspend, at first. Sure, Armand’s looks nothing like his own would, nothing like the 3 or so dildos he has for his harness (one’s purple, another is huge). Armand is uncut– though, so is Daniel, if he really wants to be technical– but he’d always envisioned his own theoretical alternate-universe dick to be circumcised. Even more, it’s at a strange angle, too low, shortened by the depth of his body. Still, he looks down and sees it resting between his legs, the tip glistening with the slightest beads of precum, and he could cry tears of satisfaction right now if he truly felt like humiliating himself. However, he has the feeling that Armand wouldn’t let that be a mood killer.
“How would you touch yourself, Daniel? Spit into your hand and grab it,” Armand directs, his other hand settling on his shoulder. Daniel dutifully follows instructions, saliva landing on his right palm before he lowers it to wrap around the length. He’s surprisingly warm, almost hot to the touch like he should be, likely recently fed. The thought of someone else’s blood hardening his dick should be turning him off, but instead, he’s just appreciative that it isn’t freezing cold. It doesn’t take Daniel long to work his wrist into a rhythm, Armand letting out faint sighs of pleasure behind him. It’s too slow, drawn out so Daniel can watch the movement of his hand on his (borrowed) cock, making him gasp softly.
“Is this alright?” Daniel asks, staring at himself in the mirror for far too long. It’s been a while since he’s seen himself in this light. Maybe it’s because he’s tipsy, he always feels hotter tipsy, but he knows that it can only be Armand’s assistance causing him to throb at his reflection.
“Indeed. Now, yourself. Try this.” Armand takes his first two fingers and thumb, placing them on both sides of his cock. At first, it’s subtle, just the movement of skin on skin, but his fingertips touch right at the tip of his cock, and Daniel mewls in response. It’s too much. It’s perfect. “You can work up to that. Stroke the length for now.” Armand kisses his neck, sucking marks into the pale skin as his hands slip under his shirt. Daniel freezes at first, muscles tensing as he waits to see how high Armand will go. He shushes him gently, hands staying around his waist, rubbing at the soft fuzz on his stomach.
As Daniel begins to become used to the feeling of his cock between his fingers, Armand begins to slide his between his thighs. He only slightly grazes his slit, but Daniel can tell that the top of his cock is slicked and damp as he pushes it through. The sight makes him moan his name, longing to touch it himself, yearning for Armand to touch him, needing it both, all of the above, everything now as he feels himself become closer.
Armand’s hands flip them around, and it’s only a matter of moments before he’s maneuvered to allow their cocks to grind against each other. It takes Daniel only a short amount of time to get himself back onto the knife edge of his orgasm, rutting against Armand’s length before he feels teeth tear into his flesh. Armand’s entire jaw seems to be closed around his neck, brutalizing the skin as he drinks, and the tip of his cock feels like it’s setting his entire core on fire as he grinds it down. It’s sudden, noisy, and a bit odd as Daniel cums, as he can feel his whole body pulse with pleasure, but he also feels his body jet out a small bit of liquid down onto Armand's dick. The vampire groans, grabbing himself and coating the rest of his cock in it.
“I’m s’sorry, Jesus. I don’t even know how that, did I just–?”
“You’re perfectly fine. How do you feel?” Armand licks at his lips, rubbing at Daniel’s back as he keeps him steady.
Daniel sighs and tries to remove himself off of Armand’s cock. He feels guilty that Armand hasn’t finished, but he’s good for several more of those. He rambles out, “Amazing, you have no idea. Alright, fuck. I can go again if you’re game. I need a little bit more lube these days, and I’m gonna do condoms obviously, but yeah, bend me over, throw me where you want me, and we can get–”
“Sweet boy, you’re mistaken.”
“Excuse me?” Daniel looks around in surprise and almost offense. He’s going to do all this just to not fuck him? Does Armand think that he can’t handle it? He’s taken cocks thicker than that and drier than this for breakfast, so he doesn’t need to be protected or belittled.
“I’ll be taking your ass tonight,” Armand replies. “Will that be a problem? I’ll give you ample time for preparation if needed. The night is young.”
“Oh! No, yeah, I guess I can– I think I should be fine to. It’s just that it’s a little different, man, you know? I’m lacking the critical factor, there.”
Armand furrows his brow, watching him silently until he’s shocked back into movement, blinking a few times. “It’s your first time. Oh, beloved, I–” he cuts himself off, and is Armand somehow flustered by this?
Well, first of all, Daniel had tried it before. Kind of. Who hasn’t? It’s his job to investigate, after all. It only took a few minutes of laying out on his bathroom floor with two lotion-slick fingers up his ass to go: “ Yeah, this isn’t anything ”. It was foreign, for sure. He had to spread his legs further, his arm had to bend awkwardly, and even the texture of his insides rubbed differently against his fingertips. He didn’t leave the restroom sore, thankfully, but he remained disappointed that he couldn’t empathize with the pleasures of the men he had fucked.
“Your failure to pleasure yourself will not be my own, Daniel,” Armand takes both of his hands, meeting his eyes with a grin that looks somehow both wolfish and childlike. “Let me fuck you like the man you are.”
Oh, Daniel’s so weak for that. He feels his whole body shudder. He’d give anything to this creature right now. He'll get the rest of his remaining virginities until the end of time. He'll create new ones just for him to break.
“Please. How do you want me? Whatever, I can be good, I just need whatever this is,” Daniel responds weakly, pointing a finger back and forth from his ear to Armand’s mouth. “It’s really…yeah. You get it.”
“Of course, Daniel. Place yourself onto your hands and knees, and I can direct from there.” Armand loosens the buttons on his shirt and steps out of the nice dress slacks. “One thing, though. I’d remove the bandages. Keep covered, if you wish, but I sense you’re struggling already.”
“Alright, alright. Thank you, doctor. It’s been a loooonng day.” Daniel moves to his dresser, finding a loose shirt from his unfolded mound of pajamas. His back faces Armand as he strips himself nude, sighing deeply as his shoulders can finally move freely. By the time he turns back towards the vampire, he also finds him without clothing. He can’t help staring, mouth open slightly. Armand is a skinnier thing, toned but narrow. However, his chest curves prominently, the muscles protruding with a supple layer of skin to support them. They’re decorated in dark hair, and it’s hard for Daniel to see anything else. Where the fuck was he hiding those? Why is his mouth watering?”
“Yes? May I help you?” He smiles, knowing that he’s caught him.
“Nothing, no worries. Here, pick your poison,” Daniel deflects, handing Armand the bag he keeps with various condoms and lubricants. He kneels on the mattress, getting himself comfortable enough to bend over as Armand crawls behind him.
“Have you noticed that you smell different?” Armand asks in a tone that doesn’t seem to be displeased, but it still makes Daniel’s stomach turn with anxiety. He's had to invest in a lot more deodorant than he ever needed before. He hates that he likes the scent to some degree some days, a sign that something is going right. Sure, a lot of dudes have been real freaks about it as well, but from someone so prim and proper like Armand, it feels like it can't be a compliment.
“I’m sorry, yeah, if it’s warm out I can get pretty–”
“No, not your sweat. You smell more like pre-cum now. It’s incredibly interesting, and I prefer it. I wonder if it tastes the same…” Armand thinks out loud, and Daniel begins almost begging for him to find out right this instant. “Later. We have plenty of time. Perhaps this will sate you for now.”
It’s not that the concept is entirely unfamiliar to him, he’s fucked plenty of men, but he truly isn’t expecting the feeling of a tongue licking at his asshole. The sounds that leave him are confused and he’s laughing, trying not to tense himself up as he apologizes. “Agghh , that’s fucking– sorry, sorry. I’m okay, we’re good. That’s such a wild feeling, I didn’t know it was like that for them.”
“You’ll understand soon.” Armand challenges, hands spreading him further as he buries his face within him. It’s still strange, but the slick movement leaves him sensitive and wanting more. The tip barely probes within him, and he groans softly. There it is. The sensation builds as he moves himself to grab the pillow in front of him, pressing the side of his face against it.
It takes a few minutes for Armand to pull away, paying no mind to the fact that Daniel is likely already dripping onto the gray sheets beneath him. “I’ll let you decide tonight, how easy would you like me to make this for you?” he asks while massaging his cheek.
“Like you would for the others. I can handle it.”
“No. Not entirely, not at first. I have to keep you coming back, don’t I?” he prompts, and Daniel feels his face flush red.
“Fine, then. I’ll trust you to make it good. I can suffer later,” Daniel jokes, wiggling his hips. He’s quickly silenced when Armand spits onto his hole, rubbing it in with his thumb. It’s impossible to explain how he knows, but he can just tell that it’s mostly blood being used to slowly open him. Even still, Armand uncaps one of the lube bottles, slicking up a few fingers. How generous.
The first one that presses into him really is nothing, almost clinical. It felt much more sensitive at the very rim, which Armand takes note of for later. He checks that Daniel can take a second, but knows he can, sliding the two together. It’s strange for Daniel to force himself to relax there, to allow his hole to be spread apart like this. Briefly, Armand’s fingers hook down towards his dick, rubbing at the side.
“I thought I’d at least try. You never know. Another, Daniel?”
Daniel gives him a quick nod, and fuck, okay. Three is different. Three is a commitment, and he can feel his brow scrunch as he takes it without verbal complaint. It’s not like Armand can’t hear his silent protests, anyway. He removes them after a while with a wet sound, whispering for him to relax.
“Does it give you an ego boost, taking my ass virginity like this?” Daniel asks, looking over his shoulder. There’s a brief flash of an expression that can only confirm the truth.
“There’s a mild possibility,” Armand says, and suddenly the tip of his cock is pressed up against Daniel’s hole, and it’s finally happening.
The initial stretch feels glorious as the head breaches his hole, rocking the smallest amount in and out of him. It only takes a few inches for him to begin to think he may have become a bit overconfident. A couple more inches, and he feels like he should dial up some numbers to apologize. Finally, Armand bottoms out, and Daniel’s hands are tangled into the sheets. It’s not painful, it’s not awful, it’s just a lot. He’s full, and yet he understands that he could certainly take more if he was given it. There’s no distinct end to this route, nothing that can get easily bruised from a well-endowed suitor.
“Tell me how it feels, Daniel. Out loud. Be honest, now.” Armand runs the sharp nails of his left hand down his back, making him shiver.
“Weird. Good. I think I get it, mostly. I should be good if you move,” Daniel breathes out, arching his back deeper for a better angle.
Once Armand starts thrusting shallowly, Daniel’s hand instinctually goes to his stomach, making the vampire slap his ass in response. “I don’t require such flatteries. You’ll be perfectly fine.” His hips snap down into the man below him, and he finally starts making noise.
It doesn’t take long for Armand to set a brutal pace, sensing that Daniel is more than capable of taking it. One of his fingers teases at the rim next to his cock, tracing around it, just barely pressing in. Daniel whines desperately, words falling from his lips as he begs for more.
“You should be proud,” Armand starts, hands gripping even tighter into his hips as he pounds into him. “You sound like a genuine faggot right now.”
Daniel’s voice cracks for the first time in months when he moans at that, unable to stop himself or cover it up in time. He can hear Armand take in a sharp, unnecessary breath, positively thrilled. “Daniel, you insatiable thing. Is that what you want? You enjoy the reminder that you’re letting yourself be sodomized?”
“Yyyeah, fuck, ah– please. Holy shit, please, Armand,” Daniel begs beautifully, tears stinging his eyes. His skin burns hot as the realization sinks into his skin. He’s not just someone’s boy tonight. He may not even be Armand’s man, but he’s his fag.
It’s humid as the two begin to find the pace that works best for them, embarrassingly crude the way Daniel quickly becomes obsessed with the sound of Armand’s balls hitting his skin. He’s not necessarily close, but he’s not not going to cum, either. On the other hand, he can tell that Armand is fighting to keep his usual mask of composure. The soft groans he releases are beautiful, with the frantic undertone of him trying to keep himself from cumming.
Luckily for the man he’s inside of, Armand decides that he won’t be going off the deep end first. His hand awkwardly struggles for a moment to reach his destination, but it finds Daniel’s cock. He gasps as his palm is nearly coated with the evidence of Daniel’s pleasure, using it to his advantage.
Daniel breathes out in shock as Armand begins to work his cock not like they were in the mirror, but instead the way he’s most intimately familiar, fingertips quickly moving across it.
“Will this get you to cum for me? You’re going to sound so good, my perfect, gorgeous boy. I’m going to cum once I feel your ass tightening around my cock as you finish, and you’ll take it all, like the sweet fucking faggot you are.”
As much as he’s laughed at the term in the past, he hates that there’s truly some truth in the term “pillow-biter”. As it stands, the down filling and cotton case stuffed between his teeth are the only thing keeping the very sweet middle-aged woman across the hall from worrying about him as he screams. He regrets not putting down a towel as he feels liquid gush out from him again, wondering what the fuck his deal is with that now.
Armand’s hand works his cock through the waves of pleasure, continuing to the point where it feels like he’s being shocked, especially as his fingertips brush over the very tip. It’s a struggle not to fight him off, not to throw his arm away until he feels Armand cum. The voice he’s so used to sounds completely ruined, rough and needy and almost as whiny as his as he throbs within him. He can feel the cum being pumped into the condom and briefly regrets ever suggesting one.
It’s a strange, awkward feeling as Armand removes himself delicately. Daniel can tell that his hole is still left slightly open and he grimaces, breathing out as he curls up onto his side. Armand mentions something that Daniel can barely process as he tosses the condom. He returns shortly with a (clean, surprisingly) towel, a glass of water, and the pack of cigarettes from his discarded pile of clothes.
The sexiest moments in his life are always fleeting, and Daniel curses himself as he feels a sob rip itself free from his chest. He hasn’t cried like this since their first meeting. It’s almost funny the way Armand seems to panic this time, moving to him with a hand gently hovering over his skin. Daniel nods, letting himself be pulled closer. He tries his best to think through it. It’s not him, it’s not this. It’s work, it’s life, it’s not feeling anything close to this in his life. He catches his breath, hiccupping as nails scratch patterns across his scalp. Armand remains as wordless as him but kisses across his forehead until the tears become less violent. Gently, Armand turns him onto his stomach.
Deft hands work their way up the small of Daniel’s back, thumbs pressing into the tense muscle. His eyes slide shut, reveling in the pleasure until both hands work through the tension in his shoulder blades. Daniel flinches as he hears his back crack in response, but gasps as the tightness releases itself. A litany of gratitudes is spoken into his pillow as his shoulders are rubbed.
“I should keep you around just for this. I won’t even need the sex,” he declares, voice gravelly as he rolls himself back over to sit up against the headboard. He wipes at the drying tears on his face. He’s sure he looks like hell right now, but Armand seems to still be giving him that “art gallery” stare.
“Is that so?” Armand challenges, watching Daniel shake his head. “You have me until sunrise. Longer, if you can cover your blinds better.”
“If you stay the night, I’ll let you do my shot tomorrow,” Daniel offers.
Armand seems to perk up at that, nodding in confirmation. “In that case…”
The wind is knocked out of Daniel’s chest as he’s flipped onto his back, with Armand’s face nestled against one of his thighs. He coaxes Daniel’s hand to grab at his dark curls, and Daniel knows that he’s in for the long haul.