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The sound of two bowling ball sized heads hitting the ground should not have been as much of a turn on as it was, but Daniel Molloy was nothing if not a freak. 

As soon as the blade sliced through the air, the cards falling where they may, he and Armand nod to Alex—waiting nearby and in charge of making sure Nelson and Fareed arrive to carry out the plan—and stalk off the way they came. Armand waits just until they’re out of sight and then, without a word, picks Daniel up and shoots up into the night sky. 

“Easy, tiger,” Daniel says with a laugh, the maniacal glint of getting away with something shining in his eyes and making his blood pump harder. He stares, transfixed, as Armand flies them back to the hotel they’ve taken up residence in for the night. 

Armand looks just as flushed as Daniel feels, that half-apocalyptic smile on his lips. 

“Didn’t know murder got you so worked up, boss.” 

Armand smirks. “Temporary murder, at best.” 

“So, a vampire time-out.” 

“Precisely.” 

“Still,” Daniel needles, because it’s fun, “the blood isn’t even dry on the machete and your pupils are already huge. Surprising, that’s all.” 

Armand snorts. “Then you haven’t been paying very close attention.” 

His voice is calm, like they’re discussing the weather, and Daniel feels his cock swell. He wonders if Armand can feel his lust down their bond. 

Besides being maker and fledgling, they’re companions now as well. Seeing each other, as he’d put it at dinner with Louis and Lestat only hours earlier. They’d been too busy partaking in some blood-drinking related incest to care much, but that was fine. Daniel didn’t really feel keen on Louis knowing his business anyway, not after learning that he’d apparently known a lot of his business for the last thirty years. 

But just because he and Armand are companions, that doesn’t mean they’ve done everything. Not yet. Not since the mid-80s. They’re still getting to know each other again, and Armand may remember their history, but there are still massive gaps in Daniel’s memory. 

But they have kissed, and just the night before, Daniel held Armand in his lap, letting him rock his slit back and forth along Daniel’s cock while he drank from him. They’d been fully clothed and Armand hadn’t come, which was fine, but Daniel really, really, wanted to see his maker get lost in that ultimate pleasure with him. 

The double homicide—however temporary—and the ridiculously powerful, attractive, devoted maker carrying him through the skies is apparently exactly the cocktail Daniel needs to get the blood flowing southward on All Hallows’ Eve. And by the looks of it, it’s working for Armand too. 

They get back to the hotel much faster than they would have on foot and practically fall through the door of their penthouse suite wrapped up in each other, grasping and clutching at each other’s clothes. 

“Want you so bad,” Daniel says, pushing Armand’s heavy jacket off and kissing down his neck. He scoops him up—thank god for vampire strength erasing the pitfalls of old age—and carries him to the bedroom. He half throws Armand backwards onto the luxurious oversized bed and crawls on top of him, rucking up his shirt to brush his thumb over Armand’s nipple. 

Armand moans, head pressed back against the bed. “Daniel…don’t tease.” 

“Don’t tease, huh? You’ve been teasing me since Dubai.” He drags a fingernail down Armand’s torso, watching the faint red line form and heal just as fast. 

“Yes,” Armand admits, breathing heavily as Daniel’s fingers hook the top of his pants. “But at least you’ve had sex this century.” 

Daniel reels back. “What?” 

Armand presses his elbows into the bed, leaning up. “What?” 

Daniel isn’t sure how to explain how fucking ridiculous that statement sounded. Armand is practically a god; the face of an angel, body of Adonis. There was no way he hadn’t gotten laid in decades. 

“Are you seriously telling me that you were with Louis for 77 years and you haven’t gotten any action in at least the last 25?” 

Armand blinks. “Yes… He found it to be a turn off when I couldn’t stop thinking of you while he was inside me.” 

That shouldn’t make Daniel shiver, shouldn’t make his cock ache, but it does. Fuck, but it does. He wants to kiss and lick and bite Armand everywhere and claim him in every way possible. He wants Armand to know insane levels of pleasure and have it be from Daniel, with Daniel. Always with Daniel and no one else. 

“Oh, baby,” Daniel coos, cupping Armand’s cunt through his trousers. He can feel the heat coming off his pussy and breathes deep. He kisses his way back down Armand’s body until his mouth is hovering over his center and then presses his lips against his core. “Can’t believe anyone could lie next to you for so many years and not want to taste this every night.” 

He didn’t giggle as Daniel expected, which was a shame, because now that Daniel knows what Armand’s giggle sounds like, he enjoys finding new ways to entertain him every day. 

Instead, Armand looks away, letting the word trail off into heavy silence as he says nothing more than, “Well…” 

Daniel mouths at the heat between his legs, trying to place his whole mouth over Armand’s cunt even through the layers. “Hm?” 

“I suppose I should have been more precise. Louis did engage in sexual activities with me after San Francisco, and after our relationship was over,” he says, gaze locked on Daniel. “But I was not exactly an active participant for most of it. I had no desire to be. That does not mean he did not find…other ways…for me to be useful.” 

Daniel’s mouth falls open. “Oh…my god? Armand—” 

Armand trains his eyes on the ceiling, unblinking with his hands folded on his stomach in a move Daniel has come to realize is protective. “He would slip into our bed and wait until I had fallen asleep. I rarely slept, of course. It would have been worse, I think, not to know if it had happened. So I would feign sleep and he would pretend to believe me, or perhaps he did, and then he would…use me, like…how did Lestat put it? Ah, yes. A ragdoll for sale.” 

Daniel feels sick. He’s seeing red. He wants to throw up, and run from the room, and block his ears, and pretend none of this is happening. But the last thing he wants is to make it about him, to make any part of Armand’s story about his reaction. He’s not always the best listener; he puts his foot in his mouth all the time. But for Armand he tries. He wants to try. He wants to stay calm for Armand’s sake; his maker, his lover, quickly becoming his everything with each passing day that they spend together. Daniel watches him and sees the same frighteningly fascinating creature he’d met in a room that slants slightly to the north fifty-two years ago. 

Had unbelievably damaging things occurred between then and now? Yes. But his attachment to his maker was an incontrovertible fact, and he would not apologize for that now. 

So, listening to the words Armand was sharing, facing the truth of what had happened to him…hurt. 

How could someone look at that face and want to hurt Armand? He’s as beautiful as an angel and as dangerous as the devil. Conditioned from far, far too young to cater to the whims of stronger, strange men. Given scraps and told to survive, licking blood from the end of butter knives. 

And he had survived. He’s the strongest person Daniel has ever met. 

So Daniel listens. If Armand could live it, the least he can do is listen. 

“I would close my eyes and pretend it was you,” Armand continues, eyes squeezing shut as the memory overwhelms him. His voice is barely a whisper and it is laced with a sickening sense of shame. “At first, I hid that fact well. You were my secret, my beloved. I did not want him to have any part of you. But it was trying, over the years, to constantly hide my thoughts, and I started to slip up. He would…” Armand swallows. “He would roll me face down and thrust inside and I would imagine you filling me as completely as you did in our villa.” The sad smile he tries to hold falls from his lips, turned to dust. He lets out a world-weary sigh. “Eventually he stopped. He said he didn’t want to fuck someone else’s toy anymore.” 

Daniel’s heart beats an angry drum inside his chest. “I’m gonna kill him again, I hope you know that.” 

Armand gives a weak, wet-sounding laugh and a half-hearted shrug. He wipes the corner of his eye with his thumb. “Which of us was worse in the end? I cannot say. We were cruel to each other, Louis and I. Impossibly so. He knew I longed for you and your touch, and he exploited that.” He looks down and traces one finger softly along Daniel’s cheek. 

Armand inhales deeply and looks away again. “I knew he carried a guilt for still wanting me at all after my part in Claudia’s death, so I provided a pliant corpse to fuck. Bit by bit we eroded the bounds of our own humanity and destroyed each other, enduring for 77 years in a facsimile of normality that no one survives.” 

Armand looks at Daniel with something like an apology in his eyes. “Still, there was love there once.” 

Daniel presses a kiss to Armand’s side. “I know, baby.” 

“Is it terrible if I enjoyed it sometimes?” Armand asks in a whisper, a furrow in his brow. He looks at Daniel as if he’s afraid he might disappoint him, as if he’s confessing to an adulterous affair. Daniel’s heart breaks at the pain in his voice. “Louis could never have truly overpowered me, I could have stopped him. But I did not see the point. It kept him happy enough, either in satisfaction of his lust or his rage, and it was the only time I allowed anyone to touch me.” He brushes Daniel’s hair back with a gentle hand. “The only opportunity I had to imagine you.” 

Daniel does him the courtesy of not looking away, but he feels sick—sicker than he thought he could as a vampire. He’s in pain for Armand, for the man who just wanted to be loved and was ridiculed and cast aside and abused at every turn. He tries his best to bear witness to the beautiful monstrosity left in the wake of five hundred years of enduring. He wonders if he would have made it through himself, if he had suffered what Armand had, and decides that no, he wouldn’t have made it. He would have found the first dock and walked off it into the deep blue sea. 

Something about Armand’s fantasy worries him though. There’s just something about the way that Louis fucking Armand as a proxy for their own relationship made Daniel squirm, and not in a good way. 

“I don’t remember everything yet,” he says, though Armand knows this. “From before. Was I…did I hurt you?” His voice catches at the end. 

Armand shakes his head vehemently, hands cupping Daniel’s face and soothing him. “No. No, never.” 

“But…” 

He doesn’t know how to feel about any of it. The idea of Armand letting himself be raped over and over to keep the peace, to imagine it was Daniel there inside of him… He knows that victims have all sorts of coping mechanisms, but for Armand to miss him so badly that he accepted Louis’ anger just to imagine Daniel’s love… Well, Daniel didn’t like that. He didn’t like whoever it was that made Armand think that scenario was ever something he should accept. He was going to fucking kill Marius if he ever met him. 

Armand looks away. “You are disgusted with me. I understand.” He tries to shuffle out of Daniel’s grasp. 

“No!” Daniel says, hands still resting on Armand’s waist, holding just a little tighter. He doesn’t want to stop him from moving, but he doesn’t want to let go either. He leans down and presses a quick kiss to his hipbone. “No, I’m not, I swear. This is just—it’s a lot to take in.” 

Armand still doesn’t meet Daniel’s eye, and his lip quivers. 

“Hey, no, it’s okay.” Daniel caresses Armand’s hip where it rests below his thumb. “I don’t care, I mean—I don’t mind, that you were thinking of me. It’s… You were in a fucked up relationship. If it helped you, then I’m glad you did.” 

“And the times I came? You do not find it repulsive that a man who cared little for my pleasure could evoke that? It happened at the brothel too. And the palazzo. What does it say about me that I could find pleasure in being forced?” 

“It’s pretty normal, I think. For it to make you feel good sometimes. You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

He looks at him warily. “And if I wish to be forced now, with you here? If I want you to hold me down and say horrific, cruel things while you fuck me?” 

Daniel shrugs. “Look, I know you’re waiting for me to tell you that this isn’t gonna work or you’re broken and I don’t want you anymore, but you’re gonna be waiting a long time.” He kisses Armand’s skin once, eyes locked on his maker’s. “You want me to hold you down and fuck you and say awful shit to you? I’ll do it because you’re asking and asking is the whole goddamn difference, Armand.” He holds Armand’s gaze as his amber eyes flood with red tears. 

“You would…be interested in this, with me?” 

Daniel nods. “You want to reclaim some power in a fucked up scene? You want to be monsters dealing with monstrosity in monstrous ways? Count me in, boss.” 

Armand still looks unsure. In that moment, he is not maitre, not a coven leader, not a murderer. He is just a man turned too young after too hard a life. He is just a boy begging to be loved for who he is. He’s Daniel’s lover, maker, companion. Frightened failure; whole world. 

“You don’t know what you offer,” Armand whispers gravely. 

“We’ve already beheaded two of your exes tonight. Whatever it is you’re looking for, it’s fine with me.” 

Armand’s lip trembles, but he can’t speak. 

Daniel moves back up the bed so he’s lying next to Armand. He throws an arm over his waist and rolls him close so they are lying on their sides facing each other. 

“Daniel…” 

Daniel brushes the curls back behind his maker’s ear, speaking quietly, just for the two of them. “There’s no shame here, baby. Not with me.” 

Armand’s eyes well with tears, and he blinks them away. “Beloved…I have missed you.” 

Daniel gives a small, reassuring smile, carding his fingers through Armand’s curls. “Me too. I like being around you, you know.” 

Armand giggles. “I believe you. I love spending time with you again.” He takes Daniel’s hand and kisses his knuckles. Then he smirks. “Even when you vex me.” 

“Gotta keep it interesting.” 

They lie there in silence for a few moments, just staring at each other, the world quiet around them. 

Daniel brushes his fingers through Armand’s hair in a repetitive, soothing way. “When’s the last time you had sex that felt good? Sex you wanted to have.” 

Armand glances over Daniel’s shoulder and studies the wall there, eyes unfocused. “New Year’s Eve. 1985. We were—we were on Night Island. Just before we broke up for the last time.” 

Daniel’s heart squeezes. “How can I make this better, Armand?” he asks, practically pleading. “Tell me anything you want, I’ll give it to you.” 

Armand’s eyes flit back to Daniel’s, his voice urgent and desperate. “Don’t hold back. And don’t look away.” 

Daniel understands. Love the ugliest parts of me and still love me when you’re done. He can do that. 

He leans forward and kisses the tip of Armand’s nose. He cradles Armand’s face in his hands and presses a soft kiss to his lips. “Yes, baby.” He wants to hold him, wants to love him until Armand can feel nothing but love. They haven’t even said love yet, not since that night that Armand accidentally confessed, but Daniel is sure. Their bond, their love, is undeniable. Daniel will not reject his companion or make him doubt his affections out of some misplaced, leftover human need to preserve his pride. 

What pride? He’s holding the whole world in his hands; there’s nowhere he would rather be. 

“I love you,” he says, and he feels Armand’s breath hitch beneath his hands. He does not mean to say love, not until he has made profound amends for the pain he caused Armand throughout the years, even if he doesn’t remember all of it yet. He does not mean to say love until he knows where he and Armand are headed, how to do things right this time. But they have an eternity to figure that out, and what use is there in making Armand wait to hear his sentiments returned? In denying himself or his companion emotional honesty? 

“You…” Armand doesn’t finish the sentence, eyes unblinking. 

He can practically see the gears whirling and it makes Daniel chuckle. God, he loves him. 

“Yeah,” he says, grinning. “Like, a lot, actually.” It’s a little scary, he doesn’t add. 

“I…I love you too,” Armand says quietly, like he’s sharing his deepest secret, the flame he’s held in his hands for fifty-two years and protected from every element. “Endlessly.” 

Daniel swallows the emotion that wells in his throat, willing his tears not to fall. 

Armand’s eyes trace the length of Daniel’s body and there is a hunger in them there. His cheeks take on a faint blush and his pupils are dilated. “Daniel…” 

“Yes, baby?” 

“I want you.” 

Daniel is so proud of him for being so direct, but he doesn’t want it to come off as patronizing, so he doesn’t draw attention to it. 

“Tell me,” he replies. 

They whisper to each other as Armand shares the deepest, darkest parts of his desire. The things he wants Daniel to do, the things he wants him to say; the way he wants the humiliation to feel. The way he wants to be touched, hurt, loved, ruined. The only thing he doesn’t want Daniel to bring up (his parents) and the things he needs Daniel to bring up (Marius). He leaves nothing unclear, and Daniel feels a sense of relief in that. He wants to give Armand exactly what he needs. 

He wants to give in to his own dark desires, too, without hurting him, so Daniel listens attentively, making mental notes. 

He can’t deny it; he’s excited. It’s a lot of trust, and a lot of freedom. They go hand in hand. 

After they’ve covered all their bases, Daniel finishes with, “If you really wanna stop, you say red, okay?” 

“Okay.” Armand nods. An excited glint in his eye has Daniel’s heartrate picking up speed. 

Armand kisses Daniel for a moment, breathing him in as he worships his mouth before finally pulling back. 

“Don’t hold back,” he says again, but this time it’s breathier; it’s wanting. “I can sense your excitement, Daniel. Take what you want from me. Please.” 

“Fuck. Yeah, okay.” He presses one more quick kiss to Armand’s lips before scooting down the bed. He grabs his hips and roughly turns Armand onto his back, hooking his fingers in the tops of his trousers and underwear and yanking them off in one fell swoop. 

A soft patch of dark curls that carry Armand’s unique scent greets him, a trickle of arousal glistening where he’s started to leak down his slit. Armand’s clit pokes out from beneath his hood, hard and swollen. 

“Fuuuuck,” Daniel groans. He licks two fingers, getting them as wet as he can, and slides them on either side of Armand’s clit. Armand gasps. Daniel moves his fingers back and forth, up and down, giving Armand a handjob with just those two fingers. 

“God, baby,” he says, eyes wide with awe as the creature above him writhes with pleasure from this simple act. “Love how hard your dick gets.” He leans in and licks the tip of his clit and Armand trembles beneath him, a rush of liquid flowing from his center. “You really like having your little pussy played with, don’t you?” 

“Yesss,” Armand hisses, hands coming up to cover his face. 

Daniel licks a long stripe up his cunt and is rewarded with Armand squirming and gripping the bed with both hands. 

“Oh, Daniel.” He breathes fast and loud, white-knuckling the comforter. “Please.” 

“Shirt off.” 

Armand shimmies out of his shirt as fast as possible, tossing it off the side of the bed. 

Daniel smiles at him. “Beautiful.” 

Armand looks down at Daniel, panting. “Please.” 

Daniel turns his hand and shoves those same two fingers into Armand’s cunt all at once. Armand cries out, but he pushes down to meet the intrusion. Daniel curls his fingers up to press on his g-spot, mercilessly fingerfucking him. Armand holds the blanket so tightly he might rip it. 

“You get so wet from killing people,” Daniel taunts. “You’ve wanted this all night.” 

“Yes,” Armand whispers like a confession. 

Daniel pulls his fingers out and grips Armand’s thighs, pushing his legs as wide as they’ll go. He thrusts his tongue inside Armand’s slit and oh, fuck, he tastes good. Armand whines above him, but Daniel just closes his eyes and sinks into the pleasure of it. He feels like a crazed man, desperate with the need to taste ambrosia from the source. He licks into Armand, trying to devour him, hands gripping his tan waist so tightly they’re bound to leave marks. 

He comes up for air he doesn’t need just to say, “You’re dripping for me, baby. Such a good little slut, so wet and ready.” 

Armand nods frantically, hands still in the blankets, head pressed back against the mattress. “Good slut, good slut,” he chants. 

Daniel smirks, even if Armand isn’t looking at him to see it. “Did you get this wet for Louis too?” 

A pained whine escapes Armand’s throat and he thrashes his head side to side. “No, no…” 

Daniel grips his hips tighter. He swirls his tongue around Armand’s dick for a moment, then asks, “When’s the last time he used this tight little hole?” 

Armand shivers as Daniel sucks his dick between his lips and holds it with delicate precision between his teeth. He gasps his answer. “In–in Dubai.” 

Daniel sucks hard before letting it pop out of his mouth. “While I was there?” 

He doesn’t even mean for it to come out as harsh and possessive as it does, but the lick of jealousy that travels up his spine is both unexpected and arousing. 

Armand squeezes his eyes shut tight and throws one arm over his face to hide. “Yes.” 

Daniel’s breathing turns heavy, his cock aching where it’s pressed against the bed. Armand was laid out like this for Louis while Daniel slept mere feet away. Maybe not just like this—it sounded like most of the time, Louis preferred him limp. But was he rougher with Armand in Dubai, knowing Daniel was so near? Did he demand Armand endure it awake, knowing he was likely picturing Daniel on top of him instead? 

“You let him use you while I was down the hall?” 

“I did not want him to.” His words come out rushed, sounding like a desperate plea. I begged him not to, he knew I was awake this time, but it had been so long he did not care. He held me down and said—he said—” Armand tries to take big gulps of air. “He held me down and told me you’d never want me after, after…” 

Daniel licks all around his cunt, teasing all the nerves between his folds, around the entrance, just inside. “After what?” 

Armand’s back arches off the bed, his voice taking on a reedy quality, higher pitched than usual. “After letting so many use me. He wanted me to come for him while you were down the hall. That was the only—ah!—the only time he ever, ever cared, if I finished. He knew I wanted you. He was cruel. I swear it, Daniel. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sor—” 

“I don’t think you’re sorry at all,” Daniel says, nails biting into Armand’s skin. “You think I don’t know you Armand, but I remember bits and pieces. I remember how you made me fuck so many strangers while you watched. I remember you killing them after. I think you liked the power.” 

“No…” Armand shakes his head, beautiful curls flying out against the bed. 

“Look how wet you get just talking about it.” And it was true, there was practically a puddle beneath Armand now. “Your dick is all hard and your pussy is drenched. You can’t tell me you didn’t like it.” He licks along the length to taste more of Armand’s arousal and nearly groans with the pleasure of it. He tastes like nothing Daniel has ever experienced before. At least, none that he can remember. 

“Did you come for him, Armand?” He knows Armand wants this, and yet, a tiny part of him feels his stomach twist with the obscene horror of it all. A boyfriend-sanctioned power trip. It scares him, how much he’s getting off on it, but, well…they’re alike in this way. “Did you come for Louis while I was there?” 

Two tears track down either side of Armand’s face. “Yes.” 

Daniel turns his head and sinks his fangs viciously into the meat of Armand’s thigh, drinking deeply. Armand whines, a sob escaping his throat as arousal drips from his slit. He covers his eyes with his arms, trying to hide even as he spreads his legs a little wider. 

“Daniel…” 

Daniel pulls off, licking at the blood and nicking his tongue on his own fang to heal the wound. He presses a kiss to Armand’s clit and stands, taking off his clothes as fast as possible, and quickly moves up the bed, pulling Armand’s arms off his face and placing his body weight all along the length of Armand’s body. 

Daniel watches Armand’s eyes darken and he clasps Armand’s wrists in his hands, holding them above his head. He tucks his face against Armand’s neck and barely grazes the skin with his fangs, licking up the blood. 

Armand moans. “Beloved…my beloved…please…” 

“You say you love me,” Daniel murmurs against his skin, pressing a thigh between Armand’s legs, “but you laid there in his bed and let him spread your legs so you could get your tight, needy little hole filled. Isn’t that right?” 

Armand groans in reply, turning his face away. Daniel could swear he hears something like a mumbled no. 

“You want to pretend you hated what he was doing because you knew I was there, right there, and you were still fucking him.” He holds both of Armand’s wrists in one hand and uses the other to roughly grab Armand’s chin, turning his face back to Daniel. He presses a knee hard between Armand’s legs, against his cunt. 

Armand gasps. “Please…” 

“I would’ve answered the door, if you’d knocked. I would have happily gone to my knees for ‘Rashid.’ But you were too busy getting off on being brutalized fifty feet away from me.” 

Armand thrashes in Daniel’s hold, trying to shake his head, but Daniel holds a firm grasp on his chin. “No, no, I didn’t—didn’t want—fuck. I just wanted you—” 

Daniel releases his face and shoves his hand down between them, pushing two fingers inside Armand. He is outrageously wet. “Such a tease. You’re the perfect little victim, aren’t you?” He presses a kiss to Armand’s cheek while he taunts him. “You love it. Trained up on it.” He nips at Armand’s jaw as his lover clenches his teeth, his walls tightening around Daniel’s fingers. “I bet it felt so good for Louis, forcing himself inside your tight hole.” 

Armand’s cunt is making an obscene amount of noise as Daniel fingers him. Daniel laughs cruelly. “Look at you. You’re soaked just thinking about it. I think you liked being wanted so much that he couldn’t help himself. You didn’t want him to stop. Hell, you probably wanted me to join you. Isn’t that what you said at the table? ‘I do hope you’ll join us.’” 

Armand squirms and makes a noise Daniel chooses to take as confirmation. 

“Yeah, that’s right. You wanted me to watch him use you like a whore.” Daniel uses his thumb to rub Armand’s clit while he works his g-spot from the inside. “Did you want both of us to hold you down?” Armand whimpers and Daniel pulls his arms a little higher above his head. “That’s it, isn’t it? Your fucked up fantasy? Both of us forcing you to stay there and take it like the good little fucktoy you are. Louis taking your mouth while I had this pretty little cunt. Is that you wanted?” 

“No,” Armand cries, the tears flowing freely down his cheeks. “I didn’t—I didn’t—I swear, I–I–I,” he stutters out in hiccuping breaths. “I just wanted you. Always you. Please, Daniel.” 

Daniel keeps working his pussy with his fingers. “And yet you laid there every night pretending to be asleep so the blame was never on you. Is that what you did for Marius too? Or were you begging him to use your body every night?” 

Armand’s cunt tightens around Daniel’s fingers, not quite coming, but close; an answer without giving one. 

“Fuck, I knew you were a fucking whore. That’s what you were made for, baby. Talk a big game but at the end of the day you’re in bed daydreaming about being fucked and filled and left there for anyone to use.” 

Armand pulls at Daniel’s hold and Daniel lets him go. He covers his face with his hands and sobs. The force of Daniel’s hand moving inside him causes him to bounce where he lies on the bed. 

“Shouldn’t it be my turn now, Armand? You owe me. You turned me and left me to fend for myself. I deserve some kind of an apology.” Armand gasps and shouts as Daniel’s fingers curl mercilessly inside him. “The least you can do is lie there and be a nice, warm, eager black hole for me to fill.” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Armand grips Daniel’s biceps. “I don’t—I don’t—please, stop—” 

“Oh baby, you might be sorry, but you’re still wet for me. You expect me to believe you don’t want this, when you’re so perfect and ready for me to use?” Daniel shoves another two fingers inside him, stretching Armand uncomfortably wide. 

“Please, Daniel! Stop it! It hurts, it hurts—” 

“You’re so pretty when you lie. Now hold still. I wanna see what all the fuss is about.” 

Daniel rips his fingers out, and even though Armand is wet, the speed of it causes a breath to punch out of him. Daniel lines himself up, grabs one of Armand’s wrists in each hand again, and shoves himself inside in one push. 

And Armand? Armand screams. 

“Oh fuck.” Daniel presses his forehead against Armand’s. “Oh god, you feel so good. Can’t believe I haven’t had this pussy in forty years. Were you always this tight?” 

“Yes,” Armand croaks out. 

Daniel releases Armand’s wrists to force his legs back so his knees are level with his chest. Now he can feel Armand’s cervix on every thrust, and Armand starts crying hard again. 

“Oh yeah. Just like that.” Daniel is enraptured by the feel of Armand’s soft, wet walls wrapped around his dick. It’s better than he could have imagined. His maker, his lover, his companion; his toy. “God, you feel amazing. Is this what it felt like when he held you down? When you were picturing me?” 

“Yes,” Armand chokes out through sobs. 

Daniel brushes Armand’s face with his hand. “Aww, shush, baby. Look how good you’re doing, taking me so well. Perfect body, perfect face, perfect cunt. I’m never letting you go.” He presses a kiss to Armand’s lips and it feels…sickeningly sinister. It makes his cock throb harder. 

Armand thrashes his head and tries to get away from Daniel’s touch, but Daniel just thrusts harder and Armand chokes back a scream. 

“I know, baby, I know it hurts, but you’re doing such a good job.” 

Armand’s walls flutter around Daniel’s cock. 

“Yeah, that’s right. Wanna make you feel good too, don’t you know that, baby? Can’t believe Louis never really made you come. This perfect pussy? I want you coming around my cock over and over again.” 

Armand moans and squeezes, a flush crawling up his chest. 

“See?” Daniel says, pressing a soft kiss to Armand’s jaw as he continues to thrust into him, somewhat shallower. “It feels good when I do it, right? This is what I would’ve done for you in Dubai. Well, I was still pretty pissed at you then. Maybe I would’ve let Louis rough you up first, but I still would’ve fucked you if you’d asked.” 

“Daniel—” 

“I’m so glad Marius saved you from that brothel. This is what you were made for.” 

Armand cries harder, no intelligible words escaping. 

“You got off on being Marius’ special boy that he lent out, didn’t you?” Armand is silent and Daniel gives a particularly hard thrust, making him react. “Didn’t you?” 

“Yes—” 

“You liked it.” 

Armand’s chin trembles, his eyes are closed. He tries to look away but all he can do is turn his head as much as Daniel will allow. “Yes.” A single word, and it sounds like it cost him everything. 

But Daniel is greedy. 

“Such a fucking slut. I can’t believe you liked your maker loaning you out for his friends to abuse. How many times do you think you’ve been raped, Armand? Oh god, it’s probably so many. All those cocks taking their pleasure from you, holding you down, coming inside you? Filthy. Their cum staining your insides. I bet they all wanted to knock you up, too. I would’ve. If Marius offered you to me I wouldn’t have left there till you were.” 

He presses a hand against Armand’s lower stomach. 

“Well,” he continues, “I’m not gonna share you. You feel too good. Only meant for me.” 

Armand whines, but Daniel swears it sounds pleased. 

Daniel gets onto his knees, still buried in Armand, and holds Armand’s hips so he can pull the lighter boy’s body onto his cock again and again. It’s pornographic. It feels, probably looks, like he’s just using Armand’s body to masturbate. 

He feels his cock leak a little inside him. 

“Oh yeah,” he says, moving Armand’s cunt along his cock. “Feels so good when I just use you to get off.” 

Armand’s hands grip the bed again and he looks at Daniel, mouth parted. “I don’t want it, Daniel,” he says, the glimmer of more tears in the corners of his eyes. “Please. Please stop. I love you, I love you—” 

“I love you too, baby,” Daniel says, not stopping. “That’s why I’m giving you exactly what you need. This is what you want, isn’t it? You want to be fucked and you never want it to be your fault. So I’ll take the blame. I’ll take on the burden, just to make you feel good.” 

Armand reaches towards him. “No, please—” 

“You want to be forced, so you make me force you. You get inside my head and root around until I have to have you. I bet that’s what you did with all of them. Marius knew you were dangerous. Lestat knew, Louis knew. And now I’m here and you’re making me do this to you.” 

“I’m not, I don’t want—Daniel, stop—” 

Daniel throws his head back, getting closer as he uses Armand like a cocksleeve. “Oh god.” It feels incredible and he’s going to come soon into Armand’s waiting cunt. He feels like he’s been waiting for this most of his life. He sort of has. “You make me want you so bad. I’ll give you anything you want. Perfect fucking slut, perfect companion.” 

“Daniel, stop! Please!” 

He cants Armand’s hips so he can pound into his g-spot and Armand’s cries turn into nonsensical noise. Daniel closes his eyes and grips Armand’s hips tighter. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m raping you. Oh my god, I’m raping you. Armand—fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life. What are you doing to me? Teasing me into temptation with this perfect body. I can’t help it. This pussy is so good and I need to come inside you, baby.” 

“Close…Daniel…close…”  

Daniel looks down to see Armand covering his face, breathing heavier, and he can feel the tension in Armand’s body, the way he’s reaching for that peak that Daniel is barely holding off. 

“You’re doing so good, baby. You can do it. See, it feels good right? When I do this to you? You don’t have to do anything but come for me. I want you to come for me.” 

Armand’s body is strung taut like a bow. Daniel puts his hips back on the bed and lies on top of him again, holding his weight up on one forearm, the other hand reaching down to rub Armand’s clit. 

“You don’t even know how to come if you’re not being raped, huh? So used to letting men take what they want. You get to pretend to be good, pretend you don’t want it, but I can feel how you grip me, Armand. I can feel you’re about to come. You probably made all those cocks feel really good when you came on them. Come on, baby. Give it to me.” 

Armand’s eyes fly open and he grabs Daniel’s arms, a look of shock on his face as his body gives way and releases. 

“Oh, good job, so good for me. So perfect. My angel, my perfect little slut, I love you.” 

Armand looks at him in awe; it’s almost reverent. “Daniel…come…” 

“Yeah,” Daniel says, and it won’t take much. He thrusts one, two, three times and he’s there, filling Armand up from the inside out. He doesn’t think about the kiss he gives him as he pulses inside his lover; he just does it. Soft and slow and he feels so connected to him now  that he’s not surprised when his orgasm ends and he opens his eyes to find Armand holding his face like he is something precious. 

“Daniel…” He’s said it so many times during this coupling, but this time feels different. This time feels like love. 

“Hi baby.” 

A tiny flicker of fear winds its way up Daniel’s spine, but it’s immediately doused by the devotion in Armand’s gaze. 

They breathe, just looking at each other, coming back down from the heightened emotions slowly. At some point, Daniel gently rolls to the side, slipping out of Armand, and pulls him close to his chest. 

“I love you,” he says, needing Armand to hear it, “exactly as you are.” 

Armand squeezes Daniel’s waist. “I know,” he says, and Daniel can hear the soft smile in his voice. “I love you, too. As you are, as you always have been. Whatever you will be. You are mine, beautiful boy.” 

Daniel didn’t expect to feel choked up, but the emotion in his throat is thick. He turns and curls himself against Armand’s body so his head is pressed to Armand’s chest. 

“Was that what you wanted?” 

Armand cards his fingers through Daniel’s hair. When he speaks, he sounds blissed out in a way that Daniel hasn’t seen him relaxed before, at least not recently. 

“It was perfect.” 

Daniel presses a kiss to his sternum. “Good.” 

Armand runs his hand down Daniel’s back. “My companion…” 

“Yeah?” Daniel asks and rubs small circles over Armand’s ribs with his thumb. “You still want me?” 

Armand looks down at him. There is no question in his gaze. “More than ever.” 

Daniel smiles and tucks his face back against his maker’s side. “Good. Next time, I’m lying you down on a blanket on the beach and we can look at the stars and I’ll make you come a whole bunch. It’ll be very sweet. You deserve to be romanced.” 

“Mmm,” Armand hums, and it sounds amused. “That sounds lovely. But there is no one else I would trust with this part of me.” He traces a finger down Daniel’s face. “That is romantic to me.” He smiles. “I missed you, Danny.” 

Daniel kisses his ribs. “I missed you, too, boss.” He holds him a little tighter. “Even if I didn’t always know it.” 

“My fascinating boy…” 

He looks at Daniel for a while, just staring at him, and Daniel is on cloud nine feeling like he just won the lottery or became a demigod or something insane that is somehow less insane than the world’s most perfect vampire falling in love with you. 

And then Armand starts to giggle. He tries to suppress it but the laugh bubbles up out of him and he turns his face, covering it with his free arm. That doesn’t hide the way his body shakes with amusement. 

“What?” Daniel says, pushing up onto his forearm. “What is it?” 

Armand looks back at him and he’s just radiating joy, so it can’t be too bad. 

“Beloved…” he says, tilting his chin down and raising a brow. “When exactly did your dirty talk improve so much?” 

“Hey!” Daniel says, pouting. “Why? Was I that bad at it before?” 

Armand stares. “Yes.” 

Daniel feels his face turn beet red, which makes Armand laugh some more. He buries his face along Armand’s side, pressing a kiss over his heart. “Yeah, well, you left the dough to rise for fifty years. Something was bound to happen.” 

Armand’s smile is beautiful; he looks lighter than he has at any other point Daniel can remember. “True. Perhaps that is why you are such a formidable fledgling. You are a sourdough vampire.” 

Daniel blinks, a startled laugh erupting before he groans. “Boss.” 

“My rustic little loaf. My fermented staple. Daniel Doughloy.” 

“This is ridiculous.” 

“My besotted baguette.” 

“I’m gonna safeword out of this.” 

“Tsk, tsk. So kneady.” 

“Goodbye.” 

Daniel fakes trying to get out of bed and Armand pulls him back, laughing. It sounds so free. Daniel would do it all again just to hear that. 

“Come on, beloved,” Armand says, standing and taking Daniel’s hand to guide him to the shower. “We have quite the busy morning ahead of us.” 

Daniel follows. “Are we sure Fareed can pull this off?” 

“He’s never retired a human by mistake. A vampire can’t be much different.” 

“I’m not sure I agree with you a hundred percent on your medical work, there, boss.” 

“Don’t let’s ask for the moon, Daniel…we have the stars.” 

“That’s it, I’m buying you a subscription to Netflix. No more criterion collection for you until you are well up to date on current shitty pop culture references.” 

Armand smiles. “The Vampire abides.” 

Daniel laughs all the way to the shower.