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He catches Louis just as he’s leaving the brownstone, nearly comical the way his eyes widen in shock as he takes in Daniel on his doorstep, alone and carrying a beat-up duffel bag.
His surprise doesn’t last long, taking his bag and welcoming him in. They play catch-up in the kitchen, leaning lazily against the countertops as Daniel gives him the play-by-play of his new book, the latest developments in his relationship with the human girl - Alice, Louis recalls. Apparently she’s pregnant.
That’s actually the reason Daniel’s here - he needed somewhere to clear his head and Louis had always offered the best advice of any of his friends. And even if they weren’t really friends, he sure made it easy enough to pretend that they were. Daniel plays the part well, inquiring after Louis’ real estate business and art collection, asking where he was headed to before he’d showed up.
With a wave of his hand Louis tells him he was just on his way out to hunt for the night’s meal when he saw Daniel; “But it’s fine, I’m not that hungry right now.”
“Bullshit, you need to eat. You do look kinda washed out.” He jabs.
“I don’t want to be a bad host, Daniel. You’ve only just arrived.”
Daniel scoffs. “Just drink from me, then. You forget who I spend my nights with. I’m used to being a walking blood bag. It’s fine, really.”
So Louis nods, bites his lip and steps closer; bracing his hands on the countertop on either side of his body. He blinks, once, nice and slow to give Daniel time to change his mind. He just closes his eyes and waits for the first familiar spike of pain.
He’d intended to maintain his air of easy indifference - and to his credit, he does - until he feels the puff of cool breath centimeters away from the right side of his neck and oh no . He jerks back, slamming his elbow right on the granite countertop with the force of it.
“Other side.” Daniel blurts. Shit. He’d meant to be a little more cool about it. He takes a second to gather his thoughts. “Not there, Louis. Please.”
Confusion clouds his expression for a split second before the reality of the situation hits. Daniel watches the understanding settle over him like a blanket, hunching his shoulders and curling in on himself.
Daniel gives the back of his neck a squeeze. “Hey, c’mon. None of that.” Louis still looks uncertain, unmoving where he stands, arms a cage around him. “I still want you to, you know. Bite me, mark me up, I’m game for it all. Just not right there, alright?”
Louis nods, eyes still fixed on the scar on his jugular; angry edges still raised and jagged despite the five years it’s been since that fateful night. The first night they met. “I am sorry, Daniel.”
“I know, I know.” He turns his head to the side, offering himself, blood pounding hot and ready in his veins. “You’re hungry, I can tell. It’s okay. Just heal me up after, okay? I don’t need any more questions if -“ Daniel stops himself, reevaluates, “ When I go back to Alice.”
“Of course,” Louis says into his mind, mouth finally occupied. He drops soft little kisses to the skin of his neck, cool lips soothing where Daniel feels feverish.
This isn’t how it usually goes with the two of them - though with no lack of interest on Daniel’s part. Louis has been content enough just keeping tabs on him, checking in every few months. This is the first time Daniel has paid him a visit in his own home.
It’s the first time since the first time that Louis has tasted his blood.
And Daniel is only human. He’s spent the last couple of years with another vampire unafraid to sink his teeth into Daniel’s flesh any chance he can get, usually ending in a scene that leaves them both naked and bloody and satisfied. So he really should have expected the physical reaction to Louis’s fangs in him, his blood flowing freely and willingly into a hungry mouth.
He realizes he’s hard a few seconds too late, after he’s already lurched closer to Louis, pressing up against the long line of his body. Louis makes a startled sound at his throat, gurgling around his blood.
Ashamed, Daniel tries to shift back and put some distance between their bodies, but Louis stops him with a gentle hand to his hip. He detaches from his neck, fangs slipping back into his gums as he swallows around a final mouthful of blood.
Louis looks down between them, arching an eyebrow at the obvious outline of his dick in his pants. Daniel wishes he could crawl under the floorboards and live out the rest of his days in hiding.
“Listen, it’s not you, I just have a thing about being bitten,” he tries to explain, hiding his flushed face behind his hands. “Sorry, you can keep going. I’ll try not to make it weird.”
He hears him breathe out a soft laugh. Daniel peeks out from between his fingers. Louis is gazing at him with… fondness? It’s too much, this attention - he shuts his eyes against the sight of him. Yeah, he’d just had the guy’s fangs in his skin, but this is different.
“Daniel,” Louis drawls, “are you gonna hide there all night, or would you like to do something about this?”
There’s a beat of silence as he ponders this. Daniel makes up his mind in approximately ten seconds. He gives him a slow nod. “Can you… bite me again?”
It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time to get him whining and desperate; rutting clumsily against Louis’ hip, staccato little motions that pulse in time with the pounding of his heart pumping blood into the vampire’s mouth.
Daniel spills unceremoniously into his boxers, grunting out a quiet “Hah - shit,” the back of Louis’ shirt twisted in his grip.
Louis withdraws slowly, licking up a little trickle that leaks sluggishly from the puncture wounds in his neck. He’s in the middle of biting his own lip and applying that blood to the wounds when Daniel delves into a fit of giggles, suddenly overcome with laughter.
“Sorry, I just realized you’ve sucked me off twice now and we still haven't even kissed.” He pants out between bouts of hiccuping laughter.
Louis leans back in close, a giddy smile spreading wide on his face before he closes the distance. The kiss itself is messy, the taste of blood fresh on his lips. Neither of them can seem to stop smiling. It’s perfect.
They break apart slowly, nudging noses as they pull themselves back and away. Satisfaction curls low in Daniel’s belly.
“Hey.” Louis pats his cheek, notably serious now, and tilts his chin up. “I’m not complaining, you know - far from it - but how come you came to me, and not Armand?”
Daniel scuffs his foot against the laminate flooring. “He’s not responding to my calls at the moment. Last we talked, he pitched a fit about the ring. Stormed off, left me alone on the island.”
“Well,” Louis says, even. “You know you’re always welcome here.” Slowly, he brings his lips to Daniel’s forehead. “Stay however long you need, Danny. Just leave a note if you decide to take off during the day, alright?”
“Thanks, Louis. I really - yeah. I figured you’d get it.”
Daniel blows out a long breath and shakes the emotion free from where it catches in his throat. He’s suddenly overcome with lethargy, a heaviness settling over his body. Louis watches him with his charming little half smirk.
“You look like you could use a nap. Come on, I’ll make up the bed for you.”