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Past
“You are mine, beautiful boy,” Armand said as he gripped Daniel’s chin, his pointed fingernails biting into his flesh. Daniel knelt on the floor before his evil god as he looked up at Armand's hypnotizing eyes. His knees ached from holding his position for who knows how long, he hadn’t kept track of the time. His mind was a haze, his everyday worries gone. His body felt all at once, hypersensitive to any sensation. Armand’s nails carved little lines into his face, the little pain delicious to Daniel’s fucked out mind. He whined at the contact as his throat vibrated around Armand’s cock. Armand’s fingers yanked at his hair pulling his face to the base of his cock. God Daniel loved him, loved being at his mercy.
Armand laughed a little, he had such a pretty laugh. “Do you like being used, beloved?” he said, petting Daniel’s hair. All he could do was moan, and even if he didn’t have a dick in his throat he didn’t think he would be able to put any words together. His lover always knew what he needed, wanted, desired. His mind was always open to him.
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Present
The last year had been a confusing jumbled mess for Daniel. Armand turned him then abandoned him for God knows where. He woke up alone in the ruins of the Dubai apartment and called Louis for help. Then the memories flooded his mind hard and fast. The touch of Armand’s hands, the feeling of his cock inside him, kissing on a beach at night. It was a lot to take in. At least five years of an on-and-off again relationship came back to him in bits and pieces. The memories that had been replaced by Alice. He spent months trying to puzzle out which memories were with Armand and which were with the real Alice. He hated his maker for erasing his memories. But with those memories came a profound love for him as well. He missed Armand dearly. However life went on; he got his book published in lightning time, and crashed with Louis most nights. He watched as Louis and Lestat reunited and argued constantly. Then one day Armand showed up.
His maker had knocked on the door to his and Louis’ apartment in New Orleans, when Louis was gone fucking Lestat. And just like that, Armand was back in his life. They had fought that first night about the memories and to Daniel's shock, Armand had apologized. They kept their relationship secret for a while until Daniel moved out of his apartment with Louis to share one with Armand. Louis wasn’t very happy about the whole situation, as he stopped talking to Daniel for about a month. The silent treatment stopped when he needed to talk to someone about his most recent fight with Lestat. Armand and Daniel were happy living together. There was only one thing bothered Daniel: the sex was vanilla. Don’t get him wrong, the sex was amazing, but it wasn’t like the rough and borderline violent sex of his youth. He wanted that badly. He wanted Armand to use him like he used to. But he had no clue how to even approach that topic.
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Past
Armand roughly shoved Daniel into the brick wall of the alleyway. It was three in the morning and Daniel was pleasantly high. He had been inside the bar making out with a random guy. It was one way to get Armand’s attention and oh how he loved having his attention. Armand had one hand around his throat while the other pulled aggressively at his hair. “Did you like knowing I was watching when you were grinding against that man’s lap like a dog,” Armand asked, gently squeezing the sides of Daniel’s neck.
“Yes boss,” Daniel wheezed out, taking pleasure from the lack of oxygen and the slight pain of Armand pulling his hair.
“You really are a pathetic dog,” Armand laughed, increasing the pressure on the boy’s neck, temporarily cutting off his oxygen. Daniel loved it. His brain that normally buzzed with things, went silent with Armand completely in control.
Daniel gasped as Armand released his neck and his hair at once. His legs felt weak under him as oxygen entered his lungs again. He collapsed, sliding down the wall till he was on his knees in the filthy alleyway. Armand grabbed his jaw, pressing his mouth open and forcing him to look up. “You would let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” Armand said, smiling down at his boy. Daniel did his best to nod even though his lover’s tight fingers were constricting his face. Without warning, Armand spit into Daniel’s mouth. It took Daniel a second to process that he could feel the iron taste of blood on his tongue. Armand’s blood. The act was degrading and made Daniel want to cry, but at the same time he felt his pants tighten with pleasure. Armand closed his mouth, his fingers still tightly holding his face. “Swallow,” Armand said, and Daniel did, letting the glob of blood move down his throat.
“Good boy,” Armand said, smiling down at him. That made Daniel feel incredible, like he was doing good for Armand. His pants were now uncomfortably tight and Armand had taken notice. “You are such a slut” Armand said, as he moved his boot so that the front of the shoe rested against Daniel’s clothed dick, his heel on the ground. The contact had Daniel moaning as he threw his head back against the wall. Armand slightly increased the pressure, causing Daniel to whimper and close his eyes, pleasure coursing through his body. He ground his hips up seeking the sensation of the rough boot against his cock. Armand laughed as his boy squirmed under him. “You are so cute, puppy,” he said, running his fingers through the boy’s curly hair. Daniel groaned at the new nickname, he loved it.
“More please,” Daniel huffed out, barely aware of what he was saying through the pleasurable haze in his head.
“Hm, more of what, puppy,” Armand said back, letting Daniel grind against his boot.
“Anything, please,” he groaned, his brain unable to think.
“I don’t think so,” Armand said looking down at Daniel, who frowned at him. “I will let you cum by humping my foot like a dog, beloved.”
“Fuck,” Daniel moaned and did as he was told.
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Present
Daniel and Armand’s bedtime routine was simple. They would watch a movie or a TV show cuddled up together on the couch, Armand usually playing Minecraft or something on his iPad, giving only half his attention to the TV. They would eventually move to the bedroom where they would fuck, or at least makeout, then go to bed. It was nice. Simple and pleasant but Daniel craved more. He wanted those nights in San Francisco where Armand would degrade and humiliate him into cumming. He loved his lover to be in control. Their current sex life was boring in comparison.
Armand was curled like a cat on top of him, absorbed in his iPad while a movie played in the background. Daniel pondered how to bring it up. He probably should bring it up outside of sex, asking Armand to call him puppy during sex might be offputting. But how to the hell was he supposed to weave it into a normal conversation. And how to bring it up without insulting his lover. He couldn’t exactly say “The sex we are having is boring, so be more scary”. Armand was a sensitive yet prideful creature so he needed to be careful with his words.
“Beloved?” Armand's voice pulled him from his thoughts.
“Yes?” he said seeing that Armand had put down his iPad and had shifted to look at him.
“What’s wrong?” he said, his nose wrinkling slightly with confusion.
“Nothing! Just tired,” Daniel said, completely unprepared for this conversation.
“Are you sure? You have been staring at the ceiling for 10 minutes,” Armand said with concern.
“Um, well,” Daniel stuttered. He guessed this was probably a good opening for the conversation. “Nothing is wrong exactly. I was just thinking about San Francisco, and you know, the 70s in general. And about how different our relationship was back then.”
Armand seemed to deflate at the mention of their previous relationship. “You know I am very sorry for taking those memories away. I was only trying to protect myself and you.”
“Yes I know that’s not what I was thinking about,” he said. “Fuck this is hard. Look there’s not an easy way to say this, but I wish we could have sex like we did back then, you know. Rougher.” Daniel felt his face turning red as he tried to explain what he wanted. There was an awful moment of silence where Armand just looked at as he got progressively redder.
“Beloved,” Armand started, bringing a hand up to cup Daniel’s face. “I have restrained myself recently because I do not know how to tell if you are enjoying it without reading your mind.”
Daniel’s brain short-circuited. Was that all? He was expecting some bigger reason. “Is that really why?” he said bewildered.
“Yes, I would not know when I've gone too far or know what you've wanted from me. I would never want to hurt you,” Armand said simply, now petting his hair.
“Okay, then that is fixable,” Daniel said smiling.
“I do not understand, I can never read your mind again, you are locked from me,” Armand said confused.
Daniel laughed, sometimes he forgot how little Armand interacted with mortals. He was so used to having sex with people where he could read their minds / them read his mind that he had no clue how to without.
“Beloved, why are you laughing? I do not understand,” Armand said, starting to get upset.
“It’s okay babe, I just forget that sometimes I know things you don’t,” Daniel said, reaching up to tuck Armand’s hair behind his ear.
Armand looked at him, still confused. “I still do not understand.”
“Well when mortals have rough sex, they sometimes have a safeword. That is a word that they can say if they want the sex to stop,” Daniel said. “And in some situations, they plan what they want their partner to do to them during sex. Some even create lists of what they want and what they don’t want.”
“Interesting,” Armand said, clearly trying to process that information.
“We don’t have to do any of that right now but I do miss what we did in San Francisco."
“You want to be my puppy again?” Armand said smiling.
“Very much so,” Daniel said and pulled Armand down to kiss him.