Beg for It
© Rudi
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Spoilers: Up to Queen of the Damned
Rating: NC-17
Status: Complete
Characters: Armand & Daniel
Summary: Armand makes an experiment; he takes Daniel's cigarettes away to prove that he knows exactly how to make his little mortal pet beg.

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Daniel was sitting on the bed, naked and sweated, sheets barely covering his lower waist. The young girl he had slept with now laid on the cold floor, drained by the boyish demon that had been watching them both, silently, from the other side of the room. Daniels hand run through his own, now messy hair as he inhaled the cigarette smoke deep into his lungs. He waited a few seconds, the chemicals filling him all, while trying to get a peek of his lover without him noticing. He knew Armand loved to watch him smoke; the paper lit and burn as he aspirated; the expression on his face, relaxing when he could feel the drugs satisfy the craving; the smoke he breathed out, pale white clouds swishing like ghosts in the airhellip; Daniel knew he looked great with a cigarette between his fingers.

Exhaling slowly, he could hear a soft sigh coming from where Armand was sitting, then silence. He took another long inspiration of the cigarette and smiling softly, leaned back on the pillows, his brain rejoicing in sweet nicotine ecstasy. Laying there, his head on one side, his amethyst eyes met his lovers, expecting to find a look of somehow innocent fascination while watching him smoke, as always. But he found something else. A smile. A strange smile. It reminded Daniel of how he had smiled when he first bought a blender and just started to throw random ldquo;ingredientsrdquo; in there. He didnt like it... he was up to something. And he was not drinking some random beverage Armand would fix for him this time, the last time he did he ended up vomiting for three days straight.

It seemed that Armand had noticed Daniels body getting tense because the smile dropped a little. Daniel put the remains of his cigarette out in the ashtray and watched the vampire as he stood up, walked across the room and started to look for something in the inside pocket of the blondes jacket.
"What are you doing?

"An experiment."

Short phrase, clear and yet so complicated. Armands little 'experiments' where certainly something to be afraid of. Daniel still got the marks to prove it.
The boy got on his knees on the bed and tried to get a hold of what the other was doing, his usually careless face fraught with worry now. And then he saw. Armand was holding his box of cigarettes, taking them out one by one, and breaking them in half.

"What the...! What the hell do you think you are doing?"

Daniel could not believe what was now in front of his eyes.

"An experiment, I told you."

He kept breaking them. The fifth, the sixth, the seventh...

"Wait! No, stop! Why are you breaking them? What's this experiment?"

Armand stopped with the last cigarette of the pack in his hand. He looked at Daniel as if he were asking an absolutely obvious question.

"I already know what happens if you smoke, Daniel. It bores me. Now I want to know what happens if you don't."

And with that, he broke the eighth and last one.

Daniel stood up and run next to him, trying to cover himself with the sheets. His violet eyes were wide open, staring at Armand, who still held the broken cigarette in his hand.

"Are you insane? I'll smoke if I want to! You won't tell me what to do!"

"I'd rather if you wouldn't Daniel, I'm doing an experiment."

"And what in the world makes you think I care about what you want?"

Armand just stared at him in surprise. Huge brown eyes stared deep into his, he obviously couldn't understand why his lover was so mad about his little investigation.

"Fuck. I'm going to buy some more."

Daniel quickly got dressed and started to look in every drawer for some money.

Armand just stood there, watching fascinated.

"What is it, Daniel? What's wrong?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

He was starting to get really nervous, the fucking bastard was a millionaire and didn't even have ten bucks for cigarettes!

"Why are you making such a fuss about this?"

Jesus Christ, he sounded like a frigging three year old.

"Well, I don't know Armand, maybe because I'm not quite fond of you breaking my belongings."

Son of a bitch, where did he hid all the change?

"So you never tried to quit smoking? How does it feel?"

That was it. He turned around to face the vampire and saw him standing there, watching him go insane over a pack full of paper cylinders.

"You really wanna know? Well then, I guess it pretty much sucks, Armand. I bet it feels like being with you in the same room for more than ten minutes. Jesus... Why do you have to do this to me? I'm not a toy for you to play with."

Armand listened and didn't say a word. For what seemed ages he didn't move a muscle, his face was a perfect marvel mask. Daniel was tense, irritated and could not stand the sigh of the auburn haired at that moment. But just as he was about to launch himself over the vampire, he spoke.

" I just want to see how it is."

"Fuck you Armand! You know what? You are not getting your way today, I'm going out."

He was heading to the door when he heard Armand's soft velvet laugh fill the air with sharp sarcasm. He approached the mortal boy and whispered in his ear.

"You honestly think I can't make you stay?"

His voice sent chills down Daniel's spine, and as he felt those rock hard fingers pressing on his shoulder he couldn't say another word.

Daniel woke up that night knowing he was being watched. No sunlight entering the room through the window to pierce his eyes, so he had obviously slept all day long and was sure that it was late enough for Armand to be up, probably already staring at him like an idiot.

Eyes still closed, he reached to touch the vampire he knew was beside him, smiling as his hand just barely met the silky skin of Armand's delicate fingers, who in response put his small hand in Daniel's.

"You have a headache."

Well, duh. He had THE Headache of Doom, even that soft whisper had made him want to scream in pain.

"No fucking kidding."

He withdrew his hand from Armand's and sat on the edge of the bed yawning and stretching. He stood up, rubbing his eyes and turned around to meet the teasing smile on that boyish face.

"What the hell's so funny?"

Armand approached him, ignoring the question, and hugged the blond around the neck. Jesus, those frozen arms on his naked shoulders were sending chills down his spine.
"Is it the cold, preternatural skin making you shiver? Or is it something else?

Then he noticed; Daniel's nose tingled as he sniffed the air. Damn him, he smelled like he had been rolled in tobacco since birth!

Daniel wanted to pull away, he wanted to tell Armand to go fuck himself, but he didn't, he had frozen there. He tried to ignore the stench and look away but then he felt the slight pressure of Armand's hand on the back of his head, pulling him closer, making him bury his nose against his auburn hair.

He savored the scent without being able to restrain a soft moan. Fuck, it had been three days since he had last seen a cigarette...

"Armand..."

He sniffed harder on his hair before biting his own lip. He thought he'd keel over from the sharp pleasure it gave him.

"Armand... I"

He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his head.

He wasn't gonna say it.

"I..."

The room started spinning around him.

He wasn't gonna say it.

"I need to smoke."

Ok, he said it. It was a fact he had not dignity left at all.

Wait... Jesus Christ, was that laughter he was hearing? Well, like he had expected a more benevolent answer from Armand...

He could feel the blood rushing to his face, the heat of it while he tried to avoid meeting those eyes.

"Just one... please."

That laugh, the only answer.

"Oh, Daniel... you amuse me so."

He sat on the floor covering his face with his hands, trying not to loose it, trying to maintain some control over himself.

"You know Daniel, I would consider your request if you would ask me more... eagerly. I'm not really sure, do you?..."

He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and waved it in front of the mortal boy.

"Do you really want this Daniel?"

He couldn't help but gasp for air when he saw it. A whole package right there in front of him, so close he was sure he could easily reach for it and put an end to that stupid game. Or couldn't he? Of course Armand would never let him get away with it. He wanted something from him first.

"I'm not going to beg for it, if that's what you mean."

Armand's smirk grew bigger as he reached for the lighter inside the pack.

"I wouldn't be so sure, Daniel."

He lit one of the cigarettes and put it in his mouth. Daniel knew vampires could easily pretend to eat or drink to fool mortals, but smoke too? He wouldn't have believed it before, but when he saw him inhale... Damn, he was good. Brown eyes barely open, staring at the poor boy on the floor as he let the smoke out and touched its fragile figures with the tip of his fingers, as enormous white clouds seemed to flood the entire room.

Daniel couldn't take that. It was just to much. He wanted.. nein, he needed that. So badly. And somehow biting his finger nails didn't do it for him. Neither did cracking his knuckles or grinding his teeth.

In the mean time Armand looked like he was having a party. That jerk.

He had put out the first cigarette and was toying around with the lighter's flame.

"Do you seriously want me to continue Daniel?"

Jesus Christ, no!

"Do whatever you want."

Daniel probably hadn't seen Armand smiling so widely in his life. He pulled out the second cigarette.

"No! wait, you are right. I'm sorry, I... Don't go on please."

Armand looked back at him with the cigarette half way to his mouth and just waited for him to continue.

"I... would you... please, give it to me? Armand, please?"

He reached his hand out but withdrew immediately.

"But why would I Daniel? You don't need it, do you? This?"

He lifted the cigarette just above his shoulder.

"You don't understand, it's not like that! ... I don't need it, I don't."

And Armand would totally buy that. Yep.

" I just... Please, I'm so tired of this, I can't do it anymore..."

"But you don't need it!"

Daniel heard his own weep. And were those tears rolling down his face? Great. Bet he looked fantastic. A real winner.

"I do."

"What's that Daniel?"

"I... I need it."

He didn't intended to, but it sounded so... desperate. Words could have not expressed his embarrassment at that moment. He was begging for it! Ah, but he wanted it.

"I need it Armand, this just feel too fucking bad."

Yes, he depended on magical, wonderful nicotine to survive. He obviously couldn't take the withdrawal, he needed it in his system again, quick. Now.

"Please, please..."

He run both his sweaty hands through his hair, waiting for an answer. That annoyingly melodious laugh again, probably.

But Armand looked away. Was that his smile, fading a little?

"Get up Daniel."

"Armand?"

He tried to meet his eyes but he would not face him. He just kept laying there, staring at the thin air on his right side. Well wasn't that a good time to go all autistic on him.
"What is it now? Look at me! Are you just gonna sit there, looking pretty, with nothing to tell me? Answer me, Armand!

Tears kept rolling down his face.

"Get up Daniel, please."

He smiled viciously as he lit the cigarette between his fingers. Daniel couldn't take the smell of it, and he was now shaking a little.

"What is it? I thought you'd be glad to see me like this..."

It was the only thing he managed to say between grinned teeth.

"I thought so too. But I've changed my mind, you see... I like you better in some other way. I want you to beg for something else."

He put the cigarette in Daniel's mouth and watched him inhale desperately. The blond tried to take it in his hands but Armand wouldn't let him. He withdraw it from Daniel and approached him to lay a kiss on his lips.

"Come to bed now."

Daniel could feel the sweet substances filling him all, making him swoon as he exhaled. He wanted more, and soon. And he wanted Armand too. He crawled to his side and bit his neck hard, trying to draw out the precious vampiric blood, but it was the vampire who cut himself open with a sharp nail, inviting Daniel to drink. The boy's tongue danced deep into the wound, trying to get all the ruby"colored liquid possible. He felt Armand's free hand going down to his crotch as he drank from his neck, and while he was getting another quick inspiration of the cigarette between his lover's fingers, he felt himself harden at the touch. Armand gave Daniel the cigarette, let him take a few more sips from his throat and quickly started to rub him with both his hands.

"A few more drops, please."

Daniel finished smoking the cigarette quickly and the craving for nicotine had disappeared then, but the craving for blood and sex had gotten stronger.

Armand smiled and put his right hand down the other's jeans and reached for his cock, to massage the swollen organ. He bit his other wrist and put it in Daniel's mouth. The mortal boy couldn't suppress a moan. But then suddenly, Armand withdrew from him completely.

"What are you doing?"

The vampire said nothing as he watched his mortal lover breathing heavily underneath him. Daniel desperately needed Armand, and he knew what he wanted. Fuck pride, he wanted sex.
He unbuttoned his pants and took them of, showing Armand his hard on.

"Armand, I'm so hot for you... Please take me, I want you so bad right now!"

He let his back arch upwards. Blushed and sweated he kept begging for it.

"Do me Armand, do me now! I need it, please..."

And then Armand lowered his lips to his cock and started licking the tip with his tongue very slowly. Daniel moaned as his eyes filled with tears.

"I need you."

And now he could feel his dick throbbing harder and harder into Armand's mouth. He was rocking fast, grabbing him, pressing the back of his head to make the vampire take him all in.

"Ah! God, please more!"

With a loud moan Daniel came into his mouth. He was exhausted, drained... And he wanted a cigarette.

Armand took one out of the package, lit it and gave it to him with a devilish smile drawn on his face.

"Horny little devil."

He said as he caressed the blonde's cheeks with the back of his hand.

"That I admit, I am."

"And I like you that way."

Daniel put the lit cigarette on the ashtray and climbed on top of his lover.

"Hey Armand, wanna do it again?"

FIN