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As Lestat droned on and on about the goings on of the Court, Louis sighed as he turned another page of the book he was reading. The Goldfinch. It had been a book he saw on the shelf of a bookstore recently and bought without a second thought. It had been so long since he’d last read a current novel that it felt appropriate.
When the book was pulled from his hand, only to be replaced by Lestat, however, Louis blinked in mild surprise as Lestat pouted up at him from his lap as he tossed the book aside. “Were you even listening, mon cher?”
Louis’ mouth pressed into a thin line of annoyance as the book hit the floor across the room with a soft thud. “You have been trying to teach Bach to Sybelle, Benji has brought Daniel on to assist with the broadcasts, and Marius is busy with Armand.” After a brief pause, in which Lestat opened his mouth to speak, Louis quickly added, “And you have nothing better to do tonight aside from interrupting my reading.”
Lestat gave a dramatic sigh and dropped his head into Louis’ lap, nuzzling close to his hip, iridescent eyes gleaming up at him from beneath his long lashes. “And,” Lestat huffed, “The good doctors have improved the serum, if you care to know.”
At that, Louis lifted a brow, “Again?”
Lestat rolled his eyes, “Yes, well, the progression of science above all else - especially when it involves sex. Haven’t you heard them getting up to no good in that lab of theirs?” The corners of Lestat’s mouth turned up in a mischievous grin and Louis would be damned before he admitted that he wanted to kiss the smirk off of Lestat’s face.
“I take that to mean they have been thoroughly testing their creation,” Louis asked mildly. He knew exactly where this was going. He wasn’t opposed to using the serum, even tonight, when he had planned to spend the evening reading by the fire, however being interrupted like this didn’t exactly set the mood.
Lestat pursed his lips, giving Louis an almost innocent look, “Of course they have, why shouldn’t they?” And after a pause, he added, “Why shouldn’t we do the same?”
Louis gave Lestat a flat look, before holding out his hand, “I was reading and I would like to continue to do so.”
“Louis,” he dragged out both syllables of Louis’ name, as though pouting about it would change Louis’ mind, “Seth gave me enough to last both of us through the night - and maybe into tomorrow evening.” His tone was suggestive as he slipped his fingers into Louis’, pulling his hand to brush a kiss over his knuckles, but Louis simply held out the other hand.
“My book, Lestat.” Lestat’s expression soured, and that was when Louis had an idea, “Perhaps I will join you if I finish tonight.” He knew from experience how quickly Lestat typically responded to the serum, and Louis had no intention of rushing the enjoyment of his reading, however he also knew that Lestat would want to get a rise out of him in any way that he could.
Rolling his eyes, Lestat rose gracefully from the couch, sauntered over to where the book had landed, and when he bent to pick it up, his leather pants stretched around his ass. Though Louis’ expression didn’t change and he only sighed in response, he was grateful that he hadn’t fed in some time, so that the flush that might’ve crept into his cheeks couldn’t rise.
As Lestat strode back across the room, heeled boots clicking across the marble tile, Louis extended his hand for his book, which Lestat gave to him, although he didn’t let go right away. At that, Louis arched a brow and pulled the book away. “I suppose I must do everything myself,” Lestat muttered, seeing that his attempts to convince Louis had been in vain.
Louis only shrugged, “If that is what you prefer.”
“It’s not, but if you won’t join me,” he trailed off, leaving the question to hang between them.
Louis simply opened his book to the page he had been at before, “If you can’t wait until I finish, then it seems that is what you must do.”
Lestat scoffed, looking offended, but doesn’t dignify Louis with a response as he makes his way back to the bedroom, already unbuttoning the front of his shirt and letting it fall to the floor as he passes through the door. Louis glances up briefly from his reading to catch a glimpse, but averts his gaze before Lestat has the chance to notice.
Louis’ eyes skated across the page as the sounds of Lestat preparing himself drifted out of the bedroom. Rustles of fabric as his clothing was cast aside, followed by the clink of his jewelry being tossed carelessly onto the dresser. Then came the telltale sound of Lestat’s nails clicking faintly on the wood of the box in which Fareed typically provided the syringes. There was a suspiciously long pause from the other room, before finally Louis could hear the faint sound of Lestat drawing the dose of medication into the syringe.
He finally peered over the book when that seemed to take considerably longer than usual too. He stared at Lestat’s back through the open bedroom door, seeing only part of his exposed skin and some of his white-blond hair. Louis’ eyes narrowed. Lestat was being all too quiet about this, but as he watched the muscles in Lestat’s back shift with his movements, Louis simply decided that if Lestat were going to do something idiotic, that would be his own problem, and turned his attention back to the book.
The effect of the serum on Lestat’s body wasn’t quite immediate, but as Louis read a few more pages, he could hear the steady increase of his heartbeat and caught the all too human scent of arousal in the air. It didn’t take long before the typical accompanying sounds of lubricant and slow, rhythmic stroking of skin on skin reached his ears.
His eyes continued gliding over the page, though the longer it went on, the more frequently Louis found himself rereading passages and not recalling what he was reading, but still he said nothing. Not until he could hear the telltale hitch in Lestat’s breathing that indicated that he was close.
“Come here,” Louis said, as though speaking to his book, and though Lestat let out a soft grunt of protest, it was soon followed by a breathy chuckle.
“Why don’t you come in here, mon cher? It’s much more comfortable,” and as though to punctuate his words, Lestat hissed softly, indicating that he hadn’t stopped stroking himself.
Louis flipped another page, his silence more than enough of a hint that he would not be joining Lestat in the bedroom just yet.
For once, Lestat didn’t respond straight away, and Louis had nearly finished the page before he heard a frustrated huff, followed by the sound of his husband standing from the bed and making his way to the door.
Though Lestat stopped in the bedroom doorway, standing and glaring daggers at Louis, his prick flushed and standing straight between his legs, Louis still did not look up. He merely turned the page and shifted the book to the other hand, leaving his right side open for Lestat to join him on the couch.
Louis could practically hear Lestat rolling his eyes as he finally strutted into the room, doing as he was silently bidden to do. He settled himself against Louis’ side, head resting in the crook of Louis’ arm and one leg draped over the back of the couch, the other foot dangling off the armrest. Out of the corner of his eye, Louis could see the distinct pout on Lestat’s expression, but the moment his fingers began to trace gentle circles over Lestat’s now warm skin, his lover’s heart began to race.
Lestat began stroking himself then, nestled against Louis, while Louis attempted to concentrate on his book. The sounds of his husband’s pleasure was proving to be more distracting than he thought, and Louis caught his eyes drifting to Lestat’s face, taking in the flush upon his cheeks and blood sweat only just beginning to bead on his forehead.
Lestat’s eyes were closed, though his eyelashes fluttered when his thumb stroked the slit of his cock, and he bit his lip, one fang threateningly close to piercing his own skin.
There was something so strange in watching Lestat perform in such a way for him, while he could not partake in the act himself. As Louis watched Lestat’s hand steadily stroking his flushed cock, appearing for all the world like a human, with his now warm, sun-bronzed skin, if it weren’t for the beads of blood, rather than pearlescent fluid at the tip of his cock.
Louis was captivated by the deep garnet droplet for several seconds before Lestat gave a breathless chuckle, “I thought you were invested in your reading, mon cher.”
Louis blinks quickly, and his eyes snap to Lestat’s moments before Lestat shudders through his orgasm, mouth agape as a moan escapes his lips. Blood mixed with semen splash across Lestat’s abdomen as he shudders, tipping his head back against Louis’ collarbone as his hand works himself through his pleasure.
“Louis, Louis, mon cher, if only you could join me.” Though he had only just come moments before, Lestat’s cock remained hard in his hand, and Louis’ eyes narrowed.
“Could?” His hand stilled on Lestat’s chest as he watched his husband’s expression shift from pleasure to mild guilt. “What do you mean, could?”
For once, Lestat was silent - and Louis knew that when Lestat was silent: he was hiding something.
“Well,” Louis asked, hand shifting to tip Lestat’s chin back to look him in the eye properly. Though there was guilt in his expression, there was mischief in the growing smirk on his lips.
Lestat began slowly stroking his thumb over the head of his cock as he finally spoke, “Well, I thought that if you wouldn’t join me, I would enjoy the fruits of the good doctors’ labor myself.”
Louis blinked, and this time, it was he who struggled for a response, though in spite of himself, he felt the near overwhelming urge to laugh. “You didn’t.”
Lestat’s cheeks were flushed, so, so human looking, but the grin that showed the fine points of his fangs proved otherwise, “It’s not like it will kill me, mon cher,” he responded with an exasperated sigh. “It would take a hell of a lot more to do that.”
A twinge of guilt twisted in Louis’ gut, yet as Lestat began stroking himself once again in earnest, blood and semen coating his cock, Louis found himself captivated by the sight. The book in his hand was utterly forgotten as Lestat gave a soft sound of pleasure when he twisted his hand. Louis felt his veins burn at the heady scent of Lestat’s near-human arousal and racing of his heart as his toes curled.
There was something beyond the guilt and hunger that seemed to open a void within Louis’ chest, dark and ravenous. He had seen Lestat as a human only briefly before, and they had shared a bed together on several occasions, thanks to Seth and Fareed’s serum, but never before had he seen Lestat like this. Louis’ hunger felt endless as he watched the vein in Lestat’s wrist pulse with hot blood.
It was a hunger unlike any other he’d ever felt in his centuries on this earth. The urge to ravage Lestat was near impossible to resist, yet coupled with the starving hunger he felt for his husband, something else crept in: detachment.
Never before had he understood how Lestat, who loved everyone more than Louis could comprehend, could kill without a thought, but now understanding seemed to dawn on him, creeping in with the hunger. It was a predator’s detachment, something Louis had always had reason to deny, but he was damned already, was he not? And this was Lestat. His husband.
Not for the first time, was Louis glad for the silence between maker and fledgling, for he knew what Lestat would say to this if he could sense it in his mind.
Without thinking, while Lestat’s eyes were closed, Louis’ hand that had rested upon Lestat’s chest darted lower, encircling his wrist in an iron grip. Lestat’s eyes snapped open as his hand was forced to a stop. There was confusion there, yet in the increasing beat of Lestat’s heart and on the scent of his blood, Louis knew this was what Lestat wanted.
Louis loosened his grip on Lestat’s wrist, but as he trailed his fingertips up the vein pulsing inside his forearm, Lestat’s hand began to move once again. With a flick of his wrist, one of Louis’ nails cut into Lestat’s forearm, drawing out a sharp hiss, but once again, his hand stilled.
As the shallow cut on Lestat’s forearm healed, Louis brought his fingertip to his mouth, tongue darting out to taste the tiny droplet of blood upon it. Lestat had stopped breathing, but Louis didn’t speak as a shudder ran through him, at the faintest trace of Lestat’s blood.
“Louis, please,” Lestat whimpered while Louis closed his eyes, trying to retain some modicum of control, “please, mon cher.” He could taste the serum in Lestat’s blood, the heat of it. Far different from human arousal in many ways, yet curiously similar in others.
“Continue,” Louis stated, though he knew Lestat would hear the tight restraint in his voice. As Lestat’s hand once again began to move, Louis’ fingers loosely encircled his wrist while he turned his attention back to the book. He couldn’t focus on a single letter on that damned page, however. Not with the effort Lestat was putting into getting his attention.
The soft little hitches in his breath and the way the delicate tendons on the underside of Lestat’s wrist flexed with each stroke, as though he had a second pulse, were enough to keep Louis’ mind from focusing upon a single word on the page. It wasn’t until he heard the distinct whine that preceded the moan from Lestat’s chest as he came that he finally snapped the book shut.
Hot semen mixed with blood splattered Lestat’s chest and stomach when he came with a cry, “Louis, Louis, Louis, please.”
It was that which finally snapped Louis’ resolve.
As his eyes left the page, Lestat’s hand reached up to tug Louis’ head down, and the hand at the back of his neck was gentle, yet demanding, sharp nails threatening to dig in if Louis resisted. And though he could have fought against Lestat’s strength, Louis allowed himself to be pulled into a hot, needy kiss.
Lestat gave soft whines into Louis’ mouth, and he swallowed them, tongue delving into Lestat’s mouth, tasting his heat and the strange, nearly human quality to his saliva, as though he had lost some preternatural trait to the serum. The taste of him alone was enough to drive Louis mad, and it was Louis who surged closer, pulling Lestat to him.
The sound of his book dropping to the floor was enough to make both of them jump, but as they did, Lestat’s tongue slipped against one of Louis’ fangs and the taste of his blood exploded into his mouth. The growl that emanated from Louis’ chest was near animalistic as he now jerked Lestat into his lap, needing to chase the taste of blood. It was unlike anything he’d ever tasted, sending scorching heat through his veins as his whole body reacted to it like a feral beast.
Lestat arched against Louis’ chest as he shifted to straddle his legs, rocking his hips in what would have been a rather humiliating matter had either of them the wherewithal to notice. Louis’ now unoccupied hand found its way to Lestat’s prick, still hard although he’d already come twice.
Louis’ fang bit into Lestat’s lip, bloodying the kiss even further, and some near buried part of him realized that the more of Lestat’s blood he drank, the more the serum would begin to affect him in turn, but he couldn’t stop. An obscene moan escaped Louis’ lips, catching them both off guard, but heat seemed to be spreading in his lips and tongue as the serum began to absorb in his own bloodstream.
Louis’ hand began to pump Lestat’s cock again, using his earlier spill as lubrication as he twisted his hand just below the head, exactly how Lestat liked it. Every stroke made Lestat’s already overstimulated body tremble, all the while Louis lapped and sucked the blood from his tongue until the tiny wound healed, only to make a new wound on his lip. Further down Louis’ lips traveled as each wound healed, and he felt like a leech for a brief moment as his fang grazed Lestat’s pink cheek. He traced the line of blood with his tongue, and it burned through him.
“Ah, mon cher,” Lestat gasped, as Louis’ other hand twisted in his hair, tugging hard to jerk his head back, arching the perfect column of his throat, “Yes, yes, take it. Drink from me, Louis.”
Had Louis the presence of mind to scrutinize, he might’ve rolled his eyes, but the tingling heat of the serum was already beginning to pulse through him, even from the few mouthfuls of Lestat’s blood he swallowed when they’d kissed.
Without warning, Louis sank his fangs deep into Lestat’s artery, drawing a broken cry from his chest as once more, Lestat came, however this time it was only blood that spilled from his cock, staining Louis’ clothes and Lestat’s skin crimson. Louis didn’t relent, even as Lestat shook in his grasp, so intense was his orgasm. The cock in Louis’ hand remained impossibly hard in a way that only Seth and Fareed’s cocktail could cause.
He drank a great draught of blood from the punctures in Lestat’s throat, while his lover’s hands clutched his head to the wound, nails digging into his scalp and neck. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Lestat chanted hoarsely, rocking against Louis, and completely unaware of the streaks of blood tears that began to track down his cheeks.
Fire spread through Louis’ veins as the serum spread through his body, carried in on Lestat’s blood. It was more intense than he ever remembered it being, and as he felt his own cock finally begin to respond, he twisted in one abrupt motion. Without so much as spilling a drop of blood from the wound on which he was latched, Louis turned them so that Lestat’s back was pressed into the soft velvet of the couch and Louis knelt between his legs.
Lestat adjusted without needing instruction, wrapping his legs around Louis’ waist, but every motion of his hips began to rub against Louis’ hardening cock, teasing him through the clothing he had yet to remove. Louis couldn’t help rutting against Lestat’s exposed ass as blood flowed directly to his cock.
Finally, Louis withdrew with a gasp from the wound at Lestat’s throat, already feeling the near imperceptible changes his powerful blood was wreaking throughout his body, yet as Lestat whimpered below him, for the briefest moment, Louis couldn’t bring himself to care. He felt like the monster he truly was as he gripped Lestat’s hair hard enough to scalp any mortal, yet Lestat only keened, arching his neck beautifully for him.
Again, Louis bit down, as though he could claim Lestat in some permanent way, yet as his fangs sunk deep into his marble flesh on the other side of his throat, the previous wound had already healed.
Louis barely drank from this wound, moving on as quickly as blood flooded into his mouth, and he knew he must look a horror, pupils blown, lips dripping with Lestat’s inhumanly dark blood in a manner most unbecoming for any proper vampire. But as their eyes met, Lestat only urged him on, pushing him lower until Louis once again bit into his flesh - once above his collarbone, once in the vein pulsing on his bicep, another on his flank just below his ribs.
Each time, Lestat hissed and writhed, letting his upper body drop to the couch, but still keeping his legs locked around Louis’ chest, as though that could prevent him from leaving. As Louis gazed up at his husband, Lestat’s chest heaved and his cock bobbed proud, still flush with blood, and Louis felt an odd sort of detachment. He’d never seen Lestat so absolutely human in his own body, nor had he ever felt like as much of a beast himself for enjoying it.
He’d never taken any human lovers since being turned, for obvious reasons, and yet part of him now wondered if this had been what was missing to alleviate the ever-present guilt in his mind. Lestat’s eyes locked with his in the pause, and his heart quickened as though with adrenaline. Was Louis really that far gone in this near fevered state that some part of Lestat feared him?
The thought made Louis’ own heart skip a beat, and the thought of it excited him. For once, now, with so much of Lestat’s blood in him, Louis was his equal. Perhaps when the high faded and their blood settled once again, the fear he felt of being a monster would return, but now the idea of it excited him in equal part to his fear.
Reaching one hand between his own legs, Louis unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from their confines. Pink fluid beaded at the flushed tip, and at the sight of it, Lestat swallowed audibly. Though part of him wished to continue partaking in the feast of Lestat’s flesh before him, Louis broke the grasp of Lestat’s legs to sit properly on the couch once more, exactly where he had been reading minutes ago.
Lestat wasted no time in closing the distance between them, but Louis caught him by the throat, giving a warning squeeze before he could protest. “Did I say that you could move?”
Lestat’s near iridescent irises were all but gone, overtaken by the black depths of his blown pupils, and Louis could see the urge to whine in protest rise in him. Louis squeezed his throat tighter, nails digging into Lestat’s flesh until he could see the urge dissipate.
“Please, mon cher,” Lestat asked hoarsely, “I need -” but Louis had already let go before Lestat could finish, spreading his legs in invitation, and his husband needed no further direction.
Lestat was on his knees between Louis’ legs in an instant, taking his cock into his throat before Louis even had time to speak a word. Only a guttural moan came from between his parted lips and a shudder of pleasure went through his entire body. Louis’ head tipped back, fingers knotting in Lestat’s hair as that wicked tongue of his twirled around the vein on the underside of his cock. As Lestat bobbed his head, not so much as a fang grazed Louis’ cock, and he stroked his hair in silent praise.
It didn’t take long for the serum to take full effect upon him, and within seconds, Louis’ cock was just as hard as Lestat’s, thanks to his ministrations. “Enough,” Louis gasped, and when Lestat didn’t stop quickly enough, he tugged his hair hard enough to smart, “on my lap. Now.”
Louis didn’t even have time to snap his fingers and Lestat was straddling his hips, “I knew you would come around, mon cher,” Lestat crooned, leaning in to press a kiss to Louis’ lips unbidden.
Louis nipped his lip, drawing a bead of blood to the surface. “What are you waiting for then, this is what you wanted, is it not,” he asked, feigning impatience.
Lestat only tossed his hair and toyed with the collar of Louis’ shirt, “Will you not at least undress? Your clothes are ruined anyway.”
Louis said nothing, only raised a brow in challenge, and after a moment, Lestat rolled his eyes, “Fine, enjoy your filth then - only if you will let me clean you up later,” he added with a smirk.
“My book, then, Lestat,” he held out a hand.
Lestat scoffed at that, swatting his hand away, “You’re absolutely no fun, you know that?” Though there was disdain in his tone, there was also a playful, familiar tone that Louis knew the meaning of.
“And you insist upon acting like an animal in heat until I give you what you want, only to throw it away by being a damnable brat.” There was no barb to his words, yet they had their intended effect.
Without wasting any more breath on banter, Lestat sank down on Louis’ spit-slick cock, and though he knew he oughtn’t be, Louis was surprised when he slid inside Lestat with little resistance. “That’s what you were doing in there, you little minx,” he hissed as Lestat fully seated himself upon him, knees folded gracefully on either side of Louis’ legs.
Lestat smiled innocently - if it weren’t for the glint of fangs peeking out from between his lips, “I had to prepare for any occasion, mon cher. How was I to know if I would be alone with my toys?”
Louis only gave a disdainful scoff, but as he began to move, Lestat closed the distance between them, claiming Louis’ lips in a deep, bloody kiss. In truth, Louis had never been all that certain he enjoyed the feeling of the engorged organ between his legs - neither presently with aid of the serum nor when he was mortal - but now, with Lestat’s blood on his tongue and his ass speared on his cock, he thought he could take a liking to it after all.