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The pad of his thumb is warm stretching across his jaw, fingers shifting against the back of his neck. Cupping him. Holding him with a firm softness. A near reverence. Or was that just the disorienting thrum of his head? Daniel can barely suck in short breaths between his teeth. Armand's eyes are piercing him, body and soul. Through him. The vampire can see him; truly see him.
Into him. His mind. Each shame and embarrassment lain bare. Accomplishments, failures, dreams unrealized and unfulfilled. Each time Daniel gains his footing against the pull of Armand's gaze he slips once more back into the deep amber of his eyes. Daniel swallows.
Another second ticks by without a movement. Is time even moving at all? Or is this a moment forever frozen? Something keeps him pinned and exposed; the world around him fading except for the figure sitting across him. The feeling of calm acceptance that washes over him is inexplicable, as he finds himself relaxing into the palm holding him so tenderly.
Rest.
Like honey on your tongue.
Why couldn't he move? Why didn't he want to? This was different than Louis— hunger and something deeper, something heavier. A sob chokes the boy's next breath. Armand's thumb drags soothingly against his skin. Again he allows himself to sink into the cradle of his hand. Why not? Why not give in?
Come.
A new twist of nervousness spikes in the pit of his stomach. The blood on his face still feels so sticky, grounding him back to the hard chair beneath him and the throbbing ache of his head. Armand doesn't force him still this time. Daniel shudders in another tight breath.
Why was it so hard to breathe? He feels the way blood has soaked through his shirt, down his chest and dripping over his stomach. A lingering wetness from the rag across his skin. Half cleaned. Why at all? Daniel finds his mind stuck oscillating between the thrill of pure terror and the relieving comfort of submission. Why fight? What is there other than this?
Even as the boy's mind sluggishly pushes forward Armand waits. His head tilts as he watches Daniel unblinkingly. What made him so special? Fascinating? The rage in his gut felt repulsive and yet, underneath his hurt, his pain, his possessive nature, a genuine warmth simmers. Armand barely restrains the twitch of a smile. Amusement, perhaps.
Come.
Armand cups both of Daniel's cheeks in his palms. Despite the gentleness Daniel can feel the strength beneath his fingertips. He knows this is a mercy. All the powers shown and limitless unimagined. A tender mercy. A new wave of tears blurs Daniel's vision as his lip quivers; Armand shushes him softly.
I'll hold you, you rest now.
One of the hands gripping him falls away to his shoulder leaving Daniel's head nodding forward. He doesn't feel the straining burn of pain as he bares his neck or the blood-crusted collar of his shirt falling down, his previous bite exposed. Armand leans into Daniel's flesh without hesitation. The boy sinks into his hold.
It's quick, the bite. Stiffening pain as teeth meet skin then a comfortable bliss. Even as he eats Daniel fails to protest. Armand's fangs keep him still; he sucks in a breath as the familiar cloak of weakness falls over his shoulders. Each moment feels darker and darker, gradually at first. Almost unnoticeably as the very life is pulled from him. Armand tastes him patiently, thoughtfully. Relishing in the taste of the nervous lust rolling off the boy in waves.
He tries to find distraction in the soft material of Armand's shirt, rubbing at his dulling cheeks. Silk? Satin? Whatever it is feels good. Even with the very life draining from him, he submits. Darkness closes in the very edges of his vision. His eyes flutter shut with a groan, the hands holding him feel tighter now.
One threaded through his curls keeps Daniel firmly tucked into Armand's shoulder. Its twin at his back draws him closer, closer, closer. Even now, body growing weaker and heavier by the moment, there's that shameful burn of desire strong in his chest. The closeness of their bodies only exacerbates this; Armand has one knee between his legs, arms around Daniel, and one wrong movement may bring attention to his hardening cock.
Armand digs in closer. Why now? Daniel squirms where he's held, trying his best to create distance between himself and Armand's leg, but Armand's hold is impossible to fight. A weak whine muffles into Armand's sleeve. The darkness edging his vision grows stronger, his body more lax, and bent as he is, it's all too easy to feel himself slipping further and further out of his chair.
There's hardly the strength, or even the motivation, to straighten himself back. Armand's embrace is so solid and comforting. Rest. Rest. It will be over soon. Before he realizes it his body has fallen even further from the seat; Daniel twitches, hips and hard cock bumping against the vampire's knee. Just the barest roll of his hips; involuntarily, the boy lies to himself, but igniting his body regardless.
For a moment everything remains still. Perfectly in place, untouched, untainted. There's a fresh warmth to Armand's body, no doubt the flow of new blood heating him through. Foolishly he lets himself believe that perhaps Armand hadn't noticed but of course, nothing escapes him. The fangs in his throat recede, lips stained crimson at the corners for only a moment before being licked away and savored.
Armand's stare drags from the punctured skin across to Daniel's stricken face. Through the sweat, the grime, the crusted blood, expression vulnerable and timid.
"You are different, aren't you?"
Desire radiates off the boy in waves. Daniel shouldn't be leaning in, desperate for another bite. It defies their very natures. Human and vampire. Mortal and monster. Sheep and wolf. He keeps the one hand firmly in Daniel's curls as he drinks in the sight.
With his tight grip he twists Daniel's hair until that desperate expression twists into a half grimace. The boy's cock is half-hard now and swelling by the second. Little pinpricks of pain as Armand teases him. Makes him squirm. Daniel follows his lead out of the chair into a kneeling position on to the wooden floor between them.
Daniel fights away the weakness that falls over him. Those hard eyes have changed; the hunger lingers but there is something new. Amusement? Disdain? The fear near paralyzes him. What is he thinking? Is Armand looking into his mind now? Seeing these thoughts? Daniel swallows, bottom lip hanging open as he draws in another shuddering breath. Does he share them? Amber eyes stare unblinkingly into him.
One hand reaches up to the inside of Armand's knee and, as Armand's eyes shift down to Daniel's curious hand, he finds it in him to give the barest of squeezes. Testing the waters. Brave despite the imbalance. Brazen. The twitch of Armand's lips is familiar, the glint in his eye far from a stranger to Daniel. The lack of reaction is enough for him to push further. What has he to lose now?
Nothing.
Armand's fingers return to his curls as the vampire relaxes back into the chair. Ever so tentatively Daniel's warm palm climbs higher and higher, their gazes locked together, until he's close enough to cup Armand's half-hard cock. Beneath Daniel's fingers it throbs and swells from the attention.
It's enough to encourage him further— the boy palms at him eagerly, reveling in the girth as his hand travels the length from root to tip. Back down again before Daniel cups him; absently he wonders if any of the blood flowing through Armand's cock is his. The vampire doesn't reply, though there's a hint of smugness in his expression.
Quickly he reaches higher to undo the buttons of Armand's slacks. Once it's popped his attention shifts to the zipper where he leans in, hands braced on Armand's firm inner thighs, to grasp the pull tab between his teeth. Its chain purrs on its descent sending a shiver up Daniel's spine.
Rough claws twist into the back of his curls immediately. Seemingly impatient, Armand pushes down the boy's head to grind his clothed cock against reddening cheeks. Daniel's gasp is loud, trailing off into a muffled whine as he pushes back to nuzzle into the fabric separating them.
"So hungry.." Again Armand regards him with that cold stare, tone tinged with amusement. His fingers tighten their hold until the boy lets out a pained noise low in his throat. By now Daniel's fully hard, aching without reprieve, yet his mind is solely focused on the vampire above him. On his attention and how to get more of it.
A sharp claw drags across the swell of Daniel's bottom lip. Hung open, willing. Slowly a thumb hooks into the soft meat inside his cheek. Armand pinches and shakes him with a laugh, watching the pathetic furrow of the boy's brow as he remains quiet and pliable.
"Is this all you are?"
A hole.
"All you're good for?"
Shame pools in the boy's stomach. He squirms where he's knelt, unsure if he is supposed to respond. It seems to humor Armand further— the claw of his thumb slides to the flat of his tongue and digs in until he whines. The vampire's hand retreats to his slacks where he parts the fabric, tugging his cock from beneath his briefs with a languid stroke. Just the sight of him gives Daniel a rush of excitement, saliva pooling in his mouth.
"Open up."
Tongue lolling forward, he offers his mouth freely. Satisfaction blooms across Armand's expression; one hand pulls Daniel in by the hair while the other lines his hard, dripping cock up with the welcoming heat of the boy's mouth. As soon as the tang of pre-cum hits his tongue Daniel moans. Coppery somehow, but not unpleasant. Armand guides him down slowly, not allowing Daniel's impatience to spoil his savoring.
Soft and wet, Daniel's tongue traces along the sides and beneath to the vein running down Armand's length. The weight of it feels perfect; it presses deeper, stretching him open. Quietly the boy hopes he's doing a good job, that he's making Armand feel good. There's a noise above him akin to a scoff, but that too is forgotten with the first tug of his hair as his mouth is lifted up. Used.
The pace is slow— almost cherishing. He tries to keep his lips tight, tongue attentive, as Armand guides him through each thrust. There's the distinct impression he shouldn't touch but his eagerness is unable to be restrained. Each inch he's fed only fuels his own hardening cock.
Without waiting Daniel dives forward again against the hand holding him in place. Mercifully, Armand allows it, dropping his hot mouth over his cock with a groan. Two shaky hands grab at the fabric of the vampire's slacks. Savoring the taste, he curls his fingers in tighter for leverage to pull Armand's cock into his mouth.
So full. Lashes fluttering shut, Daniel presses all the way until he is completely flush, teasing the back of his throat with the leaking tip. The very world begins to disappear from the edges of his mind with the throb of his own cock straining against the zipper. Curious, Armand removes his hand to watch.
How quickly the boy is lost. Each bob of his head is eager, swallowing every inch of the vampire's cock. Wet heat envelops Armand each time he bottoms out; below him Daniel's erratic heartbeat quickens with his desire. How naturally he submits to this, how happily he works to please.
Daniel moans around the mouthful, feeling a surge of pride at the growl he's rewarded with. He curls his fingers into the fabric of Armand's fly for traction to yank himself further. Coppery precum leaks freely as the boy fucks his throat on the vampire's cock; tongue flattened and curled, he forces himself down over and over, stuffing himself on Armand's girth.
Drool seeps from the corners of his mouth, dripping messily and soaking into the slacks. Daniel presses himself down again to mouth around the root of Armand's cock with a sort of feverish reverence. When he bobs back up he tightens his lips with hollow cheeks. His own cock throbs uselessly, leaking into his briefs, to the beat of his pulse.
Claws return to their place threaded among the nest of curls atop Daniel's head. His pace slows but never stops, soft gasps stolen in between bobs of his head. Beneath him Armand's thighs twitch at every swipe of his tongue. A sense of pride fills his chest, this immortal being coming undone for him.
Armand's grip tightens until Daniel can no longer move forward. Glassy, wet eyes cut up at the vampire with a whine. His lips are reddened and sloppy, stretched into a pout around his cock. Animalistic eyes stare through Daniel and a chill crawls over his body as Armand brings both hands on either side of his head. He attempts to swallow down some of the saliva gathered in his mouth in anticipation.
The boy whines as the hold turns sharp, claws digging into his scalp, and Armand drives his cock into the back of his throat. Immediately the pace becomes overwhelming; Daniel is helpless but to allow Armand to use him freely, spit dribbling and his gasps for air breaking up the sloppy noises of his gagging. Rawness from the rough handling burns endlessly in his throat.
Legs spreading wider, Armand uses the leverage to treat Daniel's throat like a toy. Its wet heat is addicting; watching the pleasure on his face is another treat in itself.
So good.
Gripping his hair tight, Armand fucks roughly into Daniel's mouth. Every spasm of the mortal's throat drags him closer and closer to the edge.
Fucking take it.
Tears run down his cheeks as Armand's next thrust makes him gag noisily. Sweat plasters Armand's curls to his forehead. Pulling harder, he forces his cock into the tight hole of the boy's throat before he's suddenly tumbling over— spilling himself across Daniel's tongue.
If the lack of air is any concern, he doesn't seem to mind, eagerly pressing his tongue against the underside of Armand's cock as he works through his orgasm. Only when the throbbing slows, stops, does Armand use his hold in the boy's curls to remove his mouth from his softening cock.
Spit drips obscenely down his chin. A shallow gasp of air through his raw throat breaks the silence. Daniel's eyes are half-lidded and his eyelashes wet from the constant gagging. Most of it is wiped off with the back of Daniel's hand, then the palm; the expression on his face nothing short of pure devotion. Armand begins to tuck himself back into his slacks before standing.
There's nothing spoken between them. No pillow talk, no explanation. Knees aching, Daniel watches for Armand's next move, unsure of what is to come.
The vampire waves his hand through the air dismissively, but not all-together cruelly.
"Rest," the voice commands.
Any remaining strength in the boy dies. Bloodshot eyes flutter shut and his shoulders curl inward as gravity pulls him forward. Daniel thumps to the floor without so much as a sound, rendered unconscious.
Armand regards the sleeping form with curiosity. Simmering interest. Nothing about this could be simple, could it? Some things are easier erased than explained. A problem for tomorrow. Behind him rises the soft cries of his companion, in need; something else to turn his attentions to.
The vampire exits to the back room, leaving Daniel's body where it lays.