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[armand]
Daniel, historically speaking, is terrible at this. He'd been a shitty boyfriend, and then a shitty husband; dates were either the standard dinner and a movie, or more likely, centered around whatever story he was chasing.
The only time in his life that he suspects he might have been any good at romance is the part of his life that's been erased, and no shortage of irony here, by the vampire he's trying to woo tonight.
(He's aware he should give more of a fuck about that, but he just doesn't.)
So he asks Armand to meet him at the Boardwalk, and he uses the power of technology and anonymous dating apps to arrange dinner later, and even though he's got Armand's blood in his veins, he's a little nervous. What memories he's recovered, his turning-- it's not just his health that's returned and sharpened. An emotional component exists, the return of feelings he thought he'd been too cold and truth focused to feel.
Turns out he was just missing most of his heart.
Leaning against the railing, listening to the ocean, he decides not to lead with that.
The only time in his life that he suspects he might have been any good at romance is the part of his life that's been erased, and no shortage of irony here, by the vampire he's trying to woo tonight.
(He's aware he should give more of a fuck about that, but he just doesn't.)
So he asks Armand to meet him at the Boardwalk, and he uses the power of technology and anonymous dating apps to arrange dinner later, and even though he's got Armand's blood in his veins, he's a little nervous. What memories he's recovered, his turning-- it's not just his health that's returned and sharpened. An emotional component exists, the return of feelings he thought he'd been too cold and truth focused to feel.
Turns out he was just missing most of his heart.
Leaning against the railing, listening to the ocean, he decides not to lead with that.
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Either's good.
He does catch Armand's drift, fingers wrapping loosely around the graceful column of his maker's neck. "Is that something you'd like? You'd be fucking gorgeous, like always," he muses. "I admit my thoughts were running towards leaving the biggest, darkest hickeys you can leave on a vampire. Which probably isn't much."
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He did so enjoy those days, but he loves these even more now that Daniel wants him so obsessively. It makes Armand feel that he's not alone in his feelings.
"You could buy me a collar," Armand suggests. "Something that only you would know is a collar. Something that meant I belonged to you. I do, after all, don't I?"
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He kisses Armand, harder, with more teeth.
"I like the sound of that," he admits, his first thought of a simple black band around that slim neck, an image that makes his cock twitch. A rumble, not quite a growl, escapes him before he can even recognize it.
"Yeah," he agrees, and vampire refractory periods must be non-existent, he's realizing. "Yeah, you belong to me. I've been hunting you without even knowing it, so much of my life, and now I've got you. You're mine."
Daniel stands, pulling Armand up with him, and then picks him up, heading for the bedroom, crashing their mouths together, fierce and messy.
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Daniel, perhaps, but Armand wants to see it happen.
"You fell into our trap, but you could have flown away. We released you," Armand murmurs, wrapping his arms around Daniel's neck to kiss him heatedly, a guttural sound of pleasure as Daniel lifts him. "Look at you, so powerful," is an interjection, before he returns to his memories. "And yet, the fly came back to the spider, again and again, wanting to be eaten alive."
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"What, you're telling me I continued to come back to something that could kill me at any moment, with absolutely no regard for my own sanity or safety? Babe, that doesn't sound like me," he teases, and once in the bedroom, bears Armand down to the bed.
He straddles Armand's hips, pinning him to the bed, taking a moment to just look-- and then he's descending on his maker once more, a bruising kiss and a broad hand sliding down to find his cock.
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"You truly always were an addict," Armand muses, but not in an accusatory manner so much as a fond one. Easy to say when you're the drug in question.
He lies back, gaze hooded and dark as he regards Daniel above him, whining softly into the kiss as Daniel takes hold of him. "I've always loved your hands," he murmurs into the kiss. "Watching you smoke was a divine experience."
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He's had the same thought about other vices, but as far as he knows, it'd require roping in some mortal addict-- something he's not ready for yet. Yet being the operative word, and likely to disappear in the near future.
"Nothing's gonna kill me anymore, thanks to you." He kisses Armand again, bites his lip, and then slowly eases himself down, still stroking his cock as he drags his mouth along his stomach, his hip, inside his thigh.
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"No one will harm you," Armand vows. "No human, no vampire, nothing in between. I will not let anything take you from me, not the way my maker was ripped from me."
His lashes flutter against his cheeks, parting his thighs slightly wider, hoping desperately for Daniel's teeth to sink in and make their mark.
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There's a loaded phrase if he ever heard it, and it speaks to some level of devotion that Daniel simply lets it be. For now.
"Hey, I'm not letting anyone take you from me, either," he says, words humming into Armand's thigh. He looks up, pressing his mouth there once more, openly admiring how fucking pretty a face looks back-- and then he sinks his teeth in, letting the heady taste of blood fill his mouth.
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Perhaps Arun would have stood a chance.
"That's it," he praises instead of wallowing, hand in Daniel's hair as he drinks from his thigh, a delicately indelicate place that has Armand grinning with dark glee. "How do I tasted, beloved?"
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He indulges in another drink, pulling with the whole of his mouth until he's almost sated. Slicing his tongue on a fang, he takes the time to seal the holes before he turns his face, blood-hot lips against Armand's cock.
"I have to admit, I'm torn between whether I want to blow you or whether I want to eat you out so I can fuck you."
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He's so terribly good for Armand, and Armand is going to fight viciously to keep it -- which will likely be his own downfall, but he won't acknowledge that.
"Why not be greedy?" he asks, gripping Daniel's chin as he holds him there, eyes wide as can be. "You always have been an overachiever, have you not?"
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A black hole, always seeking more.
He drags his teeth along the pad of Armand's thumb, and returns to his thigh, this time pressing a reverent kiss there. "So I can have whatever I want," he muses, broad hand circled around Armand's cock, stroking slowly as he encourages his hips up. "Spread wider, baby, knees up."
He takes a moment to admire the tight right of muscle before he's dragging his tongue across, rumbling deep his chest with satisfaction.
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Would he be willing to do that again? The thought is a tempting one, he can't lie.
He spreads, opens wide, and lifts his knees, humming softly, and it's lovely, it is, but: "I do believe you once said you could be on your knees for me in a second," is a pedantic reminder. "And while the bed is lovely, I do wonder what you would look like, worshipping a god."
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It's not the time to bring it up, even if he knows it must play across his face for a second or two.
He's grateful when Armand gives him an order to follow, as lovely and arch as it is. "Yeah," he says, hoarse and happily overwhelmed, scrambling off the bed and onto his knees, folding up in a way that feels familiar-- even if he can't remember.
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He's lost his control.
And yet, luckily, Daniel is quickly on his knees and all other thoughts flit away like migrating birds for Armand as he stands, smugly, and digs his fingers into Daniel's hair, looking down on him as he cocks his head to the side. "Would you have gone straight to sucking me?" he asks, calm and poised despite the dirty words. "I know what you did in the years after, but I wonder, what strategy a desperate man would have taken."
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Greedily, he pushes his head into Armand's elegant fingers.
"Or that I haven't thought about it since I remembered that night." He scoots forward, thinking about what that dumb kid would have done. Reach into the slutty past, he tells himself, and leaning forward, he takes Armand's cock into his mouth, sucking in as much as he thinks he can take.
It's been a while since he had regular practice.
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"What would you have told yourself after?" he asks, breathless already as he rocks his hips forward. "After you'd taken me deep, after I had come in your mouth," he's narrating at this point, "After we had disposed of you, after Louis had convinced me not to drain you, would you have returned home and thought of me? The taste on your lips? Perhaps I would have let you keep that memory."
His rambling isn't to say Daniel isn't doing a wonderful job. He's absolutely amazing, but Armand has extensive practice focusing.
"And who was it before me?" he murmurs. "Whose cock was last in my beloved boy's mouth?"
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It doesn't feel strange at all.
"If you'd let me remember any of it," he says, wrapping his hand around the base of Armand's cock, pumping slowly, "I would have taken about forty-eight hours to freak out, and then I would have come looking for you. You know my level of self-preservation."
It occurs to him that Armand does know, knows how he'd fought that sweet, numbing rest.
"I never got his name," he says, with complete honesty. "We didn't even leave the bar. And there wasn't anyone after you." Again, truth.
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And now, look where that's brought them. "Your level of self-preservation delivered you to me, as a gift," he praises. "You couldn't leave Louis' invitation alone, and now look at you, on your knees for me again."
His eyes flick over Daniel's face as he cradles his chin, gentle and fond. "There could be, if you'd like," he says. "One of my greatest enjoyments has been watching you in the pleasure of others."
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But Armand's hand is gentle on his face, and if he's any judge of his own expression, he's sure it's besotted.
"Honestly, babe, I just want you."
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"And you have me," he's happy to report, biting his lip as Daniel works him. "Now, if you're so fussed about talking, I'll save my questions for later, when your mouth isn't hard at work."
He tips his head forward, with an encouraging nod. "Go on."
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You fascinate me too, the feeling's mutual.
My mouth is always at work.
He silences them all by doing exactly what he's told, some part of him grateful for the instruction posed as permission, or the permission posed as instruction. His open mouth sinks down, taking as much as he can without having to test if he redeveloped a gag reflex or not.
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Not until he's convinced that he's safe, that someone could want him as he is.
Every day with Daniel, he feels it's getting closer. "That's it," he coaxes, voice soft and soothing. "Like honey on your tongue," he teases, unable to help himself. "And like a warm bath for me."
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He looks up, wanting to see Armand's face, those preternaturally vivid eyes watching him-- wanting to be praised, wanting to be used, wanting to be loved.
It had to have been like that, before, because it's like that now, his hands coming up to hold Armand's hips for balance, to take more of him, just to touch more of him.
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