Title: Would you like that, Mr. Molloy?
Author: gothikmaus
Fandom: Interview with the vampire (TV)
Pairing: Armand/Daniel Molloy
Rating: Explicit
Summary:
"Why are you doing this?" Daniel asked through gritted teeth.
"You wanted me back then, but didn't dare act on your desires. Now you can have me."
A/N: Written for Day 7 of Kinktober26. Prompt: Dirty talk.
Interview with the vampire and all Vampire Chronicles characters are property of Anne Rice. I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.
Daniel was sprawled out on the sofa, arms stretched out on top of the back cushions and head tilted back. He was still high from the blood of the young man he had drained not even an hour earlier, the mix of alcohol and drugs in his system giving him a pleasant buzz.
"Look at you."
Armand's voice sounded muffled to Daniel's ears, as if his maker was far, far away, when in reality he was standing just a few feet in front of him.
"Excellent choice, that bar," he slurred.
He fucking loved being a vampire. It was just like the good old days, when he was young and wild and reckless, cruising clubs and bars, getting drunk, getting high... But now he didn't have to worry about hangovers or withdrawals. It was awesome.
"Just don't OD on me."
Daniel could feel the smile in Armand's words. He made a great show of raising his head and grinned at him.
"I can handle this. I'm a big boy."
Armand studied him, eyes scanning the full length of his body, then took a step forward. And another. And another, until he was standing between Daniel's spread out legs. He slowly rested one knee on the sofa next to Daniel's hip and, when Daniel didn't move, did the same with his other knee, effectively straddling his thighs.
"What are you doing?" Daniel asked, his eyes suddenly much more focused than they had been a couple of minutes before.
"Just trying something out."
Armand placed both hands on Daniel's waist, thumbs rubbing small circles, then slowly traced a fingertip along his belt and further down.
Daniel grabbed his wrist.
"Don't."
"Why not?"
"Just... Don't."
Daniel let go of Armand's hand but didn't push him off his lap. Armand took it as encouragement to go on.
"Don't pretend you don't want this. I know how you feel about me, I could hear all your filthy thoughts in Dubai, when you still thought I was Rashid. I didn't even need to delve deep into your mind: you were an open book."
Daniel looked away. Armand found his embarrassed expression endearing.
"That was different."
Armand tilted his head slightly to the side.
"How so?"
"I didn't know who you were back then. What you were."
"And what am I?"
Daniel glanced up, eyes fierce. Armand smiled.
"What difference does it make? Me being a vampire doesn't change the fact you had all kinds of lewd thoughts about me."
"You're making me sound like an old pervert."
"Am I?" Armand asked with a glint in his eye. "One night you were jacking off in the shower. Your fantasies were projecting all over the place, they were so intense any vampire in a ten-mile radius could have picked up on them." He slowly ran a finger down the front of Daniel's shirt. "The images were so vivid they almost made me blush. Do you remember that night, Daniel? You were picturing me on my knees as I sucked you off under the water spray, your hands grabbing my head as you fucked my face. You wanted to come down my throat until I choked, but you also wanted to yank me to my feet, shove me against the shower wall and fuck me into oblivion. I believe the exact expression was 'I wanna fuck the living shit out of him'."
Armand leaned closer and spoke directly in Daniel's ear.
"You wanted me to scream. You wanted Louis to hear us. You've always had such a dirty mind, Mr. Molloy."
Armand felt Daniel's breath catch in his throat and smiled.
"I could feel your hunger spike when Louis fed on me in front of you, a wave of possessiveness you couldn't quite suppress or understand. Louis felt it too. He found it amusing. He even told me I could have you if I wanted, as long as I shared the details with him afterwards."
Armand ground his hips against Daniel's crotch and Daniel gasped.
"What if I had showed up in your room and offered myself? Would you have turned me down, saying you were too old for me? Or would you have grabbed the opportunity and had your way with me?"
"Why are you doing this?" Daniel asked through gritted teeth.
"You wanted me back then, but didn't dare act on your desires. Now you can have me."
Armand slid his lips along Daniel's jaw, stopping a mere millimetre from his mouth.
"You can call me Rashid if you want. Would you like that, Mr. Molloy?"
"Shut up, you asshole," Daniel growled. He tilted his head up and crushed their lips together, hands grabbing Armand's hips and pulling him even closer. He felt Armand smile into the kiss and bit down on his tongue, enjoying the little moan that escaped him.
"You can be rough if you want," Armand panted in between kisses. "Just like you were when you fucked that student in the back of your rental car. I so enjoyed watching you, even if I wanted to be in his place, to feel your hands on me, pressing me down on the car seat while you pounded into me."
"Fucking freak," Daniel said, slipping his hands under Armand's shirt and running his nails down his back, applying just enough pressure to make him shiver. "You like to watch?"
"I like watching you," Armand answered, pulling back slightly. He cupped the bulge straining Daniel's jeans and gave it a light squeeze. Daniel took a sharp breath. "You look so pretty when you come."
"A stalker and a voyeur. Fucking figures."
Armand leaned down, lips brushing against Daniel's.
"I can make you feel so good. Don't you want to feel good?" he asked, pressing down harder against Daniel's crotch.
"Fuck."
Daniel parted his lips and gave up any pretence of fighting him, hands sliding down to cup his ass as Armand kissed him, slow and deep and dirty.
"I want to taste you," Armand said against his mouth. "Would you like that?"
"Y-yeah."
Armand smiled and sat up, giving Daniel one last squeeze before he removed his hand and slid down to the floor. He knelt between Daniel's spread legs and looked up at him, and Daniel was sure that, had he still been mortal, he would've had a heart attack at the sight.
Armand put his hands on Daniel's knees and slowly slid them towards his groin, stopping just before he reached his target. He rubbed his thumbs over Daniel's inner thighs, feeling the muscles tense under his touch, and moved back towards his knees.
"Fucking tease."
Armand gave him a toothy grin, fangs on full display. He drew swirls over the denim of Daniel's jeans with the tips of his fingers, then slowly made his way upwards, but this time he didn't stop, reaching Daniel's crotch and running the pad of his index finger over the very visible bulge there. Daniel's hips twitched upwards.
Armand took his time unbuckling Daniel's belt and undoing the button at the top of his fly, before slowly pulling the zip down. Daniel lifted his hips off the sofa and hastily pushed his jeans down his legs.
"So impatient."
"Stop talking and put that mouth to a better use," Daniel growled.
Armand licked his lips. The outline of Daniel's dick was even more visible now, and Daniel gasped when Armand palmed him through his underwear and gave him a few lazy strokes.
"Good things come to those who wait," Armand said as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of Daniel's briefs and slowly dragged them down. Daniel whimpered when his cock was finally free.
"I don't wanna wait. I just wanna come."
Armand chuckled.
"The eloquence of a two-time Pulitzer winner."
Daniel reached out and grabbed a handful of Armand's hair, pulling his face towards his crotch. Armand looked up, eyes fierce and mouth just an inch from where Daniel wanted it most. Without saying a word, he parted his lips and flicked the tip of his tongue over the head of Daniel's dick, and Daniel thought he was going to come right then and there. He tightened his grip on Armand's hair and Armand smiled. Never breaking eye contact, he gave the underside of Daniel's cock a long lick, before taking him into his mouth.
Daniel cursed under his breath. He didn't think he was going to last long. Armand wrapped his fingers around the base of his dick and started to suck, keeping a slow, steady rhythm at first, then going deeper, faster.
"Fuck, you're good," Daniel panted, both hands now tangled in Armand's curls. Armand closed his eyes and moaned around him, and Daniel let out a string of profanities as he pushed his hips up, forcing his cock into Armand's willing mouth over and over until it was all too much and he was coming, garbled words escaping his lips as he threw his head back and screwed his eyes shut, heart hammering in his chest.
He stayed like that for a while, slumped against the back of the sofa and breathing heavily, unable to move. He eventually regained control over his muscles and released his hold on Armand's hair, letting his hands drop on the sofa on either side of his thighs. He slowly sat up and glanced down at Armand, who was sitting on his knees between Daniel's legs and looking up at him with a small smirk on his lips.
"Was that satisfactory, Mr. Molloy?"
Daniel could go for a clean exit. A curt answer, a wave of his hand, and they could put everything behind their backs, pretend it never happened and never mention it again.
He didn't want a clean exit.
"You're good at sucking cock," he answered. "What else are you good at?"
Something flashed in Armand's amber eyes and he straightened up, placed both hands on Daniel's thighs and leaned towards him.
"A lot of things. Why don't we move this to the bedroom so I can show you?"
Daniel thought that sounded like a very bad idea. He smiled. He had always been a fan of bad ideas.
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October 2026