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When he’d moved in with Armand, Daniel didn’t have much clothes to start with. He came with just a bag full of items, including his old typewriter, a recorder, some tapes and a few changes of clothes. But that wasn’t enough for his vampire. Armand wanted him to have the best of everything; and that included an all new wardrobe.

Everything his vampire wore was couture. It was high fashion, something you’d see off the Paris runways. Armand had all the contacts one would ever need in the world of fashion, and it wasn’t too long that he’d told Daniel it was time to head to LA to go shopping.

Daniel thought maybe they’d go shopping around San Francisco, but oh no. This was a matter of taking a private jet from one city to the next, where Daniel sipped on champagne, and let Armand sip on him. Already his day had been made in delights, but he’d never been to Los Angeles, and into Bel Air and Hollywood, which was there destination.

Even for a vampire, Armand knew all the important people. It made Daniel wonder if they knew he was a vampire. Were they actual business contacts or had Armand used his gifts upon them? He didn’t care either way.

He’d go on about how all of this wasn’t necessary, how he didn’t need all this luxury, but Daniel not so secretly loved it. He loved that Armand was spoiling the shit out of him. And really? It was hard to hide a secret from Armand.

Where they went he hadn’t expected. He figured it would be walking downtown store to store, modeling what fit but no. Next thing he knew their car was pulling up to a huge mansion on the west side of Hollywood in the hills. There was a gate, security, the whole nine. Daniel hadn’t seen anything like it in his life.

And when they came into the house it was full of people, all beautiful too, seemingly busy and dashing about. There was a whole room filled with just tables, mirrors, and makeup artists. He saw racks upon racks of clothes. Was this all for him?

They were shown to another part of the large home where a runway stood. Someone came out to greet Armand, but right now? His mind was just blown by the grandiose situation. Was all this fuss just for him? Were these people here just for him? No way. Daniel didn’t need all this!

And now other chic people came out. The funny thing was? Daniel didn’t see himself as model material, but already now that the designers were seeing their subject in person? They were already fawning. But for Daniel? Hell. He knew he was hot, he just wasn’t.. one of the beautiful people.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable and needing some comfort, he moved closer to Armand, curled an arm in his. “ Armand. “ A helpless laugh. “ I’m not worth all this! “ Oh you sweet summer child. Daniel had no idea he’d be modeling more than just clothes today.

Daniel was starting to put the pieces together or atleast attempting to. He had recovered fragments of memories. Some triggered by events in his daily life that triggered and reminded him of the past armand or they would come to him briefly in dreams. "I'm probably just being paranoid." He didn't want it to be true. The boy was mostly asking for reassurance from his boyfriend.

Interview with the Vampire had done so well for him. Louis hated it, apparently Lestat hated it, and he had no clue about Armand — his maker that made him and ran, but he was pretty sure he hated it too. Armand had been against the whole idea from the start, but Louis wanted it.

Daniel wrote his impressions, his feelings, and he didn’t mince words. It was part of his charm. It had done so well, his publisher already wanted another book. He’d told him to blow him, until he found out it was the vampire Lestat that truly wanted the book, to set the story straight. There were two sides to every story, yeah? And Daniel had been hoping that Lestat would tell his.

And now that Lestat had come forward as this big rockstar icon, it made it all the more interesting and he had so many questions. One big one being ; you’re doing this for Louis, aren’t you? To protect him after the damn book. As angry as Lestat might’ve been at it, it was clear after talking to Louis that Lestat still loved him, even though that wasn’t what Louis wanted right now. And you know instead of working out their problems, he’d fucked off with Armand and avoided him still.

He wanted to meet Lestat alone before any of the real interview got started. So he’d decided to meet him in this fancy, Los Angeles loft he apparently owned. Even Lestat had said come alone, but a random woman met him first when he’d come in to the lower levels. She was giggling, her lipstick smudged. “ Lestat will be down in a minute. “ And with that giggling demeanor she’d left.

“ Fucking your secretary? Ya know that’s what got me stuck in a second marriage, pal! “ He shouted out to the higher level, to closed doors with a smirk. But there he was, in all his leather jacket bound glory, equipped with those shades that had now become his favorite. Other than it was a simple set of jeans, boots, and top. He could’ve been something out of a James Dean flick, if he didn’t appear so old, and even now he looked a younger old than ever.

Vampirism was wonderful on the wrinkles.

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Armand resisted the sneer begging to come to his face when he was called a cunt, by the king of all cunts really, in his opinion. He’d refuse to let Lestat win at whatever game he was playing at the moment, which seemed to be merely one of just attention. However, when he barely knicked his cheek and tasted blood, his amber eyes raged.

He snatched Lestat’s wrist, twisting it, forcing it away and just challenging him to truly let himself loose and break the bones of his arm. He hissed with his fangs out, voice stern as he twisted it into an ever more painful position, growling darkly.

“ Never take an elder’s blood unless it is given, you stupid boy. “ Because in his eyes, no matter their ages, Armand has centuries on him. His cheek healed simply enough, but it was the point of the thing. Bloodsharing was an intimate act among their kind, and he wasn’t about to give it away for free — especially to a thing that broke his heart long ago.

He’d thought he’d won when Louis chose him too but that had been a farce as well. He released his arm, just as he was close to breaking it, moving further out onto the balcony, smirking softly in the moonlight. “ So. He has abandoned you too. *Our* Louis. “

It hadn’t even been very long ago when Daniel woke up, injured in a drug den. He had a gaping wound on his throat, and had no idea how he’d gotten there. He felt like time was missing. Had his drug been laced? Hell when he came to it was a while after the last time he remembered. And he wasn’t sure how he got the strange wound on his throat.

He’d gone back to his dump of an apartment, tried to keep the wound clean. He couldn’t afford a doctor. But San Francisco was a land of dreams for a queer man like him. Even if his place was small and tattered, it was his, and he was away from his abusive father and shitty family. He could finally be himself.

Of course this came with the pride movement, and in the seventies and disco which swam with drugs, and Daniel was on a life raft. He’d OD’d before, but it didn’t stop him from the drugs. It didn’t stop him from the gay club he went to tonight, and it wasn’t stopping him from scoring something.

He was a little sweaty from dancing, flirting, trying to maybe find someone to take him home for the night. He kinda hated sleeping in an empty bed. So he’d made his way to the bar, trying to shout his order over all the music, the chattering of men, and the scent of musk. “ Vodka martini! “

The bartender arched a brow. “ You kiddin’ me, Danny? You still haven’t paid up your last bar tab!”

Daniel scoffed. “ You know I hate that name. And hey! Maybe with a martini I can loosen up tonight, yeah? Find someone, if you get what I mean? You’d have your cash in no time. “

Armand swayed his head, turning his head into the fingers that traced his lips. Then his chin was lifted and those deep amber and red eyes of his stared up at him in such a kittenish fashion. His eyes were certainly one of his finer features.

“ I believe you know I can handle that. “ He cooed, but was quickly dragged by his collar. They’d been lovers a hundred or more years ago, and sometimes it felt like those days had been yesterday. But this was now, the modern age of mankind.

Like it was nothing he was thrown over his knee, spanked, and Armand didn’t even let out a moan. Instead it was a false sigh of disappointment, and he tried to rest his head on folded arms. He knew just what to say to get him a little angry, a little more aggressive.

“ Shame. My maker Marius would beat me with a whip, even when I was human, and it was much stronger than this. “ He smirked into his arms.

Daniel had been patiently waiting, knowing Armand would rouse once the coffin lid had been opened and closed. He’d left him in the bedroom, and was in the living room when he came in there.

His eyes widened when he saw that not only did Armand certainly love the artwork, but he’d framed it! And now, he was moving to hang it right in their living room for all to see! Armand had business associates that came around now and then, which meant they’d see this framed image of his naked self first!

Maybe it’d soften the blow, since half the time they were doing naughty things during his business meetings anyway.

He couldn’t blush any longer. He only had that soft but permanent pinkish tone to his cheeks like a beautiful porcelain doll. “ Best piece you own? “ Armand had high value art!! “ Are. -are you sure you want it in the living room? Everyone who visits is gonna get an eyeful of my hard cock. “ Along with the sexy pose he’d done as well. But hell, Armand loved showing him off.

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