Vampire with the Interview

•••• Daniel Molloy RP/Q&A blog • Adult • No sensor • I don't consider anything after PL canon •••• "Don't get me wrong. I understand why they would call it a curse. Maybe in a century from now I'll be bitter but right now I enjoy it. I love being a killer."

[horrorcitos]

AJ ✺ jovqaway

[goodblunt]

(nonchalant) (rock hard) i sense that you kill a lot of people

[just-stupid-vampires]

anyway daniel malloy? absolutely fantastic and wonderful. perfection. don’t even try to talk me out of it i know he’s amazing. do i know why? no. but god do i love that man

[nyislike]

[justineskye]

[spiritofsalem-deactivated201511]

[dannymolloy]

He was suddenly in the room as if spawned out of thin air, holding up a guilty hand.

"Didn't mean to insult."

@perladivenezia

[perladivenezia]

She turned to him, the slightest colour in her cheeks at the confession that the message had come from him.

"What do you mean, to tease me, then?" She said, soft reproach in her voice as she approached him "Or why hide from me? I would not have been offended if I knew it was you"

[dannymolloy]

Seeing her always made Daniel smile in a way it was obvious he had no control over it. His cheeks flushed pink for a moment.

"I thought that was the assignment. Apologies if I misinterpreted." denying his attraction to her would be foolish, for everyone around them knew it. "I do fantasise about you." he admitted. "Can I be held liable for involuntary thoughts?"

[perladivenezia]

Her hand rested on his cheek attracted by that pink flush.

"No, you are right, that was the assignment. I suppose I was expecting death threats or thoughts people would have a reason to hide"

She reached for his hand, thumb on his palm, smiling as he admitted to fantasies about her. It was so much nicer to hear it from his voice. She brought their hands up between them, hovering at the level of her chest.

"That depends, do you want to be liable?"

[dannymolloy]

When she touched him, something in his violet eyes sharpened. Her hand was as soft as he imagined it to be and he wondered what horrid things lay in the memory of her fingerprints. Hyper focus. It rendered him speechless for a few seconds. His gaze followed her hand down to his and he already tried to remember how it felt before the contact would break.

But it did not and she lifted that hand to the source of his debauched desires, eyes now comically glued to her chest.

"What's the punishment for that...?" he asked distracted but seriously, highly considering it. His heartbeat spiked for a second.

[awestiles-deactivated20140221]

[dannymolloy]

He was suddenly in the room as if spawned out of thin air, holding up a guilty hand.

"Didn't mean to insult."

@perladivenezia

[perladivenezia]

She turned to him, the slightest colour in her cheeks at the confession that the message had come from him.

"What do you mean, to tease me, then?" She said, soft reproach in her voice as she approached him "Or why hide from me? I would not have been offended if I knew it was you"

[dannymolloy]

Seeing her always made Daniel smile in a way it was obvious he had no control over it. His cheeks flushed pink for a moment.

"I thought that was the assignment. Apologies if I misinterpreted." denying his attraction to her would be foolish, for everyone around them knew it. "I do fantasise about you." he admitted. "Can I be held liable for involuntary thoughts?"

[dannymolloy]

He was suddenly in the room as if spawned out of thin air, holding up a guilty hand.

"Didn't mean to insult."

@perladivenezia

[devilsfool]

"Hi." he said, unable to suppress a stupidly wide grin.

"Daniel Molloy." He pushed the violet glasses up onto his head and smiled so that his fangs showed. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

[dannymolloy]

It was quite something to have one of your idols remembering your name, no matter if he once wrote about you in a book. He guessed both of them did that to eachother. 1-1, buddy.

"First, thanks for not kicking me out of your domain. That'll make me assume we're friends, by the way, so good luck with that one." he chuckled, a small, fading scar on his cheek almost acting like smile dimple. "Second, your heartbeat lured me in. I couldn't resist. And yes, that'll be the death of me some day, I'm aware. How are you? Can I do anything for you while I'm here?"

[devilsfool]

He grinned, then, a grin that was nothing but fangs. "Do anything? What in the world would you do for me, Daniel? What you doing here, of all places? New York got you down, as they say?"

[dannymolloy]

"Disturbingly more than it'd dare to admit..." he mused, almost more to himelf than intending for Lestat to catch it. But if he did, the more the merrier. A game of 'truth or dare' with the Brat Prince did sound like a fun pastime.

"No, New York is still fine. Gramps just wanted to spend some time with me and take me here. I got away from him while he was lingering in an art gallery." he chuckled. Not that it mattered. Marius would always know where Daniel was and Marius prefered him to be in company, rather that wander on his own, even if it was a bad influence risk like Lestat.

[dannymolloy]

I don't remember the occassion. I was drunk out of my mind. But I remember that shirt coming off and plenty of party horn inuendo while I blew on something else.

[dannymolloy]

“Daniel. Where have you been?”

Daniel had hid himself away in the bathroom the moment he came back home. Armand found him sitting on the edge of the bathtub, quite spectacularly covered in blood and fidgeting at something below his collarbone. Daniel's violet eyes immediatly looked up at Armand with that all too guilty look on his face of being in trouble, instantly covering up whatever he was doing by flattening his hand to that spot. That hand too was shining with fresh blood. But as soon as he did that, he knew there was no way of hiding it from Armand. He pulled his hand away and revealed a rip in his shirt, under which was a wound already closing up. "Wrong side of town?" he answered with a pained grin. "Can't get it out." he eventually said, admitting he got shot, bullet still lodged somewhere in his clavical area. "A little help?"

[angelotnoir]

The pungent scent of Daniel’s blood fills his nostrils before the image which unfolds in front of his light brown eyes can paint him a picture; crimson spots stain the bathroom’s floor, the carpet, making a trail towards the edge of the bathtub where his fledgling is perched on. He urges himself to focus on the scene instead of on the manner the smell which permeates the room dries out his throat as he walks closer, ignorant of the bloody footprints his expensive shoes leave on the porcelain beneath.

He cocks his head to the side, seeing the light glint of metal buried in the flesh the moment Daniel displays the wound to him; the thin hairs at the nape of Armand’s neck stand up with the familiar sensation which coils tightly at the end of his stomach. There was no resisting Daniel’s blood—he knew so. He knows so.

“Mm,” he hums softly, pensively, as if considering his options; his boyish traits display a care that hardly matches his appearance, though the glimmer of desire in the hue of his irises is likely the most befitting characteristic in his demeanor at this point. Then, having decided his next course of action, he leans forward, one hand lifting the ruined and speaks fabric of the shirt while lips brush on the still-soft skin of Daniel’s torso, feathery, slow kisses with mouth and tongue that wipe the blood stains which lead him to the injury itself. A pleased sigh escapes him inadvertently once his tongue finds the wound, lapping at it with a particular tenderness, arms cradling Daniel’s figure around waist in an equal involuntary gesture. He is careful not to push the bullet further in as he cleans the gash with his lips, eyelashes fluttering against Daniel’s chest as a soft, quiet moan reverberates in Armand’s throat.

[dannymolloy]

For Armand not to say anything, could go both ways. Either he was understanding of the situation and just thinking on a solution, or he was going to throw a fit within the next few seconds. Daniel didn't mind either, although the bath edge was hardly a stable surface to have a fight on. Three, two, one... No outburst. Instead, Daniel saw that heat in his maker's eyes, giving a stupidly wide grin when Armand came closer. He observed with growing hunger as Armand lifted the shirt. The mouth and tongue hardly came as a surprise now, but Daniel was as sensitive to these affections as he had always been and when Armand reached the wound and added that delicious sting to it, Daniel was sold.

"Oh ssshit-" he uttered on a breath, one of his hands reaching for Armand's curls, raking his digits slowly over his scalp to keep him there. "Can you get it out?" he asked, but on a tone that suggested dirty talk. "Before it closes and you have to cut me open again."

[angelotnoir]

“Mm,” Armand’s hum caressed the skin beneath the wound, pleased with the sensation of Daniel’s digits burying inside his auburn hair. He then lifted his head ever so slightly, locking his amber gaze with his lover’s lavender pools. “Do you even have health insurance, Mr. Molloy?” The cheeky, crooked smile that curved on his red-stained lips before his tongue shamelessly darted over them and across a glinting fang adorned his boyish traits with an even more daring look; that of a bold teen up to no good.

“How can I perform such an operation without knowing if you can afford it?” Tilting his head, his lips approached the point of perforation of the bullet, tongue dragging flat over the surface. Ripples of delight coursed through his body, pupils slightly widened with desire for more—more of his fledgling’s taste, more of him as a whole. “How do you intend to pay me for my services, sir?” A soft, enamored and impish chuckle chimed lightly against the pale flesh, eyes flickering upwards to admire whatever shift in Daniel’s handsome traits, in the candor of his expressions. “I must know before I can continue, you must understand.”

[dannymolloy]

Selling his soul to the devil, was the best thing Daniel had ever done, that impish sparkle in Armand's big eyes, combined with that glittering, hot red, blood stained mouth was all he would ever need to see to be content and stimulated and happy.

Daniel let out a laggy groan when Armand licked the wound, making it sting but in such a good way, it was a massive turn-on. His body gave a twitch under Armand's hold and his own hand caressed feverishly through those curls.

"You can take out my kidneys next, if that's worth anything." he replied, sucking in air through his teeth, his small, young fangs momentarily on display. "The liver's fucked, so I wouldn't take that one."

He wanted more of this- more of him, more of the delicious pain and did not want it to stop too soon.

"Take it out with your tongue." questions turning into eager requests, that blood stained mouth fogging up his mind in all the best ways. "Make it hurt."

[angelotnoir]

The sounds which escape Daniel’s lips that mingle pleasure with agony only stoke the fire of Armand’s ardor further, urging him to continue, to go further and deeper into their exchange.

“I have a preference for something else,” he answers with a hum, one of his slender, pretty hands skimming upwards to rest above Daniel’s nude chest, lying above the left side. “Your heart. That would suffice as payment, I believe.” The soft cadence of his voice murmurs, lips still curled in the remnants of that devilish, satisfied smile.

Without much effort from his part, he swiftly guides Daniel to lie on the blood-stained bathroom floor with his back against the tiled walls. His own thighs straddled his fledgling’s lap as he deliberately accommodated himself above the area of his crotch, digits tearing the decadent fabric of his stained shirt with nary a tug.

“What a demanding patient you are, Mr. Molloy,” he chuckles in genuine mirth, the sound of his laugh melting into a pleased hum. That Daniel was marking such requests aroused him considerably and unabashedly, familiar as he was with his preferences. Thus, his mouth returns to the gaping wound itself, copper lashes fluttering shut as quiet moan reverberates in Armand’s throat. His tongue laps and prods around the injury, making the discomfort linger, letting the flavor of rust cling to his lips. Only when uncontrollable responses from Daniel’s body begin to reach him, be it by the bulge beneath his behind growing tauter or the added tension around his digits that are buried in his auburn hair, does Armand slips his tongue in the bleeding cavity, his own fingers digging lightly on the skin of Daniel’s waist.

He dawdles deliberately, moaning against the gash as blood pours from the corners, dripping into his eager mouth. The taste of metal that reaches his palate is less pleasant, but one which is soon rectified as he nudges around the bullet with the tip of his tongue, dragging it out slowly until it falls flat somewhere in between them, forsaken, for Armand’s attention remains on the crimson fluid that slips from it unimpended, coaxing a lewd, muffled sound from his crimson-painted lips.

“Was the pain sufficient, beloved?” Armand straightens his posture slowly as the wound begins to close by itself, wiping his lips by licking them clean before Daniel’s heated, dazed gaze. A pleased, smug smile decorates his boyish visage, digits reaching to brush Daniel’s golden locks away from his dazzling lavender eyes whilst he leans forward, petal lips lingering close to his. “Or do you desire more?”

[dannymolloy]

"It's yours-" He let Armand guide him to the floor. Armand could hang him naked from a tree, covered in honey to let the bears feast on him and he would still be okay with it. But there was no honey, just blood. No bears, just the devil in his lap.

His body shivered as he felt that tongue plunge into his severed pectoral muscle. Felt it scrape past the sensitive, freyed edge of his flesh and rub against screaming, exposed nerves. Desperate noises left his mouth, foot kicking for a second when he felt the bullet shift, which put him in a whole new world of hurt. Conflicted by years of unhealthy nurturing, his mind wanted to both push Armand off of him and respond to his actions with arousal. The latter always won out.

His heart was racing, a knot of stimulation unfurling in his lower stomach. When he felt the deepest of stings and was close to tapping out , he felt the heat retract from the wound and then felt the wet metal hit his shoulder and heard the soft ring with every bounce it took o the tiles beside him, before it came to a stop. But the sight before him kept him right in the mood.

Colour families started to blend, as the auburn and the heavily lidded amber and the glittering red all formed a gloriously ghastly image on the devil's face. "Definitely more." he uttered desperately, using one hand in the back of Armand's neck to pull him in for a slippery, bloody kiss- he wanted to be covered in more of it- and the other hand squeezing the boy's thigh while slowly pressing his semi-aroused state against his maker's bottom. He needed more blood, but there was not a doubt in his mind Armand would provide it soon enough.

[blackamydunne1-deactivated20170]

happy pride month to gays who fuck monsters

[audible-smiles]

Underappreciated detail of the Devil's Minion vampire voyeurism tidbit is that all these random people come home with them because they want to fuck Armand and none of them ever get to do so. His "power to seduce was almost beyond his control". World's shittiest vampire power, truly, especially in a world where all vampires have ED. Making Daniel fuck these people is a hilarious move and "if Armand could possibly arrange it" implies a real delight in being able to pull it off. Imagine hitting on someone ethereally beautiful at the club and his eyes light up but he then immediately starts trying to sell you on the virtues of fucking his boyfriend, a normal human man who looks vaguely irritated by the entire situation. Incredible.

[lonniiii-deactivated20170829]

When my future husband comes home from WORK and asks what’s for dinner

[eearth-deactivated20180601]

When it’s pussy for dinner yet again and you aint had a cooked meal in months

[yaoiblackmold]

Every vampire is all "oh drinking blood is better than any food, drugs, even sex" but I don't even believe them because all of them were literally made before the invention of really good drugs and before we got all the nice foods from the new world, so I don't trust any of their opinions. Lestat has never ate a potato and Armand hasn't ever even tasted tomaotes. The only guy I trust is Daniel Molloy who has probably tried every drug on earth, has definitely ate nice food and would be a valid judge on how good drinking blood really is.

[dannymolloy]

"Can confirm."