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No, Daniel hadn't been under his spell in Dubai. Had it not been obvious that it was Armand under his? The longing looks, the lustful gazes — it wasn't as if he'd been able to hold anything back. Apart from saying it out loud, that is. His boy had always been this way, drawing out truths from his web of lies.
"It wasn't my love for Louis, Daniel."
For someone who consistently made way-too-intense eye contact, he struggled to meet Daniel's eyes when the confession slipped out.
"But it was love."
When their eyes finally met, Daniel looked a mixture of confused, overwhelmed and crestfallen. What else could he expect from confessing to the man who currently hated his guts, and rightfully so, and also remembered none of their past relationship.
"What are you talking about?" Daniel's voice was small, vulnerable. "What else are you hiding from me, Armand?"
The words were stuck in his throat — the last time he'd attempted any vulnerability with Daniel it had not gone well at all, and this reveal would undoubtedly go down a million times worse.
Armand's fangs dug nervously into his lip and his eyes shifted away, was he prepared to confess this? Right in the middle of the street?
As if reading his mind, despite not having the ability to, Daniel grabbed his coat lapels and dragged him down a nearby alley. Armand let himself be dragged, just as he'd let Daniel push him against the wall (and enjoyed it).
"Damn it! Damn you!" Daniel was pushing him into the wall again, shaking him with frustration. "You don't get to drop something like that on me! Fuckin' tell me, asshole!"
Blood tears were clouding Daniel's eyes, but Armand couldn't deny that in this moment his arousal was building further, further than it had been from Daniel yelling and shoving him before, and the weird horniness from Lestat's humiliation of him…
"Daniel…" Armand exhaled, his gaze darkening as he forced himself to meet his fledgling's wild eyes. "I am certain the answer would only make you despise me further."
"I deserve to know!" the tears were streaming down his face now. "Why am I fucking crying?! What have you done? What have you taken from me?"
Their bond pulsed; and how his Daniel was devastated, and it was his fault. He was weak, so weak for this man and he always had been. This was a hole he couldn't possibly dig himself out of anymore.
"I—I love you," his eyes once again drifted to Daniel's lips, how hard it was to form a coherent thought when they were so close to his own. "I never stopped. You felt the same, once."
Daniel was speechless, furiously wiping the tears from his eyes. He growled, almost a snarl, pushing Armand back into the wall and it only brought their faces and bodies closer.
"You love me?!" Daniel sobbed, his claws ripping through the fabric of Armand's coat. "What the fuck do you mean, I felt the same?! You fuckin' asshole!"
There was no denying Armand was extremely fucked up; despite the guilt eating him alive, his cock was throbbing painfully in his pants. This was the most contact he'd had with his boy in so very long, and he'd missed him so much, so desperately.
"Armand!" Daniel was yelling in his face, and fuck, his fangs had dropped and all Armand wanted was for them to sink into his neck. Let Daniel tell him again how useless his blood was when he remembered that he'd been addicted to it for years.
"You will hate me," he murmured, subconsciously grinding into Daniel's thigh which had ended up between his own. "I cannot—"
"Hey!" Daniel's hand flew to his hips, shoving him backwards and knocking the air he didn't need from his lungs. "I'm pissed at you, and you're trying to get into my pants?!"
Armand chuckled, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. "No. My apologies."
They were so close that Armand could feel Daniel's breath on his face, almost mingling with his own. Then Daniel was pressing them together further, and fuck, he was hard too, and the feeling had Armand gasping as his head hit the wall behind him.
"Damn right I hate you," Daniel growled against his ear, claws digging into his hips as he pushed their hips together. "You're—you're the bane of my fuckin' existence."
"Yes," Armand ground his cock against Daniel's, feeling a damp spot form on his pants. "As you should, beloved."
"You're fucking sick," his fledgling's fangs were grazing his neck, and it was hard having to speak everything in words instead of into his mind now. "Getting off on this. I bet you want me to yell at you more, slap you around."
"Daniel, please," Armand's hand shakily settled on Daniel's ass, pulling them closer. "It's been so long, I need it."
"Don't think I didn't hear that. Beloved?! Been so long?! What, you kept me as your fucking pet for longer than I thought, did you?"
"No," Armand's other arm wrapped around Daniel's back, his face buried in his shoulder. "You were never a pet. You were my— we were—"
Daniel laughed in disbelief. "So you were what, my boyfriend?"
"A human term that held nothing to what we were," Armand felt tears prick at his own eyes. "I understand your anger. You can do to me as you see fit."
"Yeah, right," Daniel shoved his hips forward again, drawing a moan from his maker. "Not like you're getting off on it or anything."
"Daniel," Armand moaned desperately. "And you are not?"
"Fuck you," his fledgling muttered, harshly yanking Armand's trousers down his thighs. "You're fuckin' psychotic. Makes sense you'd be my fuckin' type."
Eagerly, Armand stepped out of his trousers and spread his legs wider. "Yes. Tell me more."
"I'm mad at you, asshole!" the anger seemed to be only half there, as Daniel was shoving his own trousers down. "You don't fucking get to be horny over it!"
"Do you wish for me to beg?" Armand exhaled, his arousal not at all dampened. "You can be rough, beloved. I will not break. Give to me what I deserve for the harm I have caused you."
Daniel scoffed and shook his head, stroking his own cock. "You think you deserve this? You deserve so much worse. I wish I could just leave your sorry ass here, never fucking speak to you again."
He had no response, after all, Daniel was in his right to do exactly that.
Then a rough palm was colliding with his face, and Armand let him go through with the harsh slap, it only made him harder still.
"Take those off!" Daniel snapped, impatiently tearing Armand's boxers with his claws. "Look at you, anyone could walk past! Desperate little bitch, aren't you?"
Armand keened, fangs drawing blood from his lip as he was hoisted up against the wall by his hips, and Daniel's cock was finally touching his own — he wouldn't last long at all.
"Couldn't figure out now I've got all this back why no one else was doing it for me," Daniel muttered, sharp claws drawing blood from Armand's skin. "How long, then? How much did you fucking take from me?"
"Daniel," Armand whimpered pathetically, his lips parted and hips rolling desperately. "Please. Don't make me—"
A hand flew to his throat, gripping tightly. The other gathered up the blood gushing from his hips, and then Daniel's thick cock was pressed against his tight hole.
"Say it," his fledgling growled, eyes wild as he teased him by shoving the tip in. "Fucking tell me!"
Armand was a moaning mess, trying to press further down and failing. Daniel's hand was back to gripping his hip so he couldn't move.
"Twelve."
"Months? Huh?" Daniel's cock slipped in further, and fuck, the stretch was painful, but Armand welcomed it.
More tears sprung to his eyes, a mix of emotions between guilt and desperation. "No."
Daniel growled, slamming him back against the wall as he buried himself to the hilt in a single harsh thrust, tearing a loud cry from his maker. His anger seemed to dissipate briefly, replaced with the sweet pleasure of being inside Armand, but it was back within a moment.
"Twelve fuckin' years?!" his thrusts were powerful, relentless, and Armand could barely think coherently as he was fucked into the wall.
"You—" thrust "sick—" thrust "selfish—" thrust "—fucking psycho!" thrust.
"Yes!" Armand cried out, tears now streaming down his own face as Daniel nailed his prostate. "I'm sorry, Danny."
His hand moved from Armand's throat to his face, claws drawing blood as Daniel continued to pound into him roughly. "Gonna need more than that."
"I'm sorry!" Armand whined loudly, surely someone was going to notice them at any moment, but it only turned them both on more. "I missed you, my beloved boy, every single day—"
"Not your fucking boy!" Daniel slammed into him, and he was so incredibly close, barely holding on. Then fangs were stabbing into his neck, and Armand let him, begged him, whimpered incoherently. His fledgling drank and drank, and it was when he pulled back, chin covered in his blood, huge fangs poking from behind his lips, the sight alone pushed Armand over the edge. He moaned deeply, relishing in the claws piercing his skin as he covered both their shirts in cum.
Oh, Daniel was kissing him, finally. It was hardly a kiss, more rough and fangs biting into his lip, tongue pushing into his mouth. The tears were coming again, it was too much, the overstimulation from Daniel chasing his own release, the feeling of his lips after so long.
When Daniel came, their lips broke apart but stayed barely touching, his grunts and moans vibrating against Armand's own lips. Armand closed his eyes and relished in being filled with ropes and ropes of his fledgling's cum.
As Daniel's cock softened, he slipped out, but they still remained in the same position, pressed completely together. Then Armand was taken by surprise at the softness of their next kiss — he kissed back eagerly, their lips sliding together for moments that seemed to last forever.
"Fuck it, whatever, maybe I am your fucking boy," Daniel pressed their foreheads together. "I still hate you. I think. Damn it, I should!"
"I have never forgiven myself," Armand whispered, cradling Daniel's distraught face in his hands. "I may never make it up to you, Daniel. But I would like to try."
"Why can't I just hate you?!" tears blurred Daniel's eyes. "Why do I have to love you, like it's ingrained in my fucking soul? I don't even remember any of it!"
A gasp flew from Armand's throat.
"You love me?"
"Fuck you!" Daniel sobbed, crushing Armand against him, burying his face in his neck. "Why did you erase it? Why can't I fucking remember?!"
"I'm so sorry, beloved."
"Not fucking good enough!" he felt Daniel heaving and crying into his shoulder, and the guilt really was eating him alive now. "Can I ever get it back? You destroyed my whole life, and I still fucking love you!"
Armand clung to him right back, pressing desperate kisses onto his neck and collarbones. "I don't know. I can help you, we can try."
Tears soaked through the fabric of his clothes. "Don't you dare leave me again, baby. Don't you dare."
Fuck, Armand was properly crying now too, overcome with emotion. "Never. We are bound by blood, maker and fledgling, for the rest of our lives."
"You really want to be stuck with my miserable old ass for the rest of your life?"
Armand grabbed his chin, forced their matching eyes to meet. "My love, my Daniel, there is nothing I have ever wanted more."