#fuck him and louis and armand you were asked to eat and you starved to death on thay stage

[mean-vampyre]

So sad to be lestat and cross an ocean to get your spotlight and then be outcunted in love devotion by madeleine and in vengeance by claudia. They said sit down toxic yaoi, a true yuri warrior is talking.

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

Distraction

My latest Armand/Daniel fic. Under a read more link bc things get spicy Or read it here on ao3

Daniel isn't stupid, despite what his ex-wives believe. He knows he isn't getting out of the place. Couldn't leave if he wanted to. Doesn't mean he's going to stop doing his job. Because dammit, now he's invested.

The knock on the door startles him, and he realizes he's been hunched over his laptop the last four hours. Sometimes he gets like this, hyper focuses and forgets the world. Shit, he neck hurts.

“Come in.”

Armand breezes inside. Daniel glances his way and then turns his head fully to look at him. He's wearing black silk pajama pants and a black silk bathrobe. There's nothing underneath the robe, though it is tied, albeit loosely. Daniel can see all the way down to his navel. Not that he's looking.

Daniel pulls off his glasses. He rubs his eyes and looks back at the screen. He's in the middle of writing what will be the novelization of this interview. It's more of an outline than an actual book right now, especially considering he hasn't gotten to the end of the story. He wanted to get farther than he has, but at his age sleep is more important than work.

“Good evening, Mr. Molloy.”

Daniel gestures to his laptop. “Something you need? I'm working here.”

Armand shrugs, causing the robe to slip a little off one shoulder. Daniel is ninety percent certain it's on purpose. Which is interesting, to say the least. And hell, he likes Louis. Sure, he tells himself he doesn't, but when it gets down to you, he's got a soft spot for him. So he probably shouldn't be eyeing the 'love of his life' like a starving man offered a five course meal.

“I wanted to see how you were. You missed your evening meal.”

Missed is the nice way of putting it. Daniel had told the person who came to get him to fuck off. He's been busy working. “Wasn't hungry.”

“You have to eat.”

“You sound like my first wife. She liked to nag.”

Armand ignores the jab. “I brought you a smoothie. You can drink it and work at the same time.”

Daniel hadn't noticed the glass in his hand, but in his defense, there was a lot of skin on display. He's only human. “Thanks.”

He reaches out to take it, more from finely ingrained manners his mother instilled than any actual desire. Armand's hand goes out to meet his and their fingers brush. It's the first time they've touched, and it's electric. Sparks ignite, and Daniel feels like a teenager with his first real infatuation. That hot, fluttery feeling in his stomach and the desperate, yawning pit in his chest.

To save face, he takes the cup and takes a swallow. It isn't bad—pineapple, with something sweet. Honey. The little shit.

He makes eye contact as he takes another swallow. Armand watches the way his throat moves, not attempting to hide the naked fascination. Daniel carefully sits the glass down on the desk beside him and swivels the chair to face Armand. “Was there something else you wanted?”

Armand's eyes snap up and connect with his. “I think you know exactly what I want, Mr. Molloy.”

Daniel does. He isn't fucking stupid. He knows how to connect the dots. He has poor impulse control. “Well then, are you gonna come take it, or what?”

Armand launches himself at him, inhumanly fast. Then Daniel has a lap full of squirming vampire and Armand is kissing him. Kissing him like those couples Daniel used to see back when he was doing puff pieces about soldiers returning home from deployment. It's a lot. It's not enough.

Daniel's hands go Armand's waist and find the tie. He breaks away from the kiss and murmurs against his mouth “May I?”

Usually, he wouldn't be asking permission this late in the game, not when the outcome was a given. But it feels important—and he can't figure out why, it just does—to ask with Armand. He pulls the tie free and slides his hands inside and up Armand's ribs. Armand bends down to kiss him again and nips at his bottom lip. And Jesus fuck, if he were as young as twenty years ago that could have had him hard in his pants. Not to be outdone, his thumbs find Armand's nipples and rub them until Armand whimpers against his mouth.

It's the hottest fucking thing Daniel has ever heard. Any lingering thoughts of betraying Louis vanish.

He slides his hands up the back of Armand's thighs and hefts him, standing at the same time. Armand effortlessly winds his legs around his waist, slotting into place like he'd been there a hundred times. And wait a second...

“Take me to bed, Mr. Molloy,” Armand whispers into his year, arms twining around his neck and Daniel loses his train of thought. All he can think of is the cool skin of Armand's thighs that he can feel through the thin pants, and the sweet way he tastes as Daniel mouths along his neck. He wishes vampires could bruise, so he could leave a mark on him. Armand chuckles warmly at the thought.

“Stay outta my head,” Daniel orders, sucking at the thin skin of his neck as he walks them to the bed. Armand moans prettily, too prettily to be sincere. He just wants to get him riled up to get what he wants, brat that he is. Well, he won't get it now, not until Daniel feels like giving it to him.

Daniel deposits Armand onto it and braces himself over top of him. He bends an arm down and runs his thumb over Armand's bottom lip. “You sound as pretty as any whore.”

“I used to be a whore,” Armand says, as casually as if he were mentioning the weather. Shit shit shit. Daniel purposely has no thoughts or opinions on the matter. He's not going to think something and piss off Armand. He will kick his own ass if he fucks this up and doesn't get Armand into bed.

“Yeah?” Then because he's a goddamn fool and the king of taking chances, “Can you do me a favor? Don't perform, just be yourself for me.”

Armand is silent for a beat. “Alright.”

“Good boy,” Daniel says. Either he'll be into it, or it'll piss him off. Either one were a turn on.

“I think you'll find you just find me a turn on, Mr. Molloy,” Armand says, voice dark and amused.

Daniel slides a thigh up between Armand's legs and presses against his groin. He bits down harshly on Armand's neck. “Stay out of my head.”

The noise Armand makes should be illegal. If he were only twenty years younger...

“If you take some of my blood, you could get it up,” Armand says, offering like it's nothing.

“Yeah? What happened to “I wouldn't let you near my neck?” Daniel mocks, copying Armand's accent and odd pronunciations.

“I wasn't trying to fuck you then, Mr. Molloy.”

And Daniel can tell himself it's just because he's horny. But it's mostly because he just wants to try it. Because at his core, he's just a junkie looking for his next high. Whether it's from interviewing an actual goddamn vampire to sucking Armand's blood, he'll do anything to chase that buzz. “Yeah, alright, give it to me.”

Armand laughs and draws a fingernail over his own neck, cutting a deep gash. He presses his bloody hand into Daniel's hair and presses his mouth to his neck. Daniel's first thought is shit, now I'll have to wash my hair tonight and his next as the blood touches his mouth is how the fuck could I care about fucking shampoo during this? Armand's blood tastes sweet, not pineapples and honey sweet, but something unique to him. He tastes good and he feels great. Daniel feels like he could fly to the fucking moon.

“Only if you fly me with you, Mr. Molloy.”

Daniel sucks on his neck harshly, causing a sharp cry from Armand. He can't tell if it's pleasure or pain. He hopes it's pleasure.

“Pleasure yes, it's good, don't stop.”

Daniel pulls back from his cut and mouths along his collar bones. “Don't be bossy.” He dips down and flicks a tongue over a nipple. Armand's back arches up off the bed and he grinds against Daniel's thigh. Daniel bites down on his nipple, a bit harder than was nice. Armand gasps and shivers against him. “And stay out of my head.”

“You like me bossy,” Armand says grinning. He pulls Daniel down to kiss him, but Daniel pulls back at the last second.

“Yeah, well, don't tell anybody,” he says, returning to his cut and licking along its edge. His hand slides inside Armand's waistband to find nothing but skin underneath. “and Stay. Out. Of. My. Head.” He enunciates each sentence with a rough stroke over Armand's dick.

Armand arches against him and moans wantonly. “You mortals think so loud when you're aroused. It's hard not to hear.”

Daniel bites at his wound. “Are you whining at me right now?”

Armand huffs, “I'm not whining.”

He was, but Daniel isn't going to press it. He's too close to getting his dick wet. He just has to keep his smart mouth shut long enough to bur himself inside Armand.

Armand laughs wickedly, and says, “What makes you think you'll be the one on top?”

“Stay out-”

“-of your head. I know. You are thinking you'd like to do something better with my smart mouth. Is that what you want Mr. Molloy? Do you want me to me to put my mouth around you and swallow you down my throat?” Then, just because he is a vile, terrible creature he adds “I don't have a gag reflex, you know; they trained that out of us at the brothel.”

Daniel freezes for a second, because genuinely, what the fuck was he supposed to say to that? He realizes Armand is just saying shit to throw him off, but it begs the question why he needs control so badly? Doesn't really matter in the end, Daniel doesn't mind handing over the reins, if that's what Armand needs to feel comfortable.

“Look, I can't take it and walk tomorrow at this age,” Daniel says, because why not be fucking honest? “But you can still be in charge, from any position. I'm yours to command.”

The corner of Armand's mouth quirks a little bit. He reaches a hand up and traces over Daniel's lips. “You're so careful of me. I won't break.”

Daniel smirks. “Babe, you're going to fucking shatter.”

“Oh?” Armand arches an eyebrow. “I'd like to see you try.”

“I'd like to see me succeed. Bet you'd be real pretty.” Daniel moves his fingers to Armand's mouth before he can reply. “Open up, baby.” Armand does, and Daniel pushes two fingers inside his mouth. Armand sucks on them greedily, lathering them with spit. “Fuck,” Daniel breathes, completely entranced. He reluctantly pulls his fingers away and wraps the wet hand back around Armand's dick.

Armand shivers against him and tilts his head back. Daniel latches onto the cut and sucks at it, long, hard pulls. Armand moans openly beneath him and buries both hands in his hair, tugging at the roots as he writhed in his grasp. Daniel bites at the edge of the cut, “Behave.”

Armand's hands loosened their grip. Daniel rewards him by returning to his neck and drinking deeply. He can't believe he's never tried this. This is the best goddamn high he's ever had. He'd do anything to have this. Anything to chase this feeling. Anything for-

“For me, anything for me, Mr. Molloy.” Armand finishes. He's arched all pretty, pert little nipples on display. Daniel wants to bite them. “Yes, do it,” Armand chants. Daniel obliges and bites down on his left nipple, worrying it with his teeth until Armand's hand is back clutching at his hair. Jesus, a guy could get addicted to this.

“Fuck, I want to fuck you. I want to eat you out. I want to suck your cock. I want all of it, all at once.”

Armand shivers and jerks his head down. “Left pocket, bottle of lube.”

“Cocky bastard.”

“I was right, wasn't I?” Armand purrs.

Daniel retrieves the bottle and squirts some over his fingers. He delves one finger straight into Armand's hole. It isn't warm like a human, it was cool to the touch, like the corpse he was. Daniel thinks he's probably sick for liking it. He sinks another finger inside Armand and stretches them out. He curls them until he finds that spot that makes Armand gasp, then rubs over it relentlessly.

Armand is quivering around him before he stops. He doesn't quiver for long though, as he bolts up and spins Daniel round on his back and crawls over top of him. He jerks Daniel's pants down and climbs into his lap. He sinks slowly, so slowly, unto his cock.

Daniel's hands fly up to grip his hips, but Armand bats them away. He pins them down on either side of the pillow and grinds in place on his lap. Daniel sees stars. “No touching.”

Daniel wants to groan. But he's not going to press, he's not that kinda guy. “Okay, okay, I'll be good.”

Armand releases his hold and starts absolutely bouncing on his cock. And fucking christ, he has to fight not to come like some teenager getting hole for the first time. Daniel's resolve to be good doesn't last long, and he's got his hands clutching Armand's hips, his mouth back working on his neck.

From the noises Armand is making, he doesn't mind. Daniel wraps a hand around his cock and pumps him in rhythm with his hips. Daniel can tell Armand is getting close, the way he tightens around him and starts to gasp “Mr. Molloy,”

“Call me Daniel while I'm fucking you.”

“Daniel, Daniel, Daniel,” Armand rasps, voice raw from moaning. His whole body shakes as he comes over Daniel's hand.

It's so good it nearly sends Daniel tipping over the edge, and he wants to ask if he can finish inside, but he can't find his words, and really, why is this the one time Armand isn't in his head?

“Do it,” Armand whispers, clenching around him. And Daniel comes, comes harder than he has in the last three decades. It's good, so good.

Armand collapses down unto his chest and folds his arms, resting his chin on his hands. His gaze is on Daniel's face. Daniel isn't sure what he's looking for, so he just strokes a hand up over his jaw and into his hair, tucks a stray lock back in place. “You're a great fucking distraction.”

Armand grins at him, and Daniel remembers at once that Armand is a predator.

“I'm not through distracting you yet, Daniel.”