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Armand/Daniel! Opening line: "I am not jealous."

This one definitely got away from me and is longer than intended. Oops! Thank you for the prompt!!

“I am not jealous.” Armand folded his arms over his chest, his lips pushed into a petulant little pout.

Daniel had to work not to laugh at how seriously he’d taken the accusation. He’d been joking, of course. The idea that his vampire stalker would be jealous of some guy he’d been flirting with in the bar was absurd. Not that it mattered. The guy made a quick exit when Armand had appeared behind them. He’d said simply, “Daniel,” in a tone that might have implied, to a casual observer, that he was a jealous boyfriend annoyed at finding his lover engaging in a flirty conversation with someone else, and the man had taken his leave.

Daniel had sighed, realizing he wasn’t getting laid any time soon, and watched the guy go. Shame. He had a nice ass. Then he’d turned to Armand and implied he was jealous, and now he was likely going to lose him, too, and end up spending the night alone.

A wave of horror ran through him at the realization that he didn’t want Armand to go. That he was relieved to see him. Much as he’d been hoping to take that guy home, it had been almost two weeks since Armand had appeared, and the longer stretches of time between interactions with the vampire made him nervous that maybe somehow he’d lost this game they were playing with the worst possible door prize: nothing at all.

Armand’s gaze fell on him and Daniel remembered with sudden horror how easily he could hear his thoughts. He swallowed and then took a swig of the beer that was in front of him, generously purchased by the hot guy he’d almost gotten back to his hotel room, with his taught muscles and strong hands. Daniel had pictured all of the things he wanted that man to do to him. He looked across the bar and saw he’d joined a couple in their booth. He wondered if they knew him or if he was merely seizing an opportunity. Maybe the three of them were going to have a very good night.

“I can get him back for you,” Armand said beside him.

Daniel jolted, pulse jumping. He turned to Armand, who’d dropped his arms and was now watching the man and his new companions with a predatory glint in his eye. Did Armand want to kill the man? What would that look like? He could picture the man in Armand’s arms as easily as his own, only it would be a different kind of swoon, a different ending. Heat shot through him down to his groin.

Armand wore a collared shirt that was too tight against his arms, doubtless stolen from someone he’d killed. He had muscles, too, clearly defined. He was strong, not just from immortality but from whatever mortal life he’d lived. And his hands were pale and dotted with glittering rings. Daniel could imagine those hands on his body, sliding up and down his torso.

Armand’s predatory amber eyes shifted to him. Daniel’s breath hitched. These kinds of thoughts were liable to get him killed. And yet he couldn’t help wondering how it would feel to have Armand’s fangs in his neck, his lips on his skin...

“Do you want him?” Armand asked.

Daniel swallowed uneasily again. He glanced back over at the man. And then at Armand, his auburn hair cropped short so it skimmed the tops of his pale ears and he looked slightly older, maybe even like he had a year or two on Daniel. Funny how he could alter his appearance and yet he was always one thing: fascinating.

“No,” Daniel said. “What are you doing here?”

Dumb question, of course. What was he ever doing but popping up to give Daniel a heart attack before vanishing again as Daniel ran, never staying in one place for more than couple of nights. He’d flown from Manila to Hawaii to Seattle, and then rented a car, which was brought him here, a bar in Idaho, where he’d felt lucky to encounter someone who was even into him.

Armand had great timing.

“The real question is what you’re doing here,” Armand said. “Why this place?”

Daniel shrugged. “A stop on the road. I figured I’d drive through Montana and then…” He stopped. Wasn’t the point of the game to elude Armand? Why he was about to give him his whole itinerary?

“And this bar?” Armand asked.

“I don’t know, it seemed more relaxed, less…” Sporty. More likely to be a place gay men would hang out, unlike some of their bars he’d passed with raucous crowds and sports games on the television. This was place was more high end, or as high end as it got around here. And he hadn’t been wrong.

Armand was watching him in that way he had, gaze penetrative, like he could see into his soul. Maybe he could. “You hoped to meet someone.”

Daniel sighed. “Yeah, well, a guy has needs.” He took another swig of his beer. An amber ale, slightly hoppy with hints of barley and honey.

“Such as?” Armand asked.

Daniel stared at him. He wasn’t seriously asking. He might be a vampire who was hundreds of years old but surely he’d known such things when he’d been mortal. “You know what I mean.” He pulled his cigarettes from his pocket and lit one, taking a deep drag until the smoke filled his lungs. He exhaled. Armand continued to look at him expectantly.

“You know, needs. Don’t tell me I have to spell it out for you,” Daniel said.

In his periphery, he saw the guy he’d been hoping to spend the night with slide out of the booth and head for the door, followed closely by the couple. The guy gave him a little shrug as he passed. Sorry, man, it seemed to say. The three of them left the bar in a group and disappointed washed over him. He licked his lips.

“He’d prefer to have you,“ Armand said, his voice low. “He likes your eyes. You do have unusually alluring violet eyes.”

Daniel turned, heat flushing into his face. “Lucky me,” Daniel said sarcastically, tapping the ash off his cigarette.

“I can bring him back.”

Daniel snorted. “No thanks,” Daniel said. “Besides, then what you would do?”

He was joking, like he’d been joking about the jealousy, but the look on Armand’s face was thoughtful, curious. It sent another jolt through Daniel, hot and electric. What would he do? Watch? Was it was another thing he wanted to learn about humanity, how they tumbled together in the sheets?

And why the hell did he find that idea so enticing? The thought of those amber eyes on him as he moved with another, bodies entwined while the vampire studied them, made him shift uneasily on the bar stool, his hand shaking as he brought the cigarette back to his lips. He felt hot all over. He wanted to go back to his hotel room and take a cold, cold shower.

Armand’s eyes were still trained on him and he could almost feel him in his mind, reading his thoughts. “Is that something you’d be interested in? To see how mortals do it?” Daniel asked, trying to sound derisive, as if obviously it couldn’t be true. Surely it was beneath him.

“I would find it educational,” Armand said.

Daniel flushed harder. Educational! He had to make it sound as clinical and weird as possible and yet the thought of it made Daniel’s groin strain against his jeans. What the hell was wrong with him? This vampire was chasing him around the world and might decide to kill him for his own amusement and yet the thought of having him in the bedroom while he stripped naked and another man touched him was exhilarating! He wanted that. A lot. Maybe they could even skip the middleman. He could strip off Armand’s clothes and see just how muscular he was beneath it all.

Armand took the cigarette from his shaking hand and brought it to his own lips, which looked soft and capable of all kinds of things. He took a drag and handed it back to him before leaning close to whisper in his ear, breath surprisingly hot against his skin. “See, I have no reason to be jealous.”

Armand slid off the stool. Daniel faltered. “Where are you going?”

“To get your friend back,” Armand said.

Daniel wasn’t sure if he was serious or not, but he quickly ordered a double shot of whiskey and downed it one go. Just in case.

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