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Sleep rarely came peacefully for Daniel. It never had. Whether when he was a youth struggling with withdrawals and the anxieties of the future or now when his own body was determined to prevent any rest. He often had to wrangle any sleep he could get with a full-body tackle— one he just wasn't capable of anymore. This was a rare night where sleep had taken him. He had fallen asleep mid-interview, the IV pumping liquid lanquidity through his veins until it took him in a gentle ambush.
Armand was surprised the extent to which the sedative he had slipped into the Apomorphine drip had put his beloved boy under. He had expected to wait until Louis monologue reached its conclusion before Daniel momentarily joined them in the land of the dead, but instead, with a nod from a more than annoyed Louis, he was being allowed free reign before the sun had even begun to peek over the corner. Armand was saddened that the celestial voyeur wouldn't be able to get its show, but the one sitting on the other side of the conversation pit was a more than apt replacement, though he doubt the sun would judge him as Maître did.
Daniel's breath was a labored one, even in rest. Armand could sense Louis beside him inside of Daniel's mind, trying to see where it went when it wasn't guided. Louis was a weaker mind reader than him, though, and Armand hoped that would mean he wouldn't find the memories of blenders whirring and leather against skin that were far too fragmented and buried to make an appearance above the conscious static of the boy's mind. Or maybe he hoped Louis would find out what had been kept under his nose for decades. He knew that he did not wish for Louis to already know, as that would mean he did not care enough to speak or even think about it.
"Go on, Arun. Take what you begged for," Louis urged.
Armand situated himself at first between Daniel's legs, easily pushing the relaxed muscles to the side. He slithered leather up denim until he reached Daniel's belt. He savored the clanking of the buckle as if he had not been allowed near dick in centuries. In fact, it was about as intense a desire as he felt when Lestat fixed that exact deprivation.
The boy's cock was soft, of course it was, but Armand had experience servicing older mortal men. He spit a gentle pink saliva onto it before taking the tip into his mouth. Though it was soft, it was still thick. He trailed his tongue down to Daniel's balls, gently nipping and kissing them like a playful kitten. Armand lingered on the taste, noting the subtle differences in the flavor of the boy's sweat. He had grown, and he was far more bitter. Louis was annoyed at Armand's slow pace as he sucked Daniel to hardness, but how could Armand not deny himself for a little longer? He had learned how to endure starvation— you enjoy what you can get.
"Arun," Louis' southern accent came out as he rubbed himself through his pants, "I'm growing bored of your display."
Armand knew what would happen to him if his show was boring, so he got to work vacuuming the boy to full hardness. In response, Daniel's unconscious brain brought out a few fragmented memories— the smell of a bar bathroom and the texture of its tiled walls, the unenthusiastic gaze of a bored housewife, a far too young prostitute who hardly spoke English, two piercing amber lights.
Louis had to know, right?
Once Daniel was hard, though much less stiff than when Armand had last taken him, Armand crawled into his lap, sliding off his intentionally loose pants. He pressed his hand against Daniel's pudgy stomach to steady himself— oh how much he loved his boy's new body, all grown up.
"Stop stalling, Arun. We both know you're loose enough that you could take his cock 10 times over," it's not enthusiastic, a bit played out. At this point, what isn't? Armand hears the "You're made for it" before it leaves Louis' lips.
Armand lowered himself, slowly. It's a familiar sensation, still as good as it was decades ago when he first felt it. Louis' gaze slips from his mind as memories come rushing back to him faster than he can push them down.
Louis knows.
"That feel good, Arun?"
"Yes, Maître-" Armand huffed as he begins to move.
"Only dick you can get is dead or dying, huh? Poor thing. He doesn't even know you're doing this to him," Louis' cock was in his hand now, his strokes growing in enthusiasm, but there was still that doubtful tension in his wrist. "How does it feel to finally be the rapist?"
No- Arun isn't a rapist. Arun is a victim. Arun is the one being raped, he's the one taking what he is given. He isn't raping anyone, he's just being a good victim. He just allowed himself to be abused, the abuser just doesn't know it yet. Mr. Molloy wanted to rape Rashid, anyway. He's just being a good servant.
"Words, Arun. I know English is hard, but you need to speak it," Louis is hesitant as he says it, the words not sounding like his own, but it makes Armands small cock kick between his damp thighs and a high pitched whimper fall out of his mouth.
"I-I like it-" Armand's voice slips into Venetian the slightest amount as he squeezes down around Daniel.
"And why do you like it, Arun? No one wanna fuck you anymore? You like being an automatic sex doll for unknowing seniors?"
Armand nodded as he felt a hand on his thigh, though he didn't register it.
"Oh, look who joined us to find a little angel in his lap," Louis' smirk was audible.
Armand panicked- just slightly. How did the sedative wear off so fast?
Daniel's panic was far from slight, but he couldn't move, and he had no clue what was going on. He first felt a pressure on his hips, feeling like they were about to snap, then he felt his cock throbbing in something cold, and finally he registered Rashid's big brown eyes looking into his. His first instinct was that one of God's angels had come to take him, that he was going to be cradled and lifted away by dark wings.
His second was to fight. He tried to push Armand off as he began to bounce even faster, his cock moving up and down with him.
"Shhhhh, Daniel," Louis cooed, "Just let him have your baby. Knock him up for me, and this will all be over. Just let him take it."
Armand was caught off-guard by this new element, but the mix of the quaking man beneath him and the sensation of the cock inside of him meant he couldn't really think about it beyond the way it made his cock drip.
"G-get-" whatever Daniel was about to say was cut off by his own groan. He reached up to push Armand off by his chest, but his hands pulled themselves away.
"O-oh, Mr. Molloy, please calm down," Armand moaned, high and needy, "I just wanna make you feel good- I just wanna take your baby."
Daniel's eyes finally noticed Louis across the room, but his neck quickly twisted Louis out of his line of sight. He was shaking and scared. He had no clue what was being done to him. There were so many sensations and none of them made sense. His blood was hot and his dick was cold and his mind was moving fast and the thing on top of him was moving faster.
Louis' eyes narrowed in, still stroking himself. He felt some sort of guilt, he could feel Daniel's fear, but he also felt Armand's pleasure and his own lust, and he on some level knew that his and Armand's enjoyment must supersede one mortal's momentary distress.
Armand focused all of his energy into his thighs, moving up and down at speeds that no mortal boy could achieve. He looked into his boy's fearful eyes and saw a few tears fall down his aged cheeks. It was the same but different. His boy carried the weight of age so gracefully.
Armand's weight, however, was not being carried gracefully at all. Daniel was so focused on the pain he was experiencing from Armand moving on top of him that he was hardly registering that he was riding him, though it was frying his already overloaded and underprepared brain all the same.
Daniel's pained and fearful vocalizations only spurred on a desperate Armand, "M-Maître- Please- C-can I cum?"
"No, Arun. You're here to be bred. Make the boy finish inside of you, and when your hole is dripping his spend, I'll consider it."
Armand didn't argue, Arun never got rewarded for arguing. Good boys get fed. He continued to bounce up and down as either the drugs began to take Daniel again, or his brain was just so fried from all of the stimulation. He had a dead-eyed stare that Armand recognized as one that could feasibly be his own. It spurred something special in Armand. His toes curled as he bounced, the sounds of a confused and overstimulated Daniel, the gentle clapping of Armand's cock against his skin, and Louis' huffs as he pleasured himself all went to his head like a high greater than anything that mere substances could evoke.
Daniel's eyes rolled back in his head and his thighs shook, but he wasn't cumming yet. Armand didn't seem to notice Daniel's body's seemingly forced restraint as he continued to ride him, feeling his own orgasm build but not yet letting it come to fruition just yet.
Armand's mind drifted back to Louis' inaction. Why wasn’t he punishing Armand? Did he already know? Did he just not care? Was he too lost in the thick of their boy's violation for it to be a point of concern? Would he wait until they returned Daniel to the guest room for him to enact Armand's punishment? Would he bend Armand over the end of the bed and make him admit what a deprived slut he was? That he was so desperate for attention that he would seek a mistress to fill the hole Louis didn't? But it didn't, did it. Stupid Arun, always so fucking needy, you don't know what's best for you. I ought to castrate you, keep that desire under check. But then you'd no longer be my Arun. You've got no purpose other than this. Everyone can see how fucking useless you are, just a moaning little sack of meat. Gonna remind you of your place-
Armand, caught up in his own fantasy of Louis, lost his grip on where he was and what he was doing. His nails drew blood on Daniel's thighs with the strength he gripped them. He rode Daniel like a toy, like the wood implements he used to shove- or have shoved- in and out of him to sate the desperations of a pubescent boy. Everything faded away and it was just the cock pulsing in him and the noise of his head all compressed into a comforting static. He needed to be reminded of his place. He needed to provoke a reaction.
Armand's stomach tensed, and his dick kicked once, then twice, and his pleasure shot across Daniel's flannel.
“Arun,” Louis’ voice was firm enough to cut through all of the noise in Armand's head.
“I-I'm sorry, Maître-” Armand began to plead, though he was not sorry enough to stop rocking on a hardly conscious Daniel.
“You know damn well you ain't,” Louis said. He wasn't touching himself anymore. Had Armand gotten so lost in his own head that he had missed Louis’ release? “Off. Now.”
“B-but, what of Mr. Molloy's pleasure? He has yet-”
“I'll handle that. You don’t deserve his cum anymore. You soil him. Now, get off of him.”
Armand obeyed, hesitantly sliding off of Daniel. He took in the sight of the boy, body shaking, Armand's cum staining his shirt, eyes wide and horrified and confused, but his cock was rock hard, far harder than any man his age should be capable of.
“Go wait in the bedroom. I'll handle your mess,” Louis said, snapping and pointing like he was ordering a dog.
“Yes, Maître,” Armand said, peeling himself from the sight of the boy and retreating to the bedroom. As he knelt down on the cold concrete of the room in front of the bed, Armand dug into Louis' mind.
He saw Louis sitting down next to Daniel, wrapping a cold hand around his warm cock, the other arm slinging around Daniel's shoulders.
“Shh, boy, it's all over,” Louis’ voice run out in his own head as he stroked Daniel, “I know you're scared. Let me take care of you,” his whisper was gentle, much more caring than anything Armand had heard from Louis in what felt like decades- maybe it was decades. Louis pressed a kiss to Daniel's cheek, “Let go. I know it's hard.”
Daniel gasped and gave Louis a small spurt on his hand.
“Atta boy. You were always a good dog.”
In Louis’ mind, memories of Daniel that were unfamiliar to Armand flashed, images of him, young and virile, on top of Louis or whimpering as he rubbed himself against Louis.
Louis brought Daniel's cum to tongue and Armand tasted it. They both savored the memories it evoked.
Get out of my head, Arun. Louis’ voice startled Armand for a moment.
Get away from my boy, Louis, Armand replied.
He's not just yours.