#devilsxminioned

୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪💋 ⋅  ────                      Was it too bold of them to be sending such an explicit little photo like that to someone they knew wrote stories about people for a living? Maybe, but it’s not like Roman’s reputation could fall any further than plummeting sales in the company they intended to revive. And getting kicked out of the family for it. So why not have a little fun with something new? That is if their message is even acknowledged — but of course Roman’s ego was far too big to even think that was going to go ignored. 

It takes a bit of time but that little ding is heard and they reach over for their phone as they set down the martini they were nursing. Doll. That’s new. And Roman takes quite a liking to it. And they drop down into fur blankets with a bitten back smirk. 

Sitting on the message for a few minutes as they watch their favorite little number in Chicago that they have playing in the background, all just to make him sweat a little bit.

[ sms: Mr. Molloy ] No. 😢 [ sms: Mr. Molloy ] Can you believe that? [ sms: Mr. Molloy ] Wanna come take care of me? I’ll let you bounce whatever you want off this ass, hm?

Subtly of course lost because Roman never could seem to do anything without being crude. But it’s tame for them. And to be a little cheeky they add: 

[ Txt: My Quiet Obsession ] I was informed by a very kind young woman who I believe may have drank too much that I am texting you far too quickly & committing an forbidden act known as ' double texting '. She said I was supposed to ' leave you on read ' for a bit before answering. I will admit it was very boring & lonely without you buzzing my pocket however, Mon Cher.

[ Txt: My Quiet Obsession ] Shy ? I find it hard to believe you've been shy a day in your life ! Besotted ... is probably about right, however.

A soft touch to his hair, tugging a strand of it behind Armand’s ear, followed by gentle teeth nipping on his earlobe. A pleasant little tremble went through the Vampire’s entire body. This human was Armand’s human. Just his! His eyes closed as he nuzzled against that warm cheek with a little hum. Cold fingers caressed over Daniel’s hand. 

Wait what? Daniel did what?

“You really…? OH! Screw the gallery. We have a date, the gallery will be fine if we’re too late.” He turned and wrapped his arms around Daniel before kissing him on the lips enthusiastically. That was a date, wasn’t it? The Vampire jumped up from Daniel’s lap and headed over into the bathroom at vampiric speed. He threw all his clothes off his body first, then he jumped in the shower to wash his hair properly. With just a towel around his waist, Armand dried his curls and styled them properly in the way Daniel liked them.

Then he made it back to their actual room in nothing but his towel. A frown formed on his face as he stood in front of the closet. Daniel said he was supposed to make himself cute. What was cute? He crossed his arms over his chest. What was cute? His wardrobe was 80% black clothes, and 18% all shades of dark colors, and 2% the rest. Some more time passed until Armand grabbed a few clothes and headed to the bathroom again. He got dressed in black trousers and a dark blue velvet button shirt with a low V-cut.

“My love?” Armand headed back to Daniel as soon as he was fully dressed. “Is that fine? Or is it too flashy? Should I wear a black turtleneck instead?” How should Armand know what people wear for dates these days?

'devoted, yearning, and obsessive' prompts.

compared to some of the other outfits that dorian has worn that week, he thought that the one he wore today was rather understated — what with how he was wearing a white dress, albeit one with very poofy sleeves, and pearls to adorn it. dorian had spent a whole hour in his closet before ultimately selecting that one, however, as some of the more ostentatious things he owned weren't exactly appropriate to wear regarding his current circumstances and the more 'normal' clothes he saw in there weren't fancy enough for his taste. dorian was going to see a man, as it were, and even though he wasn't seeing them for the sake of romance... that usually meant he had a certain image to project in front of them.

but in any case, this man had an idea that he was coming, as he'd asked none other than daniel molloy to meet him at a slightly upscale (but not super fancy) restaurant in new york. and this was because dorian wanted to quote unquote 'discuss something.' with that, dorian understood how this could be interpreted in a different context (especially with him dressing up), but he had made no attempt thus far to let daniel know that this was not a date. still, it seemed that upon arriving at the restaurant with the reporter already present, dorian thought he might've felt something for him. this was because, after settling down at the table and telling daniel he needed his help with something?

somehow, the conversation veered into 'sorry, i'm getting distracted by how you look in that dress, and whenever you contacted me... well, i couldn't help but hope that maybe this was more than a business meeting' territory (or something along those lines). dorian normally would've shut daniel down right then and there then, but he asked him what makes him different from any other man that might want to date him. and then came the devotion. or, at least, that was roughly how it went to his understanding. it was only when daniel went to the whole 'i could watch you exist for the rest of my life' territory that dorian inhaled deeply and gnawed on his bottom lip. that was actually a new and creative one, he had to give daniel that.

❝ oh, daniel — am i allowed to call you that? you are sweet. very sweet, actually. the thing is, when you look past all of the pretty ways a person may adorn themselves and their overall appearance, so you get to know who they actually are? more often than not, it's revealed that things aren't nearly as glamorous as they thought they were in the first place. i have... some secrets, daniel, and i have come to you today to ask you if you could use your talents as a journalist to essentially help save me from a potential scandal. ❞ dorian frowned as he traced the rim of the wine glass in front of him absentmindedly. he looked at the chardonnay within it with his eyebrows furrowed at first, then looked back up at daniel.

maybe it wasn't entirely a surprise that dorian was getting dressed in quote unquote 'something more comfortable,' but in all honesty? he kind of liked the thought of daniel anticipating what he was going to see. so, after getting dressed in a see-through purple baby-doll piece of lingerie that really didn't leave anything to the imagination, dorian called daniel over in a sing-song tone as he sat behind the slightly see-through canopy around his bed; for he wanted to wait until the perfect moment to actually open the curtains around it, and that would be whenever the other's eyes caught on the canopy. ❝ daniel... you know, i have a feeling that you're going to be quite pleased with the outfit i picked out for you today, darling. it's purple — the color of royalty. ❞

dorian made sure that he was in an alluring position once he opened the canopy to his bed just enough for daniel to see most of what he was missing currently then. the curtain slid open with an almost bounce-like motion, though, as he sat on his knees on the bed with his back arched. one arm rested above his head as he had slithered his other hand below the visible chest-piece of his lingerie to cover a nipple, and his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip to appear even more alluring. it became obvious soon enough afterward that dorian had been toying with himself a bit as he brought his hand off of his nipple, revealing that it was swollen and pink already, and there was something new there — pieces of hardware around not just that one but both his nipples, meaning he had gotten them pierced sometime recently, as that had definitely not been there before.

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It should’ve been a nice evening, just them and nothing else. Well, just like every evening, but this time Armand decided to take Daniel out again. There was so much about Miami they hadn’t seen, so they left Night Island behind for tonight.

They went to Downtown Miami, where Armand took Daniel to one of the best restaurants at first. Of course, he would make sure that his beloved was well fed before they could explore the city a little more and have a ride on the Skyviews Miami Observation Wheel, which reminded Armand of their London Eye date a few years ago. This night was one of those moments where they could both forget about their quarrels and the hardships their years-long relationship had gone through. It was also one of those moments where Armand allowed himself not to think about how much time they would have left. Nothing seemed to matter, only their happiness, holding hands and joking around.

At least this was what Armand thought, but someone had to ruin it for him. While holding Daniel’s hand to guide him to the beach, they were stopped by a young man who was surely not older than sixteen, maybe seventeen at best. The boy had red, curly hair and was smaller than Armand.

“Hey, is that your boyfriend?” the boy asked impudently, which already appalled Armand more than he wanted to admit. “Yes? What about him?” The red-haired boy smiled at Daniel, then he looked back at Armand. “He is pretty.”

Armand’s eye twitched. What did this mortal little asshole say? Did he just hit on Daniel in front of Armand? Yes, Daniel was pretty. Yes, he was a catch, but that doesn’t mean that someone could randomly voice that out in front of Armand. “What did you—?!” the boy winked at Daniel before he walked past them. Scandalized, Armand gasped for air. Did this mortal just wink at his boyfriend? The Vampire shoved the sleeves of his white, silken shirt up. Rage reflected in his eyes, and Daniel certainly saw that Armand was getting ready to beat the boy up and suck him dry. 

Before Armand could move any further, Daniel stepped in front of him, with a hand on his chest. He said something, but Armand didn’t listen since he was still listening to the boy’s thoughts. 

“Beloved!!! Get out of my way. He disrespected me!!! I'm angry!!!!! I'll kill him!!!!! I don’t care that he only called you pretty. I did not allow him to flirt with you, I—”

Armand wanted to rant further, but the sudden, reassuring, soothing kiss on his lips stopped his rant before the Vampire could escalate even further and really harm someone in the process.

"Are you going to lecture me to not let my temper get the better of me?" He asked rubbing his now sore knuckles. No, that was not his lecturing face this was....almost as if cartoon hearts were flying from his eyes. "Yeah ,yeah I know, sticks and stones....I shouldn't let words provoke me..let's go home I've lost my mood for bars"

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Armand kept his hands clasped behind his back. Big tangerine eyes stared at the drunk man who decided to throw a fit right into Armand’s face. Daniel had been at the bar to get himself a drink when his mere existence seemed to have offended a man. A slur was spoken towards the colour of Armand’s skin and the French accent he spoke with when using English. And it seemed to bother him even more that Armand showed absolutely no reaction. His face was a perfect mask of indifference, and his lips seemed to be sealed. It disturbed the drunk man so much that he started yelling loud enough to catch Daniel’s attention. Oh, and HOW he caught Daniel’s attention.

Armand looked at his mortal boyfriend, who appeared by his side and positioned himself in front of Armand in what felt like seconds. Did Daniel abandon his drink? In pure silence, Armand watched the scene, and he watched it escalate quickly. One slur later, and the man had the (questionable) honour to meet Daniel’s fist. The Vampire lifted his hand and used his mind gift to freeze the room. But the entire time his eyes remained on Daniel. Wasn’t his beautiful boy absolutely adorable? The way he jumped to Armand’s defense immediately and used violence in such a delicious manner...Armand didn’t even notice how he stared at Daniel with pure adoration and desire.

Without saying something right away, Armand took Daniel’s hand in his own and observed the bruised and reddish knuckles. That clearly looked a little unpleasant. The Vampire lifted the warm hand to his lips and placed a few kisses on the bruised skin.

❝Why should I lecture you?❞ he asked blankly. ❝You defended me. That was very brave of you. My beautiful brave boy.❞ Another kiss was placed on Daniel’s knuckles. Then he slipped his long, lean fingers between Daniel’s. Whenever they held hands, Armand’s hand looked even smaller. The room remained frozen until they left the bar. Only then would Armand release the tight grip he held on the mortals in there. ❝Do your knuckles hurt? I feel very tingly now, Beloved. But if your knuckles hurt, we might not...❞

Oh, another trick question. Or course, all his questions were trickery in that they sought to entice Lestat to reveal things he had not yet shared and perhaps never would. Daniel was not duplicitous but he was cunning and shrewd. There was the obvious answer, the expected answer. The one from the lips of a flippant and sarcastic vampire who cared little for the feelings of others, who was both arrogant and yet charismatic enough to be forgiven. A lie, well rehearsed. Why did Daniel even ask if he knew that's what he would get? Because Lestat had arranged this meeting of his own accord and in doing so, confessed some vulnerability.

He wanted to be heard. He wanted to be known. He wanted to correct the misconceptions though he found it nearly impossible to stop enforcing them. Torn between the performance, his masterful acting, a dedication to his craft two hundred years in the making and his desperate desire to be seen for who he was, and not for who he allowed everyone to think he had become. The ache to be recognized, to be treated with care and concern. To be loved, the way he loved. Part of him wanted to be candid and honest, the way Louis had been. And the other part of him hated the idea, that Daniel might hear and judge and think less of him. That anyone might.

These impulses warred inside him and always he wondered if it was even possible, if there was anyone who might gaze upon him and all his wounds and choose him, and if he could ever even let them if they did. Back and forth. Eventually, one had to win. "I am exactly where I want to be. Put here by my own power. I am The Vampire Lestat, and they chant my name and sing my lyrics back to me and I am loved and despised and completely myself." There was something else, another answer. More genuine, more sincere. But it caught in his throat and he could not speak it aloud and in its place was the practiced reply: I'm fine. Everything is fine.