#OLD MANIEL DESERVES BETTER

[reireichu]

attention asylum inmates, it is with sincere regret and pain that i must inform you that as of s02e06, ARMAND STILL HAS NOT YET FUCKED THE OLD MAN.

[wormtitty]

Kinktober Day 14: Body Worship (Armand/Daniel)

i just think that old maniel vampire molloy deserves it <3

on AO3 here.

Daniel has cultivated quite the devout fanbase, much to Armand’s dismay. He doesn’t garner much consideration in the average day’s hustle and bustle of New York City, but once every few weeks he will be recognized and accosted by some trivial human waving a camera in his face and demanding his attention. 

Armand does not like to think of himself as a jealous thing - though that is exactly what he is. Even when the threat to him is minimal: just a disillusioned mortal teenager, there’s an ugly, biting urge that rises in him; a shameful desire to hold and keep and covet.

He makes himself an annoyance; wrapping a possessive arm around Daniel’s waist, nosing into the space between his neck and shoulder, making intense eye contact with the thing that disturbs their evening out. 

In truth, Armand could turn them away before they even think to approach. But he’s found Daniel’s reaction to his possessiveness far more enjoyable than the small annoyance that caused it. He gives the well-meaning ones his business card, tells them to contact his “personal” email and promises to get in touch, before sweeping away with Armand, pressing a burning kiss to his cheek. 

And to those he doesn’t respect enough to give the time of day… Well. None of them remember the encounter, if they’re left alive.

They make it home in record time, gliding past unseeing doormen and forcibly ignorant passersby. He has Daniel pinned beneath him before he even spares a thought to lock the door behind them. 

Armand holds his chin and brings Daniel’s gaze to his face, cradling his head with both hands “You are mine, my beautiful boy,” he says, voice breathy and sincere.

There’s a flush he can’t hide creeping up Daniel’s neck, pink and warm. “All yours, babe.” He hesitates then, considering his next words, feeling out the shape of them in his mouth. “How can you look at me now and call me boy? I’m not the twenty year old kid you met in San Francisco.”

“No, Daniel,” Armand presses his palm to the skin of Daniel’s neck, smoothing out the skin there. “You most certainly are not. You’ve grown so much older.” 

Daniel knows, intrinsically, that the creature above him is an ancient being; has killed thousands of people, and yet he still thinks of himself as a dirty old man lusting after a pretty twink. This, Armand is all too aware of: Daniel’s desire for him, and his disgust with himself for it. Depending on the day, Armand will either play into his insecurities or attempt to soothe his ego. 

Tonight, he has every intention of making him feel only the enormity of Armand’s adoration for him.

The phrasing makes Daniel scoff at him, trying to wriggle away from Armand’s touch. He doesn’t get far, trapped beneath him as he is. “Don’t - ugh. You don’t have to rub it in.”

“Rub what in,” Armand smooths his hands down Daniel’s shoulders, following the sinewy muscles from clavicle to pectorals, “Lover?” He squeezes him there, once, just to feel the flesh in his hands. He savors the sharp exhale it earns him.

Armand has learned by now that his fledgling’s body is at war with his blood and with his mind. Burning inside Daniel is all the ferocity of a newborn vampire - contained in a vessel that still sends tremors to his arm whenever he gets particularly worked up. Armand knows well the taste of his frustration, the undercurrent of irritation when his voice goes all of a sudden weak. How desperately Daniel wishes that the blood was a cure for Parkinson’s as well as aging. 

They talk about it as often as they discuss his own past in Venice. Which is to say, extremely rarely. 

Armand does better without words anyway. 

He bends low over Daniel, branding a kiss to where his heart beats steady and sure in his chest, face bracketed by both hands. This skin, these organs, the bones and blood and fat and hair, all of it he loves, treasures. All of him belongs to Armand.  

He does, especially, love his tits. And he shows it now; laving wet kisses over the spattering of white hair that dusts his chest, squeezing the tissue between his fingers like his own personal stress-relieving toy until Daniel is hitching a whining tune beneath him. 

“This is the body I turned, Daniel, my firstborn. My only.” Armand licks at his chest, unable to tear himself away, not now, not when he has Daniel exactly where he wants him. “I love you how I made you.”

“Shit, okay, I get it, baby,” he breathes out, chest quivering as Armand drags the pads of his fingers down his sides, pressing firmly in between his ribs.

He gives in to the impulse to bite at Daniel’s nipple, fangs piercing little holes in the sensitive skin. Armand gets two little mouthfuls of blood before the wounds start to heal up. Dripping red from his lower lip, he says, “Get what?”

“I’m yours, Armand, all yours,” Daniel whispers, gazing at him through eyes black as the night, reverent and hungry. 

Armand continues his journey down his body, brushing his lips to the vast expanse of skin exposed to him. He settles between Daniel’s spread legs, milky white thighs trembling slightly around his shoulders.

He’s hard and leaking against his hip, lovely little drops of pink wetting the head of his dick. Armand reaches out to touch, balancing the base between thumb and forefinger. He sucks sloppy kisses up the length, reveling in the feel of Daniel’s skin on his lips.

“And this?” Armand asks, teasing the tip with his lips, brushing wet and sticky with the shape of his words.

Daniel’s eyes are squeezed shut when he grits out “Yours.”

Armand suckles at the head as reward, letting his saliva drip down, cool and slick. He follows the trail with his mouth, sliding his lips down inch by inch, letting the squeeze of Daniel’s thighs guide his movements. They groan in unison when his dick reaches the back of Armand’s throat, fluttering around him. 

The sound of Daniel’s pleasure washes over him, spurs him on until he’s bobbing over his lap and grinding his own cock into the bed to relieve the ache of his own arousal, no longer easily ignored. 

He slides off for a moment to gather himself, lest he get too carried away and bite down without warning him first. Armand rubs his face into the space between Daniel’s hip and thigh, nosing into the grey curls at the base of his dick, using his hand all the while, the glide eased with by the saliva dripping down the length of it. 

The friction is just right, Armand squeezing on the upstroke has Daniel’s hips twitching in a pulsing rhythm, overwhelmed noises slipping out from deep in his chest unconsciously. 

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna -” Armand hisses out a “Yes,” before slipping the head of Daniel’s dick back in his mouth, closing his lips right under the ridge. He tongues the slit, and Daniel comes on a long, drawn-out moan, spilling bloody fluid warm and thick into his waiting mouth. 

Armand swallows it down like holy communion.

[slapjacq]

I am ill. Not okay. I’ve cried and thrown a tissue box at the wall. Then proceeded to scream at said wall for twenty minutes. Yes I am melodramatic, no I don’t care. I am still in therapy for a reason. Nevertheless, this episode was bonkers, off the wall batshit insane. Like genuinely so good that it almost adds to the tragedy of it all.

Here are my immediate and unfiltered thoughts from my post episode freak out that I have to put somewhere because if I don’t, I will, in fact, explode.

Warning: spoilers up the wazoo, a lot of profanity

First and foremost: Daniel, old Maniel, I can count on you to always keep it a buck, and for that I thank you.

Armand you piece of fucking shit I swear on everything that is holy, you are no longer babygirl, you bitch ass hoe, go stick that fucking doe eyed face up someone else ass you stupid fucking piece of shit. “i cOULD nOt pReVEnt iT” FUCK YOU MEAN YOU COULDNT PREVENT IT YOURE 500 YEARS OLD, YOU SOLD THEM OUT TO BEGIN WITH. YOU STOP TIME, CAN CONTROL BODIES, PLANT IDEAS INTO PEOPLE HEADS, READ PEOPLES MINDS AND THE BITTY BABY VAMPIRE ARMAND COULDNT DO ANYTHIGN ABOUT IT? SUCK MY DICK AND KISS ME MERRY GO TRH THAG SHIT ELSEWHERE (shout out Assad for really giving his all with the whole puppy dog eyes this entire episode 10/10 would fall for them if not the circumstances). I can’t believe I actually was defending this dude a few episodes ago, I literally can’t defend anything else from here moving forward.

Claudia and Madeline deserve to watch these assholes burn and the fact they died such painful deaths should warrant the gods to set the sky alight with constellations of their love. They were allowed NOTHING but a small taste of happiness before it was shredded away from them. No one is EVER gonna villainize them, not to me, not ever. Roxanne absolutely was incredible, and Delainey, in the coming future, better up there as an A-list actor because she has been that astoundingly good. (That goes for everyone here honestly, but Delainey and Roxanne really deserve their flowers here).

Santiago has a special place in hell. I simply cannot wait to watch him die. Decapitation is too kind for him, put him through pain and fury before sending him to hell. Ben Daniels you son of a bitch you played the villain so well. I damn near jumped through the screen when he began to read Claudia’s diaries with a shitty NOLA accent, I have never been so livid in my life.

The rest of Theatre: “All of you motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow.” -Tupac Shakur

Louis GET UP LEAVE YOUR WIFE DUDE YOU KNOW ITS BULLSHIT and honestly I’m not even going to rag on him this episode because the poor man has gone through too much. Jacob was absolutely brilliant in all of this, and honestly I literally will never stop talking about the performances in this show. Regardless, the upcoming rage is justified and I when get to watch him massacre these assholes, I will cackle with the same glee a schoolboy has after he disintegrates ants with a magnifying glass.

And finally Lestat. He rose on the third day and served cunt and made me ball like the mommy issues toting bitch I am. Sam, my man, you knocked it out of the fucking ballpark. Magnificent. Lestat, fucking bastard. You messy bitch. When you get out of whatever the Theatre is doing to you big man, I better see you read Armand to filth. I better see the same from the other. They both deserve to be dragged to hell and back.

Also Daniel Hart is a genius, just really fills your soul with dread this entire episode, I mean the score was filthy, vivid, and hauntingly gorgeous. The violins at the beginning were nasty work and had me fully hypnotized for the entire 50 minutes.

SFX is killing it, everytime, making it all believable and absolutely the worst someone could imagine it to be. I full body contorted at the sight of the sliced ankles.

Shoutout costume department also did its thing. Santiago’s costume was top tier camp. And Lestat’s suit was absolutely everything. Gender envy 11/10.

I could sit here all day and go on about how all the cast and crew did a fucking fantastic job. Like you can really tell they put their heart and soul into this episode.

I mean dear god I’m going to be in shambles for the next two years this episode was insane.