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Armand smelled the blood the minute he stepped into the apartment. He was in Daniel’s tiny San Francisco studio, filled with random furniture and piles of books. The apartment was usually dirty; dishes piled up in the sink and papers scattered around. Armand had made an attempt to get Daniel to move to a nicer place but he had refused, saying that he liked where he lived and that he did not want to take Armand’s money. It was annoying that he refused Armand’s money so often, but he usually gave in to buy drugs. Armand had a key to Daniel’s place, so he had entered without knocking and let the door slam behind him.
He panicked at the smell of blood. It was so strong and it was definitely Daniel, Armand knew that overly sweet smell by heart. Armand rushed over to the couch where Daniel was. Daniel was curled on his side with his arms around his stomach. He hadn't even really looked up or reacted when he heard the door slam. Armand crouched down so he was looking at Daniel’s face, noticing how he was slightly red and sweaty. Daniel opened his eyes to look at him and he smiled slightly.
“Hey boss,” he said weakly. He was clearly in some sort of pain and his nose wrinkled slightly.
“Beloved, are you okay? I smell blood,” Armand asked quickly, concerned about the state Daniel was in.
Daniel looked at him for a second and laughed, the beautiful sound ringing through the apartment. The noise stopped quickly as Daniel winced and curled his arms tighter around himself.
“Beloved, I do not understand,” Armand said as he brought his hand up to brush through Daniel’s wild curls.
“I’m on my period,” he said. He sensed that Armand did not understand. “I’m menstruating,”
Ah, that word Armand knew. Period must be a new way to say menstruating. He knew the awful experience all too well. When he was a child they were irregular, eventually stopping during his abuse at the brothel, not that he could remember that time very well anyway. He had started menstruating regularly when he was with Maruis who found the blood interesting, but overall tended to leave him alone when he bled. Now that he was here with Daniel he could understand why Maruis had left him alone. The blood was powerfully attractive, almost to the point of being dangerous. He wanted to lick the blood from in between his boy’s legs. He wanted to taste the salty thick blood that he could smell. It smelled amazing, but he could tell his boy was in pain. He remembered the cramps but they had never been as painful as Daniel’s clearly were. It was quite upsetting to see his boy in this much pain.
“Beloved, don’t you have mortal drugs for this pain?” he said, stroking his boy’s hot face with his hand.
“Huh, oh yeah. I haven’t taken any,” he said. “Your hand feels really good, it’s nice and cold.”
“Why haven’t you taken any?” Armand said, bringing his other hand up so that both were around Daniel’s face.
“I don’t know, I didn’t feel like the pain was that bad,”
“Wasn’t that bad! Beloved, you are curled up here in pain,” He said frustrated. “I love you but you really are an idiot sometimes.”
“You love me?” Daniel said, looking at Armand with blue eyes that were suddenly shiny with tears.
Armand stared at him confused. Had he said something wrong? It wasn’t the first time he had said that to him. Why was his boy on the verge of tears? He peaked into Daniel’s mind and emotions to try and understand. He was met with so many overwhelming emotions that they were impossible to pick through. Daniel’s poor mind was overfilled with hormones that were messing with his emotions.
“Of course I love you puppy,” he said and leaned forward to kiss his boy on his forehead. “Now, do you have any of these pain relief drugs?”
“Uh, yeah, there should be some in the bathroom cabinet,” he sniffled a tear rolling down his cheek. “I’m sorry about crying.”
“No beloved don’t apologize, it’s okay,” Armand brushed the tear away with his thumb. “I’ll be right back, I'm going to get the medication,” He kissed Daniel’s curls and got up.
He went into the tiny bathroom. It was truly a miracle that this small room contained a sink, a toilet, and a shower. The white tiles were dirty and there was a toothbrush precariously sitting on the edge of the small sink. Above the sink was a mirror cabinet which he opened and found several medicine bottles. Some had labels and others didn’t. He carefully read the ones with labels until he found one for pain. This did not take him very long, he could read quicker than any mortal could. He took the small bottle and closed the cabinet, retrieving a glass of water from the kitchen before returning to Daniel’s side. He sat on his knees, facing Daniel and taking two pills out of the bottle; the recommended dose. He looked at Daniel ready to offer the pills to him and realized he was crying.
“Beloved, what's wrong?” He asked.
“It’s nothing,” he stuttered out between ragged breaths. Armand stared at him, not convinced. “It’s just that it's been a while since anyone has actually cared about me, and it just reminds me of how my mom used to care before I came out,” he managed to stutter out between sobs and rough breaths.
Armand was sure that he was wearing his binding bandages too tight, but he would fix that later when Daniel wasn’t crying. He reached out with his hand that wasn’t holding the pills and caressed his boy’s face. He wasn’t sure what to say. So he just sat there and let Daniel cry. He held his face and brushed away the tears as he let his beloved boy cry. It wasn’t exactly comfortable for Armand. He didn’t like seeing people cry; it disturbed him and made him want to cry as well. It was particularly hard to watch his beloved boy cry, the way his shoulders shook and his breaths came out too fast. He hated it but he knew that Daniel needed to cry, so he let him. He could also smell the blood so strongly. It was so alluring. He could feel his fangs poking into his mouth desperate for a taste. It was horrifying to sit here and watch his boy in emotional and physical distress while being so turned on by his blood, but he would not leave until his boy was okay again.
The sobs were slowing down. Daniel’s breathing was still awkward but Armand suspected that it was because of the bindings.
“Beloved, I love you,” Armand said in the most comforting way he could. “Can you take the medicine now?”
Daniel nodded and opened his mouth for the pills. Armand placed them on his tongue and grabbed the glass of water and put it to his lips to drink. Daniel expertly swallowed the pills while still laying on his side. They stayed for a moment in silence. Armand brought his hands up to Daniel’s face again and Daniel closed his eyes, taking in the coldness of his hands.
“Beloved?” Armand asked gently.
“Hm?” he hummed slowly, eyes still closed.
“How long have your bandages been on?”
The question hung in the air for a second before Daniel sighed heavily, “Two days.”
“Two days!”
“I know,” he said with defeat, his eyes still closed. “But it's just when I’m on my period everything just gets so bad. It's a constant reminder of what I am and the thought of seeing my chest right now makes me want to vomit. I just can’t take them off,” He opened his eyes to look at Armand.
Armand looked back at him. He was upset that his boy was hurting himself, but he also understood him. He knew what it was like to hate his body, to endure the pain to try and make it tolerable. “Beloved, I understand, you know I do, but those bandages need to come off,” he said as gently as possible.
“I know boss,” he signed. “Can you take them off? I just can’t look at that right now.”
“Of course puppy, can you sit up?”
“I don’t want to.”
“Okay can you roll onto your back at least?”
Daniel nodded and shifted so that he was on his back. Armand moved to sit on the very edge of the couch so he would have a better access to Daniel’s bandages.
“Can you put your hands above your head puppy?”
Daniel obliged, one arm resting above his head the other rested over his face. Armand could sense the slight arousal that the command brought in his boy. This, combined with his blood, was so tempting but he had to take off the bandages first.
His boy had on an oversized band shirt and fluffy pajama pants. Armand gently lifted the shirt just enough to show the bandages. Daniel’s chest was a bad sight. His armpits were red and blistered badly and he had clearly bled onto the bandages at some point. His skin all around the binding was inflamed, and there were probably more blisters under the wrappings. Armand didn’t say anything even though he wanted to scold Daniel for wearing them for too long, but his boy knew that it was bad.
Armand gently unwrapped the bandages. They were sticky with sweat and blood in some places. He had to help his boy arch his back off the couch to get the binding off. Every time he lifted the wrapping it revealed more damage to Daniel’s milky skin. It was horrible to look at. Once they were off, Armand tossed them onto the floor and looked at the injured skin. Daniel’s whole chest was red from irritation; there were so many blisters dotting his skin. The worst of it was under his armpits and his sides, where there were huge patches of bruised skin. It was a sickly combination of purples and yellows. Armand reached out and brushed his hand against the bruise on his right side. Daniel hissed at the contact, his arm still over his face so that Armand couldn't see him.
“Beloved, this is really bad,” Armand said as gently as possible.
“I know.”
“You have to take a break. At least for a couple of days.”
Daniel bit his lip, clearly upset about the situation. Armand reached his hand up to softly brush Daniel's hair, hoping that it comforted him.
“I’m going to heal what I can, but I can’t do anything about the bruising,” Armand said.
Daniel slowly nodded and Armand went to work. He cut open his wrist with his fangs and spread his ancient blood on Daniel’s injured skin, slowly rubbing the blood with his finger. It was tedious, but he wanted to be as thorough as possible. Daniel would wince and weakly squirm under him in bad spots. He worked in silence, fully concentrated on healing his boy. At last, his chest looked slightly better. All the blisters were gone and the redness had slightly reduced, but the large disturbing bruises were still there. Armand could not heal them because they were under the skin. He gently placed his hand on one of the bruises. It was slightly larger than his hand. Daniel sighed at the touch.
“Your cold hands feel nice,” he muttered, face still covered by his arm.
Armand placed his other hand on the other bruise and Daniel groaned under him. They stayed like that for a little bit. Armand was careful to not put any pressure on the damage and watched the slightly pained breathing of his boy. He suspected there was bruising on his ribs, hopefully no fractures, but he couldn’t be sure. Armand wished he could convince him to go to a doctor to check but that was near impossible. His boy hated doctors and he would have to be at death’s door to go to one.
Once again the smell of his boy’s blood filled his senses. He could smell it collecting in the pad in his underwear. It smelled amazing to him, so tantalizing. He felt his fangs pressing into mouth desperate for a taste. But no he had to finish what he had started first.
“Beloved, can you roll over for me?” he said, taking his hand away.
Daniel did as he was told. It was clear that the bruises were causing him some pain from his stiff movements. His back wasn’t quite as bad as his front but there were still a couple of blisters to deal with. Armand set to work healing each one with his blood. It went quicker this time since there was less to heal. Once he was done, he rolled the shirt back over his boy’s body.
“Beloved, can you roll back over? I want to see you.”
Daniel nodded and rolled over. Armand made sure his shirt fully covered his boy’s chest so he wouldn’t have to look. Daniel placed his hands above his head again, elbows bent so his hands were right above his hair. His boy looked at him as he leaned over his face to kiss him. His boy’s eyes were red from crying and his face was flushed a light pink hue. He was a mess. Armand cupped one hand around his face and gently stroked his cheek. He loved this man so much and it pained him to see Daniel hurt himself like he had.
“Are you in much pain?”
“It’s not too bad, the cramps feel less bad now.”
“That’s good. What about your chest?”
“Oh. Sore, but I can breathe now.”
Armand frowned at him. He knew that Daniel was lying. He could sense that he wanted to downplay the pain so that Armand wouldn’t worry.
“You’re lying, puppy,” Armand said and brushed a hand through Daniel’s curls.
Daniel sighed. “Yeah, my ribs feel sore and my sides hurt sometimes when I breathe.”
Armand nodded. “You can’t wear them for at least five days, beloved.”
“But-” Daniel tried to rebuke as he stared at Armand with an open mouth.
“No, Puppy,” Armand said firmly. “Honestly, it should be longer and you should see a doctor but I know that you will just refuse. Just five days beloved, that's all I’m asking.”
Daniel looked at him, his face twisted as if he might cry again. Armand sensed that his boy knew that he was right, but the idea of not binding upset him.
“Beloved, I know it will be hard for you, but please promise me. I don’t want you to hurt yourself more than you already have,” he pleaded.
“Will you stay with me for those days?”
Armand paused. Daniel needed him to stay, but it was too dangerous for him to sleep here. The apartment was too open, and the front door had a barely functioning lock on it. Then there was Louis. Louis probably wouldn’t care if Armand disappeared for a couple of days, but what if he got in trouble? He loved Louis and he worried for him. Did Daniel need him more? He looked at his boy. His face was red from crying, evident from the pain he was in, and his curls were wild around his head. He needed Armand now. Armand wished he could stay the whole time. Sleeping under Daniel’s bed, waking up to him, taking a shower and cooking dinner. He wanted that, but he could not risk it, not with Louis who still needed him. But he could come at night and spend the whole night here. It wasn’t enough but it was all he could offer.
“I can be here at night from the sun setting till an hour before sunrise,” He said.
Daniel smiled at him, knowing it was a lot for him to offer. “Thank you, boss.”
“Of course beloved,” Armand said as he brushed the curls off Daniel's forehead.
There was a pause before Daniel said: “Why are you fangs out?”
Oh. Armand hadn’t realized his fangs had slipped out again. That damn blood was practically singing to him. His boy’s mind was always sharp, of course he would notice. This was embarrassing and he was sure he could feel a blush in his cheeks.
“Well, you are bleeding,” Armand said shyly, turning his face away.
“Oh,” Daniel said. “Is it gross?”
“No, quite the opposite.”
Armand felt a warm hand touch his cheek and gently turn his face so he was facing Daniel again. His boy was smiling at him.
“Do you want to eat me, boss?” he said in a playful manner, using his thumb to lift Armand’s upper lip to expose his fangs. “I should really put a muzzle on you, those fangs look dangerous.”
Armand stared at him. This was not the reaction he expected. He wasn’t sure how his boy would react but joking and flirting with him was not what he expected. Honestly, he shouldn’t be surprised considering his boy’s tendency for these things, but his boy had been so upset just a couple of minutes ago. He reached into his boy’s mind and saw the dominant emotion was arousal. Interesting. Definitely better than earlier.
“They are dangerous, beloved,” Armand said. “And I don’t want to eat you, I want your blood.”
“You’re welcome to it boss,” Daniel smiled at him. “My body is quite literally getting rid of it.”
Armand leaned down and kissed Daniel, soaking in the warmth of his lips. His boy’s hand still held the side of his face as he moved his cold mouth against Daniel’s warm one. The warmth coming from his hand and his lips made him feel hot. The sensation was not unpleasant, and he enjoyed the feeling of his boy’s flesh against his. He was so hot and alive. When he opened his mouth against Daniel’s he was careful to not prick him with his fangs. They were small, but still very sharp. He could smell Daniel’s blood leaking out of him. It smelled sweet and it was practically making him drool. He had tasted Daniel’s blood before and it was lovely but this blood was very alluring for some reason. He pulled back, looking at the angel that was under him before he started moving. He stood up briefly and untangled himself from Daniel. Then he planted his knees on the couch on either side of Daniel’s legs.
“Are you sure?” Armand asked, sitting on Daniel’s legs.
“Yes please,” Daniel said.
“Okay Beloved,” he said and grabbed the waistbands of Daniel’s pants and boxers. He pulled them, having his boy lift his hips to get them off. Armand moved slightly to get them off all the way. He dropped the pants onto the floor but held the boxers in his hands. The smell was overpowering him. It was so rich and sweet. He looked at the piece of clothing in his hands, there was a pad attached to them that had blood on it. He wanted to lick it. He looked up to see Daniel watching him, his torso propped up by his forearms. Daniel had a slightly amused expression on his face.
“Are you going to bite that or something?” Daniel joked, raising an eyebrow at him.
Armand gave in and licked the pad, looking at his boy as he did. It tasted salty and sweet, the favor deeper than what he would get from simply drinking from his veins. Daniel looked mildly horrified but Armand did not care. The taste was amazing. He bit into the pad with his fangs attempting to draw out more. He managed to get more out, but not a lot, and some of it spilled onto his hands. It was creating a mess, but he did not care. The flavor was so rich and pure. He loved it and wanted more.
“Jesus, you are chewing on that like a dog,” Daniel said, clearly a little disturbed.
Armand looked at him and made a low grumbling sound in his chest, completely unwilling to comment vocally.
“Did you just fucking growl at me?!” Daniel basically screamed at him.
He made the noise again just to watch Daniel’s expression. Armand found his horrified look to be funny.
“Fuck, you are just like a dog.”
Armand laughed and threw the underwear and pad on the floor; he would clean it up later. He licked the blood off his fingers, trying to savor every last drop that he could. Daniel looked at him as though he were a wild animal that had gotten into the apartment. Maybe he was, considering how drawn to the blood he felt.
Armand shifted so he wasn’t sitting on Daniel's legs. He grabbed Daniel’s leg that was closer to the back rest and pulled it out from under him, propping it against the couch backrest. Daniel yelped from the sudden movement of his body. Then, Armand lowered himself to the couch. After some minor adjustments, Armand was on his stomach with his head in between Daniel’s thighs. He licked the inner spot where Daniel’s thigh met his torso. Daniel shivered under him. Armand wrapped his hand around Daniel’s hip, bringing the leg that was resting on the backrest to his shoulder. Daniel’s other leg was half off the couch, his toes brushing the floor.
The blood smelled so strong here. Armand needed the blood. He gently and slowly licked his boy’s cunt, lingering to taste the blood there. It was delicious. The blood combined with his wetness from arousal was a delightful combination. Daniel moaned at the contact and let himself fall onto his back.
Armand caressed Daniel’s entrance with his tongue, tasting the hot blood there. The feel of the blood on his tongue and the taste was a greater experience than almost anything. It was nourishing and arousing at the same time. Armand could feel his own underwear becoming wet from the sensation.
Armand pushed his tongue into his boy, it was so hot and wet. Daniel groaned and brought his hand to Armand’s hair, gently pulling at his curls. Armand loved the mild pain of Daniel tugging at his hair, it felt very good. He thrust his tongue in as far as it could go. More blood hit his tastebuds. The favor was amazing, better than any blood he had ever had. Part of him wanted to stay like this and absorb as much blood as possible but he wanted to pleasure his boy more.
Armand retracted his tongue from Daniel and licked up to his clit. Daniel moaned loudly, fingers tight in Armand’s hair. Armand sucked on his dick, feeling his boy’s legs start to shake. He pressed his fingers against Daniel’s entrance, slipping two fingers in at once. His boy inhaled sharply at the touch. Armand could tell there was a sight stretch Daniel was feeling but that he was enjoying it. Armand alternated between sucking and circling Daniel’s clit with his tongue while he gently pressed his fingers into him. Once his fingers were deep enough, he started pressing up to drive into Daniel’s g-spot.
“Fuck,” Daniel moaned, his back arching slightly.
Armand could feel Daniel’s thighs starting to squeeze around him, the weight felt nice. He thrust his fingers in and out of him roughly, curling slightly to hit his g-spot. He kept a consistent rhythm, sucking at Daniel’s dick with his tongue. The smell of his blood was still there and the taste was still on his tongue. All of his senses were focused on Daniel. His world was Daniel.
He could sense that his boy was close through his mind. Daniel was panting and making lots of little whimpering noises. Then, he felt Daniel thighs press against his neck slowly cutting off his oxygen. Luckily Armand didn’t need to breathe very much. He let his boy’s thighs squeeze against his neck. The feeling was similar to being strangled, but it felt good. His boy’s hot skin crushed against his. The inability to breathe was a non-issue, at least for a while. Then he felt his boy’s cunt squeeze his fingers hard as he came.
Armand continued to fuck his fingers in and out, sucking his dick through his orgasm. Then Daniel’s thigh’s relaxed, letting Armand breathe again. Armand stopped licking him and gently pulled his fingers out. Daniel groaned as he did, overstimulated by the motion. Daniel released Armand’s hair and Armand looked at him.
Daniel's chest was moving up and down a bit fast, getting slower while his thighs still quivered. His boy shifted, his upper body propped up on his forearms so that Armand could see his face. Daniel’s face was various shades of pink and red, and there was a little sweat on his forehead that made his curls stick there. He was glorious.
“That was amazing,” Daniel shuttered out. “Do you want a turn, boss?”
“Yes, that would be appreciated,” Armand smiled at him. He was already very turned on by the blood so it probably wouldn’t take long. Armand pushed himself up into a seated position, sitting on his heels and started to unbuckle his belt. “Sit up please.”
Daniel did as he was commanded and sat up resting his back against the back rest. He watched Armand as he threw his belt onto the floor and unbuttoned his trousers. Armand stood up to remove the pants revealing his very wet bikini cut underwear. He moved to remove them but Daniel cut him off.
“Wait, keep them on,” Daniel said.
His boy did not usually order him to do things, but he liked it when he did. He kept them on but removed his nice button down shirt. Then he sat on Daniel’s warm lap, his knees on either side of Daniel’s thighs. They were face to face now. Armand looked into Daniel’s blue eyes.
“Hi baby,” Daniel said and pulled him into a kiss.
Armand put his arms around Daniel’s shoulders and let his boy kiss him. He felt Daniel’s hand brush against his hip before he felt warm fingers press against his dick through his underwear. Armand gasped into Daniel’s mouth at the touch. The pressure felt amazing and the fabric added a sensation that felt really good. Armand dropped his head onto Daniel’s shoulder, his ear pressed to Daniel’s lovely pulse.
Armand rubbed himself along Daniel’s hot fingers, it felt good. Daniel realized what Armand was doing and stopped moving his fingers, letting him grind against instead. Daniel’s other hand gripped Armand’s hip, helping to steady him and move him. Armand felt his underwear becoming wetter as he started moving faster against Daniel, desperate for more. He could feel a building pressure in his core, as he was getting close to his orgasm. He moaned into Daniel's shoulder. He could feel his boy’s pulse and taste his boy’s blood on his tongue. His mind felt like it was floating in pleasure.
Armand came, completely soaking his underwear. His legs were shaking slightly as he sat down onto Daniel’s lap. Daniel’s hand was still on his hip to support him. They sat for a second, Armand calming himself down and trying to control the shaking in his legs. He nuzzled his face into Daniel’s warm neck, taking in his warmth.
“Babe, we’re going to have to get up soon or I’m going to stain the couch,” Daniel said softly.
Armand groaned at him, knowing that he was right. He wanted to stay like this because his boy felt so nice against him. However, his boy would bleed on to the couch at some point and his underwear felt very gross and sticky against his skin. He pushed himself back from Daniel’s neck and kissed him quickly on his lips.
“Fine,” Armand said. “We should shower, I feel gross and sticky.”
Daniel nodded and smiled at him.