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Daniel likes it when Armand hurts him during sex. He likes it the most when Armand chokes him.
The first time Armand wraps his hands around Daniel’s neck, Daniel is being fucked by a stranger. This isn’t unusual for them. In the long months before Armand deigned to acquiesce to Daniel’s begging, Daniel was almost always thinking about sex with Armand: what it would be like to be the sole focus of Armand’s unnerving gaze, to have more than just Armand’s teeth buried inside of him. During those days, the only way that Daniel could get close to intimacy with Armand was if a stranger slept with him while Armand watched. Then, Daniel could pretend it was Armand inside of him, pinning him down, filling him, or vice versa. He wasn’t picky. He just wanted Armand's hands on him. Daniel’s thoughts were so often fogged with lust, with want, with sheer need for Armand that Armand always had to fortify himself before reading Daniel’s mind, to prevent himself from losing control entirely and fulfilling each and every one of Daniel’s wildest fantasies. On that particular evening, the man they’d picked up from the bar was doing a poor job fucking Daniel.
This isn’t usually a problem for them. Armand is very, very good at reading minds, and rakes through any potential suitor’s thoughts with a fine-toothed comb before he lets Daniel approach them. When Daniel had pointed out this man in the bar, he’d placed a hand on Armand’s forearm. There were at least two layers of fabric separating their bare skin, but Armand had felt Daniel’s touch like an electric shock. He’d been off-kilter when reading the man’s mind, entirely too focused on the feeling of Daniel touching him to pick up on the fact that the man had an over-inflated sense of his talents in bed. If he’d been paying closer attention, Armand would’ve seen the lie in the faces of the man’s past lovers. Instead, he’d thumbed through the memories like a flip book and sent Daniel over to him, desperate to be free of the overwhelming feeling that was Daniel’s touch.
It was clear now that Armand had made a mistake with this one. The man wasn’t violent, just violently mediocre. He was focused entirely on his own pleasure, using Daniel to get himself off. Armand had spoken up several times to give direction, but still, the man’s thrusts were erratic and ill-aimed, and Armand knew that Daniel was preparing to just lie there and take it until the man came, left, and the two of them could be alone once more. At the moment, he’s pondering the best way to ask Armand to drink from him after the stranger is gone. This only happens sometimes, but Daniel craves it every time. Sometimes, Armand gets so riled up watching Daniel cry out in pleasure that the only solution is to bite him or fuck him. Sometimes, Daniel comes a second time the moment Armand sinks his fangs into his neck and he has to pretend that Armand doesn’t notice the effect his touch has on him. Daniel’s thinking about it now, as the stranger moves inside of him. He’s picturing Armand laying him back on the bed once the man has gone, climbing atop him, and drinking from him so tenderly that it may as well be a kiss. The man behind him is grunting, both of his hands clamped on Daniel’s hips. There’s dirt under his fingernails. Armand curses himself again for making such an obvious mistake, and before he can think himself out of it, Armand pushes himself out of the chair in the corner and walks toward the bed.
Daniel has his eyes closed. He’s still thinking about Armand, face contorted in a slight grimace as the stranger leans into him and makes Daniel bear the brunt of his weight. The man glances at Armand when he walks over, but doesn’t stop. When Armand peeks into his head, there’s not a thought spared for anyone other than himself. Armand wrinkles his nose in disgust at the way it feels to be in the man’s mind. It’s grimy in his head, like the gas station he and Daniel stopped at the one time Daniel convinced him to go on a road trip. Being inside of Daniel’s mind feels like sitting beside a crackling hearth after walking through the snow, a warmth that always welcomes Armand’s presence, embraces it.
Armand stands at the foot of the bed, mesmerized by the bounce of Daniel’s curls as the man shoves into him. Without thinking it entirely through, he reaches out and brushes the exposed arc of Daniel’s neck with his fingertips. Daniel’s eyelids snap open and immediately lock onto Armand, scarcely a foot away. Daniel is in the position he’s always in when someone fucks him: on his knees. They’d worked through a couple different positions when they first began this little ritual, but quickly settled on this one as it was preferred by both of them. Armand, because he could see Daniel’s face while he got fucked, and Daniel, because he could look at Armand while it was happening and picture Armand inside of him. Now, his face is pushed down against the mattress, neck twisted at an odd angle. He can only see the tops of Armand’s knees- the spot where his thighs swell against the tight fit of his trousers. With some effort, Daniel cranes his neck back to try and get a better view of Armand. They’ve done this countless times by now, but Armand has always stayed in his chair, tucked away in the corner. He rarely even speaks, though Daniel prefers it when he does because it’s one less thing for him to imagine. One step closer to the thing he really wants. When it finally hits Daniel that Armand is finally close enough to touch, his pulse skyrockets. Armand can see it pounding in his throat, the alluring beat of the boy’s heart calling to him like a siren’s song. For the first time, Armand stands close enough to touch, and it’s almost laughably obvious when Daniel realizes that Armand has touched him already, on the back of his neck. A small gasp wrests its way from his throat and he writhes in the stranger’s grip. The man takes it as encouragement and begins to move faster, harder, but it does nothing for Daniel other than make him wince.
Armand notices that Daniel is half-hard, at most. He jumps into the boy’s mind, and is relieved to find that nothing hurts, but it’s boring and a little bit disgusting. The man is sweaty, hands clammy where they grasp at the meat of Daniel’s waist, and all Daniel can think about is Armand, close enough to touch. He stares up at Armand with wide, dark eyes, and lets out a guttural moan when Armand digs his hand into Daniel’s hair and begins to twist the boy’s curls through his fingers. Armand’s hands are cool and dry and soft. Daniel is immediately obsessed with the way it feels to be held in his grasp.
He yanks on Daniel’s hair and when Daniel moans again, it’s loud enough to startle the stranger, who’s never heard a sound of such pleasure from anyone he’s been with in the past. The man is an afterthought to both of them now, just a tool to be used. Armand pulls Daniel’s hair hard, hard enough that Daniel’s head has to follow the path of Armand’s hand to keep him from pulling out tufts of his hair. He pushes himself up to his elbows, his palms, until he’s on his hands and knees, staring into the hypnotizing chill of Armand’s umber eyes while a man whose name he’s long forgotten shoves into him. They stay like that for a long while: Armand’s hand fisted in Daniel’s hair, Daniel panting like a fucking dog as he leans into the touch, his eyes never leaving Armand’s face. Daniel is thinking about Armand fucking him, gripping his hair the way he is now while he slams into Daniel. The fantasy is so intense and all-consuming that even the man’s unskilled fucking starts to feel good. If Armand were not in Daniel’s mind to see it, feel it for himself, the breadth of the boy’s desire for Armand would be evident from just the look on Daniel’s face. Armand had known Daniel wanted him, but knowing something to be true and finally feeling the full force of that want underneath his fingertips are two entirely different things.
The fragile tension between them is shattered when the stranger lets out an embarrassing grunt and nearly knocks Daniel flat on his face with a particularly rough thrust. Armand reacts with preternatural speed and catches Daniel before he falls by wrapping both of his hands around Daniel’s throat. Immediately, Daniel is hard again. His eyes water up from the pressure on his neck, but he leans into it, pressing the jut of his Adam’s apple into the dip between Armand’s thumb and index finger. Their eyes meet. Daniel looks absolutely wrecked. His mind is a red haze, full of confusion and desperation and need. He’s never done anything like this during sex before, isn’t sure if he likes it because he likes the pain or because he likes Armand touching him like this, proprietary and posessive. Daniel shoves himself forward into Armand’s hands and chokes. A bolt of pleasure shoots through the boy’s mind, so intense that Armand feels himself getting hard. He tilts his head to the side, studying Daniel. Slowly, he begins to tighten his grip. Daniel moans, loudly, so loudly that he flushes bright red the second the sound leaves his mouth.
You like this, Armand muses, voice soft and thoughtful at the edge of Daniel’s mind.
All of Daniel’s focus is on the force around his neck. He bucks his hips aimlessly, the man behind him grumbling when he’s jostled. Daniel had nearly forgotten he was there.
Will this make you come? Armand murmurs, clenching his hands, digging his nails into the tender skin of Daniel’s throat.
Daniel tries to shake his head, but Armand holds him too tightly. He wants to come like this. He wants to come with Armand’s hands on him more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life, but the man is grunting behind him, low and rough like a pig, and despite how badly he wants Armand, Daniel can’t quite get there.
Please, he thinks, loudly, I can’t with him-
Abruptly, the man goes silent. Armand furrows his brow, studies the look on Daniel’s face, the thoughts roiling in his boy’s head, and then uses his hold on the man’s mind to take his hands off of Daniel’s hips. The only trace of him now is the stretch and slide of his cock. He’s quiet, eerily and unnaturally quiet, and Daniel soon realizes it's Armand’s doing. He’s controlling the man the way he controlled Daniel when they first met in San Francisco. Daniel barely remembers those days, but just the thought of them makes his whole body begin to quake, his breaths coming in short, strained gasps. Armand grips his neck harder, and Daniel lets out a strangled moan. Tears finally flow down his cheeks, dripping down his chin and neck until they wet Armand’s fingertips.
How about now, darling? Armand asks.
Daniel chokes. Coughs. His cock twitches and leaks precome down onto the mattress. Armand takes complete control of the stranger’s body, and with the force of his mind, changes the angle in which he thrusts into Daniel, each punch of his hips slamming his cock up against Daniel’s prostate. The pleasure is so intense that Daniel nearly collapses, but Armand clutches his neck harder and holds him upright.
Armand bends down low, until they’re breathing the same air, and whispers, “Is this what you wanted?”
The man becomes a proxy for all of the boy’s fantasies as Armand reads Daniel’s mind and uses the man to fuck him the way that he craves. He digs his nails into Daniel’s neck until blood wells up beneath his fingertips, uses the man to fuck Daniel in a way that makes him see stars, and Daniel comes so hard he blacks out. Armand had expected this. Daniel is dizzy, light-headed as the orgasm wracks its way through his body. He can barely get a full breath in after hyperventilating for minutes on end. The man fucks him through it at Armand’s command, and Armand doesn’t loosen his hold on Daniel’s neck until every last drop of pleasure has been wrung from him and he begins to squirm, oversensitive. He collapses into Armand’s grasp when Armand eventually lets go, sucking in a deep breath for the first time in several minutes as Armand shifts his hands from Daniel’s neck to to his shoulders to keep him from falling over. Armand makes the stranger pull back, remove himself from the bed, leave the room. Daniel doesn’t even notice when he goes, too wrapped up in the feeling of being with Armand to care about anything else. When Daniel looks up at him, cheeks wet with tears and neck dripping with blood, and Armand moves in to kiss away his tears. They’re as salt-dense as his blood, and Armand savors the flavor for a long moment before moving down to Daniel’s neck. He cleans and closes Daniel’s wounds with a press of his lips and a swipe of his tongue, and when he’s finished, Armand stands upright to gaze down at Daniel once more.
“Good boy,” Armand says, and Daniel shudders.
-
It’s been months since then.
Armand no longer hesitates to join Daniel. In fact, it’s often only the two of them unless Armand wants to hunt that night. Sometimes, he lets Daniel pick his dinner, someone attractive to sleep with before Armand drains them dry. Those nights are Daniel’s favorites, Armand can always tell. He can also tell that Daniel’s ashamed by it. But, it turns him on almost as much as the choking, and so he thrills in it each time Armand asks it of him. Tonight, he’d chosen a woman named Breanna. She’d ridden Daniel while Armand sat beside him on the bed, stroking his hair, and when Armand drained her she tasted like cranberries.
Armand takes her place the moment her body hits the floor, sliding himself down onto Daniel’s slicked cock. Daniel whimpers beneath him, already clutching at Armand’s hips, dull nails scoring lines into Armand’s skin. The scratches heal almost immediately, but Daniel’s hands are wild and desperate and he marks Armand again almost as quickly Armand heals. Daniel’s lying flat on the bed, staring up at Armand as Armand works himself over the length of Daniel’s cock in a motion that’s intentionally selfish. Daniel loves it when Armand uses him like this, as though he’s simply at Armand’s disposal. The thought of being nothing, of being just an object for Armand’s pleasure and Armand’s pleasure alone, makes Daniel wild with lust. He’s come a long way since Armand first choked him, his desire for pain no longer confusing to him. He begs for it, now. He asks Armand to hit him and scratch him and bite him and choke him, and Armand always complies because he is nothing if not fond of his boy.
Armand uses the Mind Gift to bind Daniel’s eager hands above his head, holding him down as Armand begins to ride him faster, harder. Daniel likes this, too, the way Armand makes him relinquish control by binding him with his mind. Fucking Daniel is better than Armand ever imagined it might be. When Daniel first asked to be touched, when he begged for it for months and months after Armand initially turned him down, Armand had always thought he’d have to be painstakingly careful with the boy if he ever gave in, all of the ways he’d have to restrain himself. Armand is not a gentle creature by nature. During the time in which his nature had been human, he might have been. No part of his vampiric nature is gentle. Armand did not fall in love with pain the moment he was turned. It came gradually: with the passing of years and decades and centuries. A soothing bath, filling to the rim. Pain pierces the veil of numbness that immortality casts. Armand is immortal. He is strong, cruel, detached from humanity- perhaps even careless because of it. Through pain, Daniel can withstand the unbridled weight of his nature. Perhaps that is what makes him so fascinating. Half of the reason Armand had turned Daniel down in the first place was to avoid hurting him. It had shocked Armand to realize how fond he’d grown of Daniel, how much the thought of genuinely, truly hurting the boy pained him. It turns out he needn’t have worried. Daniel liked the pain, loved it, even, and loved it all the more when Armand didn’t hide the true depth of his vampiric strength. He likes being at Armand’s mercy, and he loves anything that has Armand at his throat.
Armand fucks himself down onto Daniel with enough force to bruise the boy’s hips and Daniel moans, pushing up into it, like he’s trying to ensure that those bruises form. Armand places one broad hand on Daniel’s throat and leans forward, shifting the bulk of his weight onto Daniel’s neck as he begins to move his hips in small, tight circles. The change in angle makes him moan, and the sound of Armand’s pleasure tears Daniel apart. He begins to shake beneath Armand, gasping for breath as he comes. Armand tightens his grip on the boy’s throat when he spills inside of Armand, choking him hard enough to make him cough, to activate that instinctive will to live that humans have. Daniel’s body thrashes underneath him, trying to shake Armand’s grasp, but his mind screams in blinding pleasure. Tears spill from his eyes. He’s wheezing when Armand finally lets up, and there’s a dark, purpling bruise in the shape of Armand’s fingers decorating his throat like a morbid necklace. The sight of it makes Armand hard enough to hurt. He lifts the hold he has on Daniel’s wrists, and Daniel brings both hands to his throat, fingers prodding at the mottled bruise. When Armand shoves one of his hands out of the way and to feel the bruise for himself, pushing down on it, Daniel lets out a startled moan. His cock jerks inside of Armand, and Armand feels a dark smile carve its way onto his face.
He starts to move his hips again, slower this time. He rocks back and forth for what feels like hours until Daniel is entirely hard again, and then resumes the brutal pace he’d reached before, fucking Daniel with all of the cruel strength afforded to him. Daniel is about to cry again, fingers scrambling at his own throat and pushing down, trying to recreate the feeling of Armand choking him. Armand offers Daniel his blood, to heal him so that he can choke him again without fear of killing him, but Daniel refuses. His throat is so bruised that it hurts each time he takes a breath, but he wants to feel this. He wants every breath to remind him that he is Armand’s. It makes Armand rabid with lust. He shoves Daniel’s hands out of the way once more and leans down to bite him, clamping his jaw down around the bruise. With a hoarse scream, Daniel comes a second time. He convulses with pleasure, running his shaking hands over every part of Armand he can reach until they finally come to rest on the back of Armand’s head, holding him tight against Daniel’s neck. His blood flows over Armand’s tongue, thick and heady and tinged with the unique flavor of pain, and Armand comes hard, drinking deeply from Daniel until they’re both light-headed.
When he finally pulls his fangs out of Daniel’s neck, Daniel uses the grip he has on Armand’s head to pull him away from the still-bleeding puncture wounds.
“Don’t,” Daniel breathes, dragging Armand’s mouth to his lips instead, “Please, leave it.”
Armand can’t resist kissing him. He thinks about biting his own tongue and forcing his blood past Daniel’s lips to heal him, but they kiss until they’re both breathless, and he forgets all about.
-
Armand buys Daniel a leather collar.
It’s custom-made. The leather is brown, supple and soft, the buckle a shining silver. He’d ordered it from a seedy shop in San Francisco and it had taken weeks to come in the mail, but the moment Armand holds it in his hands he knows it was worth it.
When he shows it to Daniel, Daniel is so eager to wear it that he falls to his knees without being asked and waits for Armand to fasten it around his neck. He bows his head forward, hands clasped behind his back. It’s certainly not the first time that Daniel has been on his knees for Armand, but Armand is so taken with the beauty of his form that it may as well be. Sometimes, Armand forgets that Daniel is beautiful. The physical form has meant so little to him for so very long. As a vampire, he’s grown to admire the mind far more than the body. Many humans look the same to him, now. It’s often difficult for him to discern how old a person is. He always defaults to assessing the mind, but Daniel makes him remember what it’s like to lust for someone bodily, to desire their touch, their body pressed up against his own. He studies Daniel for a long while: the heaving of his chest, the way he licks his lips as he tilts his head up just enough to glance between Armand’s face and the collar in his hands. Armand simply looks down at him, makes him wait for it until Daniel’s cheeks flush dark red.
“Please,” he begs eventually, ashamed and embarrassed and nearly too turned on to speak.
Armand smiles, and leans forward to fasten the collar around his neck. He stands above Daniel as he does it, undoing the metal buckle and brushing his fingers along Daniel’s neck when he wraps it in the leather. The buckle is cold against Daniel’s skin. He shivers when the metal touches his neck, and Armand fastens the collar so that the leather is just tight enough to slightly restrict Daniel’s breathing. Armand rubs his thumb along the place where leather meets skin, and Daniel shifts on his knees, spreading his legs a bit wider to make room for his hardening cock. When Armand stands upright again he has to pause for a moment to admire the picture Daniel makes. The collar is stunning, stark against his pale skin and highlighting the freckles that litter his throat. He’s already aching to be touched, desperate and needy just from the feeling of the collar and the implications of wearing it, and he’s beautiful.
Armand reaches into his pocket and pulls out a rolled-up strip of leather, unfurling it to reveal a leash in the same dark brown as the collar. When Daniel realizes what it is, he outright whimpers. His pupils are blown, mouth slightly open as he stares at it.
“Please-” he begins to plead, but this time, Armand shushes him.
He leans down again to fasten the leash to Daniel’s collar, and whispers in his ear, “Not now, darling. Good dogs don’t bark.”
And then Armand yanks the leash, hard. Daniel sprawls forward onto his hands and knees, preventing himself from falling flat on his face. The inherent humiliation of the position makes him moan, hips thrusting into the empty air. He’s still entirely clothed, his face bright red. Daniel hasn’t been this embarrassed by his desires in a long while, and when Armand takes a dip into his mind to assess the state of things, the overwhelming force of Daniel’s lust nearly makes him come in his pants. Daniel fucking loves this. He’d rather die than admit it, he’ll take it to his grave, but this is the culmination of all of his deepest, darkest desires, and he fucking loves it. It’s a clear indication of Armand’s hold over Daniel, marking him as something of Armand’s. The thought of belonging to Armand in such a clear, unmistakable way makes him let out a low, deep moan. It almost sounds like a whine.
Daniel opens his mouth again, likely to beg for something, but Armand wraps the end of the leash around his hand and pulls just hard enough to keep Daniel quiet. He shushes the boy again, and Daniel quickly snaps his mouth shut. He’s always been a fast learner. When he tries to sit back on his knees, Armand drags him forward by the leash until he’s forced to crawl, coming to a stop right at Armand’s feet. He’s shaking when Armand finally loosens his grip and allows him to sit up on his knees. Armand lifts a hand to rest atop the mess of Daniel’s hair. He closes his eyes and leans into the touch.
“Would you like to come?” Armand asks him. He plays with Daniel’s curls as he speaks, running the coils through his fingers, “Would you like to show me what a good boy you can be?”
It’s as soft and sweet as anything he’s ever said to Daniel, murmured into the tense air between them. Daniel’s eyes are still closed, like the reality of his position might be too much for him to bear if he dares to open them. He’s moving his hips aimlessly, desperate for any sort of friction, trying to rub his cock against the inner seam of his jeans. Armand pulls on the leash when he doesn’t get an answer, and continues to pull until Daniel nods with hurried fervor, gasping for air when Armand loosens his grip. Armand can feel the question forming in Daniel’s mind, hears it on the tip of his tongue, and he answers it without being asked. Armand presses the ball of his foot against Daniel’s aching cock, right between his spread legs, his wide knees. Immediately, Daniel moans, then clenches his jaw shut to stifle the sound. Armand smiles, flexes his ankle, and pushes down harder.
“Like this,” Armand tells Daniel, “Or not at all.”
There’s only the briefest moment of hesitation, where Daniel weights the force of his desire against his pride, and then he begins to rut up against Armand’s foot. Armand rewards him by tugging on the leash, not enough to throw him off-balance but just enough to choke him, and Daniel bites down hard on his lip to keep from making a sound. His eyes are clenched shut, and he leans forward to rest his head against Armand’s thigh as he moves, panting short, sharp breaths against Armand’s leg. Armand alternates between stroking his hair and pulling on the collar, but loosens his grip whenever it looks like Daniel is getting close enough to come. With each passing minute, Daniel becomes more shameless, wantonly fucking up against Armand. After the third time Daniel reaches the edge of orgasm, only to find himself able to suck in a deep breath that ruins it, he audibly whines. He freezes instantly when he realizes his mistake, and wrenches his eyes open at long last to look up at Armand in apology. He doesn’t dare speak.
“Perhaps you need some help keeping quiet,” Armand muses, and then undoes his trousers to pull his own aching cock out.
Daniel opens his mouth without being told, well-trained and obedient in this at least. When Armand pushes the head of himself between Daniel’s lips, Daniel immediately begins sucking him, hollowing his cheeks and running his eager tongue along the shaft the way that he knows Armand likes. Armand lets himself moan, lets himself be the noisy one for once, and the sound of it spurs Daniel on. He starts rocking his hips again, straining for the pressure of Armand’s foot as he swallows him down. Armand digs a hand into Daniel’s hair and pulls the boy’s mouth down over his cock, thrusting in again and again until he’s fucking his face, one hand in his hair and the other on the leash, tugging on it to tighten the collar each time he pushes his cock deep into Daniel’s throat. It makes Daniel gag and choke and cry, but he never once stops moving his hips, chasing his orgasm with a desperate need. He’s stunning like this, entirely beholden to his lust. There isn’t a thought in his mind that isn’t about Armand, and Armand basks in the warmth of that feeling, petting Daniel’s hair as tears stream down the boy’s cheeks.
“Good boy,” Armand praises, and comes down Daniel’s throat.
He yanks on the leash again and that, in combination with the praise, finally pushes Daniel over the edge. He comes with a sob that’s muffled by Armand’s cock, the quakes of his orgasm making his entire body twitch. Armand lets him work through it, Daniel’s throat constricting again and again around his cock as he struggles to swallow Armand’s come. After a long minute, Armand pulls himself from Daniel’s mouth, and doesn’t even attempt to keep the pleased smile from his lips as Daniel instantly moves forward to lick him clean. He laves at Armand’s softening cock until he’s swallowed every taste of him, and when Armand finally tucks himself back into his pants and leisurely does up his trousers once more, Daniel is staring at him. His eyes are still watery, his lips deep red and swollen from the force with which Armand fucked his mouth. He’d come in his pants, rubbing himself against Armand’s foot like an animal. Armand is so incredibly fond of him.
He bends forward to unclip the leash, but when he moves to unbuckle the collar, Daniel grabs his wrist. Their eyes meet.
“You don’t have to- uh-” Daniel stammers,“You don’t have to take it off.”
Armand strokes the red, tender skin at the edges of the collar, “I don’t have to do anything, Daniel,” he says, tone light and teasing, “What was it that you really meant to say?”
Daniel blushes furiously. He glances down at the floor, then forces himself to look Armand in the eyes once more.
“I don’t want you to take it off,” he manages to get out.
Armand is so, so incredibly fond of him.
“Good boy,” he tells Daniel.
This time, Daniel smiles.