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Louis ate already and then went home afterwards and deep down was hoping to find Lestat there. Lestat wasn’t home yet, Louis had chalked it up to him having an elaborate kill tonight..or maybe he was with her .
The only noise in the house is the sound of fire burning and the turning of the pages of the book that Louis held in his hand as he sat in a chair near the warmth. Although, He was hardly comprehending what he was reading. He was only staring at the words and when he felt like his eyes were going to burn a hole in the page he flipped to the next one.
The entire act was maddening. Sometimes during the time he was alone, he thought about the ways he could make Lestat only desire him. He knows he’ll never be the perfect vampire but he tried. He was always trying..and yet Lestat still went to Antoinette.
Louis hated it. He hardly said anything about it but he hated it terribly. Louis was always home after a meal like a good little fledgling. Louis gripped the book tighter as he thought, perhaps that's all Lestat truly saw him as? Not a partner, not a lover, not an equal…just a fledgling for him to mold. Louis didn’t realize his nails were piercing through the hardcover book he held as his thoughts started up like a car that was about to zoom through the street at the highest speed.
Perhaps it's the simple fact that Antoinette is prettier than Louis. Her hair was always in those stupid fucking neat curls. Her pink lipstick always blended nicely with her skin. She had a bright smile that Lestat always mirrored when they were together..Maybe that's why Lestat wanted her the way he did.
Oh no. He doesn’t think I’m pretty anymore.
Louis didn’t hear the bind of the book he held begin to tear, the bits of leather falling into his lap. He only continued his actions and soon the book came apart and so did he. His shoulders shook as tears poured from his eyes and sobs erupted from his soul. He grew irritated with the broken piece of literature in his hand and just dropped it to put his head in his hands and weep.
He sobbed and hiccuped and didn’t bother wiping the tears away…Lestat usually did that anyway. He would do it with the back of his hand or maybe a tissue, and then he would focus on making Louis feel better. He did whatever it took, he kissed him til he was breathless. They made love until Louis was crying tears of pleasure, they would take a bath together and Lestat would leave kisses on top of his head. He wanted those moments back, where did they go anyway? Why did they run away to leave this relationship to fall?
‘If you do it on your monthly, he’ll never leave you.’ Louis remembers. He had heard two women talking outside of a bar one time after he fed. ‘He’ll only have eyes for you after that.’
‘That don’t sound bad.’ The other woman replied and then they bursted into a fit of laughter.
Yeah...that’ll make him stay.
Louis’ nails were so sharp that drawing blood was easy, he could make something work.
He walked up the steps to the bedroom and found the small bottles of oil in the drawer. He took them all out and walked to the bathroom. He turned on the light with his elbow and then placed the bottles on the sink counter. One by one he opened them and poured their contents down the drain.
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Lestat came home the next night to an empty living room. He could smell Louis from where he was standing, perhaps Louis was in his coffin. He sighed and went upstairs. He peeked his head in the coffin room but then he heard Louis call his name. He was surprised when he turned around to see Louis standing there naked with want in his eyes.
“Louis…” was all Lestat could get out. Louis moved closer, placing his hands on Lestat’s clothed chest. Lestat responded by placing his hands on Louis’ waist and kissing him. Louis moaned lightly into the kiss when he felt Lestat’s hands go to his bare hips. Lestat’s tongue slid in his mouth and slid across the roof of his mouth and Louis’ hips pressed against Lestat’s front. Lestat pulled away and started to leave kisses on Louis’ neck.
“I missed you,” Louis said.
Lestat hummed against his skin in response, “I missed you” Lestat replied. The next minute Louis was being lifted and his legs reflexively wrapped around Lestat’s hips. Lestat continued kissing him as he walked them both to the bed where he plopped Louis down and then crawled on top of him. He held Louis’ hips in his hands as he kissed Louis’ bare chest, sliding his tongue over the nipple occasionally. Louis sighed as his hands went down to rest in Lestat’s hair, he gripped the golden mane when he felt Lestat’s mouth begin to suck on the sensitive flesh of his nipple. Louis opened his eyes a little to look down at Lestat. It was almost like…Lestat was drinking from him. He yelped when he felt a finger press at his hole.
Perfect Timing.
Louis grinded against Lestat’s finger until he felt Lestat start to press past the ring of muscle.
“Lestat wait…” Lestat pulled away with a concerned look on his face. “Get the oil.” Lestat nodded and then climbed off of Louis, the bed bouncing as he moved until his feet hit the floor. He pulled the drawer open and grabbed one black bottle of oil. He climbed back on the bed and rested on his knees between Louis’ legs as he turned the top off the small container.
Louis watched his husband's face as the smell of blood hit Lestat’s nose. His eyes were completely black now as the tip of his nose moved up and down, sniffing it. He raised the opening to his nose and deeply inhaled the scent. His face read nothing but disbelief and arousal, of course. He tipped the bottle over above his finger and red dripped out.
“Don’t waste that,” Louis said. Lestat turned towards him and Louis sat up.
“It took me a while to fill them. Just put it to use Les” Louis said and Lestat just kept his eyes on him until it was time for him to speak.
“Louis..this is yours” Lestat said, it wasn’t a question. He knew what Louis smelled like.
“Yeah…figured we could try something new tonight” Louis shrugged as if this was something casual. “I know I haven’t been in the mood lately Baby…so I thought we could do something new to get us going again.”
Lestat said nothing but the look in his eyes did nothing but show how interested he was. Louis smiled and then laid back down against the pillow, grabbing his legs and pulling them back til they touched his shoulders. Lestat placed the oil down on the nightstand and began taking off his clothes. He settled back between Louis’ legs once he was completely naked, his erection pressing into Louis’ hip. Lestat poured the blood onto two of his fingers and then pressed his pointer finger to Louis’ hole.
His finger sank in with ease and it created a wonderful picture. Louis’ tight ring was covered in blood and Lestat’s hand was red with it. Louis moaned in delight when Lestat’s finger curled against that bundle of nerves inside him. He saw stars and a string of moans followed as Lestat repeated the motion over and over again. The scent of blood mixed with Louis’ moaning in the air was heavenly. Louis wasn’t even sure if this was what he was supposed to feel but he didn’t want it to stop. As Lestat moved his finger inside him, his other hand came to hold Louis’ hip in place.
“Would you like to take another my love?” Lestat asked, voice rough with desire.
“Please” Louis begged happily and Lestat gave him what he wanted. Louis’ back arched off the bed when he felt both of Lestat’s fingers pressing against his prostate. His legs began to shake as he felt himself getting closer towards the end.
“Ah–Wait Les” Louis whined.
“What is it?” Lestat asked. He stopped moving his hand but he didn’t take his hand out of Louis.
“I need you inside” Louis said breathlessly, “Need you inside before I come.” he added with a shaky voice. Lestat removed his hand from inside Louis and used it to stroke his dick, giving it a red tint. Louis watched and such a thin layer simply would not be enough to make Lestat stay.
“That's not enough” Louis whined and Lestat nodded.
“Of course my love. Need you nice and wet for me” Lestat said. Louis grinned slightly as he watched Lestat grab the container of blood off the nightstand, he poured the rest of it into the palm of his hand then lathered his dick up with it. Louis pressed his knuckles to his mouth to stifle his giggling as he watched Lestat do exactly what he wanted him to do.
Lestat finished lathering himself up, making a thicker coat of blood on himself. Perfect , Louis thought.
“Inside me, now” Louis demanded.
“Of course Princess” Lestat teased and then both of his large hands came to hold Louis’ bare hips and he lined himself up with Louis’ hole. His tip rested against Louis’ hole before he slid in easily with one simple thrust with a groan and a whimper from Louis’ lips. Lestat wasted no time as he immediately started fucking into Louis. Louis’ toes curled and he cried out as he felt Lestat's tip press repeatedly into his prostate. The sensation and the smell was so overwhelming that Louis could barely keep his eyes open. It was perfect. The headboard rocked against the wall at a fast pace and produced a noise that went to Louis’ groin.
Louis’ hole clenched around Lestat for a second and the elder vampire groaned and leaned down to give Louis a filthy kiss. Louis kissed back and opened his mouth to let Lestat’s tongue glide wherever it pleased. Lestat’s other hand came down to slap Louis’ ass and Louis yelped as he felt his cheek shake against Lestat’s dick. Louis was beaming, this was everything he wanted tonight. Lestat’s dick covered in his blood and deep inside him, being so rough yet so loving with him. This was what those women meant, this is what it feels like when your man wants only you.
By the time Lestat pulled his mouth away, Louis had blood running down the side of his face and as Lestat moved above him he noticed that his blood covered Lestat’s lips and in the back of mind he wondered what it would be like to have Lestat eat him out until his hole was gushing with blood. The thought of it sent Louis over the edge and soon his eyes were rolling to the back of his head as he was covering him and Lestat’s abdomen with his own come. Lestat kept thrusting into him, helping him ride out his orgasm but soon the feeling became overwhelming.
“N–not done?” Louis asked, voice hoarse.
“Not even close,” Lestat confessed as he slowed down his thrust a little for Louis’ sake. “I could stay inside you forever.”
Louis stared up at Lestat with wide eyes and he eventually began to smile. His smile grew wide and he placed a loving hand on Lestat’s face as the tears from the over stimulation gathered at the corners of his eyes. He pulled Lestat down for another kiss.