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Things were good. Being around Louis again felt like coming home, if home were your fledgling you'd been apart from for many decades, whom you shared somewhat of a messy history with. They'd been keeping things between them casual — mostly Louis' idea, but Lestat did agree in that perhaps it were best if they took things slow after so much time apart.

"Don't look at me like that!" Louis leaned back against the sofa in the corner of the bar they were currently pretending to drink at. Lestat could practically feel the eye roll coming from him.

"You mention the elephant in the room," Lestat began, his voice high and dramatic as usual. "Armand. And expect me to be—be unaffected!"

Louis shook his head fondly. "C'mon, Les. Whatever you think of him, you're gonna want to hear this."

A reluctant sigh. Louis' legs were tangled with his under the table between them, and his eyes were glowing in the dim light, and Lestat could never say no to him.

"D'accord. Do tell."

Louis huffed out a small chuckle. "So… he kinda has a fledgling now. Went and made one to spite me."

It was not often Lestat was left speechless, his jaw hanging open. "Armand? Are you certain? My ears must be deceiving me!"

"Why would I make this up?" Louis laughed dryly. "He's been following the guy since the 70s. Gotta admit I have a weird fondness for him myself. When he's not being an asshole."

"Hah!" Lestat ran a hand through his hair and pursed his lips. "Now I am curious. I have to meet him! Armand's fledgling! They don't come as a package deal though, right?"

That made Louis snort, taking a sip of the blood-spiked drink. "Not likely. I hear he's been a bit of an absent father."

A wide grin split across Lestat's face, and Louis raised an eyebrow as if he could read his mind. "Oh, but Louis. What is this if not a perfect opportunity for us?"

"What exactly are you thinking here?"

Lestat leaned forward across the table. "Now you know the truth, would you not wish to get your revenge?"

"No, out of the question. We're not killing him."

"Oh no," Lestat said mischievously. "Not even we could get away with that, mon cher. I was thinking, perhaps something that would anger him. What would Armand say, I wonder, if he knew his fledgling was mentored by his ex lovers?"

Louis laughed and shook his head. "You sly dog. Go on then, not gonna pretend that doesn't appeal to me."

"Parfait!" Lestat exclaimed. "You will have to contact him, of course. I have no idea who this nouveau fledgling even is!"

The last thing Daniel had expected, especially after the recent publication of his book, was an invite from Louis. Even better, Lestat was there too! The one he'd heard so much about, but never had the pleasure to meet. Or the opportunity to bombard with the many questions he had.

It was no surprise to him that Louis seemed to be back with Lestat. The way he'd spoken of him in the interview, the way they'd always come back to each other no matter what. How it was obvious his entire relationship with Armand had been an extended spiteful rebound, with Lestat haunting him the entire time. Daniel did judge them both though, deeply, despite the fact he was twice divorced and somehow in a situationship with an ancient vampire at the age of seventy.

An ancient vampire who he thought he'd come to a shaky understanding with, for a while. Those intense looks Armand had directed at him hadn't been for nothing — they'd fucked, which had somehow led to being turned in a private jet. Then waking up ravenous for blood and very much alone.

The only guidance Daniel had had was the very book he'd written. Snippets of Louis' stories recounting his own turning. When given the offer, he wasn't going to refuse. It'd been a rough start to his undeath.

Vampire loneliness was getting to him, just like how Louis had described in the interview. Without his maker, who he'd developed a cocktail of mixed feelings for, Daniel didn't have anyone. His daughters still weren't answering his calls.

So he'd accepted the invite, and ended up in Lestat's rather large house. Upon meeting him, the blonde vampire was pretty much exactly what he'd expected. A sarcastic, dramatic and flamboyant asshole who kissed the ground Louis walked on. Which was funny, considering the stuff Daniel knew he'd done to him.

"You are a most intriguing fledgling," Lestat pondered, sprawled across the couch and sipping blood from a cocktail glass. "What are you to him? What made the great vampire Armand break five hundred years of celibacy?"

"I told you Les, he's—"

"I dunno, man," Daniel interrupted, sipping from his own glass. "Can we not talk about him? Kind of a sore spot."

"Hmm," Lestat reached to the side table to grab a notebook, scribbling something down in it.

"Hey, what are you writing?"

Lestat didn't answer.

Louis laughed from the other side of the sofa him and Lestat were sharing.

"Hey asshole, I asked you a question!"

Finally Lestat looked up. "Oh, Dan. What was the question?"

Daniel huffed angrily. "One, don't call me that, it's Daniel. Two, are you fucking therapising me in that thing?"

Lestat snorted unattractively. "You think too highly of yourself, Dan. I am not Armand, pining over you day and night. I am writing. Song lyrics, if you must know. Le con."

"Should've known you'd be a piece of fucking work," Daniel muttered, rolling his eyes. "Louis, your boyfriend sucks."

"Inde—"

"He's not my—" Louis shifted awkwardly. "We're taking things slow."

"Hah, sure," Daniel clocked Lestat's minute change in expression. "Let's see how long that lasts, shall we?"

Louis was laughing to himself. "He called you a cunt, by the way."

"Oh, great," Daniel smiled sarcastically. "Really know how to chat a guy up, right Lestat?"

"I do, actually," Lestat remarked as he continued writing. "Is that what this is, Dan? Abandoned by the beautiful Armand, so you believe yourself able to seduce me?"

Daniel snorted, bursting into laughter. "Seriously? You're really that full of yourself, that one guy calls you an asshole and you think he's into you?"

"It's not too different from myself and Louis," Lestat smirked, placing the notebook back down. "Plus, you are remarkably bad at hiding your thoughts. That's why you're here though, correct?"

"God, this is embarrassing," Daniel sunk back on the sofa. "Mentored by the world's most insufferable vampire. And Louis."

"Hey," Louis raised an eyebrow. "Don't be too mean. He's fragile."

Lestat looked scandalised. "Louis! I am not fragile. Don't listen to him."

He then proceeded to go off into an entirely French rant. Louis' brow furrowed, as if he were a little rusty in the language, but understood what he was saying. It turned out he was rusty, as his reply involved quite a struggle.

Daniel sighed, resigning to the fact they were definitely bitching about him in French so he wouldn't understand. Either that or arguing. He was past caring.

Lestat was smiling now, clearly pleased with whatever Louis had told him. They were such an unfairly attractive couple, it pissed Daniel off to no end.

"I feel like going on a hunt," he announced. "There is nothing more exquisite than fresh blood. How are your hunting skills, Danny?"

Daniel growled under his breath. "It's Daniel! And I'm perfectly fine at hunting, thanks. Man, I don't know what Louis sees in you."

"Hmm," Lestat's smirk was menacing. "I do wonder what Armand saw in you, that made him break his lifelong vow. Clearly not much, as I do not see him here."

"Lestat."

"Huh," Daniel glared at him, leaning forward. "Listen, Armand may be a complete asshole, but you? You're a million times more insufferable than he ever was!"

"And yet you still find me desirable, don't you?"

"Fuck you," Daniel spat out. "Stay out of my head! There's no way you're better in bed than him. Why would I bother?"

Shit, he hadn't meant to let that slip. Lestat was grinning even wider.

"Oh," Lestat was on his feet, pacing around the sofa. "So you have slept with him? Bravo, mon ami! How was it, may I ask? Was he as boring as my memory serves? Truly, truly dull."

"None of your fucking business," Daniel snapped. "Ever considered it was you who was the problem?"

"Actual—"

"Wait," Louis interrupted. "Daniel, what? You're joking, right?"

Daniel swallowed nervously. The words 'you both fucked Lestat' were really coming back to bite him right now.

"Ugh, fuck," he mumbled. "Look, it just happened. Guess it was kinda life or death. He was gonna kill me, right? Clearly didn't mean anything, or he'd still be here. Happy?"

Louis leaned back, his expression unreadable. "I don't care who you sleep with, Daniel. But after everything I told you?"

"What did you tell him?" Lestat interrupted.

"Enough," Daniel said. "I thought he would've gone and bragged to you, man. Probably did it to piss you off, straight on the rebound. Sounds like him."

Daniel swallowed the sadness that washed over him — at the time he'd hoped it'd meant more than just a quick fuck, but as time went on he came to realise that Armand had probably only slept with him to piss Louis off, or something like that. Not because he cared or anything.

"Perhaps," Louis remarked. "Why don't both of you go on a hunt? Lestat is the expert of the two of us, his skills are unmatched."

"Oh Louis," Lestat smiled sweetly, briefly laying a hand on Louis' arm. "You flatter me. What better idea than a hunt to take our minds off of him?"

"Fine, whatever," Daniel rose to his feet. "Dealing with your bullshit has made me hungry."

Watching Lestat hunt practically had Daniel swooning — yeah, he was incredibly annoying and seemed to get off on riling him up, but here he was in his element. There had always been something about a predator luring in its prey that fascinated Daniel, and seeing that play out as a gorgeous vampire innocently drag an unsuspecting human to their death, it made him a little hot under the collar. Maybe that was why he'd gone through those nights in San Francisco with an undercurrent of horniness — he was extremely fucked in the head.

If Lestat looked this good, Daniel feared if he were ever able to witness Armand hunting, he might cream his pants on the spot. The fantasy was swiftly dismissed as Lestat bared his fangs in the alley, strong hand muffling the young man's screams from where he was pinned to the wall.

"Men this desperate," Lestat turned back to him, "are easy prey. His thoughts project rather loud. Muddled, oui. He has taken many drugs. So very delirious, he believed me to be a woman, who he planned to lure to the park, in the shadows… to violently have his way with. The perfect victim. No one will miss him."

Daniel found his fangs dropping at the thought of draining this piece of shit. "I mean yeah, you'd look great in drag."

"That's what you took from that?" Lestat almost lost his grip on the man for a second, eyes wide with something. "Yes. I would. Most beautiful. Now focus on the meal in front of you, fledgling."

Daniel scoffed, not liking the patronising tone at all. "Great advice, man. Trying to roofie me? Me? Been there, done that, pal. Drained a few too many addicts since my death, easy prey, familiar territory. Fuckin' miracle I made it back before the sun came up and evaporated my ass."

Lestat scoffed, raising a sharp claw to slice across the guy's neck. He whimpered and continued to struggle, uselessly. A tongue licked across his fangs and lip in anticipation. "Oui, mon ami. I am aware of the effects of the drugged blood. I simply wished to have some fun together, perhaps take your mind off of daddy."

"Daddy?" Daniel muttered under his breath, his fangs pulsing at the smell of blood. "Why should I trust you?"

"You shouldn't," Lestat grinned, lowering his mouth to the sobbing man's neck. "But will you leave me to enjoy this meal alone, mon ami? Or will you choose to share?"

Lestat winked at him before sinking his fangs into the man's neck. His muffled screams were delicious, Daniel couldn't help himself, he was swiftly biting into the other side and sucking the sweet nectar down. He became so lost in it, the man's blood flowing through him and the familiar high returning, that it almost felt for a moment as if everything around him muffled, Lestat fading into nothing as he drank.

The other vampire quickly reminded him of his continued presence by yanking him off of the now dead man, letting his corpse flop to the ground.

"Such a greedy fledgling," Lestat chastised him, licking the small amount of blood around his lips away. "Could you not hear his heart stop? That is when you cease drinking! It truly is a wonder how you're still alive. Or as alive as one can be, in undeath."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Daniel mumbled, figuring whatever this man had taken was strong, as it was hitting him fast and hard. "So—so fuckin' good."

"Indeed," Lestat grinned, crouching down next to the corpse and nicking his fingers, healing the fang marks on his neck with his blood. "Care to help me dispose of the body?"

"We—we walked past a river, right?" Daniel stumbled to his feet as they each took an arm over their shoulders. "Dump him there?"

"Yes, yes, perfect," Lestat slurred a little, his hair starting to go a bit wild as they dragged the body down the alley. "Always be aware— of passers by. You want no witnesses."

"Mm," Daniel nodded, taking a moment to try and focus on his surroundings, which was more difficult than usual with the buzzing in his head. He felt like a youth again, chasing this very same high. It was different though, as a vampire. Maybe even better.

They reached the river bank, hiding behind a thick tree. Lestat seemed to deem the coast clear, and they tossed the body into the river. Daniel picked up a rather large rock from nearby, placing it on the body to weigh it down, and it quickly began to sink below the surface and leave their sight.

"Good work," Lestat grabbed his shoulder. "How do you feel? Très bien! We must return to my sweet Louis and tell him everything."

"Mm, yeah," Daniel stumbled over his own feet as they began to head away from the river bank, wanting to avoid suspicion.

"Oh, flagrant," Lestat stopped walking and grabbed Daniel's chin, making him face him. "Look at the state of you, Dan! Such a messy eater. You cannot go around looking like this!"

Daniel licked his lips self-consciously. "Uh, fuck man. How do I get rid of it?"

Lestat scoffed, shaking his head. "He truly has taught you nothing. Well, lucky me," he fussed over Daniel's shirt where more blood had splattered, "I will simply have to do the gremlin's job for him."

"Wassit?" Daniel mumbled incoherently, his mind spinning, only able to make out the rough shape of Lestat's model-like form. Then he was moving closer, wild blonde locks brushing his skin as lips spoke into his ear.

"Do not think of him," Lestat whispered, his other hand trailing across Daniel's neck and into his hair. "When I am far superior, skilled, in the ways of the tongue."

Daniel found himself swallowing hard, the words zapping through him like an electric shock, and before he knew it, Lestat was kissing him, roughly. It took his brain a second to catch up, and then he was kissing back, because fuck it if Lestat wasn't just as skilled as he claimed. Daniel's mind blanked out, letting the elder vampire explore his lips and mouth with that tongue, sink his fangs into his lip — it was bliss.

As he panted helplessly, Lestat broke away to lick at the blood surrounding his lips and chin. An embarrassing moan escaped, and his drug-addled brain found himself hardly caring as much as he normally would, since he was also already achingly hard.

While the eager tongue lapped at his skin, Daniel swore he felt a sharp stab of something inside him. It definitely wasn't coming from him, though. Anger? Weird, the effects these drugs must be having.

"Done yet?" Daniel blissfully muttered, as Lestat licked a stripe across his neck, then pulled back with wild eyes. He was infuriatingly beautiful.

"Much better," Lestat admired his work with a sly grin. "Let's return. Louis would not wish to miss out on such an opportunity."

Daniel laughed, swaying into Lestat's side and gripping his arm for stability. There it was again, that foreign emotion in him. This time he ignored it, as Lestat guided him back to his house while texting with his spare hand the entire time.

Louis ♥

On Our Way Back. We Decided To Have A Little Treat ;) Sincerely, Lestat De Lioncourt >

< I do wish you knew how to type, Les. Is he in one piece? LDPDL x

What Is Wrong With My Text Messages, Louis? I Am Perfectly Fine With This Modern Invention. He Is Nearby. Watching Us. I Have An Idea, Mon Cher ;) Sincerely, Lestat De Lioncourt >

< Got a feeling I know what you're thinking. Is he up for that? Are you?? LDPDL x

Most Certainly! I Can Sense His Desire, So Very Eager ;) Armand Would Be FURIOUS!!! L.O.L. Fancy A Fun End To The Night? ;) Sincerely, Lestat De Lioncourt >

< What's LOL? Is that lots of love? I'm not up to date with everything on the World Wide Web… I suppose we can see what happens ;) LDPDL x

Magnifique! Still Casual? Sincerely, Lestat De Lioncourt >

< Of course, cher. This is merely to piss off Armand. LDPDL x

Oui, Cheri ;) Sincerely, Lestat De Lioncourt >

Perhaps if Daniel were still in his twenties, this would be the exact way he'd have expected to spend the night. Not that it wasn't appealing for him now, anything but, except there was no way in hell he would've predicted this happening.

Spread out and naked on Lestat's deep green velvet bed sheets, although he didn't actually know if this was his bedroom, there were so many rooms in this place he'd lost count. This room looked hardly touched — everything was perfect, from the spotless wooden furniture to the fancy animal skin rug covering most of the floor. The blackout curtains fluttered dangerously in the breeze of the open windows, but since there were a good few hours until sunrise, it wasn't that big of a problem right now.

If Daniel weren't high, maybe he'd think twice about this. However, high or not high, Daniel Molloy was never one to make good choices. Not when Louis was laying by his side, his gorgeous brown skin on display, fangs nibbling at his shoulder and collarbones and claws digging into his hip, dangerously close to his leaking cock. Lestat was between his legs, eyes dark, nails freshly bitten down and slender fingers wet with lube.

"Such a desperate, needy little thing you are," Lestat cooed, grin flashing a glimpse of fang as he hauled one of Daniel's legs up, putting him completely on display. "Look at you. Divin. How long as it been, I wonder, since anyone," Lestat pressed a finger to his tight hole, "has had you, here?"

Another strange flash within him that Daniel was too delirious to pay attention to. He was heaving in breath he didn't need, acting like the complete slut he'd been forty odd years ago. The shame, the embarrassment of being on display for these two gorgeous vampires only turned him on more.

"Fuck, dunno," Daniel mumbled, whimpering pathetically when Louis' fangs pierced his skin, taking the tiniest drink before pulling back. "Get on with it, fuck."

Lestat chuckled darkly. "Oh, Dan. Very bossy for such a young one, aren't you?"

"Not—not young, asshole," Daniel muttered, but the breath was punched out of him when Lestat slid a finger deep inside, going right to the knuckle.

His head fell back on the pillows, giving Louis more room to nibble over his neck. Daniel arched into the intrusion, grinding back against the finger that began to curl and thrust inside him.

"So nice and tight," Lestat whispered huskily, not waiting long before adding another finger and prying a pained gasp from Daniel. "Do you think I'll even fit, Louis?"

"Hmm?" Louis looked up from his place at Daniel's side. "No need to be gentle with this one, Les. He likes the pain."

"Fuck—fuck you," Daniel choked out, a hand reaching over to smooth down Louis' defined bicep. "Cm'ere."

He attempted to drag him in for a kiss, but Louis seemed to hesitate for a moment, eventually bestowing him with a brief, chaste peck. Daniel gasped and writhed, now taking three of Lestat's fingers, and he'd been right, it'd been a very long time since he'd bottomed. (The one time he'd had with Armand, the elder vampire had ridden him. The memory alone was enough to tear another moan from him, cock leaking another drop of red onto his stomach.)

Louis' claws were tracing over his nipples, dragging down his sides. The feeling was maddening. His legs were being dragged further apart, Lestat removing his fingers and placing the blunt head of his cock to Daniel's stretched hole.

"This may hurt a little, mon jouet. My sweet Louis tells me though, that this is how you enjoy it?"

Daniel nodded, head spinning and hole clenching around nothing, trying desperately to drag Lestat's cock inside. When he got a glimpse though, it made him shudder and moan, because fuck, he was absolutely hung.

"You sure you can take him, Danny?" Louis cooed teasingly, lightly dragging his fingertips along the pulsing length of his cock. "It's okay, boy, you can say no."

"Fuck off," Daniel huffed, shoving his hips towards Lestat. "Put it in me, now. Asshole."

A sharp spank stung his ass cheek, and Daniel whined desperately. "Oh, le vilain, with the way you behave, I do not plan to be gentle. Louis, make sure he's a good little slut."

They exchanged extremely intense eye contact from above him, but Daniel hardly paid attention as the thick cock pushed into him, stretching him wide. His mouth fell open, brow furrowing at the sting, but Lestat didn't plan on waiting for him to adjust. Pained grunts fell from his lips as he kept filling him up, and every time Daniel thought he was in all the way, he'd continue to push further. Fuck, it felt like he was being ripped in half, Lestat's huge cock practically in his guts. Then Louis held a loose grip around his own weeping cock, giving it teasing strokes and alternating between rolling his balls between his fingers.

"Fuck, fuck," Daniel muttered, his hole helplessly clenching around the intrusion. "Do it, please."

"Much better," Lestat exhaled shakily, his own words becoming breathless as he ground his hips deep inside the younger vampire. "The way you pull me in, young one, mm. All mine to defile. Will you let me?"

"Yeah," Daniel exhaled, ignoring yet another internal flash of something. All thoughts were knocked from his mind when hips pulled almost all the way out, before slamming back to the hilt with such force the slap almost echoed through the room.

That made him moan the loudest he had so far, so loud and desperate he flushed a little red. Claws broke the skin of his hips, then all he could feel was the slide of Lestat's cock pounding into him, his own high-pitched moans, and the harsh smack of skin on skin.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck!" Daniel mumbled, letting himself be fucked so hard the bed was creaking and hitting the wall. Louis' fangs were in his neck, which he'd bared while arching his back, fingers teasingly his cock with barely-there touches. Lestat was slamming into his prostate now, making Daniel almost scream his throat raw with delirious pleasure. But right as he was getting close, Louis' fingers closed sharply around the base of his cock, causing him to let out a pained cry.

"There, there," Louis murmured from in his neck. "We're not done with you yet."

That only made Daniel whine pathetically with need, grinding back against Lestat's thrusts which were beginning to lose rhythm. Letting himself be used like this was making him ridiculously turned on.

Above him, Lestat began to lose his composure, grunting and moaning with every thrust as he finally fell forward onto an outstretched hand, staring directly at Louis as his cock pulsed out ropes of cum into his willing body. His eyes fell shut, soft groans spilling from his lips as he rode the high. Daniel whined desperately, letting out a frustrated sigh when Lestat pulled out, pushing his hair out of his face.

"Fuck," Daniel cursed under his breath, feeling Lestat lay down on the other side of him and place a palm on his cheek.

"How deliciously tight you are, young one," Lestat purred, gaze turning to Louis. "You may have your turn with him, mon cher. Take your fill."

Daniel moaned, unable to even argue about being called 'young'. He was too blissed out and desperate to care. Next thing he knew, Louis was folding him in half, pushing his legs up to his chest, and had becoming a vampire given him back his youthful flexibility? His hole still ached from where Lestat had fucked him hard and fast, but the pain was delectable, the sweet sting as Louis' slightly less thick cock breached him. His eyes fluttered shut, head tipping back and allowing Lestat to sink his fangs into his neck.

As Louis began to fuck him, Daniel could only lay back and tremble, drooling and moaning into the pillow. At this angle, he could almost feel Louis in his stomach, and fuck, it had been so very long since he'd been fucked like this. Muddled thoughts clouded his mind, the most predominant ones involving his desire to have Armand fucking him exactly like this.

"Hush," Lestat was whispered in his ear, slipping his fingers past Daniel's open lips and down his throat. It was embarrassing how easily he took them, barely even gagging, instinctively sucking and digging his fangs into the skin as he moaned around his fingers.

Louis' breathless grunts as he fucked into him brought Daniel closer still. He barely even noticed the sheer amount of charged eye contact the other two were making the entire time. Lestat's hand was gripping the base of his cock again, and Daniel cried out in frustration, shaking and drooling around the fingers in his mouth as he felt Louis finish inside him with a low moan.

When his legs fell back down, they did ache a little, but nowhere near as much as they would have if he were still human. Daniel mumbled and groaned at the emptiness, clenching desperately around the cum that began to spill out of him onto the sheets.

Louis was back at his other side, hand reaching over to tangle in Lestat's hair and guide him down. Daniel only noticed what was happening when lips wrapped around the weeping head of his neglected cock, fingers leaving his mouth and sliding back into his gaping hole with ease.

"Yeah, fuck," Daniel ground out, briefly meeting Lestat's dark gaze as fingers began to rub over his prostate. His body shook and practically jolted towards Lestat, feeling Louis' fingers stroking through his hair and wiping the tears from his cheeks. He hadn't noticed they were even there.

"Finish in his throat," Louis whispered, his grip suddenly tightening and yanking Daniel's head back. He cried out, letting Louis bite him once again, just as Lestat swallowed his entire length all the way down.

A hand flew up to muffle the loud moans torn from his throat as he fucked up into the tight, slick heat of Lestat's talented mouth. The mouth which was moving fast up and down his cock, suckling at the tip before taking him to the back of his throat again and again. The other hand going to Lestat's hair, Daniel felt himself tremble and arch upwards as Lestat continued to swallow him down with the skill of an expert. It wasn't long at all before he was spilling down his throat, letting the fingers dragging on his prostate push him over. Louis had replaced Daniel's hand over his mouth with his own, and all he could do was whimper and moan as Lestat sucked every last drop from him.

Blissed out and still trembling from the aftershocks, Daniel collapsed back on the bed. His head was spinning, his whole body felt buzzed. He barely even noticed Lestat and Louis above him at the end of the bed, hungrily kissing each other and exchanging his cum between their lips. All Daniel could do was chuckle to himself, rolling over onto his front and letting his eyes slip shut.

He was so fucked out, it took him a moment to notice that the other two had left. Daniel frowned, sitting up and trying to telepathically figure out where the hell they'd fucked off to. Turns out he didn't need that at all, as a loud squeaking and bashing could be heard from a neighbouring room. Followed by desperate moans.

Of course.

When Daniel lay back down, he gasped as suddenly there was someone above him, pinning him to the bed and straddling him.

"Uh, what the hell? Lesta—"

"I am not Lestat." That voice was oh so familiar, and it hit him then, everything around him seeming to fade away in that moment. It was all-consuming, and he recognised it now, the feeling pulsing through him that wasn't his own. It was Armand's anger.

Daniel tried to turn over, but a strong hand pushed his face back into the bed.

"Hey, asshole, gonna let me talk before you kill me again?"

"There is nothing for you to say, Daniel," Armand hissed, his weight pushing Daniel properly onto his front as he settled over his bare ass. "Such a needy, desperate hole you are. Whoring yourself out to anyone that would have you."

"Yeah, maybe I am!" Daniel yelled out, his voice partially muffled by the pillow. "Clearly all I ever was to you! Just a quick fuck to get back at Louis!"

From above him, Armand inhaled sharply. "Beloved, no. You are more important to me than you know. Louis and Lestat, on the other hand, simply used you for their own benefit. Now they have achieved their goal, of angering me, they have gone right back to each other."

Daniel laughed in disbelief. "Sure, whatever. Why can't I fuck who I want then? What's it to you?"

"You must know," Armand whispered darkly, tearing off his own pants while continuing to hold Daniel in place. "You are mine. My only. My firstborn."

That made him speechless for a moment, unable to respond until a hand roughly pulled one of his ass cheeks to the side, a blunt and searing hot pressure against his hole.

"Fuck," Daniel cursed into the pillow. "You don't own me, asshole! Where were you, then? Where have you fucking been?"

"You are wrong," Armand ground out, claws digging into Daniel's hip as he shoved the tip past the puffy ring of muscle. "I am a coward. But my blood still permeates your veins. Every inch of you, my Daniel, belongs to me."

Even though he was angry at Armand, furious even, his maker clearly knew exactly what to say to make him weak at the knees. He wanted to fight back, to argue, but Armand's slick cock was filling his insides and turning his brain to mush.

Armand was heaving out breaths he didn't need to take, the most delicious moans spilling from his lips. "Yes. You let them defile you, fill you where only I have been."

Daniel was beginning to come down from the drugged blood now, his awareness returning, and what Armand had just said made no sense at all to him. They'd only fucked the once, and he'd been inside Armand, not the other way round.

"Not like you haven't fucked the both of them!" Daniel quipped, breaking off into a moan at a harsh thrust of Armand's hips, and at this point he was sure if he put his hand on his lower stomach, he would be able to feel the shape of him there. Vampire stamina was a blessing, because he could already feel himself getting hard again.

"Must I gag you?" Armand snapped, one hand on Daniel's hip, and the other gripping his hair and tugging it back. "Insolent boy. Feel me, deep inside your body. No one else fits so perfectly, do they?"

Daniel's mouth fell open, a string of drool landing on the pillow. "Whaddu want me t' say?"

Armand slid all the way out, his glistening head catching on Daniel's rim. "Say it. You know full well, my fledgling. You are simply choosing disobedience."

Another broken moan tumbled from him. Daniel tried to fuck back on Armand's cock, but was held in place by a strong hand. "C'mon, please. Fuck me."

Armand was silent for a moment, and Daniel frowned, but then he could hear the increasingly loud moans coming from the other room. It was clear Armand could hear them too.

"No," he hissed, spreading Daniel's cheeks further apart so his hole clung to the head. "Can you hear? I want you to be loud, Daniel. Make them hear, make them hear every sound of the pleasure I give you, how much better I take you than they have done."

"Fuck," Daniel cursed again, "full of yourself, aren't you? If I'm yours, if I fit you so well, go ahead and fucking prove it!"

There was that shaky little exhale, and Daniel could almost feel Armand's intense, possessive stare on him. When Armand slid right back into him, Daniel whimpered, shoving his face into the pillow and tearing the sheets in his claws.

"No," Armand snapped, with his grip on Daniel's hair, he tore his face away from the pillow. "Let them hear you. I will make you beg, make you scream for me."

Daniel couldn't even respond as Armand began to piston his hips. His cock was rock hard and leaking, twitching with need every time Armand ground back into him, knowing the exact angle to get him close again. Claws moved from his hip, breaking the skin on his back and tearing their way down to where they were joined. Daniel cried out, meeting Armand's thrusts with his own as he felt a tongue on the skin of his back, sucking and lapping up the blood that pooled around the deep scratches.

"Yes," Armand panted, his own moans becoming louder and more desperate. "Louder. You fit me like a glove, my Daniel. So tight, my fledgling, mine—"

Fuck, if the sounds of Armand's desperation weren't getting him going even more, his possessiveness, his deep, powerful thrusts — Daniel hadn't even realised how he'd been screaming his throat raw until now.

"Yours," Daniel sobbed pathetically as his body went loose in Armand's hold, orgasm wrecking him, rendering him simply a pliant body for Armand to fuck into as he gasped and moaned his way through it. Fuck, Daniel's limbs were trembling and shaking uncontrollably, and he swore he blacked out for a moment when he felt Armand flood his insides with his spend. If he thought his limbs were buzzing before, he felt completely boneless now, letting Armand continue to fuck his sore and gaping hole through his own high.

When Armand pulled out, Daniel collapsed forward on the bed, absentmindedly reaching a hand round to push the cum that was leaking out of him back inside. Armand's hands were on his shoulders, turning him onto his front. A small smile tugged at his lips at the blurry view before him. Armand was reaching behind himself, tugging out something that seemed to be gold, Daniel couldn't make out exactly what it was. It was pressed to his lips, and Armand's hand was cradling his face, lifting his head from the pillow and placing something around his neck and on his chest.

He was mumbling words that Daniel couldn't make out in this state. Then Armand was hovering over him, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. Daniel frowned, groaning and rubbing at his eyes to try and see better.

"One day, perhaps," Armand whispered, fingertips caressing his cheek. "I may forgive myself. For damning my one and only. But I am a coward, Daniel. I do not deserve you."

"Huh?" Daniel placed a hand over Armand's, and he swore he saw red pooling in those orange eyes.

"I am sorry," Armand was pulling back, rising from the bed. "Rest, my beloved."

Daniel frowned, confusion flooding through him — that command could no longer affect him, Armand was unable to get in his head. By the time he'd come back to himself, Armand was gone.

Anger flashed through him, a growl ripping from deep in his throat as he reached for the unfortunate plant pot on the bedside table, throwing it across the room and hearing the smash against the wall. Why did he seem to have a habit of letting people fuck him then leave? What would it take to get Armand to stay for once?

He wanted to stay, Daniel. You know Armand, there's nothing he loves more than to sabotage his own happiness. If that's who you want, go for it.

Daniel jolted at the sound of Louis' voice in his head. Have fun with Lestat?

You're entirely aware of his faults. Chase after him if you must, but don't come crawling back to me when he betrays you.

Daniel sighed with frustration. I fucking hate him. He's fucked off and left me again. Did you guys really only sleep with me to piss him off?

He felt Louis chuckle. Yes, and no. What's a bit of fun between friends? It worked, didn't it?

Another angry growl into the pillow. Any idea how to get him back? Fuck, no idea why I'm asking this to his ex.

I can't believe you, Daniel Molloy. After all he's done, you still want him?

Never said I had good taste in men, Louis.

He felt amused hesitation from Louis. We have that in common. Look who's bed I'm in right now. I suppose I can hardly judge you.

Daniel snorted out a laugh. Yeah, well he's a great lay, I'll give him that. I guess I kinda get why you kept going back to him.

Gee, thanks. Sorry, kind of occupied right now. I'll get back to you in a minute.

Louis? Daniel sighed, and it turned into a disbelieving laugh. You're not talking to me while going down on Lestat, are you?

Louis didn't respond.

"Course he fucking is," Daniel grunted, standing up from the bed on shaky legs. At least tell me where the shower is, man!

A beat.

Third door on the right.