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Armand was going to kill him tonight. He had spared his life for as long as he could stand, but these past three days, all he thought about was wrapping his hands around that neck.
Finding Daniel had been easy enough. He just had to follow the suffocating stench of disappointment and shame until it led him to a nearby barstool, watching as Daniel fumbled through his clumsy seduction methods. At this moment, he was leaning over a pool table, a larger man tucked tight behind him as he guided him through the movements he needed to hit the ball.
Armand rolled his eyes and took a sip of his margarita. He frowned, turning his nose up, and put the drink down. Disgusting. Why, oh why, couldn’t the idiots of this generation spend their useless time somewhere that made good drinks?
Armand stood and walked through the crowd, keeping his eyes on Daniel as he watched his ridiculous display. Armand almost laughed at the way Daniel ran his hand down the other man’s chest as he leaned against the pool table, laughing too much and standing too close. How transparent.
He watched them for some time after that. Their clumsy mating ritual was somehow both pathetic and amusing. Until Armand saw the stranger slip a small pill into Daniel’s drink, it dissolved quickly, leaving a small trail of bubbles that disappeared by the time Daniel returned to the table. He accepted the drink, but before Daniel could take a sip, a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him backwards.
Armand’s hand.
Shit.
“What the hell, man?” The stranger snapped.
Armand gritted his teeth, his jaw tensing, as he cursed his own decision. He could tell the truth, say what he saw, but that would draw even more attention to him than he already had. If he wanted to get Daniel out, and he did, then he needed to think fast. Armand sighed inwardly. He knew what he had to do.
Armand spun on Daniel and slapped him across the face.
“How could you? I waited all night for you, worried sick, and you were here catting around with some – some – cheap whore?” Armand cried, forcing his face to contort into distress.
Daniel’s mouth hung open as he looked Armand up and down, unsure of what to say or do. His mind was racing a mile a minute as he tried to make sense of what was happening. Embarrassingly, his confusion and surprise were broken up by quick thoughts about how hot he found Armand. Pathetic.
“We’re going home,” Armand snapped finally as he tightened his grip on Daniel’s arm and dragged him out of the bar.
Daniel tried to struggle away, but it was useless. Even if Armand didn’t have a paranormal advantage, Daniel was practically skin and bones, no doubt skipping full meals in favour of bar snacks and whatever drinks and drugs he could score on his knees.
Armand kept walking until he was able to push Daniel against the damp brick wall of the adult store next door, hiding them away in the alley between.
“Are you obsessed with being the most stupid man in the room?” Armand asked. He placed his hand on the wall and leaned his weight against his arm, his head tilted to the side as he trailed his eyes over Daniel’s shaking body. He was wearing a thin t-shirt and old, worn jeans with shoes that looked like they were going to fall apart at a moment’s notice. So pathetic.
“Who – What are you talking about?” Daniel asked, his eyes jumping all over Armand’s body as his mind tried to keep up with what was going on.
“Do you just chase disaster?” Armand said. “First Louis, now this? Do you want to die?”
“No! What disaster? Who’s Louis?”
Armand rolled his eyes. Utterly pathetic.
“What he sees in you, I will never know,” Armand said, glaring.
“What who sees?” Daniel asked, his blue eyes wide. Wide and bright, and – and not blue? They were green. No, no, they were blue and green. Somehow. Was that possible? Was this normal? Was he…
Armand shook his head and stepped away. He tried to focus on something other than his eyes. So emotive and strange. Armand must have seen eyes like this before, but – but there was something different. Something that only belonged to Daniel.
Armand let his gaze roam over Daniel’s body. While it was true that he was underweight, there was still something lovely about his neglected body. His hair was thick and long, curling wildly with a thin halo of frizz. His clothes weren’t awful, it was just clear that he didn’t understand his colouring or how to dress for his body type. If someone would only sort this man out, he would be even more attractive than he already was. Not that Armand thought he was attractive, at least, not any more than anyone else. No, no, Daniel was a nuisance and nothing more. An irritating, pathetic nuisance with nothing to offer except…except his strangely inviting blue-green eyes.
“Remember,” Armand whispered, his order causing a strange blankness to overcome Daniel’s face for a moment as the memories of what occurred that night flew through him.
Daniel’s eyes filled with tears as he opened his mouth to scream, attempting to dive away until Armand grabbed him. He struggled in Armand’s arms as he was wrestled against his chest, his hand clamping over his mouth to muffling his screams, as Armand tried to soothe him by whispering in his ear.
“Calm down,” He said as he leaned against the wall, keeping one hand over his mouth as he ran the other down Daniel’s stomach. “If you panic, I’ll have to kill you,” Daniel whimpered in his arms. “If you relax, then…” Armand let his words hang in the air as he slipped his hand lower, tracing the top of his bellbottom jeans with the sharp tips of his claws, as Daniel shuddered in his arms.
“You came out tonight looking for something, didn’t you?” Armand asked before mouthing over the shell of Daniel’s ear. “What if I could give it to you instead of some brutish barfly?” He took Daniel’s earlobe between his teeth, tugging lightly, before dropping his head lower and kissing his neck.
Daniel whined against Armand’s hand. He leaned back against Armand’s chest. His eyes fluttered closed as his head tilted to the side, freeing up more space for Armand to kiss over his neck.
Armand laughed lightly. He traced the tip of his nose across the sensitive skin, smirking as Daniel continued to relax into his arms.
“Louis didn’t touch you that night, did he?” Armand asked, his voice husky and deep as desire continued to bubble up inside of him. “So cruel. To ignore such a responsive, needy body. Look at you. Look how much you want this. You do want this, don’t you, Daniel?” Armand kissed his cheek. “I’m going to move my hand, and you’re going to tell me, but remember, if you scream, then you die,”
Armand slowly peeled his hand from Daniel’s mouth as he went back to kissing down Daniel’s neck.
“Puh – Please,” Daniel whispered, his voice hoarse and rough.
He moved easily as Armand turned him around in his arms. Armand pushed him against the wall and dropped his hand to cup Daniel through his jeans.
“Thank me,” Armand said.
“Why?” Daniel said.
“For letting you live. For helping you just now. For what I’m going to do to you when you thank me,” Armand shrugged. “Take your pick,”
Armand squeezed him again, massaging him through the rough fabric, and fighting back a smile as Daniel’s hips thrust forward against his control.
“Thank you – Thank you for letting me live, and for helping me, and for – fuck – for this,” He said, his words slurring as Armand continued to rub him through his clothes. “Please don’t stop, please, please,”
Armand leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth, laughing as Daniel chased after his lips when he pulled away again.
This wasn’t what he had planned for the evening, but he wasn’t disappointed. If Louis could cat around the city every night, why couldn’t he have a bit of fun with Louis’ favourite mortal? One night wouldn’t hurt. Just this once.