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“Did you notice, in the video, that Daniel was in the daylight?”
“Mm. The Suntan.”
Louis grabs his drink off the bar and takes several sips from his glass. Through his peripherals, he could see Lestat watching him as he swallows the liquid. Just for show, he lets a little leak out the corner of his mouth, and when he pulls the cup down, he uses his thumb to usher the stray drop back into his mouth, then sucks on his thumb.
He can admit he’s playing it up, but after seeing how Lestat reacted to the first sip, he has to put on a show. His blood is the source of life itself. With each sip, static flows in his veins, waking up his organs and dousing them in water from the fountain of youth. Simply put, he fucking loves it. His. It’s all his. Not TC, not Gabriella-Sofia, whatever she wants to call herself, not Nikki’s, and certainly not Antoinette's. His, all his. Lestat should never give it away without asking.
The situation is fucked, but it’ll be okay. There’s no one else he’d rather do life with. He would help Lestat, punish Daniel, then he’d kill Sofia. He'd handle everything. He’d do anything for Lestat. Today that meant accepting him for the mother fucker he is. Tomorrow kill the mother he fucks.
For tonight, it was better to focus on them.
“You’re a lot more shy than before,” Louis teased.
“Shy? I perform concerts in front of thousands of people, shy does not describe me.” He moves his head with every word, and Louis has to refrain from rolling his eyes.
“Yes, Shy.” He smirks around the glass. “I’ve been throwing you hints all night.”
“Have you?”
“Didn’t deny we were a couple. Paraded you around my restaurant. Almost cried when you sung brutal love.”
Lestat twists the ring on his right with the fingers of his left. “What is it that you are hinting at?” Lestat was trying and failing to be nonchalant.
Louis places his arm on the bar and leans against it. “You know. You're just being difficult.”
Lestat starts to tap his fingertips on the bar. He opens his mouth, then turns his face away before turning back to look in Louis’ eyes.
“No, I don’t know, Louis. Eighty years is a long time.”
Louis doesn’t take the bait and just stares at the side of Lestat’s face. “Long enough to make you scared.”
“That’s not fair.” Lestat huffs.
Louis brings his hand next to Lestat’s but doesn’t touch him. He knows Lestat can feel the heat from his freshly fed body.
“So make it fair.” Louis whispers, tapping his pinky against Lestat’s hand.
Lestat’s whole body jerked when they made contact, and Louis smirked to himself. This was all going according to plan.
Or, so he thought. Lestat placed his hands in his lap and stared at the bottles behind the bar. He was trying and failing to feign interest in the variety.
Teasing aside, Lestat was scared, and Louis would be lying if he said his apprehension wasn’t well founded, but this isn’t Lestat; Lestat acts first and thinks later. He doesn’t care about boundaries, or any of that stuff.
He turns and meets Louis’s eyes and gives a sad smile before turning back to the bottles.
“Just be yourself, ” Louis says, all teasing stripped from his voice. “It’s just me.”
Somewhere behind them, a waitress dropped a tray of drinks, causing a loud crash. While Lestat observed the aftermath, Louis reached between his legs and pulled his chair closer to Lestat's.
When Lestat turned back around, their faces almost touched. Lestat didn’t flinch, but he did move his gaze back to the bottles.
Louis could see his chest rising and falling rapidly, and he could feel Lestat getting antsy under his gaze.
“I like the music in here you should pl-“ Lestat freezes as his eyes meet Louis again.
Louis bites his lip and lets his eyes move from Lestat’s eyes, to his lips, to his neck, to his chest, before slowly dragging them back up. "I like this shirt on you."
Lestat reaches his hand up and cups Louis’ face. Finally. He lets his thumb rub his cheek as his eyes scan his face. Lestat leans in and brushes a few coils from Louis' face. Then he drops his hand and starts talking about the music again.
“Forget about the music Lestat.” Louis says, his impatience growing.
“No, the music is the most important aspect of a bar or restaurant you know that.”
Louis grit his teeth in frustration. Too many emotions hit him at once. The joy of the chase, the sadness from their separation, the guilt from his assumptions about France, the longing for his maker, the high from Lestat’s blood, and the need to have Lestat again.
His fangs descend as he feels himself getting worked up.
“Les,” he says, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Lestat cups Louis cheek again and rubs his thumb across the stubble there. He kisses the side of his mouth just past his lips. Always Such a tease.
“Don’t have to be shy,” Louis whispers, “just be you.”
“Oh?” Lestat hums back. He continues rubbing as he scans Louis’ face.
It’s frustrating, but it makes Louis smile. Lestat, the real Lestat, not this timid, fragile man in front of him, always did what he wanted at his pace.
“Are you going to fuck me, mon cher?”
“Never one to mince words, Lestat.” Louis sighs.
“‘Boundaries,’ ‘managing expectations,’ blah, blah, blah.” Lestat tsked, “all words you used, non?”
He had him there, and despite seeing the vulnerability in his eyes, he couldn’t find it in himself to give in to Lestat.
“Fine.” Louis said and shifted so Lestat’s hand fell from his face.
They both sat in silence for another ten minutes. Each waiting the other out. The longer they sat, the angrier Louis got. Lestat was not reacting and was acting like this was an everyday occurrence. As if it had been mere days instead of eighty years.
Why is he acting like this? Louis knows he wants him; he can see his hands twitching around the glass in his hands. But he’s…restraining himself.
Louis breaks first, “Les-“
“ Non.”
“No? What do you mean no?”
Lestat sighs. “I’m not your rag doll. Sofia is already holding her love above my head on the condition that I-. That I-" He pauses, “I can't take it from you too.”
Louis wants to interject, but Lestat continues, “I give all that I have to you. You are the only one with the ability to destroy me utterly and completely. I can’t, Louis.” And this time a tear falls.
Louis reaches up and swipes it away. He knew Lestat would notice, and he knew it was greedy, but he just couldn’t help himself as he put the thumb back in his mouth.
Lestat watched as he sucked on it. Then he laughed. A laugh that unleashed all the pent-up rage and sadness inside him. He kept laughing until he started crying and choking on his breath.
Louis held him through it all and rubbed his back.
When Lestat calmed down, Louis kissed the tear tracks down Lestat’s cheeks and softly cooed him. “It’s okay.”
When Lestat was ready, Louis released the hold he had on everyone in the bar. Lestat’s sorrow was just for his eyes.
Louis pushed his blonde hair back away from his face and hoped his eyes conveyed all the things he could not say. “You look great, Lestat.”
“ Qui.” he winks.
“I know that.”
“What?” Lestat says, confused.
“I know you’re not a rag doll. I know that.” Louis sighs, “And I hurt you with the book.” Louis shushed him when he tried to shut down any talk of the book. “I know.”
“You are hardened towards me.” Lestat whispers. It breaks Louis' heart to see him so beaten down. “I’m just a boy.”
“Lestat!” Louis cringes. He hates when Lestat repeats things off the internet.
“Sorry,” Then bravely adds, “It will help me a great deal, if you admit you never will love me.”
It’s tense. The same thing he asked him before he dropped him. Louis doesn’t know what to say, so he just starts talking.
“You used to practice stuttering exercises for thirty minutes every night before Claudia and I woke up. You put your left leg in your pants first, which is odd because you are right-handed. You suck blood in five-second intervals to avoid the head rush. You like to watch couples in their most intimate embraces when they think no one is looking, and sometimes I’d compel a couple to pass by just so you can see them. You rented the notebook a total of 15 times in 2004 before you figured out you can buy the disc.
I always position you to the right of me because you’re my right hand. Sometimes, in the years we were apart, I’d I’d- compel people to knock on your door just so I could see you through their eyes. I was so angry at you, but I needed to know you were okay. We were apart 26,633 days, and I thought about you every one. I hack into your phone daily, and I know you search for me on the internet three times a day. Once under Thomas Pitt, and the others under Louis De Pointe Du Lac. I have entire journals of things I’ve always wanted to say to you. Your profile picture is a picture of you in a blue suit right in front of our house on Rue Royale. I have my interns run fan pages for you and make sure they increase your streams. I follow you from city to city, and usually watch the concert from a place far enough away that you can’t sense my presence. After the Detroit incident, I had scouts make sure no other coven would give you problems. I even do a sweep myself. You’re everything to me, Lestat. I’m obsessed with you.”
Lestat doesn’t say anything. He just looks at Louis.
Louis doesn’t like it. It makes him feel like he's crazy, but he forces himself to sit still because it’s necessary. He hopes Lestat can understand through his actions what he won't say.
“and tonight, the song you sung to me, it’s the prettiest song in the world, so no, I will not say that.”
“Tell me more.”
“Lestat!” Louis huffs.
“More.”
“Sometimes, I get jealous of your other fledglings. I want to be your only one.”
“That’s preposterous. I made most of them before I even knew you.” Lestat smiles.
“Who’s mean now?” Louis smiles back.
“What do you want, my Saint?” Lestat says, bringing his hand back to Louis’ face.
“I want you to fuck me in this bar.” He bites the finger resting close to his mouth and sucks Lestat’s blood straight from the source. He moans loudly and rocks against Lestat.
Lestat takes his hand back and Louis whines at the loss. Lestat tsks, then makes a cut across his wrist, letting the blood waste a little before offering it to Louis. While Louis sucks, Lestat compels everyone out of the bar.
Louis moans even louder around his wrist. It’s so sexy when Lestat uses his powers. He sucks hungrily at the slit in his wrist long after the last person leaves. When Lestat pulls away, Louis’ pupils are blown, and he’s smiling at him.
"Louis."
Lestat turns so his legs straddle each side of Louis’ and pulls him closer by his shirt. Lestat pushes his fangs into Louis' neck and drinks without asking.
He'd have it no other way.
Louis can feel himself leaking in his boxers as the blood from his maker flows back into him. It’s an intense, vicious cycle, and when Lestat pulls away, his eyes match Louis’.
Through the blood, Louis knew Lestat could feel all of Louis. Every want, every need, the years of yearning, the pang of regret. They were one.
“Oh, mon cher.” Lestat said then kissed his face.
“More.” Louis groaned.
Lestat pulled back. “You waited eighty years, you can wait a few more minutes.”
Lestat ran his hand on Louis thigh, careful not to touch him where he wanted it most; he finally brought his lips to meet Louis’.
Lightning. Fire. Cocain.
Louis closed his eyes as he felt the pull deep in his stomach. He met Lestat’s soft kisses with hungrier, more desperate ones. The more he pushed, the more Lestat withdrew and teased him until he had to submit to his pace.
Louis wanted to scream and pull his hair in frustration. His need for Lestat was tearing him apart..
Lestat grabbed him by the back of his waist
“Shit.” Louis didn’t move as Lestat held him against the bar with a hand on each side of his hips.
“Hush now, Louis. Don’t fight.” Lestat unbuttoned each button. He let his fingers kiss each over each piece of exposed skin. “We’re going slow.”
Louis bit his lip to suppress the whine. He didn’t want to go slow. He wanted Lestat to fuck him, fast and rough, against the bar. There’d be plenty of time for lovemaking later.
Lestat dropped to his knees and looked up at Louis as he grabbed him by his belt. He raised an eyebrow in asking, and Louis nodded enthusiastically. Lestat didn’t make him feel bad about his excitement; he leaned into it, teasing him with every touch.
Lestat moved his hands under the hem of Louis pants. He played first with his ankles, then he felt along the curve of his calves; his final stop was the skin behind his knee.
Louis almost shook in frustration, but he knew he’d get a reward for waiting, and there was only so far Lestat could go without unbuttoning Louis’ pants. Plus, Lestat looked good on his knees.
He looked up at Louis through his eyelashes as he undid his belt. He teased as if he didn’t know what he was doing, but Louis reveled in every moment. This had always been one of Louis’ favorite ways to see Lestat. Desperate and wanting as he looked up at him.
Lestat pushed his pants down to Louis ankles, trapping him in place. Then he leaned up and pressed a kiss to the wet spot on Louis’ underwear. Louis hips bucked, silently asking for more.
Lestat slid his hands under the boxer briefs and held Louis’ thighs. This was agonizing. The slower Lestat went, the more desperate Louis became. But he was good. He didn’t rush or try to guide Lestat’s head. Lestat deserved to enjoy this too.
“Good Boy,” Lestat smiled, sliding his hands on the waistband of the boxers. “I knew you could do it.”
Finally, Lestat pulled Louis’ boxers down and grabbed Louis’ fully hard dick. Lestat stroked him from root to tip. Randomly, Lestat would lick his slit, and Louis would buck his hips in response.
Louis fisted the edge of the bar as he tried to maintain control. “Lestat?”
“Yes, mon cher?” Lestat met his eyes as he placed a kiss on Louis' tip.
Louis tried and failed to angle his body in a way that would force Lestat to take more.
“Stop teasing.”
“ Non. That’s not how you ask mon amour.” Lestat sat back on his heels and watched Louis. “Did you forget your manners while with the gremlin?”
At that, Louis, hands fisted, Lestat’s blonde hair and put his tip right against his lips. Lestat didn’t budge.
“Please, Lestat. I’ve missed you so much. I need you. Now.”
Lestat looked up and opened his lips as Louis eased himself inside. Louis was embarrassed by how bad he was shaking.
He was only halfway in before he froze and took a breath. Lestat swirled his tongue around the half in his mouth while he waited.
When he cupped Louis’ balls and moaned, Louis couldn’t help himself and pulled out of Lestat’s mouth.
Relentless, Lestat kissed his balls and lightly sucked them. “Fuck my mouth, Louis.”
Louis didn’t need to be told twice. He tightened his fist in Lestat's hair and lined his tip back up to his mouth. “Pinch my thigh if it’s too much, okay?” Lestat rolled his eyes, but nodded in agreement.
Louis guided him forward until the head was back in his mouth. Heaven.
He watched Lestat as he pumped shallow strokes into his mouth. He continued until Lestat grabbed his hips and pulled him closer, letting him know he wanted more.
Louis was more than apprehensive. It’s been almost a century, and he didn’t know if Lestat still liked the same things. He didn’t want to ruin their reunion by being too rough.
Louis snapped out of his thought when he felt a sting. Lestat had slapped his ass. “Ease your mind and focus right now, Louis. You know what you want my Saint.”
He wanted more.
Lestat wants Louis to lets loose.
Louis let his head fall back as he put his weight against the bar. He released his grip on Lestat’s hair and grabbed his chin. “I want you to suck me until I tell you to stop. Understand?”
He didn’t leave time for a response as he forced Lestat’s mouth back onto him.
Fuck.
He could feel the tingles in his lower stomach as Lestat took more of him. Louis grabbled his head with his right hand and pushed him up and down. Sliding down Lestat’s throat felt so good. Better were the moans he was making as he took Louis. He really wanted it.
Louis wrapped his hand in Lestat’s hair as he pushed him down. “You look so pretty, Lestat.” Louis' head turned uncontrollably from side to side. “I missed this. I missed you.”
Louis was almost at his climax. His toes were curling in his shoes. His left hand joined his right as he pushed Lestat gently up and down.
“Fuck, Lestat.” He let out a long moan as he pushed his head down over and over. A bit aggressive, but Lestat allowed it.
Lestat had spit dripping from his mouth onto Louis’ thighs and base. Every few strokes he’d choke and have to withdraw. Every time, Louis whimpered.
Before he lost himself, Louis checked on Lestat, “You okay, baby?” Lestat gave a thumbs-up and kept sucking him. “I’m so close, baby.” Louis shut his eyes as tears threatened to spill. “I’m so fucking close, baby.”
Louis used both hands to push Lestat’s head down until his nose touched his base. When Lestat choked, Louis shot cum down his throat.
“Fuck.”He cried out two octaves above his normal voice. He twitched as he emptied himself. “I missed you, baby. Nobody sucks me like you. Nobody.”
After a few breaths, Louis pulled Lestat off of him. He had a streak of cum leaking from his mouth, and Louis pushed it back in with his thumb. “You’re mine.” Louis rasped, “Hated imagining you with other people. Hated seeing you in the elevator at my hotel.” Louis shook his head. “All mine.” He said and pulled Lestat to his feet.
He bit into Lestat’s neck but didn’t suck; instead, he just stayed there. Lestat embraced him as he shook.
Louis hands grabbed Lestat by the waist and pulled him as tight as he could against him. Louis didn’t let go until Lestat confirmed he was his.
“Go stand by the pool table.” It was back to being Lestat’s show. Louis kicked off his pants and boxers and did as he was told. “Put on a show for me.”
His recent orgasm broke him. Made him more docile and agreeable to whatever Lestat wanted.
He obeyed, and stood right in front of the pool table. As a joke, he spread his arms as he twirled, then leaned against the pool table and motioned Lestat forward with his finger.
Lestat moved so he was in front of Louis but still several feet away. He appraised Louis, biting his lip, taking in every inch of skin he could see.
He lowered his pants enough to take his dick out, stroking himself to the view of Louis.
Louis had to hold his breath to hear Lestat’s soft moans.
“What are you doing?” Louis asked, but Lestat ignored him and gestured with his hand for Louis to turn again.
Louis took his time doing a full turn; when he finished, Lestat hadn’t moved from his position and continued to stroke himself.
“Very good, Louis. Are you listening?” Louis nodded, “I want you to get on your hands and knees on top of the pool table.”
Dead. Lestat wanted to kill him. In what world would he ever…
Louis got on the pool table.
“Hold yourself open for me.”
The man did as asked; a warmth spread to his ears, and he tucked his head down to feel less exposed.
Lestat moved towards him, looking every bit the predator he is. “Very good, Louis. You always make me so proud. Stay like that.”
He watched as Lestat stroked himself, pulling out soft moans with every tug. In this position, Lestat had a full view of him. He didn’t like being exposed, or feeling vulnerable, but watching Lestat pleasure himself was worth it.
He unbuttoned his shirt and inched closer to the pool table. He ran his hand softly across Louis’ back, leaving bumps in the wake.
Louis shivered, and Lestat hummed his approval, and without warning dove his face into Louis’ ass.
Louis gasped and tried to push Lestat’s head away, but he couldn’t reach. The pleasure was all-consuming, and pretty soon he could only focus on Lestat moving his tongue inside of him.
Lestat withdrew from his hole with a kiss, and inserted one finger into Louis. Louis couldn’t see, but he knew Lestat was stroking himself in rhythm to his fingers.
When he was comfortable with the first, Lestat added another finger, seeming to enjoy fucking him this way.
“Lem, Lem, Lemmy,” Lestat chided. “Does Lemuel fuck you like this, Louis?” Lestat thrust in some more. “ Do you grip around his fingers like this?”
“N-no”
“What was that?”
“No, he doesn't-I don’t.”
“That’s right, cheri, you only do this for me.”
Satisfied. He moved closer so that every time he stroked the tip of his dick rubbed against Louis ass. His chest was against Louis’ back now. The two becoming one. He was getting close, and if Louis didn’t stop him, he’d finish like this.
“I need you, Lestat.” Louis gasped, trying to catch his breath “and, I need you inside me so fucking bad.”
“You need me?”
“Yes.”
Lestat’s body seized as he came on Louis ass.
Louis couldn’t believe it. All that build-up, for Lestat to shoot off early. It was a high form of flattery.
Lestat laughed as he rested his head against Louis’ shoulder. “I wouldn’t have lasted long enough to give you what you desired, my Saint. Next time we come together, yes?”
“Are you sure you can go again? You’re getting up there in vampire years.”
Lestat softly smacked his ass in warning and used his cum as lube on his dick. He lined up, and after a few deep breaths pushed in.
It was too much. It was not enough.
It hurt in the best way, even with the makeshift lube and actual lube. That was okay. That’s the way both liked it. Love between them had always been a little painful; why would this be any different? When the pleasure outweighed the pain, Lestat started to move.
“Hold on to the table, Louis.” When Lestat was fully in, he froze. “You’re so tight for me. Your little hole needed me again. Isn’t that right, Louis.”
“Yes, baby.”
Lestat fucked him at a slow pace, and Louis didn’t want more. This pace dragged him out of his thoughts and made him live in the moment with Lestat. He could feel Lestat throbbing inside him, his need overtaking them both.
Lestat pulled out and turned him, so they were face to face. Their eyes said what their mouths would not allow.
“I want your blood, Lestat.”
Lestat didn’t stop thrusting, but his face did contort. He looked conflicted. He looked hurt. He was too focused on the revelations of the night instead of being all in with Louis.
Louis grabbed Lestat’s arm, and he collapsed on Louis. He used his nail to split Lestat’s wrist.
How could Lestat deny him this? Lestat was his maker. Blood of his blood. He loved every part of him. He was a challenge every sunset, and Louis would have it no other way.
The blood showered him. When it dripped in his mouth, Louis lost control, his eyes rolling back as he moaned. He grabbed Lestat’s wrist with both hands, and brought it to his lips. The blood was a weighted blanket around him. He had deprived himself of this for so long; he forgot how great it felt to just be. To know that he was safe in his maker's arms.
Only with Lestat could Louis just exist as a man. Not the real estate mogul, not the art dealer, not the restaurateur, just Louis, fledgling of Lestat.
Louis was too far gone. He was in a space where it was just Lestat and him.
“I love you.” Lestat said, and for the second time that night Louis tipped over the edge.
Two pumps later, Lestat pulled out and came on Louis’ stomach. As Louis watched, still coming down from his orgasm, Lestat used his finger to write in the cum “LESTAT” on Louis stomach.
When Louis realized he laughed and bit Lestat’s ear.