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Daniel was debating leaving the club at this point. There didn't seem to be anyone in a sharing mood, substance wise, he didn't have the effort to hit on anybody right now, the low lighting had gone from endearingly mysterious to annoying his eyes after the second or third drink, and the songs playing weren't ones he knew anymore; All this left him entirely too much space to think about the shitty story he had on his desk back at his place, that he had completely half-assed. Needless to say, his spirits just weren't up anymore. Not tonight. He was only still sitting because he knew leaning over the bar and nursing a drink here would be less depressing than doing the same thing back at his low rent apartment.
The worst of it was, he knew none of these things would be bothering him at all, if he were here. Armand.
If Armand were here, there wouldn't be room for Daniel to think of anything else. The lighting would look excellent bouncing off his curls or cheekbones, the songs wouldn't even register to Daniel unless they were trying to dance to them, his writing would be the furthest damn thing from his mind. But, Armand wasn't here. He hadn't shown up for the better part of a year.
Daniel sighed, and when the next song came on and it was another one he didn't know, and the bartender turned away right when he was about to wave him down for another, and it felt less like a minor annoyance and more like some kind of divine torture...
It was time to go home.
He threw down what he guessed was enough cash, pushed his seat out, stood up, turned around, looked up from the floor, and was met with a pair of orange-y amber eyes.
He froze.
There was Armand standing in front of him with a pleased smile. He did look gorgeous in this lighting, Daniel noted bitterly. His curls falling over his shoulders, a silky soft looking wine coloured shirt and brown slacks on. He knew that Armand would look gorgeous in any lighting, though, and as he thought it the other's smile grew.
"Hello, Daniel," Armand drawled sweetly. His eyes glanced from Daniel and back to the money he'd thrown on the bar. "You're at least three dollars short." His tone was playfully chiding, and any other time Daniel probably would have laughed, but it wasn't any other time.
Now, he ground his teeth and thought, "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you-"
The smile stayed on Armand's face, as his eyes widened slightly. "I see. You're upset."
"Upset is a word for it."
"You have a better one?"
He huffed. "I'm pissed off, Armand. I'm irate, actually. You've heard of it?" Daniel rolled his eyes, and Armand's followed the movement. His smile did fall now.
"Hmm. I thought you may be glad to see me..." he bowed his head. His eyes glowed sadly where he looked off down to the side.
"Oooh no. Don't you start with that. I would have been glad to see you... hmm, a month ago? Two months ago. HELL, three- four- five- SIX months ago- I would have JUMPED! Right now, I'm angry, yes." He turned back to the bar so he wouldn't have to face Armand's pouting. He took his time digging into his wallet for three more dollars, noting that some of it may have to be in change, he didn't have much. He tensed up just thinking about the state of his bank account. Eugh.
He WAS glad to see Armand, was the thing. He'd felt the static shock of joy zing through him the moment he registered the familiar shade of his eyes, felt comforted by his silhouette alone. If anything that made him even more mad. The fact he had been conditioned so well, that nearly eight months felt like nothing anymore... with Armand in front of him.
It wasn't nothing. There was no telling how many half-years or years Daniel even had left. Had Armand even been counting the time without him, like Daniel did? Did he even care? Probably not. He obviously had better things to do.
A cool hand came up around the back of his neck working into his hair, and his body pushed into it without his brain's input.
“Daniel… Beloved, what's better than you?” Armand's silky voice in his ear was relaxing him even further, and already it was harder to remember why he was angry in the first place. An arm wrapped around his waist from behind. “Would you like to go home now? You were planning to leave, weren't you? I'll take you back. Let me.”
Daniel paused for only a second before he nodded slowly, feeling Armand's nails drag slightly at his nape from the motion.
Part of him wanted to argue still, to push the issue until he got Armand truly upset right along with him. He was so comfortable like this though, as he leaned back into the other, unaware of anyone else in the bar. He missed being comfortable. Plus, there wasn't really a universe in which he would ever say no to Armand coming home with him.
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They're inside his apartment at record speed. Daniel barely had time to feel the chill of air on his face when they stepped out of the club's doors. He's not at all surprised to realize Armand knows where the place is with no directions, but he is a little shocked at how efficiently the other gets him there and herded towards the bed.
Realizing the talking is over, he reaches up to start unbuttoning his shirt, but before he can make any progress Armand grabs his shoulder and spins him around to face the bed. “What-”
He feels a finger hook into the back of his shirt collar, a sharp nail barely pressing to his nape, then a quick and harsh tug. There’s a sting down his back, and his cheap button down is torn cleanly in half. He plucks at the cuffs of it and watches in shock as the two pieces just fall forward off of him.
“Holy shit,” Daniel breathes. “Did you really just… did you need to-”
“I’ll buy you another. A better one.” Armand interrupts. Daniel has half a mind to say something snarky about how Armand doesn’t appreciate his taste, but he feels hands come around his hips and a tongue start dragging down his back where Armand’s nail must have shallowly cut him, and he loses his train of thought completely. A sound near to a squeak leaves him when Armand reaches his mid back and his hands on Daniel’s hips tense to the point of digging in, before one pulls his hips back as the other pushes his lower back so he’s bent over onto the bed, supported mostly by his shoulders. He's pushed far enough that while he's still standing on the floor, it's almost on his toes, his legs stretched. He thinks briefly that he must look like the letter A, and he tries to scoot into a more comfortable position, but he can't. Whether it's the hands on him or one of Amrand's other more mental strengths, he doesn't know.
Armand continues taking his time letting his tongue glide over the small scratch down the center of his back and kneels to tug the pants and underwear down, continuing his licking on the small pinpricks his nails left on the sides of Daniel's hips. Meanwhile, Daniel is trying his best to get a full breath and stop his legs twitchy movements, sore in the calves from his position, he's so hard already, so keyed up for more that it's embarrassing, and realizing he's naked while Armand is still fully clothed behind him does nothing to help. He can feel the other's eyes burning into him, his cool hands running over his legs, but can't turn his head well enough to look back, can't find any relief.
“Oh, Daniel. How could I not have missed you?” Armand’s voice takes on a sighing sing-songy quality talking into the dips by Daniel's hip bones and ignoring the squirming. “You think I just forget about you when I can’t see you, that you don't hold room and weight in my mind?” He chuckles a little and places a kiss closer to the front, where Daniel really wants his mouth, but then he moves away to kiss the dimples in his lower back instead. “You’re a foolish boy.” Daniel tries to push back for more contact to no avail. Of course.
“Should I show you how I missed you?” A hand comes down to grip the back of Daniel's left thigh. “Would you let me,” Armand whispers. Another hand grasps the back of his right thigh this time.
Daniel is nearly dizzy already, but he still tries his damnedest to frantically nod where his head is pushed to the bed.
“Mm, thank you. I'm glad.” Armand hums and Daniel can feel it in his spine. A kiss is placed on the thin scratch on his back, then another one further down, one again on his hips, then one on the curve of his ass, and then without warning lips become teeth. He feels Armand's fangs sinking into his left cheek and his legs buckle, or they would have if the other's hands weren't still gripping his thighs. It burns. All his breath leaves his lungs with a broken huffy noise. The sharp stinging burn coupled with the suction that comes afterwards is all such a strange sensation he doesn't know whether he wants to push into it to understand it better or wiggle away, and he can't actually do either. Almost as quickly as it happened the teeth disappear though, and are replaced with Armand's fingers prodding around the wound.
Daniel feels a pushing/caressing motion happening, sending more little sparks of pain through him, and he realizes that Armand is gathering the blood that drips out of the wound onto his fingertips. He wants badly to see it, and almost as soon as he has the thought he’s flipped onto his back. He blinks rapidly, trying to process his change in position and take in a full breath now that his face is properly exposed. The room is dark, they didn’t bother stopping to flip the light, so he still can’t see much- the bedside lamp comes on. Armand comes into focus, leaning over him, smiling slightly.
Daniel huffs, “Show off.”
Armand just raises an eyebrow and brings a hand up to lick the blood he’s smeared on it.
Daniel's mouth waters. He wonders if some poor bastard got to see something like this before he died. Armand laughs and Daniel's eyes lock onto the peak of his fangs when he does. Suddenly, he's more impatient than ever, but trying to squirm again gets him nowhere. He’s pinned in place by an invisible force.
Armand replaces his grip on the back of Daniel's thighs like before, this time spreading his legs and raising them up towards his chest. Daniel shifts to hold them there for Armand, ready to let the other get to it, but Armand grabs his arms instead and lifts them together above his head, his thin fingers flexing around both of Daniel's wrists. He realizes his position is held as surely as if he were sculpted this way.
His calves are still cramping from standing earlier, and he can tell it's only going to start to burn more, along with his thighs now, and his ass, which he thinks may be leaving spots of blood on the blanket beneath him. Either way he knows he's going to be staying where he's been put, if not from the inability to move, then from the glow of satisfaction already in Armand's eyes as he looks down at him.
Armand squeezes Daniel's wrists tight for a moment and then just as quickly releases, before dragging slowly down his arms, one and then the other, he does a second pass letting his nails catch in places and then bending over to kiss over them. Daniel hisses at the sensation, but it seems Armand is just starting.
Daniel’s shoulders get kneaded, thin scratches applied over his chest where Armand takes the liberty of giving his nipples some attention with his mouth as well, biting and then sucking, fingers skating and scratching down onto his diaphragm, near his bellybutton, back up to his sides and down them instead, it's like Armand is tracing every contour of his body with pinprick gouges or thin continuous scratches, and kissing or licking up them as a reward after. Daniel would be shaking now, if he could. He’s so hard he's leaking onto himself, though he doesn't know for how long. He'd been letting out gasps and loud sudden inhales. He was maybe more aware of his body than he ever had been, feeling every section light up with sensation as Armand continued.
Armand pulled up just enough for his eyes to swoop down Daniel, and he hummed. “I was thinking of healing these afterwards,” he thumbed over one of the cuts, “but now I'm not as sure…”
Daniel could only lay there and pant.
Armand spared another minute just staring down at him, and then he was in motion, licking once down his whole torso, to his hips, to inner right thigh, clearly ignoring again where Daniel's dick was practically twitching towards him. He then looked up, opened his mouth, and slowly applied pressure until the other could see the moment the fangs broke skin and blood welled up around them. Daniel whimpered.
Things started to blur for him just a little after that. There was the vision of Armand's content look as he lapped at the bite, his slender fingers with more blood on them, feeling them glide up his thigh to his ass, to between his spread legs, Armand's tongue following the trail.
Daniel closed his eyes as his breath stuttered. He felt Armand's first finger start to slide in, the threat of his claw was there, but it wasn't catching, because the other was poking his tongue in with it, easing the way. He could envision the wet muscle swirling around inside him, opening him up and chasing the taste of blood.
Daniel choked on his spit. “Fuck.”
His body felt burning hot everywhere, over-stimulated already from the aching soreness of holding his position, the scratches he'd been dealt, and the pleasure from both crawling up his nerves. And when Armand added another finger, his tongue between them, and the tip of one curling to hit his prostate, he thought he may actually burst into flames.
He wanted to writhe around, move up the bed away from the sensation, or maybe push himself down into it, get more. Only his chest moving as his lungs worked though, and his mouth and eyes. Even his eyes started to burn, as he felt tears well up in them. Christ, they weren't even FUCKING yet, and he was a complete mess. He wished he could turn his head into the bed again so the other wouldn't see.
Armand brought his head up from between Daniel's legs and caressed his face. His fingers didn't stop rocking their rocking motion though, still hitting his prostate on every other pass. Daniel whined, and shut his eyes, feeling tears fall. Armand caught some with his thumb. “Shhhhh, beloved. You waited this long already. Only a moment longer.” He placed a gentle lingering kiss on Daniel's lips, and then he pushed a third finger in. Daniel could feel the nail catch on his rim for a moment, and he gasped at the sudden harshness, which Armand used as an opportunity to push his tongue into Daniel's mouth. The kiss turned filthy and Armand lowered his body fully between his legs. He sighed at the sensation of something finally touching his dick, but then huffed at the fact it was just Armand's stomach, still wearing his fucking shirt.
Armand leaned back when Daniel's eyes opened, he nodded, disappeared for the span of one slow blink, and then was back where he had been, naked. Daniel blinked again, processing what had happened and he smiled. He was gathering his thoughts to try and form a word like “finally,” when Armand's fingers were pulled out, and instead all that left him was a stupid sounding “guh” noise.
The head of Armand's dick pressed to his entrance and he felt like his tears now could be from joy. Months. Months without this, and when Armand finally started to sink into him he felt immensely grateful that the wait was over. His eyes closed and he imagined a key perfectly fitting a lock. All the air left his lungs in a sigh, and he heard a hum from Armand. Before Armand started thrusting, though, Daniel was startled as he felt his legs fall to the bed as dead weights. He wasn't being held in place anymore. He tried to stretch them, but there wasn't much more than a twitch of movement. He looked up towards his arms, wondering if he should keep them where Armand put them.
“Move as you like, Daniel.” Armand said above him, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I know I will,” he whispered. And with that he thrusted forward hard. Daniel yelped, and reached his arms up around the other's shoulders, scrambling at his back. Only fair to leave a few scratches of his own. Not that they'll last.
There's constant noises leaving Daniel now. Incoherent little, “muh, uhhn, ehmms,” as Armand pistons his hips relentlessly into him. Daniel's thighs are twitching as they switch between trying to spread further and spring closed to pull Armand in more. The thrusts are hitting his prostate more than not, and he's not pulling his punches. Tears rolled down Daniel's temples. He'd be worried about the bed breaking, or his own tailbone, if he had any thought in his head that wasn't more, more, more, more, more, more.
And Armand gives it to him.
One of his hands comes down to grope at Daniel's chest, and the other one goes up to his own mouth. Daniel watches hazily as Armand takes the fingers he used to stretch him into his open lips and uses his fangs to nick them, before bringing them down above Daniel's own.
“Take it. I know you missed this too.” Armand says.
Daniel doesn't hesitate to open wide and let Armand's fingers slide onto his tongue. He has missed the vampire's blood, of course he has. Best drug he ever got a hold of. And when he closes his eyes and sucks desperately, and the flavor hits him, the sensation flows through him like ecstasy turned up to a thousand, color flashes behind his eyes, and he cums before he can even register it happening. Gulping, and whining, and squirming underneath Armand.
Armand doesn't even slow his thrusts.
Daniel sobs and grabs onto Armand's wrist so his fingers stay in his mouth. He's biting lightly at them, trying to encourage more drops out. His blood is rushing in his ears, pounding at his temples, he's tingling down to his legs, and he can feel himself getting hard again. He's drooling, crying, it feels like he's leaking everywhere. From shallow cuts to eyes, nose, mouth. He's ruined.
He peaks his eyes open again to see Armand over him, and the sight takes what little breath he had. It's striking. His skin glistens in the lamp light looking warmer than usual with his red bloody sweat beading along his hairline and shoulders. His dark curls are mussed and swaying with his movements. The look on his face…
His eyes are laser focused on where he's pushing his fingers into Daniel's mouth now, matching pace with his hips, looking sharp and crimson and blissed, switching between being dropped open relaxed and something close to a snarl, biting into his own lip. Daniel can't help but think he's perfect. In a way. Looking fucked up, and inhuman, and so otherworldly gorgeous he would fit in with those murals people commission for cathedrals. He's amazing. Daniel could stay here forever like this.
After he thinks it, Armand makes a somewhat startled gasp of noise and his eyes snap to Daniel’s. There's an unreadable look on his face, and he freezes completely for a moment, before Daniel can question it Armand pushes the fingers in his mouth further back towards his throat and Daniel gags on them. He almost coughs hard and chokes before he manages to swallow some of his own spit and work around the fingers. When he does, Armand picks up speed. Daniel wasn't aware he could actually do that. Apparently he was pulling back some. Because now he holds Daniel's hip hard on one side, palms his dick with the other hand, angles himself again, and starts pulling back and pushing in so quickly that Daniel can't even keep track of it.
He throws his head back and lets out a yell tossing his head to the side. His eyes roll back. He's sure the bite on his ass has opened and is bleeding again, or still. Probably some of the cuts too. He hurts everywhere. Probably for a month after this he will too. His toes curl, his calves cramp still, and he thinks this may be the best moment of his life so far. He's floating above himself.
He may be cumming again, he can't tell. There's just dark edges coming around his vision and lights flashing behind that. He thinks he may hear an ominous creak from the bed. He goes limp. When his eyes open again he sees Armand with his teeth bared above him, feels him still working Daniel into the bed with his movements, and he knows what comes next. He tilts his head down to bare his throat and nods. Within a second he feels Armand's teeth in his throat, a whine coming from him, and then he feels him the stutter of his hips, the warm flood inside him that means he's finished. Daniel smiles, and then promptly passes out.
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When he comes back to he seems to be bleeding considerably less, and is under the blanket too. He rearranges a little to look around- yup, he was definitely into something about being sore for the next month- and relaxes when he sees Armand in the bed beside him. Staring at him owlishly. Can't help the smile that comes over his face, and he sees Armand mirror the look.
“Have I been forgiven, then?” Armand asks.
“Mmm, for what?” He remembers, but for the life of him he can not be mad right now, with Armand in his bed. That doesn't mean he's not worried about it happening again though. He takes a deep breath and reaches over to card a hand into Armand's curls, kind of gross from blood sweat. “Stay.” The please is unspoken, but they both hear it anyway.
“Of course I'll stay.” He says it flippantly, but Daniel's face must show him that isn't a good enough response. And he starts to elaborate.
Grabbing Daniel's hand from his hair he raises one of the fingers with his own. “In a few days we have reservations for a restaurant people are saying has the best ‘tapas’ in the country, and you'll tell me if they're right or not.” He reaches for another finger and raises it. “A week after that there's a convention that is going to bring a ridiculous amount of obnoxious people into the area, and you're going to help me find one of the dullest ones to trick and make disappear, or one of the sharpest to talk to. Maybe we'll bring someone back with us?” Another finger bent up. “Two weeks from that there's a conference at this college a few states over, and I know you'll be interested in at least a few of the lectures.” He stops. “That's just three. Just for the next little while. You can pick more, I suppose.”
Daniel stares at him, stunned for a minute. Then he scoffs. “You were REALLY sure I was going to let you talk me into all this weren't you?” He tries to sound accusing, but can't keep the joy properly out of his voice.
Armand gives him a flat look. As if to say, “really?”
“You're an asshole.” He does mean it, but he's almost laughing.
Armand's look becomes somber. “Your bed frame is broken.”
Daniel bursts into laughter and ducked his head into the pillow.
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