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Despite being worn out more than usual by the constant sex, Armand still found himself needing to sleep significantly less than his fledgling. Often when they went to bed together, or occasionally the coffin, he would spend the majority of the day Daniel slept away either watching him sleep or staring at the wall and zoning out.
Daniel would be waking up alone in their room today, as Armand had hidden himself away in the basement containing a ton of junk he'd collected over the years. He'd been perched on the lone armchair in the corner, plucking random stuff out of the open cardboard box beside him and pulling it apart completely, just to attempt to reassemble it afterwards.
It was a half-baked attempt to ignore any emotions that he was definitely not feeling.
If the occasional object was thrown across the room to smash to pieces on the floor, that was none of his business.
Well, it was mostly the fact that for some insane reason, he was wanting to withdraw the offer he made to Daniel last night.
It was ridiculous. Daniel was not Louis. Louis would love having him completely submissive, at his beck and call, and while Armand enjoyed it on occasion, being so completely under someone else's control all the time was… not particularly something he enjoyed, at all.
He was never completely under Louis' control. But often during sex, he would find himself dissociating. Zoning out completely, forgetting his own pleasure in order to fulfil the role he had to play to please his 'master'. The origins of that, he was certainly not going to think about.
Additionally there was the whole being available to someone whenever they deigned to use him, which brought up bad memories, but this was his Daniel, his beloved boy, the only one to truly understand him.
These emotions would not ruin the fun they were going to have.
When he woke, Daniel shoved the coffin lid open with such force it almost flew off its hinges.
The only thought on his mind was Armand, Armand, Armand. If he was honest, those were his thoughts most of the time these days, even if occasionally they sat in the background. He'd conveniently woken up with morning wood, and knowing he was going to be able to put it to use sent him stumbling upright out of coffin.
Armand was nowhere to be seen in their room. He was still nearby, Daniel could sense him. Maybe he was planning on playing hard to get, or wanted a chase before the main event. Daniel found himself unopposed to both ideas.
What dignity did he even have left at this point, why would he bother to get properly dressed when he planned to spend the majority of the evening undressed? Daniel found himself powering down the corridors in just his pyjama pants, dick making an obscene tent in the front of them. Hopefully none of the staff would be about to see him, and if they did, so fucking what.
"Babe!" he called out, momentarily getting lost in the labyrinth of corridors in a house that was way too big for two people. Realising he'd missed the staircase, Daniel whipped back around and charged down the wooden stairs, almost tripping over his own feet multiple times.
Armand wasn't in the sitting room. It'd clearly been cleaned recently as everything was pristine and back in place.
The kitchen was empty too, except for a single staff member arranging blood bags in one of their big fridges.
"He's in the pool, sir."
"Yeah, great, thanks," Daniel grinned, thankful that the guy hadn't turned around to look at the state of him. He rushed back out into the hall, down to the end where the large double doors led out into the night air.
Through the window, he could see Armand's silhouette in the corner of their outdoor pool, eyes glowing in the moonlight like the beautiful creature he was.
The doors were locked, of course. Daniel grunted in frustration, realising it was almost definitely done on purpose.
"Your fault, boss," he mumbled to himself as he ripped the door handle straight out of the foundation of the fancy large door. It made the most horrific cracking noise and Daniel tossed it across the floor, shouldering the desecrated door open and making his way swiftly to the pool.
Armand pretended not to know he was there, staring off into the night sky like some perfect marble statue.
"Not makin' this easy for me, are you?" Daniel shuffled out of his pants and sat down naked at the edge of the pool. "Almost got me thinking you've gone and changed your mind about my reward."
Armand finally turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "Why would I do that, when you were so very well behaved?"
Daniel felt himself preening at the praise. "You wanna do this in the pool?"
"Is there somewhere else you would prefer to have me?" Armand's voice was as smooth as silk, and Daniel felt his cock twitch at the promise.
"'M usually not picky, but…" Daniel kicked his leg around in the water. "Not sure even I'll be able to keep it up in water this cold, babe."
Armand easily hauled himself up to sit on the opposite edge of the pool by his strong arms. He too was completely naked, cock at half mast between his legs. Daniel felt his mouth water at the sight, fangs threatening to break through his gums. He wanted to lick every drop of water off of his maker's body.
He also couldn't help but notice that all of Armand's long nails were bitten down. The sight sent more blood rushing south.
"Are you just going to stare?" Armand teased, an eyebrow raised. He spread his legs enticingly, watching Daniel's wandering eyes like a hawk.
"D'ya blame me? With the view I've got?" Daniel leapt to his feet. "Go on then. Hands and knees, on the deck chair. M'not a monster, not gonna make ya kneel on the floor."
"How kind of you, Mr Molloy," Armand chirped, swaying his hips as he made his way to the deck chair on their large patio. He got onto his hands and knees as instructed, presenting himself to Daniel like a 5 course meal.
Daniel licked his lips, fangs fully dropped now and made his way to stand behind his gorgeous lover. His hands flew to glistening wet hips, claws lightly digging into skin but not yet breaking it. Armand fell forward to his forearms, head hanging between his shoulders and fingers gripping the cushion beneath him for dear life.
"Do I have permission to cum, Mr Molloy?"
If this was how Armand wanted to go about this, Daniel wasn't going to complain one bit. He was so used to Armand being in charge the majority of the time in bed, it felt good on the occasions he got a turn.
"Dunno about that," Daniel pressed the pad of his thumb to Armand's slick hole, punching a breath from the elder vampire. "I didn't get to yesterday."
While Armand was panting and whimpering beneath him, Daniel took the opportunity to bite his own sharp nails off, spitting them onto the floor.
"Want you to save it," Daniel muttered, his own unnecessary breaths coming in quickly as he sank his fangs into his wrist. "Gonna—gonna fuck you, fuck you til I'm empty, then, then I'll flip you over and drink every last drop from your desperate cock."
That earned him the loudest moan yet, and Daniel grinned to himself as he let the blood from his wrist drip onto his cock. Wrapping a hand around his length, he spread it across and pressed the tip to Armand's hole.
"Fuck," Daniel cursed to himself, bracing one hand on Armand's back and the other on his hip as he nudged the head inside, hissing at the intense warmth gripping him. Maybe it was just his imagination, but as he buried the rest inside, he swore Armand felt tighter than usual.
"Look at you," he exhaled, sliding in right to the hilt and feeling his balls meet Armand's skin. "Baby, you're gorgeous. Beautiful. Y'look perfect all wrapped around my cock."
Armand was whimpering beneath him, legs trembling and fangs piercing his lower lip as he tried to hold back more loud moans.
"Hey, everything good?"
His lover seemed to freeze up for a split second, cracking his eyes open to gaze back at Daniel from under his lashes.
"Yes, move, please."
"Okay then princess," Daniel couldn't hold himself back any longer, his shortened nails dug harshly into Armand's hips as he pulled back, tip catching on the rim before effortlessly sliding back in all the way.
"Daniel," Armand whined pathetically, pushing his hips back to meet the sharp, slapping thrusts battering his insides. "Mr—Mr Mol—"
"That's it," Daniel managed to choke out between grunts as he chased his impending orgasm, feeling his lover clench around him and bring him closer. "Takin' it so well, fuck, so nice 'n tight for me—"
"Yes, right there!" Armand cried out, his trembling thighs almost giving way beneath him at the intensity of the hips slamming against him. He was quickly reduced to incoherent mumblings, high-pitched whines and throaty moans as Daniel continued to abuse his prostate. The younger vampire was getting close very quickly, his thrusts becoming stuttering and more desperate, hands pawing at Armand's hips and back.
"Uh—u—Arm—" Daniel broke into a wanton groan as his hips stilled, his thrusts shallow and deep as he finally spilled inside his lover.
His orgasm wracked his body and seemed to last forever, his vision becoming fuzzy at the edges, the slide of his cock becoming slicker as he shot ropes and ropes of cum. The red-tinged fluid covered his cock completely, and he found himself not wanting to pull out so a single drop couldn't escape.
"Mmm," Armand hummed contently, deliberately clenching around Daniel's oversensitive cock and making tears prick the corners of his eyes. "More, please. Keep it inside."
"Fuck," Daniel heaved, his legs trembling at the effort to remain standing. "Not losin' a single drop, baby. Gimme a minute, need to fuck you again."
His hands caressed the miles of perfect skin on his lover's back, his cock not taking long to return to full hardness again, especially with the view he had before him.
"You close yet, sweetheart?"
Armand huffed, hiding his face in his arm. "No. Keep going."
Daniel chuckled, knowing that was most definitely not the full truth. Armand's cock looked painfully hard and was leaking onto the deck chair cushion, staining it with drops of red.
Ignoring the trembling of his legs, Daniel's hands returned to those perfect hips and he restarted the same rhythm from before. It was building even faster this time, his cock still oversensitive from coming once and with the noises his lover was making, Daniel was sure he was crying out loud enough the whole island could hear when he shot his load once again right into Armand's guts.
It was becoming even harder to stay upright, but Daniel didn't give a single fuck, the ringing in his ears and tears of blood clouding his vision drowning it out. His cock twitched at the even slicker slide, the occasional drop spilling out onto the cushion from how stuffed Armand had become.
"Need t' plug you up," Daniel almost wheezed, the little broken whimpers coming from beneath him starting to make him hard yet again. "Think I got one more in me, for now of course."
"Insatiable fledgling," Armand muttered, sounding absolutely ruined. There was an entire puddle beneath his cock now.
"Better keep all that in," Daniel reached round to press a thumb into Armand's slit, making him keen and dig his fangs into the flesh of his own forearm. "All mine, y'hear?"
"Yes," Armand whimpered, fangs destroying his arm. "Daniel, beloved, please."
"Begging suits you," Daniel gradually began sinking back inside of him, the obscene squelching of their mixing fluids only serving to make him harder. "Feel good, baby?"
"Mmm."
Soon Daniel was back to wildly pistoning his hips, both their moans melting together. His mind blanked, body swaying forward and fangs sinking into Armand's shoulder, hands spreading his cheeks further as if he could slide any deeper in than he already was. The elder vampire was drooling and practically sobbing beneath him, and that was all it took to push Daniel over a third time, his entire body trembling as he came.
If he'd blacked out for a while, he wouldn't have been surprised. When Daniel finally came to, he felt his cum spilling out faster than before and swiftly replaced his cock with three thick fingers, stuffing it back inside.
Armand's face was streaked red, and Daniel found that way hotter than he had any right to.
"Close, baby?"
All his lover could do was whimper and nod.
"Wanna turn over and cum in my mouth?"
Armand whined desperately, and Daniel moved back behind him, allowing him to twist over with some difficulty considering he refused to remove the fingers still inside him. When he saw that beautiful leaking cock, Daniel's mouth watered and he sunk to his knees, using his free hand to yank Armand forward by his hips.
"Daniel," Armand muttered, his hips grinding back against the fingers stuffing him full. "Please."
Swiftly, Daniel propped Armand's leg on his shoulder and moved to take the head of his cock between his lips, which also forced his fingers in deeper. His lover babbled beneath him, sighing out his name between breathless moans. This, sucking cock, was something that Daniel knew he was expertly talented at.
"Won't last—" Armand gasped as Daniel swallowed him down with ease, curling his fingers and fucking him with his own cum while his throat constricted around the sensitive head, lips and tongue working the rest. The younger vampire felt blunted claws digging into his scalp, hips alternating between ramming upwards into his throat and rutting against his fingers. He hummed with contentment, he was right where he wanted to be, and Armand's noises were already sending more blood to his twitching cock.
With a few bobs of his head and twists of his fingers Armand was spilling down his throat, thighs trembling and the delectable taste of blood-cum flooding his senses. Daniel made sure to swallow every last drop, dragging his tongue over the slit to make sure he got everything.
Once Armand was too sensitive, Daniel was gently removed from suckling on the tip. He licked his lips, closing his eyes in bliss and letting his fingers lightly stroke over his lover's skin.
"Mmm, come here," Armand mumbled, and Daniel couldn't say no to an offer like that. He clambered onto the deck chair, which was struggling under the weight of two grown men. Immediately, Armand pushed him backwards and curled up into his side, burying his face in Daniel's grey chest hair.
He heard the grunt of disapproval when he had to remove his fingers from Armand's hole.
"Love you," he whispered into his maker's hair, wrapping an arm tightly around him. He would never stop being fascinated that this powerful ancient vampire turned into a cuddly, clingy cat when around him.
"I love you, Daniel," Armand smiled against his chest, reaching for his spare hand and tangling their fingers together.
Consistently being this happy and content was still taking a lot of getting used to for Daniel.
The next few nights of the week went by in lust-hazed bliss. Daniel truly seemed to be intent on getting his intense fledgling appetite out of his system, which meant the majority of their nights together were spent going at it like rabbits in some way or another, with a little break for the occasional hunt.
So far, it had seemed to be going completely fine, in fact more than fine. Armand found it ridiculous he even had any worries or doubts in the first place. His Daniel always treated him so much better than he deserved to be treated, perhaps better than anyone ever had.
Armand currently lounged on the sofa, stretching out his slightly aching limbs from when Daniel had been riding him for the last few hours. His beloved was currently relaxing in the pool and having a smoke. Everything felt good for once, he took a sip of blood from the glass on the coffee table and pretended he cared about whatever was currently playing on the ridiculously large TV on the wall.
At some point, his eyes slipped shut and he succumbed to a little nap on the sofa.
The instant he regained the slightest hint of consciousness, Armand felt his muscles seize in panic. He wasn't in the same position he fell asleep in, in fact, his face was buried in the sofa cushion and his body held down, and he couldn't move.
Of course he technically could if he really wanted to, he could overpower the majority of people and vampires alike. Instinct froze him still, and it was only then he became aware that he was being fucked into, and for a split second it felt like—
No.
Armand hid his face in his arm. Forced himself into that role — the good, submissive toy. He made his muscles relax, had to be good, useful for pleasure.
It wasn't long before he felt himself being filled up, even though he was barely even in his body. Nothing felt real, perhaps he was still asleep.
He didn't even register he was being spoken to, or that a pair of hands was gently caressing his hips and back.
"Hey, hey, Armand? Baby?"
Armand, who was that again? The only name that felt familiar right now was… Amadeo.
Hands continued to drift over a body he wasn't even sure he inhabited.
"Fuck, fuck," the voice above him muttered. "Armand, talk to me, is everything okay?"
In that moment he felt his heart leap straight into his throat. Everything was coming back, he was safe, in his home with his fledgling, his companion, the love of his life. And he'd gone and frozen up while being fucked.
With a combination of vampiric speed and utter panic, Armand had disappeared out the door in the blink of an eye. He vaguely registered Daniel calling out after him, trying to catch up but he was too fast.
The rest of the night was spent holed up in the basement, furiously wiping the tears from his face while dismantling an ancient-looking vacuum cleaner. Luckily Daniel had gotten the hint and hadn't come looking for him. Armand was not at all used to anyone seeing him in a state like this, complete weakness, and he certainly didn't want the most important person in the world to him seeing that.
Hundreds of pieces lay before him. Armand sighed, scrubbing at his eyes and proceeding to reverse the process he'd just done. It calmed him somehow, the repetitive routine of it all.
He could sense Daniel going to sleep in the morning, and he ended up so engrossed in these little tasks that time flashed by and he sensed his boy waking the next evening.
At least he'd stopped crying. Perhaps he should actually go find Daniel now, try to talk about this mess.
For a moment, he tapped into their bond. Daniel was overtaken by worry. It made him feel pathetic briefly, but unfortunately he had to make himself face this, somehow.
As Armand made his way up the stairs, the thought crossed his mind that he wouldn't blame Daniel at all if he'd decided to up and leave. He hadn't, Armand could still sense him nearby, but he wouldn't be surprised if he had, or at least wanted to.
It felt right to have a quick shower and freshen himself up before the confrontation.
Of course he found Daniel back in the office, burying himself in work. He must've sensed him at the door, because the lid of his laptop promptly slammed shut.
Daniel spun around in the desk chair, an eyebrow raised in concern.
"Hey, you. Wanna talk to me yet?"
The gentleness of his voice shook Armand to the core. For some reason he'd expected him to be angry, pissed off, disgusted.
"Perhaps."
"C'mon," Daniel rose to his feet, taking his hand in his own and leading him down the hallway. "Not havin' this conversation in the office."
Armand allowed himself to be dragged into their bedroom, lit only by the bedside lamps. Daniel shut the door behind them, crashing onto the bed and opening his arms up in invitation.
For a moment he hesitated, feeling undeserving of Daniel's affection. But the pleading look in his fledgling's eyes crumbled his resolve quickly. Armand sighed, taking a seat on the side of the bed and slowly shuffling back against Daniel's chest, feeling arms wrap around his middle and pull him backwards.
This was nice, safe. Some of the tension started to leave his body.
The silence was comfortable. Armand smiled to himself, it was rare that his Daniel ever shut up for this long.
"Gonna tell me where I went wrong last night, baby?" Daniel whispered into his hair. "I'm not mad, don't even try it. Need you to talk to me, sweetheart."
All the sweet pet names made him preen. Armand hummed, unsure where to even start with this. It wasn't even like he could fuck with Daniel's mind anymore, he was his fledgling now, and with that he'd made a vow to never do so again. Unfortunately he had to talk about his feelings. Gross.
"I… don't know," he murmured, his voice shaky and unsteady. Daniel soothingly rubbed his hand over his chest, pressing a kiss into his hair.
"It's okay," Daniel pulled him closer, if that were possible. "Lucky for you, I happen to be really fuckin' good at figuring shit out about people. Investigative journalist and all that."
"Hmm."
"Fuck, I should've realised it the moment I felt you freeze up," Daniel was really beating himself up about this, Armand could tell. "This is about Marius, isn't it? That asshole did some really fucked up shit to you, right?"
Armand felt himself freeze again. All words died in his throat.
"Hey, hey," Daniel was back to petting over his chest. "Baby, it's okay. You don't have to say anything, just nod or something. Let me do the talking, I never fucking shut up anyway."
Armand chuckled at that. "Daniel. You are not… him. You are nothing like him."
"Been through enough trauma myself, spoken to enough people, I know how that shit works," Daniel began. "I'm no shrink, wouldn't ever take advice from me, but… I know enough about the ins and outs. Interviewed enough survivors in my time."
Armand didn't respond to that.
"You can go thinking whatever you want about what happened, a whole lotta people don't even realise they're fucked up til years later. That what happened was wrong, has hurt them. Whatever you think about him, Marius… it was never consensual. You were a child, Armand."
"He saved me."
"He groomed you," Daniel clutched him tighter. "Going around painting himself as a big saviour, then makin' you feel like you're forever in his debt."
"I don't know what that means."
"He was an ancient vampire, you were a child. Obvious power imbalance," Daniel tangled their fingers together. "Not consensual."
Armand felt himself begin to tremble in Daniel's arms, every instinct in his body telling him to run away from this conversation right now.
"Hey, baby," his boy whispered into his shoulder. "I'll shut up about all that now. Just, fuck, I'm really fucking sorry. I'm sorry I didn't stop sooner. Never want to make you feel like that."
Words continued to fail him. It was all too much, no one had ever cared about his discomfort to this level in the past. Louis barely knew what aftercare was. And Marius… that was an entirely different can of worms.
"You weren't to know," he finally managed to say.
"Maybe we should, y'know," Daniel said. "Do a rain-check on the whole reward thing. We can still fuck all day, if you want… I'll just warn you first before I go sticking my dick in you."
The corner of his mouth turned up at his beloved's constant crudeness. "You wouldn't be disappointed?"
"Babe, the whole thing that gets me going is having your permission to fuck you when I wanted to," the younger vampire reassured him. "If you're not into it then neither am I."
All of this paired with the intensity of love and care being projected through their bond, Armand felt tears come to his eyes. He blinked them away, embarrassed.
"If that is what you wish," Armand murmured into the pillow.
"Hey, this isn't about what I wish, it's about what you wish."
"I wish to please you."
"And it pleases me, when my companion feels safe and comfortable."
Armand knew he was leveraging that term to make him weak. It worked without fail every time.
"Fine," he huffed out. "I was… unaware that my offer would trigger this moment of weakness. I suppose I would… be, appreciative, if it were to be postponed. For the time being."
"Wow, okay," Daniel was grinning, smacking a kiss to his shoulder. "That must've been real hard for you, boss. Kinda sounded like you were being held at gunpoint there."
"Do you wish for me to be honest about my feelings or not, Daniel?"
"Hey, I was joking around," Daniel squeezed his hand. "Not like I'm the best at sharing my feelings. Twice divorced guy, here."
"It was a lot easier when I could read your mind."
"Yeah. Have to say it all out loud now," Daniel said. "Sucks for both of us. Fancy a walk down the beach? Bit of skinny dipping in the sea? Weather's real nice out right now."
Armand found himself smiling so wide his cheeks hurt.
"Yes, beloved. I would like that."