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Daniel Molloy's purpose in life lies in the vampires Armand and Lestat de Lioncourt. Two creatures that are centuries old, fascinated by this human mess of a boy. Twenty-three years old now, an insignificant number of years compared to the nearly five hundred years and over two hundred years lived by his vampire companions.
Companions. That's what they are. That's what they say they are.
How can a human be a companion to a vampire? Sure, Daniel drinks their blood, but only theirs. He has no fangs, no sharp nails, no coldness to his skin. His skin is hot, red, flushed most of the time. Not by coincidence, either. His vampiric companions make him hot.
Now Daniel finds himself in bed, lying on high quality silk sheets. His companions would give him no less. Fully clothed in his typical attire, a hoodie and jeans, but higher quality than he would have worn while slinking through the streets of San Francisco. Of course, no shoes on the bed. He has some decorum of his own, not instilled by vampires.
Lestat, less clothed, lies beside him. Beautiful blond hair just barely touches his bare chest. Daniel has always loved Lestat's imperfect skin, still scarred from his battle with the wolves in Auvergne, France all those years ago. Lestat has always loved Daniel's perfect body.
They have something in common that their shared companion Armand only understands in terms of his traumatic past. Daniel Molloy has been made a man through medicine. Lestat de Lioncourt has been made a man through obligation. Neither was truly born a man. This has brought them closer together in ways that neither of them quite understand.
Sure, Lestat has the necessary appendages to be considered a man, but he has never fully embraced masculinity. There has always been something clawing at his insides, an urge to be something other than what he is. Not in the medical sense, perhaps, like how Daniel takes injections and had surgery on his chest, but in the social sense. Perhaps in the ideal sense, Lestat would prefer to have a different anatomy.
It's complicated.
Lestat delicately twirls a strand of Daniel's curly black hair between his fingertips. His eyes are fixated on Daniel's peaceful face as he rests. Daniel’s skin somehow seems to be in a perpetual state of fluster. Lestat's eyes fall to his chest, rising and falling with each breath. Breathing in life every two or three seconds. How endearing.
Daniel can feel Lestat's eyes on him, which probably contributes to the redness of his face. He can always feel when the vampires are watching him. Their eyes pierce through him in a way that feels physical.
"Something on your mind, Lestat?" Daniel asks without opening his eyes. A knowing smile spreads across his face.
Lestat smiles to himself. He puckers his lips thoughtfully for a moment. "Can I not admire your peaceful beauty, beau? Must I have a reason for my admiration?"
Daniel opens his eyes and meets Lestat's stare. He shifts on the bed and brings his arms up to rest under his head. "You got a staring problem," he teases. "People consider that rude, yanno."
Lestat hums. "Are you 'people?'"
Daniel chuckles. His eyes look around the room. "I'm the only person here."
Lestat draws in a breath. He widens his eyes and looks away from Daniel. "Apologies, then, beau. I will avert my gaze."
Daniel sits up, supporting his weight on his side with his arm beneath him. "Hey, I'm just teasing, man. Stare all you want."
Lestat closes his eyes and shakes his head with a playful smile. "Non, I have made you uncomfortable. Forgive me for my transgressions."
Daniel laughs again. Then Lestat turns back to him and joins in the laughter. The laughter fades just as quick as it started and the two are left with their eyes lingering on each other. There's a sense of waiting in the air. A need to be fulfilled.
"Why do you stare at me?" Daniel asks bluntly.
Lestat cocks his head and licks his lips. A dreamy look in his eyes gives Daniel butterflies. "Because you are a beauty, Daniel. Something to behold."
There's no hint of sarcasm in Lestat's statement. No hidden meaning. Daniel smiles to hide his confusion.
"I don't think I'm anything special. I mean, I suck at taking care of myself," he says with an embarrassed chuckle. "I haven't showered in, like, three days."
Lestat shakes his head. He leans in closer to Daniel's face and says with a smile, "Something deeper, Daniel. You are who you are. I find that to be beautiful. So few humans accept their true selves."
"Well, having two vampire sugar-daddies makes that a bit easier. You guys love to spoil me."
"Armand spoils you," Lestat corrects with a raised finger, "and besides, not what I meant."
Daniel furrows his brows, cocks his head, and chuckles again. He always laughs. Lestat loves that about him.
"Enlighten me, then."
Lestat fully sits up this time, which prompts Daniel to do the same. He’s interested in where Lestat is taking this conversation. Lestat's voice is low, quiet, as if he's speaking a secret that he doesn't want anyone else to hear.
"You became a man," Lestat says, his voice dreamy and awestruck. He says it as if it's an obvious thing that Daniel should be proud of himself for. "You became a man, when nobody else told you to. By your own volition, because that is who you are."
Daniel awkwardly darts his eyes away from Lestat. He laughs again in an effort to mask his confusion.
"And... what, that makes me beautiful?" he asks. He barely grasps what Lestat is beating around the bush about.
Lestat purses his lips. He sighs. He places his hand on Daniel's thigh. It instantly causes an eager shift from Daniel. Beside the point.
"You must understand..." Lestat starts, then trails off for a moment to find his words. As if his mouth was working faster than his mind. "I come from a different time. Men were men because they had to be. I had no choice but to hunt and provide. I couldn't be... anything else. Anyone else."
"You wanted to be someone else?" Daniel asks. He hasn’t quite picked up on Lestat's hints.
"Want," Lestat says plainly.
Lestat breaks eye contact and stares down at Daniel's legs. His eyes flicker to Daniel's groin a couple times and he tilts his head like he's about to sigh and whine, but it never comes. Something akin to nausea boils in Lestat's stomach as if he's going to throw up a confession.
The boy's heart races with excitement. Despite his current night life, he is still that boy that interviewed Louis de Pointe du Lac. He is still a journalist. The need - the craving - for knowledge fuels everything that he is. His other companion would never speak as openly with him as Lestat does.
"Who do you want to be, then?" Daniel asks. His tone almost comes off as rude, but he just can't help feeling the demand to know.
The question almost immediately causes tears to prick Lestat's eyes. He keeps his stare focused on Daniel's legs. Something childlike about the way he holds himself now, hunched over, trying to appear small. His signature pout on his pink lips.
"I want... to be a man," Lestat almost seethes, like he's having to force the words out, "in the way that you... are a man."
Realization dawns on Daniel. "By choice..." he mutters, mostly to himself.
"Lestat," Daniel starts. Lestat's blood-tinted eyes meet his.
"This wasn't a choice. I mean, it was, kind of, but if I didn't do this - if I didn't transition - I would have killed myself. Genuinely. I mean, I was never a woman, you know? This is who I've always been."
"You misunderstand," Lestat basically cuts him off.
Silence fills the room. Daniel shakes his head and tries to get Lestat to continue.
"I want... this..." Lestat whispers. He trails his fingers over Daniel's groin.
Daniel's breath hitches. "Take it, then," he says. He quickly fumbles with the button on his jeans.
Lestat grabs Daniel's wrist suddenly. "No, Daniel," he says. Bloody tears now stain his face as the two make eye contact again.
"For m-m-my..." Lestat stammers, "myself."
"You want to be female?" Daniel tries to clarify, but Lestat simply sobs and shakes his head.
Lestat looks away and breathes in deeply.
"Not always," he says, "I like to be a man. It's ingrained in me, now. But femininity has come naturally my entire life. I didn't- I didn't know a man could... look like you. I envy you, beau. You are everything I could ever hope to be."
Daniel is taken aback by Lestat's confession. How could this beautiful creature in front of him envy him? Envy him? Coming from a vampire, it's ironic. Because Lestat is everything Daniel could ever hope to be.
They share silence for a couple minutes. Daniel soaks in Lestat's words.
Lestat wonders when Daniel will say something rude and blunt to dismiss him, as is his nature.
"Have you ever told Armand this? Louis?" Daniel finally asks. His words startle Lestat out of his deep thought.
Lestat shrugs. "I've never spoken it to Armand, no, but I think he knows. Louis, definitely not, he cannot see me as a woman. He would think me weird. Judge me."
"I don't think it's weird," Daniel reassures, "I get it. I mean, I don't get it, but I get it, you know."
Lestat lets out a laugh. "No, no, I don't know what that contradictory string of words could possibly mean."
Daniel laughs. "Alright. I mean, I don't understand wanting to be a chick." He seems to realize he’s being insensitive and his words become softer. "That's the last thing I've ever wanted. But I get that you don't feel fully comfortable with yourself. So I get it, even though I don't."
Lestat nods. "Fine, then. We have an understanding?"
Daniel nods and smiles. "Sure. But what do you want out of telling me this?"
Lestat thinks for a moment. "I have a request for which you might think me weird."
Daniel nods and raises his eyebrows, silently prompting Lestat to continue.
"I would like to shave you," Lestat says plainly, "I want to see... you..." His eyes glance at Daniel's groin again. "Bare, just this once. I will never ask again."
Daniel laughs a little uncomfortably. He leans back a bit from Lestat.
"Shave me?" He repeats, confused.
Lestat sighs. "If you are uncomfortable with it, I understand."
Daniel thinks for a moment, then shrugs. "Alright. Sure. Some kind of self-indulgent thing, right? You'd shave yours, if you had it?"
Lestat nods. A wave of relief washes over him. He almost expected Daniel to laugh in his face and insult him over the idea.
"Right now?" Daniel asks.
Lestat nods again, suddenly at a loss for words. It's almost like he didn't expect to get this far.
"Alright," Daniel says. He pulls down his jeans with ease.
Jeans and briefs are kicked to the floor, like trash to be discarded. The boy keeps his hoodie on, but excitedly exposes himself to the vampire. Lestat finds himself staring again. His eyes linger on the mass of curls between Daniel's legs.
In a moment of weak impulse, Lestat strokes Daniel's pubic mound in a way that almost feels inappropriate, like he's touching Daniel in the wrong way. Sex organs are for sex, not for whatever strange indulgence this is. He's never been allowed near someone's groin without the intention of fucking it. The thick curls are coarse beneath his fingertips, but he knows there's beautifully pale, soft skin waiting for him underneath.
The boy shifts beneath Lestat's touch, unable to help himself from feeling aroused. No one has ever been near his groin without the intention of fucking it. This is entirely new territory for the both of them.
Reality suddenly returns back to Lestat. He blinks himself out of his pussy-induced trance. Before Daniel can even realize he was gone, Lestat appears before him now holding a silver razor blade, a pot of shaving cream, and a towel.
Cool, soft hands gently push Daniel's legs apart by the soft flesh of his thighs. A gasp escapes the boy's mouth when Lestat places himself squarely between his spread thighs. Lestat pats the shaving brush into the small pot of cream. Daniel catches a hint of childlike wonder across the vampire's face, a gleam in his eye.
The cream is cool against Daniel's flesh, the brush soft. Lestat's incredibly light and gentle hand maintains a certain level of arousal that can't be considered teasing just yet.
Something ticks in Daniel once Lestat lifts the razor blade. A twinge of fear from having such a sharp single blade near his most private region. In the hands of a vampire, at that.
"Just don't nick me," Daniel says, half-joking.
"I wouldn't dream of harming you," Lestat says sincerely.
An impossibly gentle first stroke of the blade earns another small gasp from Daniel. Lestat is eager to uncover Daniel's beauty, and he entertains thoughts of what it'll look like. Plump and pink, he hopes. He's methodical with the blade, incredibly careful to not press too hard or at the wrong angle. He can't imagine an imperfection on Daniel's body. There will be no bloodlust here.
Lestat can't help but flicker his gaze up to Daniel's face to make sure this is really okay. He hates invading Daniel's thoughts, it feels perverse and non-consensual, so he relies on Daniel's words and facial expressions most of the time. Daniel looks relaxed and comfortable with a hint of needy arousal in his eyes. This isn't only just okay, it's hot.
Careful not to dig his sharp nails into Daniel's flesh, Lestat's fingers stretch Daniel's skin a bit the closer the blade gets to his lips. Daniel gasps in growing arousal with each stroke of the blade, but he knows this won't turn sexual until all of the hair has been delicately cleaned away. Lestat is focused now. His eyes never leave the task at hand to check Daniel's face again.
The blade lifts from his skin, which gives Daniel a chance to shift and further spread his legs to allow Lestat better access to his perineum. He's almost bare now, but Lestat holds back his excitement and arousal until every last curl has been lovingly erased from Daniel's flesh.
The experience grows incredibly more sensual to Daniel. Having such a powerful creature take methodological care of him, especially with such a sharp blade near his most sensitive body parts, it's more enough to get him riled up.
Fantasies flood Daniel's mind: Lestat purposefully slicing his flesh with the blade, then drinking hungrily from the wound. Lestat inserting his sharp nails, cutting up his insides and then eating the blood out of him, as Armand so loves to do. Lestat carving his name into his flesh. Oh, fuck, I hope Lestat isn't listening to me.
Cool air hits Daniel and pulls him out of his fantasies with a shiver. Lestat finishes wiping clean any stray hairs with a warm, soft towel. An unnecessary feeling of embarrassment washes over Daniel. He feels vulnerable and exposed before the vampire, but he still wouldn't have it any other way.
Gently, Lestat runs a finger along the crease where Daniel's lips meet, careful of his still sharp fingernails. He dreads to harm Daniel, even though Daniel enjoys it when Armand abuses him.
Lestat files down his nails before Daniel can even notice that he's gone. The sharpness will return overnight, as if nothing happened. Lestat revels in knowing Daniel's hair won't grow back to the way it was for several weeks. He can enjoy this as much as he wants until then.
Lestat checks once again to make sure Daniel is okay with this. Sensual eyes lock on each other. Wordlessly, Daniel nods. Touch me, fuck me loops through his head in hopes that Lestat will creep his way in and hear his pleas.
Both of their hearts beat hard in anticipation. Lestat lays flat on his front between Daniel's legs. His lips are pouted, as if ready to kiss Daniel everywhere. He pushes Daniel's legs as far apart as they will go and gasps at the beautiful sight, the scent.
He is pleasantly surprised by Daniel's bare cunt. Not as pink as he hoped, a bit darker, but plump and tight as ever. His outer labia covers the sensitive, dark pink flesh fully until he spreads his legs. Absolutely nothing on display until Daniel wants it to be. Lestat has seen his clit - his dick - before, but seeing it now, clearly with the rest of him, it's just breathtaking. The testosterone that Daniel has been taking for around a decade has blessed him with a couple inches of growth. Lestat has always fantasized about Daniel being able to fuck him with it, but it would be incredibly difficult with the size. He will find a way, one day.
A string of inspired, slightly jealous thoughts run through Lestat's head. Had I this anatomy, my clit would be small, delicate, and sensitive. My pussy would be pink, plump, always wet and inviting. I would delicately shave every night, or perhaps I'd go to a salon to get a nice wax. Anyone that I sleep with would be in for a treat. My pelvic floor would be strong and I'd be able to perform some neat tricks. I'd get pleasure from my cervix being stimulated. My orgasms would be intense and I would always squirt. I'd be able to take every inch of anyone that has me.
Daniel can't take every inch of Lestat. They've tried.
A sudden shock of sensitive pleasure surprises Daniel when Lestat presses a gentle kiss against his clit. He gasps and thrusts his hips upwards just a bit. Lestat gently licks along the length of it, short and quick licks that make Daniel squirm. Daniel can squirm and moan all he wants, but orgasm is not the current goal for Lestat. He's merely exploring. Worshipping.
Lestat takes the full length into his mouth with a small moan. He sucks and swirls his tongue around the tip, feels the smoothness and slight throbbing against his tongue. Daniel raises his hips in an effort to force his clit further into Lestat's mouth, if that's even possible. A mess of gasps and whines fall out of his lips at the stimulation. He sounds like he's never been touched like this before.
Lestat pulls off and replaces his mouth with his fingers, gently stroking Daniel's throbbing clit between his fingers. It sends electric shocks through Daniel's body.
Ethereal, Lestat thinks. What an incredible body.
He moves on to Daniel's hole. Wet and inviting, like always, like Lestat dreams to be. Lestat envies the wetness. He takes a lick and savors the sweet taste, almost moans. He tries to contain himself so as not to excite Daniel too much. His tongue explores the exposed bits, swirling around, tasting and feeling every crevice. Lestat likes to think his own pussy would taste like honey, sweet and intoxicating.
Daniel moans some more, but frankly, Lestat doesn't seem to hear him. His eyes are closed and the only thing he's focused on is how perfect Daniel feels against his tongue.
Lestat licks at Daniel's hole a few times before he decides to shove his tongue inside. Daniel cries out desperately, the wetness of Lestat's tongue overwhelming. His hole is tight around Lestat's tongue, leaving little room for movement with such wetness. Still, Lestat flicks the tip of his tongue inside of Daniel for a moment to feel and taste his walls.
"Quit teasing," Daniel whines. He aches to be filled by this point or at least eaten out properly.
"Behave," Lestat mutters against Daniel's cunt. The vibration of his voice against the flesh earns another desperate moan from the boy.
A sudden fullness shocks Daniel to the point of eliciting a yelp. Lestat eagerly replaces his tongue with two fingers, knuckle deep as if he couldn't wait any longer.
Daniel's back arches and his eyes go wide. His jaw slacks as he looks down at Lestat to watch himself get fingered. Lestat is seemingly lost in his own world. He pays absolutely no mind to Daniel's moaning and squirming whatsoever.
It's almost as if Lestat has never been inside of him before. He gasps to himself as he curiously feels Daniel. Taking such care to get to know Daniel's body for himself makes him feel all the more aware of the tiny intricacies. The ridges on Daniel's walls, the depth of his canal, the sloppy wetness getting all over his hand...
If I was being fingered like this, they'd keep adding more until their fist was inside me, unable to control themselves.
So he does add a third finger, then a fourth. Then suddenly he becomes aware of Daniel's writhing and crying. Daniel can't handle what Lestat wants to do. That's okay, I'd be able to handle it, though.
Lestat intently watches Daniel as he thrusts his fingers in and out. He takes care to stretch Daniel out, feels him clench and pulsate around his hand. Oh, how Lestat wishes he could experience this pure bliss. He leans his head down to suck on Daniel's clit again. Lestat thinks of how intense this must feel, so full and electric.
His exploration has turned to arousal by this point. He wants to do things to Daniel that he can't have done to himself. He wants to rub the tip of his cock against Daniel's wetness and put himself into Daniel's shoes. Stuffed full of cock, feeling every single inch, getting my clit stimulated at the same time until I make a mess on the cock inside of me. Over and over again.
The tightness within Lestat's trousers against the bed commands him, despite his desire to have a different anatomy. He eagerly sits up and kicks his trousers to the floor, his cock exposed to Daniel. Excited gasps and moans spill from the boy beneath him. Lestat's thick cock hangs heavy between his thighs and Daniel squirms with excitement. Stupid little slut can't contain himself at the sight.
I would be this excited, too.
A throbbing need to be inside of Daniel possesses him. Lestat takes it slow and rubs his cock along Daniel's cunt. He teases Daniel's hole with his tip and stimulates his clit with each teasing pass. He intently watches Daniel's face scrunch up and relax and then go slack in a cycle with each movement.
I would beg for it.
It's nearly unbearable. Lestat continues to tease not only Daniel, but himself. Daniel lifts his legs by his thighs as to offer his hole to Lestat with the most pleading eyes he can muster.
"Please, fuck me, please," Daniel begs, a pathetic whine in his voice. Lestat loves how dumb Daniel gets.
The pathetic begging is like music to Lestat's ears. He can't help but oblige. He slowly presses his tip into Daniel's wet hole, then gasps as the tightness fully surrounds him. Being inside of Daniel is one of Lestat's favorite things, anatomical dysphoria or not. The boy was built with the specific intention of being fucked and not much else, it seems.
Relieved moans spill from Daniel's slack jaw and his eyes roll back with bliss. Lestat can't help it; he enters Daniel's mind without permission. He wants to feel what Daniel feels, see through Daniel's eyes.
The pathetic boy's thoughts are jumbled and desperate. Fuck, he feels so good inside me. God, I can't fucking take him. Please don't stop. Pleasepleaseplease, oh, fuck.
The ecstasy radiating off of Daniel is intoxicating. Shocking waves of pleasure mixed with pain as his hole is impossibly stretched by Lestat. Lestat's eyes cross for a moment. He nearly has to stop to catch his breath. Is sex really this amazing when you're the one with the pussy?
"Yes," Daniel whimpers with an answer to Lestat's thoughts that he didn't mean to project into the boy's mind. "You're so fucking good."
Lestat can't go deep enough into Daniel. He continually hits Daniel's cervix, which causes the boy to cry out each time. A dull but pleasant pain shocks him with each thrust. Lestat feels the concept of the painful pleasure himself. It hurts in a way that makes Daniel want more, makes Lestat want to do more. The vampire moans and gasps as his tip is stimulated deep inside of Daniel. It presses against the cervix with each desperate thrust.
Indulgence is the goal here. Lestat leans down and nestles his face against Daniel's neck as they both gasp and moan. Daniel immediately tilts his head and offers himself to the vampire. Lestat snarls and invades Daniel's thoughts some more to hear the excitement and begging to be drank from.
"Bite me. Please eat me," Daniel cries.
The sharp points of Lestat's fangs tease Daniel's flesh. Not yet puncturing the skin, just brushing against his neck with each thrust into him. Daniel wraps his arms and legs around Lestat's body in an act of desperation.
"Fucking do it!" Daniel demands. He tangles his fingers in Lestat's hair on the back of his head and tries to push him into his neck.
Lestat indulges. His fangs puncture Daniel. Hot, thick blood immediately invades his mouth and clouds his senses. Daniel screams and his hole immediately pulsates around Lestat's cock.
Lestat feels Daniel's ecstasy in his mind. It pushes him over the edge as he drinks greedily. He moans against Daniel's neck while he greedily gulps down his blood and shoves his cock as deeply into Daniel as he can right as he orgasms.
Desperate cries fill the room as Lestat comes inside of Daniel. His cock twitches rhythmically and Daniel can't do anything but softly moan and whimper at the sensation.
Lestat releases Daniel's neck with a breathy, relieved moan. He quickly pricks his tongue on one of his fangs, then licks blood onto Daniel's wound to heal him.
Lestat sits up and watches Daniel come down from his orgasm. The boy's eyes are closed but fluttering a bit. The color is slightly drained from his face after Lestat's feast. Lestat hesitates to pull out. He enjoys the warm, comforting wetness that Daniel's used up body provides.
They are the only two beings on Earth at this moment.
Finally, Lestat pulls out and Daniel whines. That lovely fullness leaves him and gets replaced by the most upsetting emptiness. Daniel softly moans as Lestat's blood-tinted mess begins to spill from his hole and down his inner thighs with a quickness that has always made Daniel wish he could somehow be impossibly tighter than he is. The vampire finds himself entranced, watching Daniel's hole make a mess of the bedsheets with him.
God, what a sight. What a dream, to have your tight cunt be this destroyed by a cock.
Jealousy boils within Lestat. Having a cock shoved up his ass just simply isn't the same as whatever bliss Daniel gets to experience. Lestat's hole isn't self-lubricating. He doesn't have the delicate, wet flesh that plays such a hand in delivering pleasure. Armand is incredibly skilled when it comes to getting Lestat off and can elicit the most incredible prostate orgasms, but Lestat simply yearns to have such a magnificent sex organ in place of the already arguably magnificent one he has. At least for the moment.
Lestat slumps next to Daniel on the bed. He feels an overwhelming appreciation for the boy, but also a sense of sadness. Daniel leans over to the nightstand and grabs two cigarettes from his pack as well as his lighter. He offers one to Lestat, then lights both at the same time as they hold them together between their lips.
"You alright?" Daniel asks once he finally finds his words in the mess of his coming down.
Lestat takes a drag of his cigarette and nods. "Yes. Thank you, Daniel, for sharing yourself with me."
"Find what you were looking for?"
Lestat hums. "I did. You helped me realize some things about myself."
Daniel turns his head without moving the rest of his body to face Lestat next to him. He notices bloody tears in Lestat's eyes again, but Lestat is obviously trying to hide them. He watches as Lestat puts out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him, not in the mood for a thoughtful smoke.
"You're beautiful, Lestat," Daniel says without prompting. "I can see you however you need to be seen. If you want to be a girl sometimes, you can be my vampiress."
Lestat looks at Daniel and nods almost desperately. "Thank you, beau."
Lestat curls into Daniel and allows herself to be held by the boy. Daniel thinks, this must be what it's like to comfort a girl after fucking her. It is, now.
Daniel kisses the top of Lestat's head and takes a moment to inhale the scent radiating off of her. He sits with his thoughts and realizes that the Vampiress Lestat has more humanity within her than he may have within himself.