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Armand brushes his half dried hair before stepping out of the bathroom. It had been three nights since Daniel arrived in Dubai and Armand donned his Rashid suit, and fourteen nights since Louis had touched him more than brief kisses. While fourteen nights may seem like a blip in the tens of thousands of nights of his existence, they felt especially dreadful to Armand. He doesn’t know why, maybe it’s having Daniel around, his fascinating boy in sight and reach, his beloved boy who can’t even remember him. He feels a looming sense of doom. That hair on the back of your neck standing up feeling when you know something bad is about to happen. 

Daniel had already retired to his room for the night, Armand could hear him snoring from across the penthouse. He finds it charming, it’s been a long time since he’s heard that.

Armand toes his slippers off at the edge of his and Louis’ bed. Louis was already sitting in bed, waiting for Armand to join him. Armand sits down on the bed and lays back against Louis’ chest. They lay wordlessly for a while as Armand reaches his arm up to scratch the back of Louis’ scalp gently. 

Eventually, Armand cranes his neck back and pushes Louis’ head forward into a kiss. Louis obliges and kisses Armand slowly, places his hand on Armand’s neck as they make out lazily. Armand grips the tight curls at the base of Louis’ neck as he tries to turn the kiss in a more heated direction. Louis pushes Armand back by his throat. He kisses Armand’s cheek.

“Not tonight.” He says as he rubs small circles into Armand’s jaw with his index finger. 

After a few moments of silence, Louis pats Armand’s cheek gently. “I’m tired.” He says. 

Armand scoots off of Louis as Louis pulls the covers over himself. 

“Goodnight.” Louis says as he rolls over, facing away from Armand. He falls asleep immediately.

Armand sits in a stunned silence for a while. He throws his legs over the side of the bed and clasps his hands together. He hunches over, places his elbows on his thighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose gently between his pointer fingers. He feels like he could scream, he wants to. Instead he bites his tongue, sinks his fangs into the organ, feels the blood pool in his mouth, swallows it back down. He breathes unnecessarily, taking in deep breaths to calm himself. The room is silent for a long while before he tunes back into Daniel snoring across the house.

Daniel leans back against the finely crafted wooden chair as he slides his laptop to the side of the dining table. His back silently thanks him as he sits up straight for the first time in hours. He keeps the device on, still recording his and Louis’ conversation as he prepares for another grand dinner. Daniel almost feels like Louis may just be fattening him up for later consumption — he’s still unsure what’s going to happen to him once the interview is over — though, the rest of Louis’ willing blood bags seem to be pretty trim, so perhaps he’ll get out of here without another scar marring his neck.

”I only drink willing participants Daniel.” Louis reassures, having took a peek into Daniel’s stream of thoughts. 

Daniel tilts his head back and forth, almost like he’s trying to shake Louis free from it. “Stay out of my head.” He chastises. Louis just grins and puts his hands up in surrender. 

Daniel crosses his arms. “So who’s on the menu tonight? Rashid, Damek, another faceless donor, or the possum from the dumpster outside?” He asks in his uniquely sarcastic manner. 

Louis breathes a laugh as Rashid comes around the corner carrying two trays in his hands. One with a carafe of blood and an elegant glass, and the other with what looks to be a fat steak and a glass of red wine. The wine glass matching that of the one on the other platter.

Rashid sets Louis’ tray in front of him before starting to Daniel’s seat across the table. 

“Dinner tonight is ethically sourced human type A blood for Mr. Du Lac, and a medium rare steak with a glass of locally sourced red wine for Mr. Molloy.” Rashid chimes in, answering Daniel’s mostly rhetorical question. 

Rashid leans over enough while placing Daniel’s plate on the pristine table for Daniel to see right down his shirt, exposing his cleavage. Daniel pretends not to be looking while Rashid twists the plate with precision, trying to find the most visually pleasing angle for their guest. After a moment he looks up, looks directly into Daniel’s eyes.

Daniel glances away and coughs. He was totally caught. Rashid probably already knows that Daniel finds him attractive, given the exchange that happened the other night after Louis drank from the boy. He’s probably used to it, Daniel thinks, Rashid is basically everyone’s type, or at least any human with functioning eyes. Like Louis, Daniel had come to embrace his sexuality in the decades since they met. No longer using the excuse of screwing guys as just a means to score drugs. The occasional ogle of a gorgeous young thing isn’t gonna hurt anything. 

Rashid just smiles at Daniel before going back to his stoic, professional demeanor and walking right back out of the dining room, presumably to go sit in the living room, doing whatever it is he does on his iPad until next summoned.

Daniel tries not to think about what that smile could mean, lest Louis pick more thoughts from his wrinkled mind about his Rashid. Daniel almost is grateful in the moment that his dick has been limper than a slice of thin pizza for years at this point. Can’t get himself into trouble that way. 

Daniel stares down at his plate, the steak is accompanied on the plate by a few sprigs of asparagus and sautéed mushrooms. There’s also some kind of garnish on top of his steak. He pushes it to the side of his plate before cutting into the juicy meat, the cross section perfectly pink on the inside.

Across the table, Louis pours some blood into his glass as Daniel takes a bite of the magnificent piece of meat. Louis smiles at Daniel’s reaction, a pleasant expression having crossed the old man’s face. 

“I take it that it’s good?” Louis asks. 

“Very good.” Daniel confirms as he takes a napkin to wipe his mouth. He raises his glass of wine slightly to Louis before having a sip. Louis, in turn, does the same before taking a sip of blood. 

The wine hits Daniel’s tongue and the flavor explodes on his tongue like his mouth were a minefield. This is the best wine he’s ever had, and he’s tried lots of wine. The wines of Paris to the wines of his home state of California could not compare. The steak now feels secondary to this meal, the wine is the true star. The flavor is almost indescribable, it tastes like power feels. It feels strong, it must be finely aged. It’s probably really fucking expensive too. Asking a vampire to not go the extra mile would be like trying to get blood from a stone. No pun intended.

“What is this?” Daniel asks after another gulp of the liquid gold, pointing to his glass.

”Wine.” Louis replies sarcastically. 

Daniel scoffs out a laugh. “I know, what kind?” 

“I’m not sure.” Louis replies. He beckons Rashid back to the dining room. 

Louis keeps his gaze steadfast on Daniel as Rashid stands behind him in the doorway. “What wine have you served our boy?”

”I believe it is a 1969 Chateau Musar Red, made in Lebanon.” Rashid answers in his formal tone, he also stares down Daniel. The two man act is kind of creepy, he can’t decide whose eyes to look into, so he opts to take another drink of wine. It’s probably a hundred bucks a sip. He looks back at the men at the opposite end of the glossy table. Rashid is giving Daniel another smile, Louis doesn’t seem to notice the exchange taking place before him. He doesn’t even turn to look at Rashid, he just keeps drinking blood from his glass.

“I procured the wine specially for you, Mr. Molloy.” Rashid says, a hint of something behind his big brown doe eyes. They really make him look more innocent than he seems. 

Daniel can’t decipher it. Is Rashid flirting with him? He has half a mind to tell Rashid to stop, not that he finds it unpleasant, he just would prefer not to upset Louis when they just seemed to have fallen into a good rhythm with the interview. Louis seems to be possessive over the boy and Daniel doesn’t want to start a turf war. He knows there’s something going on between Louis and his servant, though not exactly sure what. Probably some kind of sexual thing, he decides. That’s gotta be an interesting power dynamic in the bedroom. 

Daniel pushes the thoughts away once more as Louis dismisses Rashid with a wave of his hand. Louis is focused on him again, having finished his first glass of blood.

“I’m glad the food is to your liking Daniel, I would’ve taste tested everything beforehand but, well, you know, it wouldn’t be much of a taste.” Louis gestures at his mouth. Daniel nods and lets out a small chuckle. 

They sit and chatter idly for a while, Daniel finishing his dinner as Louis keeps up the friendly banter. Daniel takes the final sip of his wine and he feels a tiny bit sad that it’s over, he’ll have to request it for tomorrow’s dinner as well. 

Daniel prods at Louis a touch more about how he sources the blood he drinks. Louis is halfway through deflecting the question, saying something about ‘privacy and anonymity’ when Daniel starts to feel a stir in his stomach. 

At first he thinks that the fatty meat is disagreeing with his stomach, but then he sees it. There’s a noticeable bulge growing in his jeans. Oh shit. He almost forgot what having a boner feels like. He cranes his head back up to stare blankly at Louis as he continues blathering on about something, Daniel isn’t even listening to him at this point. Louis doesn’t seem to notice.

He’s confused, he thought his dick gave out years ago. Not to mention the fact that he’s not even doing anything. He’s not even thinking about anything particularly salacious, well he supposes he technically is now.

He can feel the blood flowing through his enlarging shaft as his brain automatically supplies images of Rashid after thinking about how he wasn’t thinking about anything raunchy. Almost against his will, his mind slips in flashes of what Rashid would look like on his knees, bent over, or on top of him. Daniel gulps and grips his thighs tightly with his slightly shaking hands. He hopes he doesn’t look too guilty.

Louis snaps his fingers at Daniel, now staring at him with a slightly puzzled look on his face. 

“Are you alright Daniel?” He asks. Daniel just nods. 

“Just starting to get tired.” He lies, willing his voice to be still. He really doesn’t need Louis to be rifling around in his head right now. 

Daniel reaches across the table and pushes the laptop closed, he hears the quiet whirr of it cease, ending the audio recording. 

“I think I’m going to head to bed now. Have a good night Louis.” He says, cool as a cucumber. Wait, maybe not a cucumber that’s a bit too phallic. God, he feels like it’s the ‘70s again, popping random boners. 

“Are you sure? The chef prepared tiramisu for dessert.” 

”Yeah, I just wanna get to bed early so we can continue without any problems tomorrow.” Daniel supplies as he grabs his laptop and stands from his chair, strategically holding his laptop in his right hand as he walks off to his bedroom around the corner and down the hall, hiding his now very noticeable boner from Louis.

“Good night to you too Daniel.” Louis calls after him, tone half snarky. He’s confused why Daniel left so suddenly, but he chalks it up to Daniel’s age, old people love their beauty sleep after all.

Louis resigns himself to his own room for the night. He opens one of the doors to the master bedroom to find Armand already lounging against the headboard of the bed, playing some game on his iPad. Armand promptly shuts it off and places it on his nightstand. 

Louis undresses before pulling pajamas on, sitting on his side of the bed as he buttons his sleep shirt up. Armand scoots up behind him, trailing his hands up Louis’ back and over his shoulders down to his chest, snaking his hands under Louis’ shirt. He gently squeezes at the meat of Louis’ pecs.

Louis shakes his head and grabs Armand’s wrists, pulling them out from under his shirt. 

“Not tonight.” He says as he continues buttoning up his shirt. Armand’s hands retreat to his lap, he picks at his nails, bites the end of his tongue with his human teeth, not hard enough to bleed though. 

“You keep saying that.” Armand points out. “Every night since you sent the invitation to Daniel.” Louis turns around to look at him. 

“You know him being here, the interview, it’s brings up some… unpleasant memories.” He explains as he turns back around to rummage for some lotion in his nightstand drawer. 

Armand holds back a sigh. He knows that this is difficult for Louis, it’s difficult for him too. He finds it hard to voice his struggles though. Especially considering that Louis doesn’t know about his sordid history with Daniel. Whatever he did know was zapped from his memory long ago.

Louis scoots around to pull the covers over himself. Partway through, he stops to tilt Armand’s chin up and press a short kiss to his lips. Louis smiles before tucking himself in for the night. He lays on his back and closes his eyes, having fallen asleep in a split second. 

Armand looks down at Louis sleeping peacefully. The urge to strangle him claws up his chest, he bites his tongue, pushes it down. Not like it would really do anything to the vampire. Not like Louis would really notice. He’s in a dead sleep until morning. Armand tamps down his killer instinct. He turns around and tosses his legs over the edge of the bed again. He grinds his palms into his eyes, digging his claws into his hairline slightly.

He sits with his thoughts for a while, thinks about his blood that he slipped into Daniel’s glass of wine. He doesn’t feel bad like he thought he would. Not for giving his beloved what he never remembered he was craving his whole life. But he still feels bad, feels unwanted. He’d given Louis his fair share of opportunities to fix it. He just didn’t care enough, he reasons. If he’d listened to Armand’s thoughts for even a moment he’d know how he felt. Having to listen to Louis talk about Lestat, Lestat, Lestat, Lestat, Lestat, Lestat, Lestat, all day long drove him crazy. Louis lost sight of the person still in front of him again, just like that time in the apartment on Divisadero. 

He sits there in almost silence until he hears the pipes gurgle and groan across the penthouse. He casts his line out and fishes into Daniel’s head from afar. 

Daniel swipes out of his phones search engine as he turns the handle of the shower in his en suite bathroom. His dick is still achingly hard in his jeans as he rests his phone on the counter. He takes his glasses off before unbuttoning his shirt and jeans and tossing them on the floor of the spacious bathroom, taking his boxers off with the rest.

Daniel stares at himself in the mirror, a tad blurry. His eyes trail down his freckled chest, congregates on the curly grey hair on his chest for a moment before leading them south. He’s still in shock. He wonders what part of his brain decided a long time ago that being a little scared for his life turns him on.

Armand grinds his palm over his crotch, his dick already interested at the movie being projected in his head. It’s intimate in a way, being inside Daniel again, inside his head at least, seeing everything through his eyes.

Daniel sticks his hand into the shower stream, testing the warmth. Good enough. He steps in the shower, the lukewarm water cascades down his back. Armand feels a tingle run down his spine as if it were his own body. 

Daniel tips his head back a bit, lets the water run over his chest, his body facing the stream. He sighs as the water coats him, groans softly as he takes his dick in hand and gives it a slow stroke. His eyes slip closed. God, he feels like he could cum already, he tightens his grip on the base of his cock, he wants to make this last, could be the last time he ever gets hard, probably will be he thinks. He cracks his eyes back open to watch his hand twist up and down his shaft.

Armand’s mouth nearly waters at the knowledge that Daniel’s dick is hard for him, even if he doesn’t know it. It makes Armand’s own dick fill out his pants. 

Armand tugs at the drawstrings of his pajama pants, meticulously unfurling the bow they had been tied in. He tucks his hand into his pants, groping at his erection through the thin fabric of his briefs. He lets out a sigh as he tilts his head back, focusing in on Daniel’s mind once more, a grin tugs on the corners of his mouth. 

Daniel works his dick over slowly, his mind drifts to his current fixation, Rashid. Imagines Rashid kneeling in front of him, almost like he does when he prays. Rashid watching him jerk himself off with hunger in his eyes, the servants hands sitting in his lap like a good boy because he can look but not touch. Rashid wears his signature low v-neck shirt, Daniel stares down his chest like he did at dinner, using his other hand to pull the shirt at the bottom of the v with his index finger. The cool air that hits Rashid’s torso makes him shiver almost imperceptibly, almost. Daniel grins. 

Across the way, Armand is drinking up the fantasy, has half a mind to get up, put his Rashid suit on, and run down the hall to fulfill it. He paws at his clothed cock once more before freeing it from his briefs. He removes his hand from his cock for a moment to crunch his fangs into his palm, into the fleshy bit between his thumb and wrist. He uses the blood to slick up his dick and groans quietly at the smooth slide of his hand over his throbbing cock.

Daniel continues his self-imposed torturously slow pace. At the end of a particularly satisfying stroke, he grips the head of his dick with his palm, feels a warm bead of precum breach the slit. The water almost instantly flushes it down the drain. He slips back into his imagination. Daniel memorizes the image of Rashid’s tits before releasing Rashid’s shirt. He just focuses on the whole picture in front of him, he moans as he speeds up his hand. 

Simultaneously, Armand quickens his pumps to match Daniel’s. He slits his bottom lip with the tip of his fang on accident after letting loose a soft moan, he chases the droplets with his tongue, doesn’t quite catch all of them. A few stray drops slip down his chin and onto his white pajama shirt, he doesn’t care that it’ll stain, he just cares about getting off.

Daniel keeps a steadfast pace, twisting his wrist at the end of every down stroke, just how he likes it. He can feel himself getting close and he starts to pant softly. Imaginary Rashid opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, silently willing Daniel to cum right on his face, right on his tongue. Instead, Daniel pushes Rashid’s tongue back into his mouth and tilts his head back. Daniel braces his hand against the wall of the shower in front of him. He gives a few more valiant strokes before he’s cumming right down the column of Rashid’s throat and over his collarbones. He watches as his cum trickles down right in between Rashid’s tits. He moans at the mental image. In reality, he’s spurting thick ropes of cum over his fingers and right down the shower drain.

Armand nearly bursts just from the thought of Daniel’s warm seed over his throat and chest. He lets go of Daniel’s brain, gives a few solid tugs and he’s cumming over his own hand, accidentally getting a bit of it on the rug at his feet. He stares at the pinkish stain for a moment, he feels a dull pang of guilt in his chest before he rubs it into the rug with his foot. He stands up, cleans his hand with his already compromised shirt, and tosses his clothes into his hamper before stepping into the en suite for his second shower of the night. 

In tandem, they wash away their evidence. Daniel slides on some pajamas before flopping face first into his bed. Armand does the same before tenderly tucking himself into bed next to Louis, a small smile crossing his face before he slips into his slumber.

Daniel tosses and turns in his bed for a bit. A sting of guilt creeps up his back, he feels bad that he keeps thinking about Rashid, a kid who looks no older than twenty five. Not that Rashid would ever find out. Well, unless Louis’ creeping in Daniel’s fucked up brain again. He adds this to the list of the top one-hundred most morally questionable things he’s done in his life, only a hundred though, because that list would be long enough to wrap around the globe if not. He figures it fits in right below that time he stole his grandmother’s pain meds in high school. He falls asleep shortly after updating his list.

The next day continues normally for the most part. Daniel continues asking Louis increasingly unrelated questions to his story at dinner as he sips the wine he’d requested again. Just as good as it was yesterday. He’s relieved when he heads off to bed without a hard on this time. Surprisingly, he falls asleep easily, a feat that rarely happens at his age. 

Armand already seems to be asleep when Louis enters the room, laying on his side facing away from Louis’ side of the bed. Louis raises a brow for a moment before shrugging it off. Louis feels like a small load has been lifted from his shoulders tonight, not having to let Armand down easy again. He tucks himself in, wraps his arm around Armand gingerly, kisses his cheek before succumbing to the pull of sleep. Not even a minute later, Armand, in true gremlin fashion, pinches the tip of Louis’ pinky finger between his pointer and thumb, and unceremoniously pulls Louis’ arm off of him, flinging Louis’ arm back to himself. Armand pulls the covers off of himself as he stands up from the bed in one fluid motion and heads to the en suite.

Daniel’s eyes crack open, still dark outside. That’s good cause he’s still tired. Daniel cranes his neck up to read the bright red numbers on the digital clock at his bedside, the numbers half blurred by sleep. He blinks a few times to clear the haze, 1:23 the clock reads. He rolls over to his back, rubs his eyes and sits up. Daniel nearly has a heart attack when, from the corner of his eye, he catches the silhouette of someone standing at the foot of his bed in the dark. He curses under his breath as he holds his hand to his chest as his heart races. The figure places it’s (his?) hands on the bed, leans forward just enough to be illuminated by the moonlight, it’s Rashid? Daniel raises a brow.

”Rashid?” He asks quietly, tentatively. 

He nods. “Yes Mr. Molloy?” He comes closer, places his knees onto the bed, sits gently at the end of the bed. 

Daniel gulps. “What are you doing here? Why are you awake?” 

Rashid chuckles, his eyes gleam in the moonlight. The boy starts climbing up the bed slowly, stalking like a cat. “I could ask you the same.”

Well for one, this is supposed to be Daniel’s room. And two, he hasn’t slept through a whole night uninterrupted since he turned forty. He stays silent though.

”You think I don’t know what goes on in your head?” Rashid smirks as he continues approaching. Daniel’s dick jumps in interest, he curses his reactivated organ. Daniel leans back and braces his hands behind him on the bed. 

“The lingering looks. The glances when you don’t think I’m looking.” Rashid stops just short of Daniel’s ear. He grabs one of Daniel’s wrists and brings it to his torso. He snakes Daniel’s hand under his loose shirt and runs the tips of his wrinkled fingers over his chest.

“I don’t have to read your mind to know what you think of me.” Rashid whispers in his ear, tone laced with a smirk. Rashid sits back on his heels like a well trained dog. He reaches his other hand under the covers slowly, he palms at Daniel’s half hard dick through his pants as Daniel pulls his hand free from the boy’s shirt. 

Daniel almost shivers, he can barely breathe, he sucks in a quivering breath through his flared nostrils. He feels paralyzed. Jesus, is Rashid his new sexy sleep paralysis demon?

Rashid stops his movements, he leans back over Daniel to look into his eyes, contorts his face into the picture of innocence. 

“This is what you want, right?” He blinks his big brown doe eyes at Daniel. 

Daniel is conflicted between agreeing or dismissing the boy. Without knowing it, his head is already nodding with a faint gasp coming from his mouth, a silent agreement.

The air is thick between them for a moment before a wicked grin breaks from Rashid’s face. His eyes go from prey to predator in the blink of, well, an eye. He leans in to press a short, hot kiss to Daniel’s lips. Daniel is a bit shocked by that, but he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He places a hand on Daniel’s shoulder, lays him back down and trails open mouthed kisses down his neck. He pulls at the collar of Daniel’s t-shirt to nibble at his shoulder, nothing hard, nothing that’ll leave marks. Daniel moans softly. 

Rashid backtracks, climbs down Daniel’s body and pulls his shirt over his stomach slightly. Daniel has half a mind to pull it back down, he’s a bit self conscious, but all he can manage is to tangle a hand into Rashid’s curls as the boy licks down his happy trail. 

Rashid frees Daniel’s dick from his pants and underwear easily. He gives a few slow strokes to the base before burying his nose into Daniel’s groin and taking a deep huff, inhaling all things Daniel. He gives a few kitten licks to the underside of Daniel’s already leaking cock. Daniel’s grip tightens on Rashid’s hair as the boy takes Daniel all the way down in one fell swoop. Daniel stifles a deep, throaty groan with the back of his shaky hand, he can feel Rashid grinning around him. Daniel’s a bit concerned by the ease in which he took every inch of Daniel, he used to be that twenty-something with zero gag reflex. He hopes that the reasons aren’t similar. He’s pulled from his thoughts as Rashid snakes his hands up his sides and gropes at the supple flesh there. He continues his ministrations as more sounds slip from Daniel’s lips.

After a while, Rashid stills, the tip of Daniel’s is touching the back of the boy’s throat, which every so often swallows reflexively. Daniel can feel the warm drool slipping from the boy’s mouth and trickling down his balls as he laves his tongue up and down his shaft slightly. The boy keeps moaning softly around him, sending vibrations right through Daniel. 

Rashid’s breathing keeps speeding up but all Daniel can think about is how good it feels. Against his own instincts to just take, Daniel tilts his head up to look at the boy. He removes his hand from the inky hair for a moment to run his index finger down the slope of the boy’s nose. Rashid shudders and whines around Daniel before placing the man’s hand back into his hair, forcing his grip and tugging on his scalp. Daniel gets the message.

Daniel pulls him all the way off his cock for a moment, the boy takes a deep breath before he’s dragged all the way back down to the hilt. Daniel pushes his head so far that Rashid’s nose presses into his pelvis. He keeps him there for a moment, his hips twitch into the warm heat of Rashid’s mouth and the boy groans, the vibration makes Daniel groan back, a symphony of call and response. 

Daniel keeps Rashid’s mouth speared open on him while he bucks his hips, feeling the way the back of his throat tenses around Daniel’s tip on the end of every thrust. Even when the boy’s fingers twitch against Daniel’s skin, he doesn’t let up, he knows he can take it, knows he’ll take it like a good boy. 

Daniel can feel the warmth pooling in his gut. “Fuck.” Daniel groans. “Want me to cum down your pretty little throat?” He rambles, partially incoherent — to be fair, half of his brain is currently being sucked out through his dick like a fucked up silly straw and he’s still groggy. He tugs the hair in his grip and brings Rashid off of him slowly, eager to get an answer from him.

The room is silent apart from the wet panting coming from Rashid. The boy leans into the fingers against the crown of his scalp, opens his eyes and looks at Daniel. He looks absolutely beautiful like this, his lips swollen and glossy, parted on a breath, his face flushed. 

“Well?” Daniel asks bluntly.

Rashid’s pearlescent teeth peak out as he grins, he nods. “If that’s what you would prefer Mr. Molloy.” His professional tone comes back, though tainted with a sting of desire. He wants this just as badly as Daniel, and fuck, if that doesn’t stroke Daniel’s ego, he doesn’t know what will.

Rashid trails a slow lick up Daniel’s shaft, right along the blood fat vein on the underside. He catches Rashid off guard when he forces him back down unexpectedly, it makes the boy choke a bit but he quickly regains his composure and hollows his cheeks around Daniel’s cock. Daniel pushes and pulls Rashid’s head a couple more times before holding him right down to the root before cumming down the boy’s throat with a strangled moan. He can barely hear a gulp before his eyes slip closed.

After what feels like just a second, Daniel’s eyes crack open again. He sits up, feels his back twinge with an ache and looks back over to the clock on his nightstand. 7:04. He rubs his eyes and then remembers something more pressing. He flicks his neck back around, bad idea, a spark of pain runs down his nape like a stream of boiling water. He rubs his neck while he looks over his bed. The bedding is nearly perfect. He pulls up the covers to see the daintiest little wet patch on his pajama pants over his groin. Jesus Christ on a fucking bike, in addition to popping random boners, he’s now having wet dreams too. Is this normal? It’s like he’s going through puberty all over again. Daniel grabs his phone and adds increasingly bizarre questions to his already questionable search history before deleting it. 

The day is pretty normal again, at least so far, Daniel got through breakfast without anything seeming off with his body, so maybe the worst of it is over? Daniel takes a sip of his still-steaming coffee as he leans back on the couch, he and Louis are starting in the living room today. Louis is retelling a bit of his story that Daniel missed the other night, he’s listening this time, he promises. Just not very intently. Promises are meant to be broken anyways. He’s more focused on Rashid who walks in with his iPad, he sits down in the chair in the corner of the room. Daniel averts his eyes back to Louis.

”When all of a sudden-“ Louis rambles on, clearly lost in his own story. Daniel is listening again, until he sees Rashid squirming in his seat out of the corner of his eye. He looks over Louis’ oblivious shoulder at the boy. Rashid keeps wiggling in his seat, looking uncomfortable, maybe? It’s hard to tell with him. He keeps changing what leg he has crossed as he taps away at his iPad. The usually composed boy just can’t sit still for more than five seconds. After a while, Rashid looks up from his screen and locks eyes with Daniel. Busted again, and another kind of creepy smile. Daniel coughs and shifts his attention back to Louis. At this rate he’s definitely gonna get himself into some kind of sticky shit. Rashid seems to find a comfortable position, finally settling and sitting perfectly upright like a plank, it’s also kind of creepy. Though, creepy, a bit scary, and looking like a bronze statue is kind of Daniel’s type as of late. 

Throughout the day, Rashid keeps acting a bit… off. It’s like someone put ants in his pants or something. And at least once throughout the day, Daniel found himself suddenly wishing he were an ant. Honestly, Daniel is staring to question if his dream was actually a dream or if it actually happened. Either way, Rashid doesn’t seem like he’s acknowledging it. Better that way, to just ignore it altogether and move on.

It’s just hard to ignore the way that Rashid looks at Daniel when he’s squirming around in whatever seat he’s in. They’ve switched rooms a few times today and in every seat the boy takes, he seems uncomfortable. But he looks at Daniel like this is a private show just for him, like Louis isn’t sitting right in front of him. 

Thankfully, Louis cut their time short today. He went off to his room early to ‘rest’ after remembering a particularly tender detail about Claudia, Rashid following after him like a puppy. Daniel spends the time between meals going back over the diaries, and at dinner he went back and forth from his food to typing on his computer. He’s almost relieved when Rashid doesn’t come back out for dinner. 

Daniel’s about ready to fall into bed, he’s put his laptop away for the night and he’s already in his pajamas. The last thing he needs is a glass of water. He cracks open his door and peeks his head out, nobody in the hallway. Perfect. He walks down the long, ambiently lit hall. He just now noticed that there’s no windows, just doors that he’s not exactly sure where they go. Probably spare rooms for the servants or whatever other weird hobbies Louis has that conveniently haven’t come up in conversation. 

He’s almost at the end of the hall when the door at the end opens. The door to the master bedroom. And would you look at that, Rashid has just come stumbling out while holding his neck. He’s wearing his usual black get-up minus the gloves. Daniel stops dead in his tracks for a moment, he slides his hands into the pockets of his pajama pants. They lock eyes and Rashid straightens up immediately, returning to his usual poised state, though it’s a bit diminished by the stray paths of blood trickling down his neck. Daniel’s gonna pretend like he didn’t see that. That’s none of his business he decides, going against his journalistic nature. He turns the corner into the kitchen. He searches a few cabinets as Rashid follows him into the room. 

“What are you looking for?” Rashid prompts, false professionalism in his tone. 

Daniel ignores him and finally finds a cabinet with some glasses in it. They’re all much fancier than whatever plastic ones he has in his cabinets at his own home, but a cup is a cup. He steps up to the fancy fridge, presses a button then sticks his cup under the stream of water. Fancy fridge for a guy who doesn’t even eat food, Daniel thinks.

Daniel takes a sip of water and it soothes his dry throat as he turns around. He fucking chokes when he’s met with Rashid being about five steps too close to him. Daniel coughs as his heart races. He holds a finger up at Rashid as if to say ‘hold on’ or ‘stay there’. He finally hacks up the last bit of water and takes a few gasping breaths. 

“What the fuck man?” Daniel half yells. “Did no one ever teach you what personal space is?” He asks. 

Rashid is silent, just smiles like the little shit he is. 

“Well?” Daniel asks as he sets the cup down on a counter so he doesn’t accidentally drop it. 

“I assumed the last thing you wanted from me was ‘personal space’ Daniel.” Rashid says as he takes another step closer, forcing Daniel to lean back against the countertop. 

“It’s Daniel now, is it? No more Mr. Molloy?” Daniel deflects, cocking his head and keeping his tone firm. 

Rashid ignores that comment, continues. “Because I’m sure you’re aware by now that I’m interested in you.” He admits, flicking his eyes to Daniel’s lips then back to his eyes. 

Daniel chuckles awkwardly. “I’m sure you are.” He says sarcastically with a nod. He nudges Rashid back by his shoulder and pushes off from the counter as he tries to walk away. 

Rashid puts his leg out, stopping Daniel. “You don’t believe me?” He pauses. Daniel turns back around to him, about ready to bite his head off.

“Or do you not believe yourself to be desirable?” 

Daniel’s almost disarmed by the look of pure seriousness on Rashid’s face. He thought he was just riling him up, but he’s serious. All of his arguments die on his tongue as the boy tilts his head to the side at him, baring his neck to Daniel, accentuating the dried blood starting to crust on his neck. Rashid notices the way Daniel wets his bottom lip. Somewhere, in some deep fucked up part of Daniel’s mind, his brain decided that he should clean that up. He could almost laugh at the situation, being in a vampire’s house and wanting to drink blood. Perhaps it’s subconscious, he’s been around Louis, maybe his brain says it’s okay here. It’s okay to give in to some of his more primal urges. 

“Have a taste.” Rashid beckons, reaching his hands to cup Daniel’s face gently. It puts Daniel into a kind of trance. 

Daniel pinches himself. Definitely not dreaming this time. He steps forward hesitantly, places one hand on Rashid’s hip and the other on the back of the boy’s neck. He looks at him for a moment, silently asking for permission again. Rashid nods with a faint smile. The boy snakes a hand into Daniel’s grey curls as he gently pulls him closer.

Daniel licks a tentative stripe up the boy’s neck, starting from his collarbone. The taste blooms on his tongue, akin to the wine he’d grown to crave over the last couple nights. Daniel’s dick starts to twitch in interest. God, is this what Louis feels like when he drinks from someone? How is Louis not constantly hard as a goddamn rock? Rashid purrs softly as Daniel’s hot tongue coasts up to his jaw. Daniel leans in close to his ear. 

“What do you want from me?” Daniel whispers. Admittedly, he sounds kind of pathetic, but then again, he always kind of has been. It’s just been stored away from years of hardening and having to actually take his life seriously, from having to be a man.

Rashid rests Daniel’s head on his shoulder for a moment, feeling his breath cool over the spit on his neck. 

“Is it not enough for me to only want you? Not what you can give me, or do for me?” He whispers back, and Daniel fucking whimpers. His knees feel weak for a moment, the needy part of his brain desperate to get on his knees for the boy who’s sweet, tender words curled up the shell of his ear, trickled inside and straight down into his malleable heart. He stays upright though.

Daniel doesn’t respond properly. He doesn’t really know how to without crying. 

Like he’s reading Daniel’s mind, Rashid speaks. “You don’t have to answer that.” He says softly. He brings Daniel’s face level to his, Daniel stares into the deep dark abyss’s that are Rashid’s eyes before leaning in for a kiss.

It starts slow and needy, pushing and pulling of lips, but quickly diverts into something more heated. Hands grip at jaws and necks, and tongues dance together. Daniel moans into the boy’s mouth when Rashid slots his knee between Daniel’s legs, pressing his thigh into Daniel’s half hard cock. Daniel slides his hands down to the boy’s narrow hips, pushes him back against the island counter. Daniel prays to whatever god that’s listening that all the servants and Louis are off to bed already, they don’t particularly need to see this part.

Daniel fiddles with the hem of Rashid’s shirt before pulling back just enough to strip it from him. The boy lifts his arms in compliance. He tosses the shirt on the counter. Daniel lets out a soft gasp as he runs his shaky fingertips down Rashid’s torso. No fantasy version of this could ever compare to the real thing. He commits the actual thing to memory, for safe keeping. Although nothing is truly safe in Daniel’s Parkinson’s riddled brain.

Daniel leans to press a kiss to Rashid’s right pec as he grinds his palm into the boy’s own erection contained by his slacks. Rashid moans and grips the back of Daniel’s neck. 

Daniel grabs at the boy’s waist and spins him around quickly, Rashid gasps as Daniel squeezes the taught flesh of his abdomen. Rashid braces his hands on the counter and groans softly as Daniel ruts up against his ass. Daniel takes a hand to tuck the boy’s dark hair back as he kisses down his neck and shoulder. Perhaps it’s a bit too intimate for two people who barely know each other and had a sort of rivalry just a few days ago, but the boy seems to enjoy the attention nonetheless. 

Daniel snakes his hand from Rashid’s waist to his crotch again. He follows the scarce trail of hair on his belly down to the boy’s pants, drags the zipper down and pulls his fully hardened length out. 

Daniel raises his hand to his mouth before spitting into it over the boy’s shoulder and wrapping it around Rashid’s cock. Rashid rests his head back on Daniel’s shoulder as he moans. Daniel grinds his hips into the boy’s ass in time with his strokes. He’s perfectly content to get off just like this, touching this beautiful boy while he rubs up on him. Like a couple of incompetent teenage lovers. 

Rashid keeps making delectable noises as he jerks him off, each of them quiet enough so they’ll stay just for Daniel. Rashid keeps getting increasingly breathy with his moans, he reaches down and grabs Daniel’s wrist. Rashid lifts his head from Daniel’s shoulder. 

“Daniel stop.” He commands, Daniel does as he’s told. Daniel lets go of his cock.

”What?” Daniel sounds more concerned than anything now, worried he somehow fucked this up. 

Rashid chuckles. Now Daniel is confused. 

“What?” Daniel asks again with a raised brow, more serious this time. He feels a bit shameful, like he’s being mocked. He tries to crane his neck to see Rashid’s face. 

“I have a surprise for you.” The boy admits cheekily. Daniel can hear the grin in his voice, doesn’t even need to see his face. 

Daniel lets his hands fall to his sides as Rashid pulls his pants down over the globes of his ass. The boy stands on the tips of his toes as he folds himself over the granite countertop. And right there nestled between Rashid’s cheeks, Daniel can just see the top part of the base of an ocean blue butt plug. Daniel blushes, this is certainly not what he was expecting.

“Holy shit.” He mumbles while grabbing Rashid’s cheeks and spreading them ever so slightly to get a better view. 

Rashid turns his head to look over his shoulder at Daniel, he’s grinning from ear to fucking ear. Daniel gives the plug a little push with two fingers, eliciting a deep moan from Rashid. 

“Have you had this in all day?” Daniel asks, the puzzle pieces of his weird behavior click together in his brain. 

“Yes.”  

“You planned this all out.” A statement, not a question. 

“Yes.” Rashid confirms. Another smug smile splits the boy’s face. Daniel thought he couldn’t get any harder, but somehow he does. 

“You did all this in hopes you’d get some from a fucking geriatric?” Daniel asks in disbelief. 

“Perhaps.” Rashid wiggles his hips teasingly. Practically asking for Daniel to ruin him. 

Daniel scoffs out a laugh. “What, is Louis not fucking you to your satisfaction?” He says without thinking. Go ahead and say the quiet part out loud why don’t you Daniel. Stupid. 

There’s an anxious silence for a moment. Rashid turns his head and rests his face in his hands for a bit. 

“No.” Rashid supplies simply. 

Oh. Well damn. Daniel knew he was always good at striking a nerve, but this is definitely not the time, nor was it even his place. Well at least his suspicions were confirmed. Not that it seems worth it to have lost this once in a lifetime opportunity over not being able to shut his goddamn mouth for once.

“But this isn’t about him.” Rashid tacks on after a long few seconds.

“So let’s not talk about him while you fuck me.” He turns his head back to look at Daniel once more, his smile returning. He wiggles his hips again. 

Daniel nods, he gracefully takes the out that Rashid has given him from the awkward conversation. He pushes the plug into the boy again, a bit deeper this time. He’s rewarded with a breathy groan. 

“So you’ve been hiding this all day. Is that why you couldn’t sit still?” Daniel rolls the plug around his rim. 

Rashid nods as he gasps softly. 

“Jesus. Were you squirming on purpose to try and get off?” Daniel can’t help but interrogate, it’s his job after all.

“A little, but more so to see how you’d react.” Rashid admits, whining at the end as Daniel pulls the plug from his aching hole. 

“Little exhibitionist aren’t you?” Daniel says as he presses two fingers into the boy’s loose hole with ease. The squelch it makes is downright dirty, there’s an obscene amount of lube stuffed inside the boy. Rashid groans at the feeling of something longer inside his ass. It makes Daniel wonder how much there was to begin with, to have not absorbed it all during the day. 

“Just a bit. Only for you though.” And the zing of possessiveness that runs down Daniel’s spine is magnificent. 

Daniel grins. “You got a fetish for guys who are old enough to be your grandpa?” Daniel adds a third finger, probing deeper into Rashid’s welcoming hole and pulls his dick out with his other hand.

Rashid gasps out a moan as a fingertip brushes over his prostate. “No, ah… I believe it would have to be a pattern to be a fetish.” 

“Do you always feel the need to be such a smart-ass? Or is that only when you have three fingers up your ass?” Daniel quips as he curls his fingers, he scoops a heap of lube into his hand from the boy’s hole. Rashid whines at the loss as Daniel slicks himself up with the warm lube. 

Rashid braces his hands on the counter. “Don’t deny that you find it appealing. You like it when they fight back just a bit, don’t you?” God, Rashid can read him like a fucking book. 

“Touché.” Daniel places a hand on the bottom of Rashid’s neck, thumb and middle finger wrapping slightly around opposite sides. He holds the boy in place before lining his cock up and sliding into him with ease. 

Rashid pants and moans as Daniel stays buried to the hilt for a moment. It takes almost everything within Daniel to not immediately cum as the boy’s hole clenches down on him. 

Daniel curses under his breath as he slides all the way out of Rashid before thrusting back in all the way. Rashid gasps and balls his fists. The boy keeps his jaw loose, exhaling wide mouthed breaths. Daniel can see the condensation of the boy’s hot breath on the cool granite in the dim light of the kitchen. 

Daniel sets the fastest pace his achy back will let him. He grips Rashid’s hip with his free hand, uses his leverage to pull him back onto his cock with each thrust. 

Honestly, the sounds coming from the two of them couldn’t be described as any less than pornographic. The sweet breathless moans and whines coming from Rashid, the grunts and pants coming from Daniel, and the cherry on top, the obscene slap and squelch that accompanies each thrust. Just slam a camera down right on the counter and you’ve got yourself a grade A porno. ‘Old man dicks down controversially young servant boy.’ Would probably make a killing with all the freaks out there online. Though, considering that Daniel is the one actually fucking the boy, glass houses, stones or whatever. 

Daniel shakes the thought from his head to focus on the boy in front of him. He’s so warm. The spot of his neck where Daniel’s gripping him is so hot, flush with blood. The boy’s hip too, Daniel digs his fingers into the bones a bit, just to see how the blood will warm up around his fingertips. Rashid gasps as he does so, Daniel wonders if it’ll bruise. He kind of hopes it does. He hopes the boy won’t be able to sit down at all tomorrow, not without thinking about him. Another wave of possession hurdles down Daniel’s spine, he’s like a dog marking his territory as he gives a particularly hard thrust. The countertop squeaks as Rashid’s flesh is dragged back across the surface, the boy lets out a wanton moan as Daniel nails his prostate. 

Daniel shushes him. “You don’t want anyone to hear you like this, do you?” He coos as he leans over the boy. He presses a kiss to the boy’s flexed shoulder blade.

Rashid shakes his head slightly. 

“Because then they’d know you’re a whore who’s desperate to get his dick wet with his guests.” Daniel accentuates his point by pressing the boy’s neck down a bit harder.

Now it’s Rashid’s turn to whimper. Daniel almost thinks he’s gone too far but then the boy reaches for the hand on his hip, laces their fingers together before planting the hands back down on the counter. 

Daniel grins, chuckles softly. “Oh you like being called a slut? I suppose it takes one to know one, though.” Daniel grips the boy’s fingers between is own. He grunts.

“I know all about kids like you. I used to be you.” He grinds right into Rashid’s prostate continuously for a bit, staying buried deep in the boy. 

“Daniel.” Rashid sighs, almost fully consumed by pleasure. “Please.” The boy begs vaguely. Daniel understands what he needs.

“Go on, touch yourself.” Daniel goads. Rashid bends his arm, rests his forehead on his forearm while he reaches between himself and the counter carefully, he moans as he wraps his lithe fingers found his dick. His knuckles knock against the stone countertop as the boy strokes himself. The new position makes the boy’s back tense wonderfully, Daniel can’t wait to cum on it.

”Yeah, come on sweetheart, make a mess all over these expensive ass counters.” Daniel thrusts himself in time with the flicks of the boy’s wrist. 

Rashid damn near chokes on his pleasure as he comes. His whole body shivers. The muscles on his back twitch and he bites into his arm to muffle the wailing moan that rips through him. Then his ass clamps down on Daniel’s dick like a fucking vice grip. Daniel bites the inside of his cheek so hard he tears a little chunk off just to not cum right then. 

Daniel starts to pull out of Rashid before the boy looks back at him confused. 

“No no, Inside. Cum inside me please.” Rashid pants, half dazed. 

Daniel raises a brow, he doesn’t question it though. He grins and obliges. He sheaths himself inside the boy again, thrusts a couple more times before burying himself to the hilt and spilling deep inside Rashid with an animalistic growl.

Rashid groans as the feeling of warmth spreads through his insides. “Thank you.” He whispers.

Rashid takes in deep shuddering breaths for a while, still splayed boneless on the counter. Daniel massages the small of the boy’s back for a while, rubbing grounding circles into the taught skin. After a few minutes Daniel pulls out slowly. Rashid whines softly. 

Daniel looks around, an idea sparks in his mind. He grabs the plug he’d set to the side. He watches as his cum oozes from Rashid’s ass for a moment before scooping it up with his fingers and pushing it back into the boy’s hole. Daniel squeezes one of Rashid’s cheeks gently before plugging the boy back up, keeping his cum locked in him. Rashid moans weakly at the notion, he shakes a bit. Daniel stuffs himself back into his pants. Daniel’s possessiveness broils in his chest.

“There you go, you can keep me with you all night.” Daniel coos as he reaches a hand to tousle the boy’s hair. 

Rashid shimmies back a bit, places his feet flat on the floor as he reaches for his shirt on the counter nearby. He leans back and cleans himself up, wiping the cum from the counter, his chest, and his hand. He crumples the garment in his hands before dropping it back on to the counter. He tucks himself in and pulls his pants back up his waist. 

Rashid turns back around to Daniel, the boy wraps his arms around Daniel and presses his nose into his neck. 

“Are you alright kid?” Daniel asks gently, half amused and half concerned. He pats a hand gently on the boy’s back. 

Rashid takes a deep huff before leaning back to look into Daniel’s eyes. His Bambi eyes are gleaming resplendently in the low light.

“I’m just wonderful Mr. Molloy. Thank you for indulging me.” He grins and presses a kiss to the tip of Daniel’s nose before picking up his soiled shirt and practically fucking skipping back to the master bedroom. 

Daniel is so perplexed. That is certainly one way for this encounter to end, just not the way he’d predicted. Fucking weirdo, Rashid. 

Daniel takes a sip of his long forgotten water before returning back to his room.

Daniel damn near shits his pants the next day when Rashid reveals that he’s actually a vampire named Armand and that he’s the love of Louis’ life. Jesus fucking Christ. Daniel’s dick has taken him to places he wouldn’t even go with a gun yet again.