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If Daniel had any sense of self-preservation, he would've noticed or cared about the predatory glare aimed at him from the ancient creature lurking in the shadows of the almost empty car park.
"So how long have you been there, huh?"
When Armand stepped out of the shadows and into the faint glow of the streetlamp, Daniel felt his heart lurch. The noise from the tour bus and the nearby motorway seemed to disappear, leaving it feeling as if there were no one but the two of them.
"Long enough."
Daniel sighed, staggering forward as if drawn to his maker by magnetism. "Would've saved a whole lotta heartache, if you'd been here."
The corner of Armand's mouth twitched downwards, his eyes averting to the side.
"Do you feel it too?"
Armand met his gaze again. "Yes."
He felt frozen to the spot, overcome with longing and emotion and the urge to close the gap between them. Of course he was pissed, but that seemed to float away when Armand was finally here in front of him.
"I missed you."
It was raw and vulnerable. Fuck, he would beg Armand not to leave again if he had to.
"Daniel…" his maker's voice was smooth like silk, and he was even closer now, a mere few steps away.
"Fuck, y'know," Daniel fiddled with the finger that bore the precious mark, "went and fucked up two marriages, but not once have I not been invited to my own wedding before."
Armand's breath hitched, his lips parted in unsaid words. "Daniel…"
"We've really been married this whole time and you never told me?"
His maker stepped back, almost embarrassed. Daniel tried to control his rage, his confusion, his heartache and allow Armand time to explain himself.
"Yes."
Daniel huffed, his fists clenching and unclenching. "I should be mad. I am. Not at this, maybe that's a little fucked up or whatever. You know me. Just, you went and did all this, and still left me!"
"You are mine, beloved," Armand muttered darkly, his eyes flashing with something. "My fledgling, my blood, my one and only."
Damn him for trying to distract Daniel with those words, words he knew would twist at his heart strings.
"If I'm yours," Daniel started, anger and upset building inside him. "Why the fuck did you leave me? Sure as hell don't feel like I am!"
The breath was knocked out of him as Armand's hands grabbed his bare waist, suddenly inches from his face. Daniel simply let himself be walked backwards until he hit the side of the tour bus, blood rushing south as Armand pressed roughly against him.
"I was scared," Armand almost hissed, looking down at him as claws dug into his skin, "Are you happy now, Daniel? Will you continue to give yourself so recklessly to others to whom you do not belong to?"
"If I belong to you," Daniel spat, even though it was increasingly obvious how aroused he was becoming. "Then fucking act like it!"
A moan ripped from his throat as he was shoved backwards again by a hand on his chest.
"Everyone knows. My blood flows through your veins, every night. I have claimed you so thoroughly, fledgling, that it brought even someone like Lestat to see sense."
Daniel shuddered, desperately trying to get friction on his hard cock. His hips were held back by Armand's strong grip, and it was sweet torture.
"You, however," Armand's lips were hovering by his ear. "Have disappointed me. Perhaps you need a reminder of who you belong to, you little slut."
"Fuck, yeah, please," Daniel whined, allowing Armand to rip the ridiculous trousers he was wearing (probably Lestat's) from his body and onto the cold ground.
The next moment, he was being hoisted up by the backs of his thighs, naked back hitting the cold and dirty side of the tour bus, but Daniel couldn't find it in himself to care when Armand pressed them closer together, finally giving him the smallest bit of friction.
"You let him touch you," Daniel's hand was shoved up beside his head, Armand descending into the side of his neck. "You let him drink from you. You would have let him fill you, wouldn't you? Such a pathetic, desperate little slut you are."
Daniel moaned, feeling Armand fit his claws over the scars on his hips. Bring his hand to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to his ring finger that bore his claim.
"I'm high as fuck, man. And horny, like all the fuckin' time."
"You do not belong to Lestat," Armand's whispered darkly, fangs nipping at Daniel's skin. "You will not let him touch you. Ever again."
"Says the guy who fucked Lestat himself," Daniel quipped, finding himself crushed even further against the side of the bus, Armand's hand closing around his throat.
"Brat," Armand tightened his hold. "I shall take you right here, so you can remember precisely who you belong to, Daniel."
"Fuck, fuck, okay," Daniel was painfully hard now, his legs spread wide and wrapped around Armand's slender hips.
"Say it," Armand held him up with one arm, using the other to pull himself out of his pants and trousers. "You will never touch another again."
"Mmm, fuck," Daniel almost drooled at the sight of the thick length nudging his thighs. "Gonna keep me on a leash?"
"Yes," Armand dragged a claw down Daniel's thigh, gathering up the blood in his fingers and wrapping them around himself. "If I must. Now say it. I want to hear you, beloved."
"Say what?" Daniel continued to piss him off deliberately. "I'm your pet? Or… is there something else you wanted me to call you?"
"Companion. Husband. Yours," Armand finally sank his teeth into Daniel's neck, not giving him a chance to respond to that. The world slipped away, pleasure pulsing through him as his maker drank from his neck. Then the tip of his cock nudged against his hole, and Daniel could barely form a coherent thought in his mind.
"Yeah," he murmured breathlessly, gasping when he felt himself being breached. "I am, fuck, I am. All yours, your companion, husband, everything, yours."
Fangs separated from his skin, and finally, Armand's lips were on his, kissing him desperately and passionately as he shoved past any resistance from Daniel's tight hole. Any pain was welcomed, he loved it, Armand kissing him and Armand deep inside him, it was perfect.
Tasting his own blood on his maker's lips. A loud moan tore from him as he was shoved back by the force of Armand's sharp thrusts, their kiss turning sloppy as they grunted into each others' mouths.
"Say it again," Armand growled against his parted lips, not slowing down for a second with slamming him back against the bus. "Say it, Daniel!"
"Fuck, Armand!" Daniel cried out, one hand grabbing at Armand's hair and the other surely leaving scratches down the side of the bus. "Fuck, oh—I'm yours! Yours!"
"Good—good boy," Armand's head seemed to turn to something off to the side of them. "Beg me. Beg me as you told him you would."
Daniel barely even noticed wherever Armand was looking off to, unable to quiet his loud moans that would definitely get them overheard. "Please, babe, please! Fuck me, harder, please—"
"So good," Armand rewarded him with another deep kiss, swallowing the noises he made. Slamming him back with such a force the bus was creaking. After a moment he pulled back, spit still connecting them.
"You are mine, beloved. I'm—"
Armand stuttered, falling forward yet still managing to stare into the upper corner as he buried himself deep, grinding his hips and crying out as he spilled deep inside his lover.
That was all it took, feeling Armand fill him to the brim, to push Daniel over. His head smashed back against the bus, surely leaving a dent as he screamed and covered their bodies in his release. Armand was fucking him through it, slow and deep as he rode the high.
He was being held tightly, lovingly, kisses placed on his cheek and jaw. Daniel felt Armand slip out of him, and mourned the loss as he shakily found his feet.
His lover, his maker, was still there in front of him, and Daniel was desperate for him to not leave. He grabbed Armand's coat lapels, pulling him into another kiss. The other vampire melted into his gentle touch, letting their lips and tongues glide together effortlessly.
Unfortunately they were interrupted by something hitting them both in the head.
Daniel reluctantly pulled away, grabbing whatever had landed on him. "What the fuck?"
Armand frowned at the sight, his head darting back to where he was looking before.
"Who just threw a bra at—" Daniel noticed Armand's steely gaze and followed it up to an open window. There, leaning out of it, cigarette between his lips, was Lestat.
"Ah, bravo!" he called out from the window. "Quite the show there. I applaud you both."
"How long has he been there?!" Daniel turned to Armand, who was still aiming his dark stare at Lestat.
"A while," Armand replied, still not looking at him.
"Fuckin' hell," he looked back at Lestat, shoving the bra at Armand. "Enjoying the view then, creep?"
Lestat laughed. "Yes, yes. Precisely the entertainment my evening required."
With a cheeky grin at Armand, Lestat disappeared back through the window. Finally, their eyes locked.
"And you were fine with him up there watchin' us?"
Armand smirked, claws trailing down Daniel's side.
"You got off on it, didn't you?"
"Perhaps," Armand purred, nuzzling into Daniel's shoulder like a cat.
"Well, you're keeping the bra," Daniel chuckled to himself. "Only one of us with tits big enough to fit into it."
He felt a playful nip at his shoulder, as if Armand didn't know whether to be flattered or offended at that comment.
"You meant it?"
"Huh?"
Armand continued to hide in his shoulder. "You would have me as your companion?"
A shiver went through Daniel at that, their bond singing. "Yeah, you know I did. So, y'know, please don't go again."
Fangs sunk possessively into his skin for a moment. "I will not."
"Gonna have to get you a ring as well," Daniel mumbled to himself. When Armand went still, Daniel swore he could feel tears on his skin. He held Armand closer still, running his fingers through his hair, his heart souring with love.