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[Missed call from The Vampire ™]
[Missed call from The Vampire ™]
[Missed call from The Vampire ™]
- Daniel.
[Missed call from The Vampire ™]
- Daniel Molloy, if you do not pick up the phone this instant I am coming to New York with some choice words for you.
Daniel relented and picked up the phone by Louis’ fifth call. The older vampire was somehow managing to be both disturbingly calm and irate when he said “Lestat has told me something incredibly disturbing about the nature of your relationship with Armand and for once I pray that my husband is lying.”
Daniel groaned into his phone where it was balanced precariously between his ear and shoulder. It had left the other side of his neck bared for Armand to mouth down, and that was not helping.
“Uh huh.” Daniel drew it out, slow. He knew he should rip the bandaid off, and vampirism for the most part had dulled the already very slight sense of shame he had left, but God this was excruciating.
“Are you—“ Louis started, and at least Daniel wasn’t the only person incredibly uncomfortable right now. Armand seemed unbothered, tongue flicking at Daniel’s shirtless chest, and the younger vampire had to fist a hand in his curls to still him. His maker looked up at him innocently and Daniel was suddenly very afraid of coming in his boxers. “Are you fucking Armand?” Louis asked finally.
Daniel took a few seconds too long to consider the least hurtful way to say yes, because Louis repeated his question in absolutely scandalized disbelief. “Are you fucking Armand, Daniel?”
“Does it count as a lie if I say no, because I’m not technically doing it at this current moment?”
Even that was kind of untrue, since Armand had returned to sucking at his nipple. For all his hundreds of years, his maker could be an absurdly impatient creature.
Louis barked out a laugh in spite of himself. “Un-fucking-believable.”
The younger vampire did his best deep, apologetic sigh into his phone. He really was sorry, not sorry enough to stop doing this with his maker but hey, it was the sentiment that counted right?
“It’s been almost a year, Lou. He’s my maker, if anyone knows what that’s like it’s you.” It seemed like a pretty fair jab, and based on Louis’ defeated groan into Daniel’s ear, the other man probably agreed.
“A fair jab,” Louis repeated incredulously. Daniel had forgotten the other vampire could still read his mind. “You have daughters Daniel, was that a fair jab?”
“We can go around and around about who has the shittier boyfriend all day here Lou. Seriously, I am sorry, but I do—“ love him, Daniel thought, praying to whatever God there may be that Louis hadn’t caught it, “— care about him. For better or worse. And I don’t see that changing.”
Louis heaved a theatrically anguished sigh over the phone. “I know how you get when you set your mind to something, Danny, but I worry about you.” Armand clearly heard that because he pouted up at Daniel from where he was very nearly sitting in his fledgling’s lap, wrapping his arms around Daniel’s waist possessively. Daniel kissed his maker on the crown of his head, an attempt at reassurance. He knew Armand was stronger, faster, more powerful, but no matter how hard the logical part of his brain tried, he hadn’t been afraid of his maker since the first few months of their cohabitation.
“I get it, Lou, but we’ve been… good for each other, I think. Armand’s been good.” His maker preened happily where he was leaning his cheek against Daniel’s collarbone.
“Is he there?” Louis asked finally, after one of his long, ominous silences. Armand froze against Daniel’s chest, looking suddenly rather terrified. It would be the first time they’d spoken since what Daniel had been calling The Dubai Fuckening, and he understood his maker’s fear. He tilted his head down at Armand in a silent question, watching as his maker nodded slowly, eyes vibrating the way they did when he was distressed. Daniel ruffled his hair.
“Yeah, he’s here. Want me to put him on?”
Louis hummed over the phone, “I think it’s about time.” Daniel handed Armand the phone, who took it in shaky hands, holding it to his ear.
“Louis.”
“You will take care of him, Armand. You’ll be honest, you won’t fuck with his brains, you’ll leave him when he asks you to. I’m giving you a hell of a lot of grace here, and if you fuck this up I will make sure you never rest again. Do I make myself understood?”
Tears welled in his maker’s eyes, Armand nodded shakily before remembering it was a phone call and he needed to speak. “Yes.” He managed, in a quiet little whisper.
“Good. That’s all I have to say to you. Put Daniel back on.”
As much as Daniel wanted to criticize Louis’ when he asks you to, because Christ was he sick of being told what he wanted, he knew that Louis needed to get that out. Even as Armand sobbed almost silently into his chest, Daniel knew fair was fair. As much as he — loved— cared about his maker, Armand deserved a lot more than some choice words from his ex. He scratched the curls on the nape of Armand’s neck and settled the phone back between his ear and shoulder.
“We’re gonna take care of each other, Lou.”
“I believe you. Talk to you later, Danny.”
When he heard the sound of Louis hanging up the call, he tossed his phone onto the armchair and hauled his maker fully into his lap, kissing all over the top of his head. Armand was crying at his usual volume now that Louis was off the phone, shaky little shrieks into Daniel’s neck like his voice box was close to shattering into pieces. Armand’s chest heaved under Daniel’s Bikini Kill t-shirt, and they held each other like they could merge into one.
Stroking his maker’s cheek, Daniel raised Armand’s head to meet his eyes. He kissed around his forehead and eyelids, anywhere he could reach on his maker’s face.
“When,” Armand said finally, bloody tears still streaming down his cheeks. “He said when you leave me, Daniel, because you will, because I—“ His maker was slipping far into himself, head lolling and eyes squeezed shut, and Daniel wasn’t having that.
“Look at me. Armand, baby, look at me.” His maker did, valiantly, blinking up at Daniel in a way that looked so hopeless that all Daniel could do was pull him impossibly closer and kiss his temple. “Louis doesn’t know what the fuck I want, and I’ve spent enough of my life being sick of other people acting like they know me better than I do. And y’know what I want?”
Armand sobbed harder, shaking his head into Daniel’s pecs, and maybe the rhetorical question approach wasn’t the move for now, but he was running with it. “You, Armand, I want you. For as long as you’ll have me.”
His maker sniffled, as if the idea of being truly wanted was incomprehensible to him. “I would have you forever, Daniel. Forever is a long time.”
Daniel couldn’t help pressing a soft kiss to Armand’s lips, nuzzling into his cheek and smiling. “You’re it for me, ‘Mand.”
He could hear his maker manage a soft chuckle between his sobs, kissing at Daniel’s neck affectionately. “You’re serious, beloved?”
“As the grave, baby.”
And that seemed to convince Armand, who wrestled Daniel onto the couch and kissed him furiously, wrapping his arms around his fledgling’s waist and sighing comfortably into Daniel’s chest. Armand really was it for him.
“Armand?” Daniel mumbled softly, knowing what he was about to say might have been truer than anything he’d said in his life. “I love you.” He felt his maker gasp against his chest, head shooting up and golden eyes meeting his own. Daniel held Armand’s face in his hand, watching more tears spring in the older vampire’s eyes. “I love you, you know that, right?”
Armand was really crying again, blood flooding his cheeks and dripping down onto Daniel’s chest. “I didn’t want—“ Armand began, between hiccuping sobs, “—to let myself hope—“ Daniel took his maker’s hand, kissing his knuckles. “I haven’t been loved in many years, and I—“ he was incoherent, and Daniel stroked reassuring circles into the junction of his maker’s thumb. “—I was not sure I would ever know what it felt like again.”
“Do you think you’re starting to remember?”
Armand gave him a soft, halfhearted smile. “I think I might be.”
“Armand? I love you.”
“I love you too, Daniel. So much, sometimes I’ve feared I would die if I didn’t tell you, but I couldn’t—“
“You can now, sweetheart. I can tell you too, and I will, a hundred-fuckin’-thousand times a day, until you’re begging me to shut up.”
“I will never tire of hearing it, my beloved boy.”
Daniel grinned, kissing him deep and nipping Armand’s bottom lip when his maker whined against his mouth. He felt like he was floating when they eventually broke away, and he whispered into Armand’s shoulder, “You think I could make you beg for something else?”
His maker chuckled, the usual fire back and warming his unbeating heart as he curled his fingers in his fledgling’s hair. “Oh lover, I’d like to see you try.”
Armand allowed himself to be manhandled until he was looking up at Daniel with his back on the couch, as they’d so often found themselves these days. But it felt different, more important, because they were making love now. Daniel was gonna make love to this beautiful, perfect, ridiculous fucking creature because they loved each other, and goddamn if that wasn’t the greatest thing he’d ever felt.
He kissed Armand lazily, sliding his tongue against his maker’s little kitten fangs and smiling into his mouth when Armand whimpered. “Wanna put my mouth on you, that okay, baby?”
The frantic nature of Armand’s nod would have made Daniel laugh if he wasn’t feeling a similar desperation. He mouthed down his maker’s chest, nipping at his collarbones and throat. He laved attention over Armand’s soft tummy, biting little marks on it, teeth slipping on the flesh. Armand’s cock strained against the first kiss Daniel pressed to it, twitching like he’d never been touched.
The older vampire was squirming when Daniel really got his mouth around him, hips twitching where Daniel clutched the soft fat there. Armand’s glassy nails scratched at his fledgling’s scalp encouragingly, and his whine was high and breathy when Daniel sucked at the head of his cock.
Daniel mouthed down Armand’s length, lavishing his tongue along the underside of his maker’s dick and relishing in the soft gasps he got in return. His maker shook violently under him, writhing and whispering soft praise down at Daniel.
“Oh, my perfect boy. My one and only.”
And that made Daniel grind his hips into the couch involuntarily, having valiantly ignored his own hardness up until now. He swallowed around Armand’s dick and Armand moaned, loud and thready. He knew his maker was close with the way Armand shivered violently in his hold. And he pulled off.
“Daniel.” Armand whined petulantly, tugging his fledgling’s hair.
“Mn. Doesn’t sound like begging to me.”
Daniel put his mouth back on Armand after a beat, just licking around the tip and providing only the slightest of stimulation. Armand glared at him with fiery eyes, but his soft moans were giving him away. The younger vampire suckled fully, just slight pulls of Armand into his mouth that had his maker squirming again. And he pulled off, again.
“Please, beloved.”
Daniel hummed where his mouth rested against his maker’s thigh, the vibrations making Armand’s leg jolt. “I’m not sure I’d call that begging either, babe.”
He took Armand to the root of his cock and stayed there, unmoving aside from his eyes blinking up at his maker. He hadn’t really tried deepthroating since he’d been turned, and God was the not-needing-to-breathe thing helpful. He could keep his head there for hours, and someday he’d ask Armand to let him do so. Warm his maker’s cock while he read, or while they watched whatever stupid tv show Armand was partial to at the moment.
“Daniel,” Armand said shakily, petting Daniel’s hair, “please allow me my release, please, I am at your mercy.” They both knew that wasn’t true, but his maker’s neediness was charming, the way his hips moved under Daniel’s mouth.
Daniel pulled off to whisper “That’s better, baby” before he lowered his lips back around his maker, taking him in and sucking to the best of his ability, (which was to say, quite good, if Armand’s cries were any metric to go by.)
It was seconds before Armand gave a final whine and came in Daniel’s mouth, tugging his fledgling’s feathery curls to pull him off and watch the last of his spend dribble down Daniel’s nose and chin. Armand smiled weakly at the sight, swiping a thumb through it and pressing it to Daniel’s mouth, who sucked it in with a grateful hum.
“Beautiful boy.” Armand sighed, still rather weepy and trembling from his orgasm. He was back to petting Daniel’s head like he was a well behaved pet, and Daniel thought he might be able to come from this alone. “What would you like from me?”
“You. Just you, anything.”
“Come up here then, beloved.”
Daniel scrambled to comply, hauling himself up over his maker until they were kissing with Armand’s perfect legs wrapped around his waist. Armand reached down to tug off his fledgling’s boxers, feeling Daniel’s cock with soft hands. The older vampire pulled his t-shirt up to his chest, and Daniel began to rock his hips against his maker’s tummy. It felt so silly, so juvenile, but so right to rut himself on Armand and hear himself make soft little whining sounds against Armand’s mouth. Armand whispered good boy, perfect boy between Daniel’s lips and onto his tongue like a prayer. Their fangs bumped together and it was messy, it was everything.
The younger vampire felt his hips stuttering slightly against Armand, who was using one hand to stroke his hair and the other to guide his fledgling’s hips against himself. Daniel whispered a litany of I love you s into Armand’s throat when he came, spilling red on Armand’s perfect skin. He pressed chaste little kisses to his maker’s lips, over and over for what felt like hours. And then all over Armand’s face, worshipping him like he deserved.
“I love you, Daniel.”
“Yeah?”
“Terribly.”
Daniel gave him a final kiss to the cheek before picking Armand up to carry him to the bathroom and setting him on the toilet seat, wiping the come from his maker’s belly. He kneeled at Armand’s feet, resting his cheek against the other vampire’s thigh.
“I love you terribly, too.”
“Forever?”
“For as long as you’ll have me.”