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Over the course of the past few years, life--or rather, death? unlife? undead life?--has thrown Armand's one and only fledgling, Daniel Molloy, quite a few curveballs.
Discovering that he'd been chased and tortured around the globe by an obsessive 500-something year-old vampire was one thing. Armand's pretty sure Daniel is over that. Then discovering that said chase had lasted for at least twelve years and had even been romantic, sexual, and everything in between? Daniel had handled that with relative ease, too--and a table thrown in Armand's general direction. Plus the whole thing where Armand had erased nearly half his memories and rewrote the other half?
Well. Armand is about seventy-three percent certain he's been forgiven for that little stunt.
He's not entirely certain that he's been forgiven for temporarily abandoning his fledgling. But after a couple years of searching, his stubborn, brilliant boy has finally caught up to him. As they uncovered various memories of Daniel's, mostly through him drinking Armand's blood, Daniel also began to remember their… numerous sexual adventures.
Sometimes, the memories would return in to Daniel in dreams, or he'd see them almost like visions as he drank Armand's blood. There's also a decent chance of the classic object/location recognition. Armand records all of this in excruciating detail, of course ("like a freak", as Daniel would put it). Can you blame him? His boy is endlessly fascinating.
But Armand's favorite method of recovering Daniel's memories--and the most effective, in his completely unbiased opinion--is when they have sex. He may have erased Daniel's cognitive memories of their time together, but his body? Oh, his body had never forgotten, and it turns Armand on like nothing else has ever turned him on before.
Take their current predicament, for example.
They'd started out relatively tame, at least for them. He'd allowed Daniel to sleep in and rut against him before they went for a long walk together. Draining someone for breakfast, making out over their victim's dead body, dumping the body, then stumbling back to their hotel. Tossing their bloody clothes all over the entryway, gnawing on the other's neck, dragging sharp claws down each other's body, and dry humping. The usual.
Now Armand has Daniel on the bed. He's barely done anything and his boy is already eager for him, on his back and spreading his legs.
"Eager, insatiable boy," Armand huffs, as if he isn't just as impatient. Having already trimmed his nails earlier, he dumps lube on his fingers before plunging them into Daniel's hole.
Daniel shouts in surprise more than pain. "Fuck, Armand!" He lets out a startled laugh. "Who's the eager one, again?"
"Hush, Daniel." Armand doesn't bother with going slow and sweet with prep tonight. He'd never admit it, but Daniel is right. They both know how fast and rough Armand likes to go, and they both know how fast and rough Daniel likes to take it.
He watches his fingers work into Daniel's hole, working him open. Oh, how he wishes he still had that butt plug with the fluffy dog tail attached. Daniel had been irresistable, begging Armand to replace it with something bigger and more satisfying. Perhaps Armand should look into getting a new one. But first he should reintroduce him to the idea of pet play, and there's no better time than the present.
Daniel begins to squirm. "I'm ready, Armand, fuck, that's the spot--"
Armand withdraws his fingers, careful not to push Daniel too far just yet. He shoves a pillow under Daniel's hips. "Hold your legs up for me."
Daniel scrambles to obey, his hands braced under his knees on either side of Armand's waist.
"Good boy," Armand praises as he slowly enters Daniel. "You know, you were quite the fiend for pet play back then. Perhaps we can… revitalize your memories of that tonight. How does that sound, beloved?"
Daniel moans at the thought. Armand knows from keeping tabs on (read: stalking) Daniel that he'd never ventured into pet play after the memory erasure. Maybe it was because it only felt right with Armand. No one else could make his stubborn boy submit so easily, so deeply.
"Puppy play, huh? Bet you made me bark and roll over for that one, yeah? What, did I have to go to training class?" Daniel snarks, pretending to be unaffected. In truth, Armand knows he couldn't be more turned on by the idea if he tried.
Armand delivers a sharp slap to his ass for that one.
"You were such a good pup for me, wearing your leash and collar, even a tail… You didn't require a muzzle back then, but perhaps now you would benefit from being properly disciplined," Armand pants into his ear, his hips giving a particularly harsh thrust on the last phrase.
Daniel's dick twitches and his body involuntarily clenches around Armand, causing the older vampire's consistent thrusting to falter. He smirks.
"Well boss, maybe you just weren't a very responsible dog owner," Daniel taunts. And really, what happens next is his own fault. He should've known better than to bite the hand that feeds.
Armand's eyes flash with lust and anger simultaneously. Growling, he pulls out of Daniel and flips him over on his stomach all within the span of a blink. Without warning, he immediately shoves himself back inside, and the new angle sends Daniel reeling.
"What the--fuck, Armand, ohhh fuck, fuck!" Daniel moans into the pillow. "Yes, right there, fuck, harder, babe!"
Armand slams into him at an inhuman pace. Even years later, his boy is so tempting, luring him ever closer to the edge. But he holds off on releasing until he hears the real pleading begin.
"Babe, please, I'm so close," Daniel begs oh so sweetly, but Armand cannot give him what he wants. Not when he's acting like a disobedient brat, an insolent child, a dog who knows better than to disobey its owner.
"I'm not sure you deserve to come anymore, Daniel," Armand says mockingly. At least his boy has remembered that he needs Armand's permission; it's better than nothing. He grabs Daniel's hair and yanks his head back as he leans in close. "Not after you just mouthed off to your owner, hm?"
Daniel whimpers, his arms trembling beneath him as hips desperately push back against Armand. "No, no, please, I didn't mean it, please Armand, I'm so close--"
Armand laughs. "No, my dear," he says cruelly. "You've been a bad, bad boy. And bad boys don't get to come."
With that, he grabs the base of Daniel's length in a tight grip, stifling Daniel's imminent orgasm.
"Fuck!" Daniel yells hoarsely. His curses dissolve into incoherent pleas that fall on deaf ears. He thrashes around, tries to rut against Armand's hand, but Armand brings his other hand down to dig his nails into a bruising grip on Daniel's side.
"Stay," Armand commands. His hips continue to pound into Daniel at a punishing rate. Within minutes, he spills into Daniel's hole, but he doesn't stop thrusting.
"Armand, please, I'm sorry," Daniel cries. His eyes have rolled back in pleasure, and Armand is nearly tempted to give in. "Please please please, let me come, babe, I'll never back talk you again, I swear! I can be good!"
Armand slows his thrusts, his own length softening compared to Daniel's, which is still twitching in his grasp. Daniel spasms helplessly around him. His neck is bare, soft and open, and Armand hisses in reluctance. Biting Daniel now would likely make him come without permission. To do so without further discipline would render this punishment useless, so he abstains.
Armand roughly pulls out of Daniel and removes his hand from his cock, watching his red come drip down Daniel's thighs. "I highly doubt that, Daniel. I think we'll have to retrain you."
He spreads Daniel's cheeks apart and hooks a thumb in his hole. "I suppose we'll need a muzzle for you, after all," he muses. "A cock cage too, I should think. Yes, that will do nicely. As for a leash, perhaps you'll require a more… severe reminder of who you belong to."
Daniel groans as he collapses onto his front. Armand turns him over before he can try rutting into the sheets like the naughty boy he is, and Daniel all but writhes with unreleased tension. Red-tinged precome has started to leak out of his cock, but he hasn't orgasmed yet. Good.
"Armand, baby, please, it hurts," he whines. His hands reach for Armand, but he doesn't dare reach between his legs. He knows by now that any attempt to relieve himself will result in even further punishment.
Perhaps there's hope for him yet.
Armand presses a soft kiss on both of Daniel's palms, then he gently lifts Daniel off the bed. "If you're truly repentant, Daniel, I'll offer you a chance to prove that you can still listen to and obey me."
Daniel buries his face into the crook of Armand's neck. "Anything," he says breathlessly.
Armand leads them over to their coffin. It's wide enough for both of them, but Daniel will be sleeping alone tonight--as a test.
"You may not touch yourself tonight or seek pleasure in any way," he says, in a voice that commands absolute obedience. "I will know if you do."
Daniel stares back, defiant as ever. "Oh, yeah? And what if I--?"
Lightning-quick, Armand's hand shoots out and twists one of Daniel's nipples. Daniel howls in surprise, his hips bucking up into the empty air.
"If you even think about touching yourself," he hisses, "I will not allow you to come for a month."
A look of fear flashes across Daniel's face. "You wouldn't," he rasps, knowing damn well that Armand actually would.
"Do not test me, Daniel," Armand warns as he lets go of Daniel's chest. "You've already been such a bad boy. Don't make your training any harder than it needs to be."
"And if I'm good?" Daniel asks hopefully.
Armand lets out a hum of consideration. "I'm not sure this will be enough to fully retrain you," he answers with a resigned sigh. "But still, I must reward good behavior. If you refrain from orgasming or pleasuring yourself until tomorrow night, then yes. I will grant you permission to come."
Daniel licks his lips. "Yes, boss. Challenge accepted."