#ivegotlongfangs

Daniel had been abandoned for two whole years, only for Armand to walk back into his life. Over and over again he heard the words : it was out of love. They echoed rent free in his head, overlayed any thoughts he had about the documentary or about himself. It was out of love. Those words had surprised him in ways he couldn’t even describe, and put butterflies in his undead stomach. He was going to give this a chance. After all, he had a lot to learn.

He knew he was stronger than any normal fledglings, but he hadn’t manifested a single power of his own besides basic mind reading. Fledglings were meant to be pieces of their maker, and the more they made the weaker they were. Daniel was his first and only born. He didn’t understand it, except that he hadn’t a real teacher. Lestat hadn’t a teacher really either at first, but then he’d met Armand and grew stronger. Louis learned from Lestat and he too grew stronger from Armand. Would this be the same for him?

It was out of love.

He’d been in a deep slumber, or at least thought he was, when he’d heard the words again. Maybe he could simply sense Armand standing over him, watching as he lay in bed. Yes, a bed, not a closet, and not even a coffin. Slowly his eyes started to open. Was it even night yet? No.. no the first thing he saw was streaks of light peeling through the sides of closed curtains. He had gone home with Armand; though right now he couldn’t remember if home was a hotel, an apartment, or what.

Daniel closes his eyes as Armand tugs on his hair, enjoying the way it sends tendrils of sensation crawling along his scalp and down the back of his neck.

"Yeah?" he asks when he opens them again, searching Armand's face from his spot knelt on the floor between his legs.

"You're quieter than usual, baby." Not that Daniel needs Armand to perform, but a little verbal feedback goes a long way since they can't communicate telepathically anymore.

But everything about Armand's body language says all systems go, and he has confirmed to carry on. He wraps his hand around Armand's hard cock and pumps him, the saliva from where Daniel's mouth was moments ago easing the slide.

"You're sure you don't want me to change anything?" Slow down, choke on it, Daniel's open to all suggestions.

Lestat was more than aware of his fractious relationship with Claudia. They had experienced plenty of ups and downs in their time and that was probably because of how similar they were. Their temperaments were almost the same and that caused friction. Lestat had never truly realised how difficult he could be until he had engaged in a shouting match with this girl who was so much like him that there was no doubting he was her father. He should never have made her but he had been weak and he knew there would be a reckoning at some point for that weakness. Still, he would enjoy what little positive time they had together while it was possible.

@ivegotlongfangs // meme

The violin stopped but Nicolas did not turn to face him yet, no he would make Lestat look at the back of him a few seconds longer rather than bestow on him attention instantly. Lestat might have been turned into this....Lucifer's angel on the loose but the boy from Auvergne never changed.

Armand sits in a dark corner of the dressing room. The flimsy security to access their backstage had been of little consequence to a vampire like him. He wanted to walk away. Part of him knows all that waits him in this confrontation is simply more humiliation. But perhaps that is exactly why he came back. For the same reason his performance excited him just as much as it enraged him.

He turns his face towards where those people were. The adrenaline fueled heartbeats of the fans leaving the venue are easy to spot even through the concrete walls. The almost glowing amber hues trail further, counting the members of the band and production still in the building by their heartbeats. Finally his eyes turn back to the man in front of him when his shadow adds to the dark already enveloping him. His lips part slightly when he touches his hair. Humiliation.

" Only you would consider attention an achievement when you've had to beg for it. " He responds. A bite to his usually calm voice that betrays his agitation. He rises to his feet. " You exposed me to a room full of mortals. My words were genuine, Lestat. But I suppose you don't care. "

Armand can't help but glance down at his lips. He turns his face away. Humiliation.

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He  had  only  been  reading  one  of  the  many  books  on  philosophy  that  Lestat  owned,  or  in  this  case  pretending  too.  He  lost  interest  in  it  two  chapters  in.  "Never."  Is  said  as  he  closed  the  book  putting  it  on  the  side  before  turning  his  full  attention  to  her.  "Something  wrong?  You  don’t  normally  get  my  permission  first."  He  was  quick  to  ask.  “Les  yell  at  you  in  French  again?" 

"Still thinking about that wall, huh?"

Daniel tilts his head. He watches Armand with the same intensity Daniel is watched with, gazing into huge eyes that are orange like portals to hell. He's almost lost in it until he remembers himself and then allows his perception to take in the rest of him: the barest hint of a furrow on his otherwise smooth brow, unspoken language held in the preternatural stillness of his elegant frame, Armand's hesitation when he reaches out to touch.

Every night Armand opens more to him, his pages easier to read. "You don't want it like that," Daniel observes and then reassures, "neither do I."

Daniel reaches out now, his voice low and coaxing as if addressing a skittish animal, "C'mere."

His hand cradles the back of Armand's head, fingers slipping beneath his curls to keep from snagging them, caressing his scalp. The kiss Daniel presses onto Armand's mouth is gentle as it is exploratory, balanced right on the edge of heat before he murmurs against his lips, "Let me show you?"

"Yeah. You were the only one I could think of that would actually get it." Lestat and Armand would only make things worse. Nicolas didn't know much about Louis, admittedly. But he also didn't really want to. There was something awkward about meeting his rebound replacement. Daniel, on the other hand, knew what it was like to deal with all of those assholes, both as a human and a vampire. And he was a connoisseur of the finest intoxicants.