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Having a vampire boyfriend is, without a shadow of a doubt, fucking awesome.
He can’t help but marvel at the sheer luxury of it all, especially compared to the years of loneliness and disappointing lovers that came before. Daniel can be incredibly caring when he wants to be. Because Daniel can read his mind, Armand can finally surrender and relax; he never has to vocalize his desires to get exactly what he craves, whether it’s a bruising kiss, rough sex, a gentle touch, a meal, or simply a devoted look. He loves how strong Daniel is, and how well he knows how to wield that strength. And the blood! Vampire blood is pure magic, truly. Ah, how he loves being in a relationship with a vampire!
And Daniel seems to enjoy their little romance just as much, Armand can tell. The man now reminds him of a content, well-fed cat these days, purring under Armand’s attention and eagerly showing off just how capable and useful he can be. He takes immense pride in shielding Armand from the world, whether that means glaring down the annoying strangers who flirt with him in clubs, brushing off the teasing of the band, or simply acting as a buffer in crowded spaces that make Armand feel claustrophobic. Beside him, the young man feels protected, safe.
Protection... yes, perhaps that is what attracts Armand the most. He can’t help it. It’s only natural.
The tour continues, the documentary still rolling. And right now, they’re heading straight back to the city Armand fled just a couple of months ago. He’s actually going back. To the exact same city where his father is.
The thought makes him shiver. He wraps himself tighter in the leather jacket he’d swiped from Daniel while the man was asleep in his bag, craving the physical comfort of it. With the sun up, Daniel is unreachable, his mind quiet. The absence of Daniel’s constant, comforting mental presence leaves Armand feeling odd, lonely. But Armand woke up early on purpose, stepping out during the rest stop just to get a moment alone. He needs the quiet. He has a lot to think about.
He could tell Daniel about his father, about the danger waiting for him if Marius finds him. He could ask him to... Daniel wouldn’t refuse, would he? Of course, he prefers not to kill people, but... he could. For him. Couldn't he?
Armand isn’t sure if it’s too much to ask, if it crosses some kind of line. Honestly, wouldn’t it be incredibly ridiculous of him to just say, hey, we’ve been together for a whole three days or whatever, what do you think about killing my adoptive father? Pretty please, it could double as our one-week anniversary gift! Ha-ha.
But that isn’t the only thing making him hesitate. His feelings about Marius... are complicated. He loved him. Once. But it still haunts him even now, after everything. Of course, he was harsh and cruel to him, and did things he could have been locked up for, had Armand ever taken that step and had Marius not possessed his connections and resources... But he was his father. He had taken care of him since he was fifteen. He was his savior. He was his... everything. So what if he hit him sometimes, and so what if sometimes he did worse than that? Armand is a grown man. He can just leave if he doesn’t like it. There’s no need to go to such extreme measures.
Yeah. These are probably just his stupid thoughts. Why did he even want to ask Daniel about this? How silly. He just needs to relax. It’s in the past. Marius isn’t going to try and kidnap him or anything. What nonsense! He’s just being paranoid. He needs to relax. Think about something else… think about…
Daniel. Yes, Daniel. After their first night together, an absolute whirlwind of events, Armand half-expected the man to have had his fill of him and for things to just stop there - after all, since when the words said in the heat of passion meant anything? Things said during sex don't necessarily reflect what you really think, so he hadn't even dared to hope that Daniel was being serious, that he truly wanted him to be his and his alone.
But later that evening, he woke up, opened his eyes, and saw the man stepping out of the shower, his curls still damp, his hips wrapped in a towel. Breakfast was waiting on the nearby table, ordered up to the room - waffles with syrup and a cup of hot red tea, still steaming. As he ate, Daniel told him that, just to be safe, Fareed had arranged a blood-restoring cocktail for him, so he should be feeling significantly better despite the blood loss from the past evening. And ah, Armand felt so thoroughly cared for! He didn't say a word out loud, but he wore a soft smile the entire time he listened to the man sitting on the bed beside him.
There was no need to speak his desire aloud as he slipped away from the bed toward the bathroom. Armand only had to think it - lip caught between his teeth in that shy, telltale way - and Daniel knew. Within heartbeats, he was there, stepping into the steam after him, into the shower. Lips pressed to the curve of his neck, hands roaming, worshiping. Armand's palm pressed against the steamy glass, leaving a mark, as he sighed softly, his body trembling with the intensity of pleasure…
They were the last ones to come back to the bus, making everyone else wait. It made Armand positivly giddy. He enjoyed coming there with Daniel's arm over his shoulder.
There was a new woman on board. One look at her eyes told Armand exactly what she was, and a cold prickle of tension tightened his spine. He tried not to let it show, calmly taking a seat on one of the couches, pulling out his tablet, and listening to the anxious chatter among the band. He had only found out about all this a couple of hours before the rest of them, yet he no longer felt that same panic and distrust, so he stayed out of the conversation, even when Lestat joined in. Armand just watched, preferring to keep his mouth shut, occasionally smiling in amusement at Daniel's words echoing inside his head.
"Wait a second... did any of you already know about this?" Larry asks, looking around the bus.
Tilting his head, Daniel looks with amusement toward the couch where Armand and Dee are sitting.
The girl is the first to calmly raise her hand, shrugging and saying, "I don't really see the problem here, you guys are just overreacting," and Armand just nods, looking at the band with his innocent brown eyes.
TC stares at him. "The fucking nerdy kid too?"
Most of the band ended up accepting the news, though they were down one member, at least for now, anyway. Daniel kept filming the documentary, showing curiosity toward the vampire woman who had suddenly appeared in their midst. Still, his gaze kept drifting over to Armand, sitting nearby, and, during a break, he reached out to him mentally, calling him over to sit with him.
The young man was hesitant at first, but then gave in to the temptation, sitting close, resting his head on Daniel's shoulder, curling his legs up on the couch, and continuing to scroll through social media. Nobody cared, and he was thoroughly enjoying it, chuckling quietly when Daniel asked if Armand could get Lestat to do a TikTok dance. They were having entire conversations without saying a single word out loud, and Armand was absolutely thrilled.
They pulled into a gas station after arriving in a new city. Armand headed into the convenience store to buy himself a little treat, grabbing an ice cream sandwich from the freezer. He then stopped by the wall outside the station, watching their bus from a distance and the group of musicians hanging out nearby, and realized he could never really blend in with them. Not that he wanted to, though. He preferred not to surround himself with crowds like that. It was just a job, just his escape.
Daniel was on the phone with someone, and Armand rested his gaze on him with a faint smile, catching snippets of the conversation. He was getting annoyed and ended up telling the person on the other end to go to hell before slipping his phone back into his pocket and looking for Armand.
Less than five minutes later, the young man was pinned against the gas station wall, cold hands caressing his waist and chest beneath his clothes, while lips pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss.
Yeah. Having a boyfriend was fucking awesome.
He’s also taken to reading the man’s book on his tablet in his free time. He finds the narrative style fascinating, but even more than that, he loves secretly communicating with Daniel through their thoughts, discussing various moments from the book. Armand is curious and tries to learn more about the man himself, too - who his maker was, how he was turned, what it’s like to drink blood, and what it feels like when his fangs extend. Ten million questions, and the vampire tries to answer them patiently, never stifling the young one’s curiosity.
"He's an asshole," Daniel calmly answers another of his questions, standing with him in the venue while waiting for the concert to start, as the rest of the crew sets up the cameras. "Led me on and then dumped me. Turned me out of spite and bailed on me, haven't heard a peep from him since. Probably curled up in some stone tomb somewhere in Paris, planning to sleep for the next couple of centuries until everyone forgets about my book or whatever... Just keep reading, baby. The last chapter is the best, I promise. A real treat for a curious kitten like you".
Now, almost twenty-four hours have passed since that concert. Armand stands beside the bus, wrapped in Daniel’s black leather jacket, watching the sky rapidly darken.
The sudden slide of the door makes him startle, and he turns.
Just as he hoped, it's Daniel. Freshly showered and newly risen, he still carries the heavy-lidded drowsiness of his daytime sleep. His curls are slightly damp, his shampoo-scented body clad in jeans and a black t-shirt with the logo of some old band Armand had never heard of.
The young man bites his lip, his gaze drifting over those forearms, unable to suppress the thought that Daniel looks so fucking good and delicious like this.
“There you are, baby,” the man says, stepping close, his gaze still sleepy but his smile thoroughly satisfied.
Without further preamble, he leans in, bracing a hand against the bus right next to Armand's shoulder, and captures his lips in a kiss. His other hand settles on the young man's waist beneath the jacket, gripping it tightly, and Armand lets out a soft, pleased sound, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around him in return. God, he loves kissing!
“Mm… that’s surely a good way to start the night. And you look pretty damn good yourself, by the way. Don’t think I didn’t hear you going crazy over me just now,” he says smugly as he pulls back from his lips.
Armand flushes a bit but doesn’t stop smiling as he looks into his eyes. He bites his lip. “Well, you do look hot. It’s a shame we can’t… well,” he sighs. “It’s still hours until we’ll get some alone time…”
“Mm… who says we can’t do it anyway?” Daniel asks playfully, his hand stroking the boy’s waist as it slips beneath his sweater. Armand shivers at the touch of his cool skin. “People fuck on this bus all the time. You don’t need to be shy about it. You can have some fun too if you want. We only live once, and you know what? If it feels good, do it. That’s been my motto since the seventies, baby. You should give it a try”.
Armand bites his lip. The idea sounds incredibly tempting, but insecurity still gnaws at him. He’s not exactly thrilled at the thought of moaning for the whole bus to hear with other people sitting just a few feet away.
And yet, he loves how passionate Daniel is with him, how breathtakingly beautiful he is... He wants to bite his forearm like a dog gnawing on a rubber chew toy, to sit on his lap, to kiss him and… ah, yes, it would feel so good to just sit there like a pretty little thing on his man's lap, soaking up all that attention and affection...
"Yeah, we can do that, baby," Daniel says in response to his thoughts. “I like it”.
Armand stares languidly into his orange eyes before leaning in to press a short, grateful kiss to his lips.
Daniel drinks while Armand sits on his lap, watching his face with a fascinated, addictive intensity, waiting for him to finish and bare his fangs. Armand touches a finger to one of them to draw his own blood, letting out a sharp, quiet gasp when the vampire wraps his lips around his finger and sucks the small dose of blood - like a dessert after the main course, savored even more than everything that came before it.
Daniel kisses his palm, his hand continuing to stroke Armand's lower back, then he moves to kiss his neck. He shrugs the leather jacket off Armand's shoulders; it had definitely gotten too stifling on the bus to keep wearing it, and he heard it in the boy’s mind just in time before he could undress himself.
Armand cups the man's face in his hands as Daniel strokes his back, returning his kisses and tangling his fingers in his gray hair. He rubs against him, rocking his hips, not even immediately realizing he's actually doing it. The rest of the world - the band members, Dr. Fareed sitting at his laptop pretending he’s not even here, the camera crew - simply ceases to exist. They evaporate into the air, leaving just the two of them here.
Blood-warmed hands slide down to his bottom, gripping him through the denim of his jeans, adding to the friction, helping him get more of it. Through a haze, Armand thinks he hears someone nearby choking, coughing, and gasping for air, but he doesn't give it a second thought, too busy with his own feelings and sensations. Daniel makes sure he doesn't get distracted by the fact that he’d just used a rather creative bit of mental persuasion to give the staring, judgmental camera operator a bout of mild asphyxiation, silently commanding him to get the hell to the back of the bus.
Lips against Armand’s face, suddenly, ah, that’s better, I like kissing. And snuggling with dead things, yes, hold me. Public indecency is fun, yes - who could have guessed he’d enjoy this? But only with him. Yes, only with Daniel. It’s safe, it’s magical with him. Why had he ever been afraid to do this in front of people who threw orgies right in front of his eyes? Morality is such a flexible concept. If it feels good, do it. Have sex with a vampire. Grind against his hip right here on the tour bus. Give him your blood, drink his blood. Kill your father.
The kiss breaks for a fraction of a second, but Armand doesn’t give Daniel a chance to speak. He’s too desperate now, aching to feel more, to trip right over the edge. Like a demanding, needy succubus, he pulls Daniel back into a kiss, then guides his face into the curve of his bared neck, begging for a bite.
Daniel hesitates only for a heartbeat before his fangs descend, piercing the delicate line of his neck and drawing a slow, deep pull.
Armand shudders as pleasure arcs through his body like a live wire, a quiet, broken sound tearing from his throat.
His jeans are damp and sticky now, but he has no desire to move. He melts against Daniel, resting his forehead against his shoulder as Daniel’s hands stroke him through the hazy aftermath of his climax, healing the wound with his blood and smoothing it over with his tongue. So good. Yes.
Fortunately, Daniel doesn’t try to discuss what he’d heard in Armand’s head, that tangle of thoughts. Not yet at least. Armand isn’t in the mood for it anyway. He feels soft and pliant, and simply nods with his eyes closed when the older man offers to carry him upstairs so he can take a shower.
He clings to him the whole time, relishing the way the vampire holds him from behind, lathering soap over his skin, their minds drifting together in quiet conversation about the last chapter Armand had read the night before.
Afterward, Armand pulls on his jeans and one of Daniel’s t-shirts, sweeps his hair back from his face, and reaches for the hairspray to set his style for the concert ahead. He can feel the man’s curious gaze on him, but he says nothing, preferring instead to lose himself in thoughts of the book, and the work he still has to do during and after tonight’s show. He doesn’t think about his father anymore.
He snaps a couple of stories for Lestat’s account while the pre-show prep is underway. During some breaks, he also manages to wolf down a chocolate bar, watching from the sidelines as Daniel preps his crew for the documentary shoot. Biting his lip, Armand thinks about how they could slip out of the venue, duck into a dressing room, and have quick, messy sex against a graffiti-covered wall. Those hands on his waist, under his T-shirt, under his pants, greedy and passionate like the kisses they shared. Breathy moans and little gasps, sweaty bodies pressed together in a fit of deranged lovemaking…
He sighs, twisting the cap off a water bottle and taking a few gulps to clear his head. He snaps a couple of photos on his phone - not for work this time, but for himself - catching Daniel in his element. In full director mode, Daniel is sarcastic, a little rough around the edges, and almost breathtakingly sexy. Armand could listen to him roast people for the whole eternity if given a chance.
Once the fans pack in and the music kicks on, Armand stands in the crowd for a while, filming content.
Then, a few lyrics from one of the songs trigger a memory, and he instinctively shrinks into himself, feeling vulnerable.
He tries to steady his breathing, forcing himself to slowly inhale and exhale, but the panic is rising no matter his efforts.
He scans the crowd, looking for his man, and, for a split second, he spots a familiar face among the sea of fans - a big guy who works for Marius, in his usual work attire and eyes trained on him.
Fear paralyzes Armand. He’s like a child spotted somewhere he has no permission to be, with a hand in a cookie jar.
Suddenly, Daniel’s arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back against a solid chest.
"Who's your daddy?" the vampire murmurs right against his ear, cocky and flirty as usual.
Armand is caught in a dizzying tug-of-war between sheer relief, the urge to laugh, and lingering terror.
He blinks hard, whipping his head back to where the figure had just been standing. The guy is gone. Armand forces out a shaky exhale.
A press of lips to his neck works as a great distraction. Armand actually manages a faint smile, telling himself his mind is just playing tricks on him, conjuring ghosts out of stress and exhaustion. Daniel is right here, pressed against him, which means he’s completely safe. And god, isn’t this a perfect way to learn how to tolerate Lestat’s music? With these kisses and playful nips at his neck? "Your Biggest Fan" really isn’t such a bad song. Not compared to the others, at least.
He welcomes the bite. It’s a sweet, sharp ache right as the chorus hits, the feeling of his blood being drawn right in the middle of a packed concert, where they are surrounded by hundreds of people, while Daniel’s hands slide beneath his t-shirt, touching him, stroking him, feeling him.
Armand is utterly, blissfully drunk from the sensation. He doesn't want it to stop, but Daniel doesn't take more than Armand can give, despite the mental whining that buzzes through the younger man's head the moment his fangs withdraw.
The vampire just chuckles softly and pulls him away from the crowd, toward his director's special place in the corner of the venue, and Armand simply allows him.
It's a little quieter here, easier to breathe. Armand leans against the wall, exhaling, watching Daniel as he goes back to work for a few minutes before turning his attention back to Armand - telepathically, for now.
So, is that Marius your daddy?
Armand blinks once, like he needs a moment to come back to himself after waking from a dream, and focuses on Daniel. Blinks a few more times. Why do you ask? He frowns.
You were thinking about him, Daniel replies calmly, while aloud he calls out an instruction to the cameraman to shift the angle. The dude’s name has been buzzing inside your skull ever since you realized this city was the next stop on the tour. And there was also something you thought about while moaning into my mouth on the bus...
Armand bites his lip and looks away, wrapping his arms around himself. "Sorry".
“Come on. That's not a red flag for me. So you want your dad dead, big deal. I wasn't a fan of my old man either,” Daniel remarks casually. “I'm just curious what that's all about. Maybe we can do something”.
Armand looks at him, nervous and tense. He's my adoptive father. He took care of me since I was a child.
Tried looking him up online. Not much there. He's an artist, but that feels like a cover, if you ask me. Deals in shady business, did I guess right? Daniel asks rhetorically. A dangerous man with dangerous connections. And a scared kid who wants him dead...
"I overreacted. It was just an impulsive thought. Call of the void," Armand defends himself. "Like jumping in front of a train. Or- or stepping on a dying bird".
"Tell me more about him," Daniel says, setting his work aside for now and giving Armand his full attention. "I want to know more. Who he is, what he does, what he did to you, why you're so scared to even be in the same city as him..." he says, stepping closer, and Armand exhales, lips pursed, stubbornly thinking that he isn't scared of anyone. “Hey, I'll figure it out anyway, baby. It's in my nature. I can read your mind... or I can read his".
"No," Armand says, immediately alarmed. "I don't want you talking to him. I don't want to talk about him. And I don't want to think about him, either, Daniel," he says stubbornly, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Yeah, but you want me to drain him".
Armand presses his lips together, looking at him. What does Daniel want from him? Does he expect Armand to just casually lay bare everything Marius did to him, what he does to others, to his boys? How cruel! How insensitive!
At the mere thought of his adoptive father, memories flash through his mind: himself, hoping for his father's love, trying to earn it, until he grew old enough to understand he was kept in a cage, used and not loved. Hours spent posing nude for a painting; hours spent trying to scrub the handprints off himself, all these paint stains left on his skin, fingerprints and strokes of the brush. The illusion of freedom that came with getting older, which was abruptly shattered when he had actually dared to defy him. The sickening hope that if he aged, if he altered his appearance, making himself more ugly, less desirable, he would become uninteresting to him and finally gain true freedom… The terrifying realization that for Marius, it was never about youth, but about power, about control, that he would never be free unless he ran away.
The first escape, which ended with him having to return home on his own, because otherwise an even worse fate awaited him in a cheap motel on cheap beds with cheap men. The second escape… oh, but everything is different now, isn't it? He has a job, a real job. He won't have to go back. And maybe Marius just didn't care anymore, maybe he's interested in someone else now - otherwise wouldn't he have found him by now, taken him back? Or is he waiting for it to end the exact same way this time, with him returning home like the wayward son, having realized his mistakes, understanding he's of no use to anyone else but his father?
He notices those orange eyes, focused on him in some strange way, and immediately frowns, shoving Daniel in the chest. “Stop this!” he says sternly.
A sigh. “Look, Armand, I'm an investigative journalist, I've dealt with guys like him my whole career. I could take him down without even killing him, just do a massive exposé and publish it in some-”
“And then what? What will happen then?” Armand asks bluntly, defiantly. “Don’t we have plenty of examples of how, even with the most glaring evidence of the most heinous crimes, the world's rich and powerful continue to walk free and enjoy their wealth? And you! Are you really so naive as to think anyone will believe a single one of your investigations now, Daniel? After that book? After that pornographic vampire nonsense?” he looks him straight in the eye and sees Daniel purse his lips and look away. “Yes, you and I know it's no less true than anything you've published before - but in the eyes of the world, it's just fiction, Daniel! No one takes you seriously anymore, don't you understand that yourself? Haven’t you read about that online, haven't you heard it in other people’s minds? Do you really want to humiliate me and yourself in this feeble attempt to do a good, but useless thing that won’t have any consequences but ultimate humiliation for both of us?"
This clearly hurts Daniel, but he pushes the feeling aside. “Fine. Okay. Then we're back to Plan A. I'll find him and drain him, and the world will be a better place because there'll be one less fucked-up rich bastard in it,” he says, turning away as if he's going to find and kill Marius right this very second.
“No, Daniel-” Armand reaches out and grabs his shoulder in panic, forcing the man to look at him again. His brows draw together in an expression of anguished, almost sensual distress. “Please, Daniel. I need you here. I need you to be around, to protect me, please, protect me,” he begs desperately, clutching at the man's jacket with both hands, looking into his eyes as if he's about to shatter like a vulnerable, defenseless thing. “Just stay with me and that will be enough, Daniel. Be the monster I can rely on, not some phantom of my vengeful thoughts. Don't leave me…” he sobs, and Daniel finally breaks under it, giving in, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around him. “You promised you won’t leave me…”
“Yeah, yeah, alright, baby,” the vampire exhales. “We'll figure it all out later. I'm here…”
Armand sniffs, gazing past him with his chin tucked into Daniel's shoulder. The hard, cool body enveloping him gradually brings him calm, even amidst the chaos that is this concert, even with Lestat's voice singing another song and bantering with his throng of fans.
Still, Armand can feel Daniel overthinking, so he decides to take matters into his own hands, leaning in close to his ear and sliding his hands down his waist to the man’s belt loops. “Do you think perhaps the director can take a short break for the next… um, two songs?” he asks, coy and innocent.
Daniel purses his lips, clearly wrestling with himself. Armand pulls back just enough to look into his eyes and soon realizes the man clearly reads his thoughts, looking for something.
Whatever he sees there seems to calm his nerves a bit. “What, need someone to hold your beautiful curls again?”
Armand lets out a heavy sigh, only half-annoyed by the reminder of that bathroom incident, and rolls his eyes before looking back at the vampire with a faint smile.
He tugs Daniel closer by his belt loops, pressing their groins together. Daniel's immortal erection is obvious against him, and Armand knows it won't take him long to catch up. “Well, I suppose you can hold me by the hair if you want... I like it when you do it”.
Daniel looks at him, and Armand knows that look, having long since learned to recognize it. Daniel is hungry.
“Alright, yeah,” the man exhales. “I can slip away for a song or two. The 'Long Face' makes me wanna throw up anyway,” he says, turning to find the right direction and lead Armand along.
Everyone in the restroom is filing out as if under a spell; Daniel barely even has to pause to mind fuck them out of here with his vampiric power. Armand licks his lips, watching him in adoring awe, and slips inside just as the last stranger exits.
The very next moment, he's slammed back against the cold blue tiles. A sharp pain in his shoulder blades from the impact knocks the breath from his lungs, and he stares up, mouth parted in arousal, into the orange eyes of the gray-haired man.
Daniel's leg suddenly presses between his thighs, pushing in slightly, and yes, yes, that's good, it feels so good. Armand lets out a sensual exhale, burying his fingers in the vampire’s curls and pulling his face close, drawing him into a long, heated kiss. They grind against each other like a couple of teenagers at a rock concert, not even knowing half the songs the band plays, hating the other half.
Armand desperately, yet gently, nips at the vampire's lips, silently begging for a taste - your blood, yes - and Daniel just gives it to him. Because why wouldn’t he? If it feels good, do it.
He bites his lip and immediately dives back into the kiss, capturing the youth's moans. An electric current seems to surge through Armand's veins, arousal consuming his mind, his pupils dilating beneath his eyelids.
As the final drop is swallowed and the wound heals itself, he pulls away, giving Daniel a slight shove and spinning him around, pressing his back against the wall with a sudden, fierce intensity.
A second later, his knees hit the floor, and he's already working at the belt and fly, as if he can't bear to wait a single minute, desperate to taste him on his tongue, wanting to swallow him whole.
Daniel's hand sinks into his black curls, encouraging his impatience. He doubts they'll finish in just one song, but Armand is clearly determined to try.
It's fast, ravenous, those beautiful, innocent brown eyes gazing up at the vampire, his mouth wrapped around his cock, nearly choking on it. But he's gotten much better at it over the course of their tumultuous, explicit affair, hasn’t he? The bloody pre-ejaculate works wonders on his throat, too, sparing him any aftereffects from such attempts. Oh, the wonders of modern vampire medicine! Isn't this the future? Vampire blood in sex shops. The best Viagra alternative, with the added bonus of no sore throat after giving head. The perfect gift for your twink! Daniel chokes on a laugh.
It nearly makes Armand pull away, but the hand in his hair won't let him, urging him on. “It's alright, baby. You're doing great. Just relax, you've got another thirty seconds before the next song,” he says. “You'd better finish in time, right? If you really wanna make your old man proud...”
It works. Armand doubles his efforts, moaning with his eyes closed, his lashes strikingly beautiful in the dimly lit restroom.
He's nearly choking on him, but doing it so well, and his mind is a complete chaos of arousal and genuine, unfeigned desire. He thinks of Daniel, only of him: his hands in his hair, so strong and confident, the taste of his blood on his tongue, his dick, his voice, his body… he’s looking perfect in his eyes. Armand desires him so fiercely, and that desire turns everything Daniel himself considers a flaw of his aging body into an object of worship. His skin. His wrinkles. His belly. His ass. His neck. This kid drools just at the thought of him, and Daniel can hardly believe his own luck.
Right now, he feels like he'd kill anyone for him. He'd bring a severed head right to his feet in his teeth, like a dog. Anything. He could turn him and help him kill Marius himself. Anything. He would do anything for him- oh, fuck. Fuck. I'm in so much trouble…
He cums in his mouth with this thought, and Armand swallows every last drop before letting his cock slip from his mouth with a wet slurp. His lips are plump and his gaze is completely wrecked, as if he's taken the best hit of his life and got the chance to ride his favorite cock for hours after. Fuck, he's beautiful.
Daniel stares at him for a few moments, still breathing heavily, and then commands his body.
“Rise,” he says, and Armand's body obeys his will, rising to stand perfectly straight in front of him without any physical effort on his part.
Armand lets out a gasp. He looks at Daniel in silent awe and overwhelming arousal, and the very next moment the vampire pins him against the opposite wall, one hand sliding down to undo his jeans and slip beneath his white underwear.
He smiles, smug to an unbearable and humanly impossible extent. “You liked that, huh? No need to say a word, because I'm reading your mind. No need to do a thing, not even move, because I'm controlling your body. It's intoxicating, isn't it?” he says, his hand moving in a rapid, intense rhythm, making Armand choke on his moans, unable to tear his gaze from Daniel's magnificent orange eyes. The notes of the guitar ring out in the distance. They both couldn’t possibly care less. “When we get back to the hotel tonight, you're going to do this to me. Yeah, I know you want to. Take control. Lay down strict rules that I'll be bound to follow. Yeah... there it is, I see it in your mind right now. Yeah, baby. You can fuck me if you want, no worries. I bottomed in my life tons of times, I’m quite great at it. And I know it will feel good, with how much you think of me... Yes, baby. Whatever you want, I give you the green light, sweetheart. I'll be your guard dog, I'll be your bitch..."
Armand lets the fantasy consume him. Daniel, serving him, on his knees before him, worshiping him, covering his legs with kisses. Armand, with a knife in his hand, taking him, leaving cuts on his skin and licking the drops from the blade as he thrusts inside. Absolute control over it all. Like a game. Like when he played with his sister's dolls, still very young, before the orphanage, before everything. Two dolls in his hands, acting out precise scenarios he completely controls. Daniel, doing everything he tells him. Bleeding for him. Armand, cutting his own skin for him and not letting him drink from the wound, only catching the drops in his mouth, kneeling on the floor before him...
He whines piteously, unable to tear his gaze away from those orange eyes, from the way Daniel's jaw works as he tries to hold back his fangs. “Please- please, yes…” he begs, throwing his head back, and the vampire finally gives in, biting him.
Armand had never liked "Black Licorice", but there was something intoxicating about emptying himself into the man's hand to its final notes, as the man drained him of his blood. This near-divine experience leaves him completely relaxed, as if his body isn't his own at all, and he sensually lets his eyes slide shut, lips parted, until he loses consciousness.
He strangely finds this part quite enjoyable, too.