Chapter 1: 1. Gaming - WoodenBoyVoice
Summary:
Armand teaching Daniel any game.
For WoodenBoyVoice 💝
Chapter Text
“Is that me?” Daniel squinted at the screen. A month ago, Armand ordered a gaming chair so Daniel could watch while he played. Apparently, he’d decided it was time for Daniel to get more involved.
“Obviously.” Armand did something on his keyboard that shuffled through the outfits he’d put together. “Are you insulting my skills in Create-A-Sim?”
“…no?” Daniel looked closer at his Sim-Self, dressed in a leather jacket and standing against the gradient background. Alone. “Where are you?”
“That’s what you’ll be doing.” Armand scooted his chair over and pulled Daniel in front of the monitor. “Click the plus sign there. Good.”
Armand gave him a run down of the controls, swatting at Daniel’s hands before he could click the wrong thing. The Sim he made was a mess, nothing like Armand, but he got the gist of the game. Armand saved the design to some sort of library. Probably another installment of the fledgling babybook thing he had going on. “Baby’s first Sim” or whatever.
Then he added a new Sim and let Daniel at it. So many fucking options, all of which Armand had opinions on. Well, maybe he shouldn’t have let Daniel make him if he was going to have such an attitude about it. Armand was particularly unimpressed by the ridiculous outfit Daniel created for the “Hot Weather” category. Daniel added pigtails to make it worse. That earned a lovely little nip at his neck.
The end result had a sort of uncanny valley feel to it, but it was passably Armand. Not nearly as accurate as Sim-Daniel, but Armand’s eyes shook happily when he looked at it, so Daniel counted it as a win.
“You’re a natural, beloved.” Armand lifted Daniel’s hands from the controls to press kisses across his knuckles. “Do you want to keep playing? We can continue another day.”
Daniel ignored the rush of frustration that ran through him. He fought the urge to argue, to say he wasn’t like all the shitty partners Armand had. He didn’t find Armand boring. Not his personality or his habits or his games. But it was a fight that led nowhere. Reassurance was the key, proving it instead of just saying it. “Nope. I’m having a great time, baby. What’s next?”
He selected Armand’s personality traits (geek, perfectionist, evil). Armand made his opinions on them clear with his expressions (fine, am not, define ‘evil’). In the relationships menu, Daniel marked Sim-Dan and Sim-Mand as married and wrote in “Molloy” for the last name. A tiny sound escaped Armand’s throat. He looked at Daniel with wide, wet eyes.
“Makes sense doesn’t it? We’re companions.”
Armand nodded, blinking away the threats of tears. He kissed Daniel before sliding their chairs over again, taking control. “Now we can move into the villa.”
He rambled on about cheat codes and the price of their “lot”. When the screen loaded, Daniel was met with a near perfect replica of their Night Island home.
“Woah. Do I want to know how long you spent on that?”
Armand shrugged. “Not my longest build, but certainly my most detailed. What would you like us to do first?”
Option bubbles popped up around Sim-Dan. Daniel zeroed in on one. “We can make them kiss?”
“Oh beloved,” Armand grinned, “we can make them fuck.”
“Hell yeah. Let them get freaky with it.” Daniel watched them walk into the villa, slide into bed, and turn into a rustle of sheets. Oh. “I don’t know what I expected.”
“Did you want to watch? There is an unofficial expansion for that. Shall I download it?” Armand asked. He looked so fond of Daniel. What did you do with a look that honest and endearing? Daniel squished Armand’s cheeks until he hissed at him, pouting. “Pay attention to the game.”
Daniel watched as hearts exploded onscreen. He wheeled his chair closer while Armand queued up more romantic gestures. It was such an Armand thing to do. Make a little Daniel he could control like a puppet. Not that Daniel minded. He just wanted to see what weird shit Armand got up to with their little counterparts. “I vote to download that freaky expansion. Maybe you’re onto something with this whole gaming thing.”
Notes:
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Chapter 2: 2. Blenders - qngelwiings
Summary:
The beginning of Armand's blender obsession
For qngelwiings 💝
Notes:
no warnings for this one. I am writing these too long to be sustainable so far though lol, expect shorter ones the further we get into the month 😂
Chapter Text
Armand pounced on Daniel, wrestling the remote out of his hands and turning up the volume.
“Fucking ow!” Daniel rubbed at where Armand's elbow had dug into him.
“Be quiet.” Armand’s eyes were bright orange and locked on the screen. What the fuck could possibly be this interesting?
Blenders. A commercial for blenders with upbeat music. Daniel tried to speak, but was cut off by a hand over his mouth. Armand’s freaky gaze landed on him.
“Do you own one?”
“Not sure. I haven’t kept track of all my shit between moves.” Daniel headed to the kitchen and began throwing open doors. He found a dusty blender pushed to the back of a cabinet. It was definitely not food safe anymore, probably belonging to the previous tenant. Some of whatever had last been blended was stuck in the basin. Gross. “I think I figured out why the kitchen smells weird, boss.”
Armand appeared next to him so fast that he jumped and let out an embarrassing squeak. He held out the blender.
“It’s beautiful.” Armand took it gently, running his fingers along the glass.
“It’s nasty. There’s probably mold in there.”
“Molds are very interesting organisms.” Armand undid the cover, letting the foul stench out. Daniel cringed and covered his nose with his shirt. Armand messed with the blender, unscrewing the glass part to get at the blades. “Where is the nearest grocery store?”
“It’s closed by now.” Daniel snatched the blender back and hurried to shove it out onto the fire escape, slamming the window shut after. The smell still lingered. “That thing is a biohazard. Tomorrow we’ll buy you a new one and get some shit to blend, alright?”
Armand nodded, eyes shaking slightly as he smiled.
***
Daniel’s fate was sealed the second Armand started filling their cart. It was going to be absolute carnage on his guts. Fucking hell. And he was still going to drink whatever Armand made. God, he was in love with this crazy monster.
Armand had selected a Beehive Osterizer at a thrift store, giddy like a child as he dragged Daniel towards the supermarket. He was still holding that damn blender as they shopped. It was so fucking cute that Daniel was struggling to be as weary as he should be.
When they returned home, Armand started creating smoothies based on ingredient colors. Grapes with eggplant and jam, which wasn’t all that bad. Strawberries with hot sauce and bell peppers, which was… an experience. He found all the green vegetable smoothies bitter and whined until Armand moved on. Deli meats and cheeses. Various deserts with mayonnaise. His stomach gurgled in upset. The things he did for love.
***
Armand’s fascination didn’t wane. Daniel really should have noticed where things were going sooner. He stepped into the apartment stairwell and cringed at the mind-melting noise. As he approached their entrance, he already knew what was waiting. He placed the key in the lock, braced himself, and opened the door.
Blenders covered every surface. There were at least fifty, all whirring away. What the fuck was Armand blending? Screws and bolts? Rocks? He glanced to the left and saw what looked like pages from his notebook. Great. The noise was deafening without the buffer from the door. Daniel pressed his hands over his ears. He nearly tripped over power cords running across the floor as he approached the bedroom. More whirring. Of course.
“Armand!” He shouted over the noise. “What the hell is this?”
Daniel! Armand spoke in his head. I was so caught up in my experiments, I didn’t hear you come home.
He emerged, hair in a messy ponytail, wearing one of Daniel’s shirts over soft pajama pants. The smile that spread across his face as he pulled Daniel into the bedroom was nearly blinding. Oh no. Daniel felt the fight in him shrivel up and die.
Look at them go!
“Real cool, boss. Could you help with noise control, though?” Daniel winced as one of the blenders started smoking. Armand hurried over to unplug it and write some notes in one of Daniel’s journals. Then the blending induced headache started to fade as Armand’s spindly mind gift nestled into his brain. “What’s the goal here?”
“I am finding which blender is the best for each purpose.”
“And you needed a fucking blender army for that?”
“Yes. It’s fascinating isn’t it?” Armand leaned down to check the progress on a concerningly red and chunky mixture. His eyes shook as the mass went smoother. He increased the speed, eyes matching the pace. And fuck. Daniel couldn’t even be mad about it. Inevitable noise complaints be damned. Armand was having fun.
Daniel plastered himself to Armand’s back. “Yeah, boss. Fascinating.”
Chapter 3: 3. Playfighting - Maki
Summary:
Young Daniel fails to manhandle Armand, but Fledgling Daniel will try again!
For Maki 💝
Notes:
warnings: referenced nsfw
Chapter Text
1975
Daniel was waiting for hours. He stared at his drafts without writing and turned on the TV without watching. Days were pointless without his pretty monster. But the sun was finally setting. Soon enough, Armand would get home and Daniel would attack. He waited by the door, shoving his ear against the wood. His mortal hearing was useless. He wished he could track his immortal lover down the sidewalk. But no, he was stuck, mortal and weak. Still, he had the element of surprise this time. Every patter of footsteps in the hall made him tense up, ready to strike. Then the sound of his neighbor's doors opening sent a rush of disappointment through him. Finally, he heard their lock flip.
He crouched as the door swung open. Then he launched himself at Armand with all his strength. It was like throwing himself against a brick wall.
“Fuck!”
“Hello, Daniel.” Armand brushed a stray curl aside, but was otherwise unbothered. What a fucking asshole. “What are you up to?”
“Nothing.” Daniel backed up a bit, still holding onto Armand. “Everything is entirely normal. I just missed you.”
“Is that so?” Armand spun him, shoving him back against the wall and wedging a knee between his legs. “Seems to me like you were trying to surprise me. To attack.”
Daniel heaved in a breath, back aching from the impact. He let his thoughts wander, making the headiest of them loud and flashy before ducking out of Armand’s hold and trying to pull him back towards the couch. Armand didn’t budge. Instead he turned and smiled at Daniel, eyes crinkling at the edges.
“Don’t you dare!” Daniel whined. He tugged harder. He could do this. If he could just move Armand an inch—
Armand pulled him in and lifted him up, throwing Daniel over a shoulder as he broke into laughter. “You’re adorable, beloved.”
Daniel hit his fists against Armand’s back. “It’s not cute! I can fucking take you.”
“Take me? Sure. But not in a fight.” Armand deposited him on the bed roughly. “Keep trying, lover. See where you end up.”
Well that just pissed him off more. Daniel scrambled forward and wrapped his arms around Armand’s waist, heaving as he tried to pull him down. More laughter. He could feel the convulsions of it under his arms. He let go and glared again, crawling off the mattress and facing his annoying concrete slab of a boyfriend.
“Fuck you.”
Armand grinned. “No, not tonight. You’re being very disrespectful, lover.”
Daniel lunged at him again, trying to get Armand under him. Somehow, faster than he could perceive, Armand was on top of him, bracketing his arms on either side of Daniel’s head. He was laughing again.
“You’re being such a—mmpf!” Daniel cut off as Armand kissed him between giggles.
“Do you give in now?” Armand asked. He ran his fangs over Daniel’s throat before diving in to kiss him breathless.
“Yeah,” Daniel said. “Fucking yeah.”
2026
“Beloved?” Armand could sense Daniel near. He was far too young to really mask himself, but he was making an attempt. Silly fledgling. “Are you trying to hide from me?”
“Who said anything about hiding?” Daniel plastered himself to Armand’s back, nipping at his neck.
Armand relaxed back into him, enjoying the feeling of being held. Then gravity shifted without warning. He yelped as Daniel heaved him up over his shoulder. “What on earth are you doing?”
“What I’ve always wanted to do.” Daniel marched into their room and tossed him onto the bed. “Not so adorable now, am I?”
The memory came back immediately, a much younger Daniel attempting to manhandle him. Armand huffed. “Is this some sort of decades-late revenge?”
Daniel shrugged. “Call it whatever you want.”
Armand grinned. “I call it adorable.”
He pulled Daniel on to the mattress, straddling him and diving in for a kiss. Daniel tucked his hands under Armand’s shirt, claws digging into his back. It was so easy to get lost in his beloved, these sweet, desperate kisses.
The world spun again. Armand found himself trapped under Daniel, staring up at those beautiful eyes as they shifted orange. Daniel was holding his wrists with one hand. Armand struggled a little, but he hadn’t fed in a while and Daniel had clearly been loading up on blood all morning. Was it possible… Armand tugged at his arms as hard as he could. Daniel had to add his other hand, but Armand stayed restrained.
“Aw, cute.” Daniel bit into his cheek and licked away the blood. Armand gasped. He was utterly at Daniel’s mercy. “Can’t get away so easily anymore, can you?”
“Daniel, please.” Armand struggled again, just for the fun of it, to feel the strength of his fledging. His perfect one and only. So much power. Of course Armand had never turned anyone. His blood was meant for Daniel, and only Daniel. He sighed at the feeling of fangs running along his neck, arching up into the touch. When Daniel finally bit in, it was bliss.
Chapter 4: 4. Bubble Bath - meowcia
Summary:
Armand (and also Daniel) has a bubble bath
For meowcia 💝
Notes:
no warnings
Chapter Text
Armand sat back against Daniel. He closed his eyes and let the warm water relax his muscles. Always so tense. He wondered if his body had been like that when he was turned, if that’s why his default state was tension. Daniel’s hands rubbed down his arms, kneading the muscles. It helped ease the constant ache in his body, his mind. Daniel’s touch settled under the water, over Armand’s stomach.
“You okay, honey?” Daniel asked, squeezing him just a little.
The instinct was to say yes, but Daniel didn’t like when he answered questions before considering them. Armand ran his hands through the water, watching how the bubbles swirled. “I’m happy, content to rest against you like this.”
He let his head fall back on Daniel’s shoulder. This way, he could see his lover. A strange angle, one reserved for him. Daniel was beautiful, every little sign of aging on his skin, the faint stubble left when he was turned. Armand could stare at him for a century and still desire to commit more of him to memory. Emotion built up in him, longing. He didn’t understand why it still ached, this love. They had each other, companions, but some wounded part of Armand would always hurt. He closed his eyes, trying to lose himself in the feeling of Daniel’s skin against his.
Daniel deposited a tiny pile of bubbles onto his nose. Armand opened his eyes, trying to look down at it. That made Daniel laugh, and some of the ache floated away. Armand swatted away the bubbles and sat up, scooping his own pile to dump on Daniel’s head. Water droplets flew across the room as Daniel shook his head like a dog, grinning at Armand’s unimpressed face.
“You’re making a mess.”
“Oh, please. It’s literally soapy water. That’s the opposite of mess.” Daniel used both hands to grab more bubbles, capturing Armand’s face and sticking them to his chin like a beard. “Nice look you’ve got going here. Aw, don’t pout.”
Armand evened out his expression. “I am not pouting. You’re being ridiculous.”
“Nope.” Daniel pulled him back against his chest. “I’m being silly and you love it. Just admit it.”
“Fine.” Armand shifted so he could rest his ear over Daniel’s heart. “I love you.”
Daniel pressed a kiss to his hair. “I love you too, babe.”
Chapter 5: 5. Amusement Park - ArmandNouveau
Summary:
Armand scared of rollercoasters and some Daniel comfort.
For ArmandNouveau 💝
Notes:
no warnings
Chapter Text
Daniel ran up to Armand and wrapped him in a hug. “That was fucking awesome.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, beloved.” Armand was stiff. He’d been acting weird all day. At first, Daniel thought it was just from micromanaging the express line passes, but it hadn’t faded.
“When are you gonna go on a ride, boss?” Daniel started dragging him towards the largest rollercoaster. It had a massive drop and, really, it was the whole reason Daniel insisted they visit the park at all.
“The carousel is nearby.” Armand said, lightly tugging in the other direction.
Huh. Interesting. Daniel paused, grabbed Armand by the shoulders, and tried to meet his eyes. Armand wouldn’t look at him. Very interesting. When he first asked to visit, Armand looked surprised. Hesitant even. And he hadn’t joined Daniel on anything besides a dark ride where they kissed the whole time. The pieces slotted into place. Holy shit.
“Boss, are you afraid of rollercoasters?”
Armand finally looked at him with wide eyes. “No.”
“Hmm, okay. Then let’s go to the next one.” Daniel pulled at him again. Armand stayed rooted in place, shakey eyes shifting to look at the towering tracks. “Oh my god, you are!”
“I am not!” Armand snatched his arm away. “I am over 400 years old! These silly carts and tracks mean nothing to me!”
“Then you can go on the coaster with me.” Daniel grinned at Armand’s silence. He leaned in to whisper, “Unless you’re scared.”
Armand glared at him and marched towards the ride entrance. He enchanted all the workers, bypassing the express pass schedule he’d made, and stepped directly to the front of the line. Daniel grinned at the frustrated people in the standby line as he passed, heading towards the cars. Armand sat down petulantly. Daniel went in next to him, still smiling at Armand's fake aloofness.
When the ride rolled forward, Armand gripped the restraints so hard that little indents formed. He turned to Daniel slowly as they approached the first climb, not even a big hill. “Daniel.”
“Yeah?”
“I cannot do this.” Armand looked panicked, eyes shaking wildly.
“Shit man, are you like… actually scared? You have the Cloud Gift, you’ll be fine.”
“You’re scared of bugs. And the neighbors two doors down. And a character from a cartoon you watched as a child—”
“Damn, I get it. Irrational fear. You’ll be fine, babe, it’s fun.”
The coaster paused at the top of the hill. Armand stretched out his hand. Fucking hell. Daniel took it and winced at the immortal grip crushing his fingers. The coaster dropped. Armand didn’t scream, per say, but he let out a little whining noise, almost too quiet to hear over the wind rushing by. Daniel squeezed his hand, screaming gleefully as they rushed across the tracks. When they made it to the largest hill, he projected reassurances into Armand’s head. He only got variants of “I’m fine” in response, but he was pretty sure some of the bones in his hand fractured in Armand’s death grip.
When they finally rolled back into the platform, Armand hurried to the exit, not looking back at Daniel. Shit. He ran after him, catching his hand and wincing at the pain that shot through his palm.
“Hey, baby, it’s okay. You don’t gotta ride those anymore. You were so brave.”
Armand frowned, looking at Daniel’s injured hand. “Don’t patronize me.”
“I’m serious.” Daniel held Armand’s face. “You were brave and I’m happy I got to ride something with you. We can do the carousel next.”
“You think the carousel is boring.” Armand started moving a bit more, relaxing. He pressed into Daniel’s touch and ran his fingers over the fractured bones. “I apologize for hurting you, it was unintentional.”
“I’m the one who made you ride it, it’s fine, honey.” Daniel pressed kisses across Armand’s cheeks, ending with one to the tip of his nose. “And I don’t think it’s boring. I was just excited for the coaster. Maybe we grab an ice pack first, though.”
“No need.” Armand tucked them out of sight and pressed his wrist to Daniel’s mouth, only allowing a few pulls of blood. “Does it feel better?”
Daniel wiped his mouth and flexed his fingers. “Yup. Good as new. No need to be sad. Let’s go, boss.”
Armand joined their hands tentatively, pressed a kiss to the back of Daniel’s. It was so cute, so endearing that he nearly melted into the pavement. Daniel went back in for more cheek kisses until Armand was scrunching his nose and swatting at him. But he was smiling again.
“Okay, beloved, let’s go.”
Chapter 6: 6. 🔞 Preist AU Extra - vympyre
Summary:
A smut scene extra for my fic Chasing After Heaven
For vympyre 💝
Notes:
warnings: nsfw, preist/confession roleplay, shibari/bondage, blindfold
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Daniel’s knees ached. He’d been stuck in position for at least fifteen minutes, just waiting. Armand could have put a pillow down or something, but no, he wanted Daniel to feel the seconds building up. There were still faint sounds of Armand cleaning the kitchen after dinner. Usually, Daniel would help. But usually, he wasn’t tied up, blindfolded, and put on his knees after dinner. At least not right away.
Anticipation rose in him when the bedroom door creaked open. He fixed his posture. He’d be the perfect little devotee. Armand’s reverent believer. A cold hand grasped his neck, sending shivers across his body. His cock was hard from just the bindings, and it jumped at the sudden contact. He shifted a little, the knots artfully tied over his chest keeping his hands restrained behind him.
He leaned into the touch and muttered, “Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”
“Is that so?” Armand’s touch disappeared and he whined. It was getting harder to ignore his knees. Armand had to know that and was simply choosing to let him suffer. “What exactly have you done?”
“I’ve lusted over a holy man.” Daniel lowered his head. “Please, tell me what I can do to make up for it. Anything, you say. I’ll do anything.”
“Hmm. You’re repentant, aren’t you? You wish to be forgiven?”
“Yeah.” Daniel sighed when Armand tugged at his hair. Armand was obsessed with the patches of gray, pulling at them particularly hard and making him whimper.
“Do as I say to prove your devotion, and all will be well.”
The blindfold got him hot, but being denied the surely radiant sight of his boyfriend standing over him, gorgeous and unforgiving, was torture.
Armand guided him forward until Daniel was nuzzling his crotch. Fuck. He inhaled deep, trying to catch the heady scent of him through the layers of clothing. Armand was hard too and Daniel was desperate to taste, to be used. He let himself be led a bit further back and frowned when Armand’s touch left him again. The sound of pants being undone had him perking back up.
“Come here, sweet boy.” Armand’s lovely touch returned, guiding him forward until his lips pressed to the tip of Armand’s cock. He darted out his tongue, getting a taste of precum before kissing down the shaft. “Good. Keep going.”
Daniel shuffled forward a bit, trying not to tip over. He kissed back up Armand’s cock, suckling at the head before taking him deeper. Armand’s grip on his hair tightened, two quick squeezes, a warning, before he slammed into Daniel’s throat, making him sputter and choke. He pulled out enough to allow Daniel one breath of air before fucking his mouth in earnest. Daniel did his best to be good, to stay still and take it. His cock was leaking a puddle onto the floor between them, pitifully neglected, and the pain in his knees was becoming unbearable. He whined, shifted as much as he could in his ties.
“Do you need more, beloved?” Armand was fully seated in his throat, running gentle touches over his face. Daniel nodded. He breathed haggardly when Armand pulled out and guided him to crawl up on the bed. Face forward, ass up and on display. With his hands tied behind him, his face was smushed into the pillows.
“Please,” he murmured against the fabric. “Need you.”
“I know.” Armand ran his hands over the ropes delicately, moving down his back until he exposed Daniel’s hole, rubbing his thumb over it in soothing circles. “I see you’ve come prepared for your penance.”
Daniel shifted his hips, desperate to relieve the ache in his cock. They’d fucked earlier and the memory of being lovingly taken apart made him flush and mumble pleas into the sheets.
“Shh, I’ll take care of it.” There was a faint click of a bottle, then the sound of Armand slicking himself. Little sighs filled the air as Armand stroked himself like Daniel wasn’t waiting, presented before him.
“Armand,” he whined. He only got a faint laugh in reply. Then Armand was pressing into him and cutting off any thoughts beyond being split open by his lover. The pace was ruthless, punishing. Truly a penance, like Armand was claiming him. Daniel cried out when Armand shifted to hit his prostate with every thrust. It was too much after being made to wait. He couldn’t take much more before he collapsed into the mattress. He squirmed some more, flexing his fingers and biting at the closest pillow.
“My love,” Armand placed one of his hands over Daniel’s, “you’ve repented well. Do you want a reward, sweet thing? A window into heaven?"
“Please.” It came out broken, like a sob. Armand reached over to stroke Daniel in time with his thrusts. Those gorgeous hands, hidden from view. So much sensation hitting him at once. Daniel’s legs nearly gave out as he came, but Armand held him up by the waist, driving into him cruelly through overstimulation. His whole body shook as Armand came inside him, keeping them pressed together until the last of the aftershocks faded.
“Beautiful,” Armand whispered when they separated. He guided Daniel to sit up and carefully undid the blindfold. Daniel winced at the sudden brightness before taking in the sight of post-sex Armand. Fucking hell. He leaned forward and was met with a quick kiss. “Let’s get you out of the ties.”
This was one of the best parts, the after. Armand pressed kisses to the indents left by the rope, massaged his joints, and snuggled them up under the covers together.
“That was fucking great, baby.” Daniel pressed kisses across Armand’s face. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Armand pulled Daniel over to share his pillow, running his fingers across Daniel’s cheek before kissing him. Daniel shifted even closer, holding Armand to him. Thank fuck he got divorced. That he stumbled into the church, into that confession booth, and found Armand. His own personal heaven.
Notes:
If you haven’t read Chasing After Heaven, you should go do that because you’ll get to see Maki’s lovely art three whole times!!!
Also this is nearly 1k words someone stop me these aren’t drabbles
Chapter 7: 7. 🔞 Pulitzer Hookup - TheAngelsAreWatch1ng
Summary:
Daniel is approached by a stranger at his Pulitzer after-party.
For TheAngelsAreWatch1ng 💝
Chapter Text
“Congratulations, Mr. Molloy.”
Daniel turned to see the stranger who’d been watching him all night. A least ten years younger than him. His clothes were designer, subtle luxuries that screamed “out of your league” despite the fact that this whole party was in Daniel’s honor. A fucking Pulitzer. It still felt unreal.
“Thanks. Don’t remember meeting you before. Are you someone’s plus one?” Daniel wracked his memory, but he’d surely remember a face like that. Still, he couldn’t shake the strange familiarity bubbling under his skin. He wanted to reach out and touch.
“We haven’t been properly introduced.” The man leaned in, gently grasping Daniel’s arm. His voice dropped, for only the two of them to hear. “But you aren’t opposed to new connections, are you? My name is Armand. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Shit. This guy was flirting with him. Daniel was out of practice. Ten shitty years with Alice had him fumbling for the right thing to say. Sure, he’d had hookups during that time, but that was always easy. Find a guy at the bar that didn’t blink at the glint of his wedding ring and fuck in the bathroom. This was different. Daniel grabbed two flutes of champagne from a waiter, offering one. The man took it gracefully, but didn’t drink. Instead he swirled the glass, watching Daniel intently. Daniel forced what was hopefully a charismatic smile.
“What kind of ‘connections’ are you looking for?”
Armand grinned. “I think we both know that already. Your hotel or mine, Mr. Molloy?”
***
Daniel gasped as Armand worked him open. He’d already wrung one orgasm out of him with his fingers. Daniel wasn’t sure he could go again, but Armand was dedicated to finding out. They’d ended up at Daniel’s hotel. A fancy suite his agent arranged for him. Room service had left a bottle of red wine on the table. Before he could offer a glass to Armand, he’d been pushed to bed and stripped of his clothes. Fuck, this guy wanted him bad.
He couldn’t place why. Surely Armand knew a Pulitzer didn’t equate to neverending wealth and power. Maybe he wanted a blurb for his own book or a letter of recommendation or something.
Armand suddenly pulled his fingers out, leaving Daniel empty and whining. “I want you. Nothing else.”
“Huh?” Had Daniel been saying all that out loud? Embarrassing. Too cock drunk to keep his stupid mouth shut, and he hadn’t even seen the man undressed yet. Just the muscles in his forearms when he rolled up his sleeves.
“I’m very proud of you, Mr. Molloy.” Armand looked far too earnest for a hookup. “A Pulitzer is quite the achievement. I thought you deserved something nice. It’s been a while since someone took care of you right.”
He stroked Daniel’s spent cock, sending overstimulated shivers through his body. Then he shifted, undoing his pants and freeing his cock. Daniel whimpered at the sight, needy and empty. Such a pretty cock, precum shiny at the tip. “Please fuck me.”
“I will.” Armand soothed. He tucked a pillow under Daniel’s hips and teased at his entrance, only pressing in when Daniel started to beg again. The pace was slow, thorough. Like Armand wanted to savor the moment. Like he was being taken apart so carefully with the promise of being put back together after. Tears welled up, threatening to fall. Daniel pressed an arm over his face. Fucking embarrassing to cry during a hookup.
Armand moved his arm and kissed away the tears. He stroked Daniel’s cock loosely in time with his thrusts, getting him hard and leaking again in record time. Daniel felt so small and taken care of in his hold. When was the last time he felt like this? Before Alice. The feeling wasn’t unfamiliar, like he could almost—
“It’s okay,” Armand whispered. “Don’t worry about it.”
Daniel nodded, as if he understood what that meant. The calm that washed over him was strange, like ocean tides hiding a secret. He would let it go for now. Whatever would appease this strange man, he’d do it. Maybe the feeling of tides was really just the rhythmic thrust of Armand’s hips. Daniel arched into him, tears falling in rivulets. He reached up to run his fingers over a perfect cheekbone. That touch seemed to break something in Armand. He shuddered through his climax, deep inside Daniel, who was quick to follow. He felt the mess on his stomach.
He kept crying quietly as Armand cleaned him up and tucked him in. Melancholy filled him up so completely it was overflowing. Why? He didn’t understand. Coming home and losing it all in one night. He scrambled together enough coherence to reach out a hand.
“Won’t you stay the night?”
Armand frowned, pressing a kiss to his brow. “I cannot. Rest, beloved, and forget me again.”
Notes:
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Chapter 8: 8. Purple Dress - Anon
Summary:
Armand wearing a purple dress.
For an anonymous requester 💝
Notes:
No warnings
Chapter Text
“What’s this?”
Armand startled. It was so easy to let his guard down with Daniel. He turned and the fabric swished pleasantly. Times like this, the wall between their minds felt monumental. What did Daniel think?
“I ordered it.” Armand glanced down at the dress. “It only just arrived.”
He turned back to the mirror to examine himself. Perhaps he needed a gold belt and jewelry to complete the look. That is, if he decided to keep it at all. He wasn’t sure if Daniel remembered all of those drunken nights in the 70’s. The select few when Armand had slipped into something flowy and feminine. Daniel’s thoughts were always a mess back then, desire and longing and despair.
“You look hot.” Daniel appeared beside him in the reflection. “Did you get something matching for me?”
“No,” Armand said. He liked to coordinate them, to show their companionship visually. But he wasn’t sure if the dress was staying. Except, the way Daniel’s gaze went soft as it trailed down his body was a good sign. He amended, “Not yet. I recall you enjoying purple dresses.”
Daniel considered that for a moment. “Is this about what Louis said during the interview? About Alice?”
“I do not concern myself with Alice.”
“Tell that to the jumbled memories. But I might’ve been thinking about you, really. I remember her in a purple dress as much as you in that shiny purple shirt you wore for a month. Besides, you wear it better than she ever could.”
“It wasn't a month.” Armand rolled his eyes. “You like it then?”
“Yeah. Do you like it? You used to like getting all dolled up once in a while, remember?”
Armand hummed. So the memories remained and Daniel didn’t mind. Of course he didn’t. A silly worry, but those were always the hardest to banish. “I think the color compliments me. I like the feel of the fabric and the way it moves."
“We should go shopping soon. Expand the never-ending wardrobe some more.” Daniel wrapped an arm around his waist. “I think I should take you out tonight. It’d be a shame having you dressed up all pretty like this with nowhere to go.”
Armand examined them in the mirror. The odd couple to the mortal eye. But he wasn’t concerned with mortal opinion. They slotted together like puzzle pieces, perfect companions. “Yes, let’s go out tonight, beloved. I’ll put together an outfit for you as well.”
“Great.” Daniel kissed his cheek. “I’m the luckiest fledgling in the world.”
Armand smiled. He would ensure that feeling continued.
Chapter 9: 9. Night Island - emme
Summary:
Dancing on Night Island
For emme 💝
Notes:
warnings: referenced nsfw
Chapter Text
Daniel kept his grip on Armand’s hand tight as he navigated through the crowd. It was opening night for Night Island’s latest discotheque and the tourists had shown up in droves. Armand had a tendency to disappear in large groups just to make Daniel hunt him down. As fun as their never-ending game of chase was, he just wanted his lover by his side.
What do you think, beloved?
“It’s great,” Daniel shouted, trying to be heard over the music. He ducked under the elbow of a drunk girl dancing wildly and finally made it to the center of the dance floor. He leaned in to whisper, “Wanna dance?”
Armand smiled. “Well side you’ve dragged me all this way, we might as well.”
Ha. As if that wasn’tArmand’s whole intention for attending the opening. The last opening had a more laid back feel. It was a fancy lounge that required formal wear. Armand dressed him up all fancy just for them to sit in a corner booth and make out. Well, until Daniel got too desperate and they escaped to the alley outside for a quick fuck. Good times. But tonight would be a different sort of fun. An attempt to see Armand let loose.
He took Armand’s hands and swung his arms wildly, laughing at the expression it drew out.
“Is this what you call dancing?” Armand was amused. “You’re making us look ridiculous.”
“So what. It’s not like they’re gonna kick us out.” Daniel twirled Armand then broke into a series of increasingly convoluted movements. “I’m making new dances.”
“You’re drunk.” Armand was so clearly trying not to laugh.
“Just a little,” Daniel acquiesced. “That only makes me a better dancer. Hey, don’t make a face, it’s true. Look.”
He shuffled through every cheesy move he could think of until Armand was doubled over laughing and reaching out to steady himself on Daniel’s shoulder. Beautiful. Every time he got Armand to laugh felt like a monumental victory.
“Beloved, you’re the life of the party.” Armand nipped his neck.
“And you could be too if you joined me.” He held out a hand. Armand stared at it before feigning an annoyed sigh and taking it.
Armand mirrored Daniel’s movements, smiling more as they got progressively worse. People started giving them more space, avoiding the unpredictable limbs that kept threatening to smack them.
Eventually Armand pulled him close, whispered that was enough, and guided Daniel out into the night. They stopped to kiss against the buildings, not caring for appearances. Armand stole a few tiny sips from his neck, getting buzzed on Daniel’s tipsy blood. The patrons of Night Island weren’t the type to bat an eye anyway. They were safe in their home, in the place Armand had so lovingly built for him.
Daniel broke away from a kiss to whisper. “Let’s open a hundred dance halls, boss. Let’s go dancing somewhere new every night.”
Armand giggled. “Whatever you desire, beloved.”
Chapter 10: 10. Lazy Sunset - cikebabbler
Summary:
A lazy sunset in coffin
For cikebabbler 💝
Notes:
no warnings
Chapter Text
Daniel groaned, burying his face in Armand’s neck. Too early. Or late. Or whatever the fuck vampires called it.
“It’s sunset, beloved.”
The vibrations of Armand’s voice felt nice under him. Daniel snuggled in further. “Don’t care.”
The world was annoying and overwhelming for a fledgling. His heightened senses were either all the way on or all the way off. Armand was trying to help him find the in-between, but it was so fucking hard. Their coffin, on the other hand, was soft and had an Armand in it. So, really, what was the point of ever leaving it?
Armand wrapped his arms around Daniel and squeezed him closer. He must have been awake for some time, staring. Daniel shifted to get a look at Armand’s face, and sure enough those orange eyes were trained on him.
“What?”
“I just enjoy watching you rest, beloved.” Armand let his hair, guiding him back down. “I don’t mind sleeping in today, staying in our coffin until you’re hungry.”
“I’ll just drink from you.” Daniel murmured. “Don’t wanna be a big strong nepo-fledgling today.”
“Then let’s stay in.” Armand tucked his hands under Daniel’s shirt and traced gentle patterns with his nails. Not enough pressure to cut, but the possibility made Daniel shudder.
Back in the 70’s, Armand never let him share a coffin. Sure they’d snuggled in bed, on the couch, and rooftops under the stars. But never a coffin. He remembered begging for it. Stupid kid. All he had to do was be patient for once in his life. It was hard to believe Armand loved him, back then. So fucking dumb. But he knew it now, more than anything. It was a truth that rang out in every blood cell, every nerve ending. Armand loved him. Daniel nuzzled Armand, ran his fangs across his neck, and drew out a delightful little sigh.
He bit in slowly, making it achingly intimate. Armand gripped onto him, a hand coming up to hold his head in place as he took careful sips. No rush, no fear of being torn away. Just this, feeding softly and being held. A perfect sunset.