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They went to the same Villa for four of the twelve months of each year. It was one of many in the French Riviera. It had been a gift from his mother in law, Gabrielle, and they had come here after their second anniversary of their marriage from then till now.
They came just as winter was ending and spring began. Then moved back to American soil right before summer began because Claudia did not have any love for the place and ever since she could speak and made her opinion known she often wished for them to travel during summer break. Louis blamed Lestat"s genes for the busy body Claudia was. Always itchin’ to go somewhere. Viktor was the complete opposite and was particularly more clingy to Louis than Claudia was.
And now that Claudia was gone back to her boarding school and Viktor had followed in her footsteps at just 11 years old – he still had suspicion that Lestat had strike some deal with their youngest to leave – Lou had all the time in the world now and Lestat had jumped on the idea of going back to the villa as soon as possible.
It would have been a splendid idea. Practically a four month vacation with his husband, uninterrupted except for Lestat"s bouts of creativity and dealing with insistent managers for his future tours.
It was practically a paradise of love making. A honeymoon within all rights.
If only life was that perfect.
Louis put his scarf on and exited the plane. The weather was on the chillier side, then again it was the very early hours of the morning. Behind him he could hear Lestat calling after him. Louis diligently ignored it and instead took the hand of one of the helpers going to transport their luggage and gave the man a smile. “Could you get out of my way?” He heard his husband"s annoyed voice behind and calmly walked to the awaiting limo.
His unfaithful husband who couldn"t do one thing right.
Really, Louis thought to himself, he"d thought they were past this. He could still remember the times he used to cry himself sleep while Lestat went out gallivanting on parties and tours, smelling of cheap perfume and fucking blonde girls with no ass. Models, sluts, wannabe pop stars you name them and Lestat was in them.
Louis has never been put through that much embarrassment in his life. The shame had fully made his life a living hell and worse the world has seen it. Watched and were thoroughly entertained by Louis" suffering.
He’d seen the tabloids. He"d seen the pictures. He"d watched the interviews, slowly going numb as Lestat’s PR team scramble to clean up the hurricane that was Lestat de Lioncourt.
The public had called Louis all kinds of things.
Placeholder. Hag. Frigid. Industry plant. Baby maker.
How fascinating that all he had done to deserve all the hate was marrying the man they adored and having his children. Words like incompetent followed him around for a long time. His name has been synonymous with unable to keep a man and the worst of it all: loose and unsatisfying.
And now it seems Lestat had not learned at all from all the therapy they went through to rebuild and strengthen their marriage. Both couples and personal therapy.
He folded his arms against the cold and ignored Lestat"s presence from behind him. Lestat opens the door for him and he gets in, not even sparing him a glance. He settles into his seat and Lestat has the sense to not sit next to Louis, instead he sits across from him. Louis crosses his ankles and tries to keep every part of his body away from his husband.
What had Louis done to deserve such a husband? He wasn"t going to turn on himself and believe himself to be the incompetent one this time. No Louis had gone through too many sessions to have this year down his self-esteem again... “Louis, come on.”
Lou raised an eyebrow at that. Oh, it was ‘Louis, come on’ now. Not even a little ‘mon cher’, even a little ‘chéri ’at the end. He shook his head slightly and looked away from the devil himself. Mama had been right about. She was probably shaking her head and tutting her tongue from heaven, saying ‘I told you so’ without saying it. “Lou, mon cœur, I meant nothing by it. I was drunk. I was-”
As if those were excuses. Looked back at him, Lestat shutting up. He wasn"t even supposed to be out drinking. God he wishes he could stay that way. Keep that silver tongue of his locked tight where he couldn"t talk his way through someone"s pants. Louis scoffs and Lestat’s frown deepens.
He"s been groveling ever since they boarded the plane in New York. It seemed that his patience was wearing thin.
“Louis, you have been ignoring me since we left our house. It"s been days.”
Lou was particularly irritated by that. That he was complaining. That he had the audacity to complain.
He crosses his leg over his knee and dusts it despite it being clean, giving himself something to distract himself from snapping at him and giving in. He looked back up to see the desperation given away to exasperation. Lestat thought Louis was overreacting.
“Louis, I was drunk. And slightly high. I barely remember anything that happened. I swear. Nothing happened.”
Lestat might actually think him stupid and backwards in the head because what kind of nonsensical nonsense- “Which is it?” He snapped.
And it made him even more angry when Lestat"s eyes glinted in excitement and victory. “What?”
“Which is it, Lestat? That nothing happened or you can barely remember anything happening.” Lestat stared at him, that stupid confused look on his face. Louis didn"t give him time to answer. “I wonder, dearest, if you call him Mon Cher too or do you have different terms of endearment for each of your fucks?”
Lestat threw his head back and cursed in French under his breath before looking back at him, tucking his hair behind his ear. “You"re not just a fuck to me, Louis.”
And that.
That had been the worst thing to say. “I"m not just a fuck to you?” He repeated, completely numb and in disbelief.
Lestat, like a fool he was, nodded. Louis could feel the smile creeping on his face. He scoffed. “I"m not just a fuck to you?”
He frowned, heading cocking to the side. “Of course, Louis.”
Louis wanted to throw something at him. Like a book. Or lamp. Something that would shatter like how he was shattering inside. This is exactly why he didn"t want to speak to him. “Well. Lestat.” He spat out trying to hold back his hurt and anger. “Then enlighten me what I"m ‘just’ off. I mean I"m definitely not your husband despite the ring on my finger, clearly not the person who has mothered you children. But at least I"m not just a fuck to you.”
“You"re blowing this out of proportion!”
Louis shut his mouth and looked away from him. He couldn"t. He just couldn"t anymore.
“Louis, believe me. I didn"t. I know how bad it looks but the pictures are blurry. You can barely see anything.”
“You had his perfume all over you!” He snaps. “His necklace in your pocket.”
“I don"t know.” He said desperately, pleadingly almost.
“Then I don"t either.” He huffed, crossing his arms and facing away once again. This time he would t give in. Lestat reached for his calf, his thighs, squeezed them and got on his knees. Eyes begging and red on the edges. Louis glanced away once again.
He would not be humiliated once more. He was going to make Lestat hurt how Lestat had hurt him. The days of Louis turning the other cheek for Lestat to hurt him once more were over. He slapped his hands away and brushed over where Lestat"s hands were. He"d be damned if he was made into an incompetent spouse once again.
The Villa to no one"s surprise was beautiful and there wasn"t a cloud in the sky though it was still chilly. Louis was standing on the patio, hands crossed. Lestat was on a call, trouble with something in America Louis thinks.
Fitting that he"d just ended his tour, they"d be on his ass more if he was. Louis hated these new managers if his. He missed Jesse dearly. Louis watches some of the staff come out to help with the bags. He smiles at Joseph, who had been taking care of the Villa while they were gone. He was a lanky man, going on his fifties and utterly endearing in his mannerisms. His complexion was slightly darker than Louis’ and part of his hair was graying at the temples.
He comes up to Louis and Louis gives him a hug. “Welcome back Mr. de Lioncourt.” He says and Louis shakes his head as he lets go.
“Still just Louis. You"ve kept the place intact.”
“Not a hardship at all.”
He turns to Lestat who was pacing in front of the limo, cursing rather loudly in Italian. Ah. Not good at all. That meant it was de Romanus on the line. “We should give the people a raise don"t you think?”
“Monsieur giving you problems once again?” Louis just sighs and catches Lestat dropping the call and heading towards them.
Lestat was holding his luggage or at least some of it and it did salvage a bit of Louis" annoyance at least if nothing else. “Louis. Surely-”
“You"re quite rude, you know that?” He pointedly glanced at Mr Joseph looking quite amused.
Lestat rolled his eyes, “Bonjour.”
“Bonjour Monsieur Lioncourt. Est-ce que vous trouvez que le temps est à votre goût?”
Lestat cast a disbelieving look. And Louis turns, goes up the stairs and heads to the master bedroom, leaving Joseph to exchange pleasantries with Lestat.
One of the things he loves about their master bedroom is that it"s spacious. The windows are wide and take up most of the walls. And another bonus the floors had been recently renovated to have heated kind. The bed was as comfortable as a cloud and with all the pillows Louis could want.
He hears Lestat"s voice coming and he goes to the window to open one for the windows. When he turns Louis finds Lestat is with one of the women on the staff. He thinks her name is Helen. Blonde hair cut really short and a round face and a unique set of hazel eyes.
“...another time.” Lester is saying and she hesitates and then catches Louis" eyes, she gives a nod and leaves.
Louis turns and goes to open the walk-in closet. Lestat lingers on the doorway. “You"ll be sleeping in here?”
Louis gives him a scathing look. What a stupid question. “Where else would I be sleeping?”
“And I, mon cher?” Lestat asks.
Louis doesn"t answer. He goes into the closet to begin his plan. He has better things to do than to salvage Lestat"s guilt.
Let him question.
Days in the Villa followed a routine. A routine Louis created himself with a steel heart. Lestat had decided that it was safe to sleep in the bed. Louis had pulled Lestat into a false sense of safety. Though they barely spoke except for pleasantries and asking to pass something on the dinner table Lestat had been behaving and trailing after Louis any chance he got.
After a few days Louis dug up his lingerie and had the chance to start the real torture. He laid it out on his bed, his first set was a set of lace panties and the smallest A-cups lace bra. They had bows that were particularly big that made Louis feel all kinds of delicate and flirty.
He tried to tell himself that he was doing this to spite Lestat. Show him that he couldn"t have Louis whenever he wanted. And that everything had consequences. But a part of him had missed wearing them outside of just sex.
He had bathed and was putting lotion on while Lestat had retreated to his studio. He wouldn"t be able to escape Louis forever though.
Louis puts on his lotion, taking his time to massage his feet. It"s then that he gets a knock and Helen enters. And immediately as he sees Louis partly naked save for his gown. Louis smiles at her to show that it was quite alright. She was one of the new hires.
Louis closed his gown. “Uh…Miss Lioncourt.” She bowed her head, her accent quite thick.
Louis tries to hold down his reactionary grimace and ignores the heat in his face at being called Miss. He had forgotten how the people here were. Though he had transitioned long ago some still called him with female titles. He didn"t mind really. They were well meaning.
“Helen, right?”
“Uh, oui. I have something to ask you, it"s about my job.”
Louis crosses his legs, sees her glance at the lingerie, all white among the equally white sheets. Louis clears his throat. He bites back the reactionary reply that she should go to Joseph instead. “Of course. Ask.”
“I usually- I did not know who to go to as it is a favour, Miss Lioncourt. I would go to Joseph if I thought he could handle it.” She breathed, smoothed her uniform and looked up at him. Louis only noticed how much age she had on him now. “My nephew he is…he is troublesome but his mother believes some labour would set him straight. He is very young. Born American but raised here.”
Louis was endeared. She was clearly in the belief that Louis could not speak french. Louis didn"t have a problem with another set of hands to help, especially that they had money to spare.“Of course. I"ll discuss it with Joseph. But one question: why would you come to and not Les- Monsieur Lioncourt?”
“Oh that is easy. You are the woman of the house.” And Louis actually had no answer that. He nodded to her, with nothing else to say and she gave him a small smile, thanked him one last time and left, closing the door gently behind her.
Louis glanced at his lingerie. Woman of the house.
He and Joseph had discussed it over on the balcony. He watched Lestat talk to the gardener, a wife-beater on and a sun hat hiding most of his hair. Spring was coming in hot and Louis should prepare. He shook his head as he watched Lestat bend over, ready to get his hands dirty and he most likely didn"t have any sunscreen on. Louis sighed,watching him poke some of the plants.
“How old is he?”
“Twenty three, I think, sir.” Louis’ lips twisted and Joseph took it as not liking that. “I can inform her that it can"t be done. There is screening that we do for-”
“Oh no, come now Joseph. Even if he steals it can"t be that bad.” He watched Lestat kneel into the soil, getting his jeans dirty. Louis tried not to be moved by this foolery but how couldn"t he? It was such a Lestat thing to do. Farm boy to heart. “How much of the staff do we have on hand from now until our departure?”
“Seven not including me, sir.”
He wondered how being called Madame would sound. Louis knew that he got these thoughts sometimes but something about what Helen said had made his head spiral with it. It had made it easier too to ignore Lestat trying to convince him to get physical. They hadn"t sex since America. He was too busy thinking about his gender again.
Funny that he"d thought he"d been past this.
It felt awfully dirty. He had been running away from the fangs of femininity all his life trying to live his truth and now that he was settled in his masculinity and manhood it felt freeing to tap into that again.
Was it so bad for him to be called Madame while keeping his masculinity? Did he not take that role already? Keeper of their home, child bearer. Provider and caretaker.
He had lived it everyday. Claudia who still called him Mama, Viktor who he"d nursed until he couldn"t anymore. Louis watches Lestat get a pair of gloves. He was going to get sunburnt and then come complaining to Louis. Louis ignored the smiling growing on his face.
“You can include him. He"ll help with the physical labour. The pool does need a pool boy.” Joseph replied that he"d get it done. Louis watched Lestat for a moment then turned to Joseph. “Tell me, have the groceries been packed?”
Louis steps out with Helen behind him carrying the lemonade. Lestat, the sexy idiot, has taken off his shirt. He approaches them, taking care of not stepping on the turned soil.
He"s with Manon, their heads bowed over a particular plant that Louis can"t be sure if it"s a weed or not. “Lestat.” Lestat looks up and smiles up at him.
“Manon doesn"t want me to plant potatoes here. I told her that you"re a fan of potatoes and you"d love it. You"d have fresh ones once we come here in the later years, non?”
Louis can"t help but smile and shake his. “Look at you"re turning all red. Convince Manon all you want but you"ll be turning into a tomato. C’mere.” Lestat sighs and stretches walks to Louis, raising his brows at the huge silver bowl and the cloth inside it. “Wipe your sweat so that you can put on sunscreen.”
“Merci, chéri.”
It was a tender thing to watch him wipe his sweat off, rinse, straining the water from the cloth and repeat while Louis held the bowel for him. Their eyes never strayed from one another. There was a multitude of different types of intimacy.
And they revisited the same ones sometimes and sometimes they discovered new ones. This one was one of them. A tender moment between the two of them. A moment of reprieve for love.
A moment of reprieve for tenderness. Louis put the bowl down and took out the sunscreen from his pocket.
Louis stepped forward, putting a bit on his hands and taking Lestat"s arm between his hands and rubbed the sunscreen onto his skin. He took the other arm, savoring the bumps under his palm. The little scars and blemishes of years lived on earth. He moved to his chest. Lestat turned around without Louis having to say a word. He put more sunscreen focusing on his shoulders, fingertips lingering on the little flat what scars. His father here, his brother where his rib ended. A scratch when Louis has dug in too deep when he"s had acrylics on during a particularly heated love making.
Louis stepped back and Lestat turned back around. Louis knew all of Lestat"s scars. Every part of him. And he"d never get tired of re-learning it.
He applied a bit of sunscreen to his cheeks, his chin, his forehead and then rubbed it softly, loving the little pricks of being shaved. The out one solid stroke of sunscreen on his nose, stifling his smile at how ridiculous it made him look. He bent down to wipe his hands and Helen handed him a glass of lemonade which he handed it to Lestat.
“Merci,”
“Mhm.” He watched as he took whole gulp. Overly trusting.
“Je t"aime.” He said and oh it hurt and it soother at the same time.
He gave him a kiss on his cheeks.
He returned with Helen to the porch to watch them work. When they wanted a break Lestat would fetch more lemonade for the both of them. And when he did he would glance at Louis, the kid of longing looks in their teens and twenties. It was ridiculous.
It was heart achingly endearing.
His husband who was at heart a little boy from Auvergne on a little farm with a dream to be great. Louis often forgot it but sometimes in times like these it shined through. As much as Lestat enjoyed the glamour and fame he still had this facet of himself.
He felt content just watching him work. And as Lestat finished up, shirt thrown across his shoulders, hips moving sensually as he went up the stairs Louis smiled. When Lestat smiled at him easily and pressed a kiss on his temple Louis realised he had already forgiven the fool. As he often did.
As always did.
But he wasn"t going to entertain Lestat"s wrongs anymore. No. He’d stay strong in the face of adversity.
“Shower?”
Louis hummed. He stood and led the way to their room. Lestat threw his clothes down hazardously and with no care and Louis turned on the shower. Lestat entered first and Lestat stepped in the spray after. Louis got both of them lathered up and Lestat kissed him, leaning into the so that Louis" hair wouldn"t get wet.
Their kiss was tender and unhurried. Little small kisses in between that got his heart beating heavily in his heart, that made him feel so content he wanted bury himself in Lestat"s chest and love there forever.
When Lestat"s hand snaked down to Louis’ waist and further down Louis stopped him. He shook his head and stepped away, smiling at the growing dismay on Lestat"s face.
“Not that easy, love.” He got out of the spray and left him there.
The issue with coming to France was that it really wasn"t a holiday for Lestat, especially so close after his American Tour. But it was a holiday for Louis. Which meant when Lestat wasn"t in the Villa to deal with things Louis had aot of time on hands.
It was odd because he usually had his hands full with Claudia and Viktor. Now he actually had a lot more ‘me time’ than he was comfortable with.
So he had completely forgotten about the new hires as he headed to the pool. It was particularly hot today and he didn"t bother with swimwear because there was no way he going into the pool with the sun fully out like that. He wanted to read outside in the shade with some drinks and lounging in his lingerie with his new black gown.
The last part was for Lestat"s torture. And he didn"t care much if the staff saw. Half of them had seen Lou naked in some form.
So when he looked up from his book to a young blonde boy speaking with Helen on the other side of the pool being given a cleaning pool stick he had looked at that dirty blonde hair and immediately knew it was Helen"s nephew.
They weren"t talking very loudly so he continued reading. He"d been dabbling in fantasy and picked up Babel to start. Though it was a heavier book than he had anticipated. The light fantasy was forgotten and he was immersed into the story completely as he read on.
He was lost in the story but quickly pulled out of it once heard the voice, “Don"t even start fam. Loaded as fuck.” Louis looked up to see the boy, blonde hair tied back now into a low ponytail now and the pool stick forgotten, tucked into his armpit and facing his phone to him. He was most likely on a video call. A spark of irritation flared within Louis.
Not because he was on a call but because he was talking too loud. He tried to go back to reading. He wasn"t going to waste his time nagging some either blond man in his life. He had his hands with only one. “I mean Helen telling me to be polite and all that. The couple here is probably old as fuck. Lioncourt or something shit like that, bruv.”
Louis rolled his eyes and tried to get comfortable. “Oh shit…” Louis ignored what we had went wrong. Then silence. Louis closed his eyes for a moment, glad the problem solved itself. If only that could happen with his husband.
But it seemed he was too hopeful because very quickly the sun was being blocked and Louis looked up to meet hazel eyes. And as soon as he saw he had Louis attention he sat down on the lounging chair beside him. He manspread, titling his head to look at Louis.
“Can I bounce a coin on it?”
Louis blinked and then frowned. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, don"t play couth with me, now. I"m pretty sure that old man can"t lay the pipe that good for you to be. One night with me would change your life forever.”
Louis blinked then caught on quickly. He was being hit on. But this twenty three year old. And he thought that-
Louis stopped whatever biting remark he was going to say as an idea formed in his head. Louis closed his book and rested his chin on his fist.
“Oh? With the pool boy?”
He grinned easily, unperturbed. It oddly reminded him of younger Lestat. But younger Lestat had never been so brash with Louis. With everyone yes but not with Louis. “You think he"ll care? I get paid to clean you get paid to fuck. What would Mrs de Lioncourt think of your pretty ass lounging around her husband"s pool?”
Louis smiled but it wasn"t of amusement. He was truly befuddled over this. When was the last time he"d been flirted with? It"s been years. And no less by someone as young as this. He goes to sit up, his gown slipping open slightly and the guy sneaks a look. Louis closed his gown and he looks up again.
“I don"t think she"d mind much,” he says, playing along.
A glimpse of surprise behind those hazel eyes. They are very striking, very pretty. “Then if she doesn"t mind sharing then I"m sure Mr. de Lioncourt doesn"t mind too.”
Louis made a show of wrapping the gown tighter around him, looking down. He wasn"t going to let this little boy fuck him. He had a husband and infidelity was wrong despite his husband"s continuous streak of infidelity.
And yet…
He could picture it. He"d been here before but it had been with Jonah and Louis was still young and spry. He knew how to play now that he was older. Thread the play carefully and he"d have Lestat eating right where he wants.
This boy that had sparked something sinister within Louis and he didn"t even know he was going to be Louis’ little play thing. “Oh I don"t know about that…”
He inches forward, eager thing, watching Louis" legs. Louis adjust his legs so that his gown hikes even more to the meat of his thigh. How would he react if knew Louis had lingerie on? “Trust me, sweet thing. And even if he doesn"t, what"s to say he"d know? I"d treat you so well.”
Louis smiled. Men were such dogs. He wondered if this is what Lestat said to his sides. Oh, this ring? No he"ll never find out. I"d treat you so well.
Feeling particularly sharp he turned, let the gown fall away and sat to put his legs in-between those spread ones. The seat was so low that the tips of his toes played very near his crotch. He watched those hazel eyes darken, watched him swallow as he took in his pretty set. Then he pressed his foot into that crotch and wasn"t surprised by the growing arousal.
“Firstly I am couth. And if you want to get anywhere near this? You gon’ have turn couth very quickly. Understood?” He was practically panting, eyes not even straying to look Louis in the eye. He was eyeing Louis’ crotch.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes…”, he looked Louis in the eye then slowly looked back down. He could see his mind short circuiting.
“Ma’am. Or better yet. Mrs du Lac.”
He liked the ring to that. He nodded. “Yes, Mrs du Lac.”
Louis took his foot off. The guy stares at him as he picked up his book and stood. Those eyes followed him as he stood eyes roaming around, never settling in one thing. Louis cleared his throat softly and those hazel locked with his. “Now ask nicely, again.”
It took him a while to understand. “Uh…” he cleared his throat. “Can-”
“May.”
“May I bounce a coin on it, Mrs du Lac?” Louis smiled at the blush rising along his ears reddening along nicely. He was so much more adorable than Lestat. Nice little blush. Louis had been wrong.
This boy wasn"t like Lestat at all. He was much more tame. A little puppy to Lestat"s shadow of a wolf.
“No,”
Louis turned and went back into the villa, leaving the boy staring at him feeling slightly in love with Louis none the wiser.
Louis had visited the pool again the next day but this time he had only one piece of a two piece set for a bikini. He came with his towel and put on his swimming cap because he"d be insane not to. Though the cap wasn"t made for keeping his hair dry it was better than nothing.
He got in and took a few laps. Then for the rest time he spent floating in the pool. Avoided going too deep. It wasn"t as hot as it was yesterday and a bit on the cloudy side. Which was good because Louis didn"t want to get sunburnt and damage his skin.
He was floating when he felt something nudge him. He turned to float up right to see the boy again. He was hugging his foot to him, his eyes meeting Louis". Louis raised his brow in question.
“May I bounce a coin on it, Mrs du Lac?”
Louis actually let out a small laugh. He looked particularly pathetic, despite the small smirk on his face, looking at Louis like he was desperate for even a bite out of him.
“What"s your name?”
“Micheal. Micheal Myers.” Myers. English father, perhaps?
“Grab my towel from there, Micheal, and we"ll see.” Louis wanted to laugh at how quickly he stood up to get his towel. He waited by the end of the pool, kicking his feet and his swimming cap already set aside on the ground.
Micheal came with his towel and threw it on his shoulder and offered his arms. Louis took them and hefted himself up. Louis was offended that his arms shook. Louis wasn"t even that heavy. Then again he was on the scrawny side.
He took and his hand went to Louis arm. Louis squinted at him in warning. “Let me,” and he actually got on his knees, bent down to look up at Louis in permission. Louis put his foot slightly forward. And he got to work. He worked quickly but gently. Little pats on his skin and circled him. Went back up to his shoulders, to his neck. Louis grabbed the edge of the towel before he got to his face and wiped it himself.
He looked up to see Lestat exiting his balcony, cigarette in hand and on his phone. Louis got an idea.
“The inside of my thighs are a little wet.”
And it really got the poor boy going because his ears got red again and be bent down. His head getting closer to his pelvis so that he could see the is die of Louis" thighs. Louis had stretch marks there along with most of his ass that Lestat claimed to love but it seemed Micheal had the same thought.
He wiped the inside of Louis" thighs and looked up at Louis, his chin just inches from Louis’ pussy. Louis smiled at him and opened his legs further apart. He glanced back up and low and behind his husband was watching. Phone forgotten and the cigarette being stubbed out.
Louis gave him an innocent look and turned back down to put his head on the boy"s head causing him to lean further into Louis" crotch. He looked up and met Lestat"s furious expression and then he turned away, looking like he was on a mission.
Louis felt himself get wet. Fuck.
He pushed the boy away. “Get me my gown. I"m getting cold.”
He hurried up to get his gown and helped Lou"s into it. “Okay scurry along now and tell Helen that I want fruit salad, please. I"m sure Mr Lioncourt is equally as hungry.”
Oh boy was he ever.
He didn"t t bother watching boy leave instead he gathered his things not even a few seconds later Lestat was making his way to him. Louis folded his arms and waited until he was in front of him. Blue eyes were bright with emotion and Louis" heart was thudding in his chest.
“Cétait quoi, ca?"
“What was what?” He asked, bowing his head slightly and shrugging.
“Lou.” Louis wrapped his gown tight to him and sniffed. Lestat stepped impossibly closer.
“Well since you have nothing much to say. I"m going to the library. Word is that there"s been a renovation.” He walked past Lestat and Lestat reached out to stop him, grasping at his forearm.
“There"s no renovations.”
“Well that"s for me to find out, ain"t it?” He twisted out of his hold and Louis left him like that, ignoring the sound of the chair hitting water then another. He felt a little pity for the pool boy. But only a little.
He was too busy feeling trying not to look back at Lestat.
Louis had just walked out of the shower and was choosing which one of his lotions and when Lestat stormed in, throwing his jacket on the bed and then taking off his shoes.
Louis made a show of spreading his legs and rubbing the inside of his thigh, glanced at Lestat then promptly closed them. He turned away to slowly spread a long strip of cream on his knee and slowly rub it in.
He heard Lestat mutter under himself, rather loudly, saying he"s going to shower. “Is it going to be a cold one?” The bang of the shower door was his answer.
Louis let his smile spread, delighted by how things were proceeding.
He was in the middle of lotioning his toes when the door opened – he really had to talk to Joseph about staff liberties about knocking when he paused to see the pool boy- Micheal standing in the doorway. He eyed Louis down and then he folded his hands but had a glint in his eyes. “Mrs du Lac?”
Louis, hesitant, continued to rub the lotion in. His mind was racing. Lestat in the shower, the boy was in here. He stepped further in, his eyes roaming all around Louis’ naked body. “Where"s the man of the house? Leaving you all to your lonesome?”
Louis swallowed, feeling sort of vulnerable. Feeling oddly hunted. He stepped further into the room, “If I was him I"d get in the shower with you, Mrs du Lac.”
“Really?”
“Of course, Mrs du Lac.”
And the door to the shower opened, Louis startled and turned to see Lestat walking out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped very lovely around his waist and suddenly his mouth was very dry. He squeezed his thighs together.
And then Lestat was shoving the boy against the wall, his forearm against Michael’s throat. “You know I"ve grown very tired of you?” He said conversationally. Louis watched with wide eyes. Lestat was still dripping with water and Louis didn"t even mind because the scenery was just…phenomenal.
Lestat"s back muscles were prominent as Micheal squirmed, getting red in the face. “Uh, I- Mr. de Lioncourt I was just-”
“Just what, hmm?” Both of them now standing so close together the difference was striking. Lestat"s looming figure over his scrawny figure. How Lestat"s hair was brighter compared to Michael"s. Compared to Micheal Lestat was an Adonis.
“Come on man.” He squeaked out. “All this for some paid whore?”
Louis" gaze sharpened at that. Offended. He was about to add his two cents when Lestat beat him to it. “Excuse me? That"s my wife.”
Wife.
Wife. Louis was getting hot all over again.
Micheal blanched and stuttered. Lestat leaned in to whisper something in his ear then shoved him into the wall, stepping back, hand on his towel.
“I"m sorry, Monsieur de Lioncourt.”
“Sortir.” He scrambled, taking one glance at Louis before leaving the door shutting behind him.
Lestat didn"t waste anytime turning to him, lips pursed and Louis raised his brows. Lestat strut towards him, taking off the towel and holding it in his other fist. Louis had the thought to run. But it was too late. Lestat pinned him with the towel on his neck and pinning him to the mattress.
“What you"re trying to do?” He leaned in close. Louis" droplets from his hair hit Louis" face. Lestat"s eyes were bright and pin pricks. Fuck. “I won"t entertain it.”
“Get your wet towel off me.” The towel was gone and then easily replaced with Lestat"s warm hand around his throat, keeping him in place.
“You understand?” When Louis didn"t answer, he pressed slightly harder. Running out of air, Louis nodded. He leaned down, stealing the last of Louis" breath into a steering kiss. Louis kissed back with all of himself, feeling lightheaded as every second passed.
He could feel Lestat"s dick nudging him below. Lestat let up on the pressure on his neck and Louis gasped to get in some air. “Ain"t doing nothing. He just barged in.” But it came out breathy. Louis felt hands slither to his hole and wrapped his hand around Lestat"s wrist. “You ain"t fucking me.” He said despite his shaky voice he met Lestat"s steely gaze.
His husband smiled slowly, all sharp. “Oh?”
“Don"t want you touching me.”
“Then why are you so wet, huh?” he flicked his clit and bit his lip from moaning.
He pushed Lestat away, getting further into the bed and glared at him. He wasn"t going to let Lestat get his way. He was going to make Lestat beg for it if he was getting anywhere near Louis.
“Cute,” he said, picking up his towel and going back to the bathroom. Ass looking good the whole way. “Keep it that way.” He said over his shoulders and shut the door.
Louis reeled back. Now who the fuck taught him that phrase.
Louis stood up, took a pillow and threw it out the door. Then he took the top covers and threw them out too. He waited for Lestat to come out, still sitting naked on the bed. Lestat eyed him then frowned when he noticed the pillows gone. “Des enfantillages. On dirait Claudia. Ou Viktor. Ils te ressemblent, tu sais.” He muttered under his breath.
Louis got off the bed, followed closely behind, saying nothing. As soon as Lestat picked them up he shut the door and locked it. It was going to be a long night.
They played this game for a while, longer than Louis had intended, mainly because it seemed that Lestat was stubborn. Louis hung out by the pool in the most enticing garments and lingerie. Micheal would gawk and stare but mainly remain a distance away from him. Lestat would often come out the balcony to watch him. Louis would be at dinner and not saying a word. He"d be in bed and just kick Lestat out or leave himself randomly to his own whims.
He"d even taken drastic measures and masturbated in front of him and stopped once Lestat tried to join in. Though it was torture for himself it head worth it because on the seventh night as he was getting ready to have some ‘self time’ Lestat had stood up from where he was sitting on his desk – since they were in the library – and turned to Louis. “What do I have to do, what do I have to give you for you to stop this ridiculous torture you"re putting us through?”
And Lestat had played right into his hands. But Louis had to be patient because too eager and it would all crumble. “You could never give it to me.”
Lestat stood from his seat to kneel in front of him, hands on Louis" knees. “Any lengths I will go to earn your forgiveness. I will do it.”
And he watched Lestat and almost pitied him. Because he truly believed would name something reasonable as he had all these times. But this time it was different. This time Lestat would learn and most importantly he wouldn"t forget what he learned.
He sighed. “I want you to cuckold.”
He watched as a range of emotions went through those ocean blue eyes. “You want me to watch someone to fuck you.”
“Yes.”
Finally those eyes settled on an emotion and the emotion was barely contained rage. His irises turned to pin pricks. “No.” He stood up and paced, pulling his hair and glancing at Louis every so and so moment.
“And I want it to be pool boy.” Just to throw flame into the fire. And it worked. Lestat shook his head frantically then stood to look at Louis.
"Non, ce que vous me demandez est impossible.”
Louis shrugged, keeping his composure despite how fast his blood was rushing through him. “Fine.”
“Fine? Also something else. What is ‘fine’? You"ll stop this thing you"re doing.”
“No.”
“Louis you can"t possibly hold out forever? Our whole marriage?”
“Then we"ll divorce. There"s evidently other people who are interested.”
Lestat scoffed, walking back towards, resting his hands on the back of Louis" chair and looming over him. “Be serious.”
“I"m serious, Lestat. It"s either you give or you give.”
Lestat’s eyes searched his own and Louis had no idea what he was thinking. Then Lestat said, “He doesn"t fuck you.”
“That"s a very broad statement.”
“He doesn"t put his dick in you in any way.” And really had Lestat really thought Louis hadn"t thought that through? Or that he"d even considered taking anyone"s dick except Lestat"s?
Louis smiles, stands and kisses his cheeks. “Of course.”
There were stipulations that Lestat had made along the way. They were not going to use their bedroom. It had to be at night. When Louis came everything stopped and Micheal had to leave the room. Louis agreed to all of this. It didn"t change his own plan in any way. As many boundaries Lestat could put, Louis was going to get what he wanted.
And that"s how they found themselves in the guest bedroom, Micheal was standing in front of him unsure and glancing at Least the whole time. Louis was on the bed and was only glad in his blood red lingerie.
Lestat was on the lovers chair, ankle crossed over his knee and holding it casually and leaning back on the chair, his eyes not straying far from Louis" figure on the bed.
Louis set himself on the edge of the bed and gestured for Micheal to come closer.
“Mrs de Lioncourt.” Micheal, like the fool he was, hesitated and glanced back at Lestat. Louis tutted, shushing him.
“No honey. Say it right.”
“Mrs du Lac.”
“That"s right, now c’mere.”
Micheal stepped forward and then some more before standing flush against Louis, in between his legs. “Kiss me.” And he only hesitated for a moment before leaning down and putting those lips to Louis".
It started off gentle and then, seeming to gain confidence, he pushed caressed Louis" head to kiss him properly. It was messy and juvenile. Desperation was all in it and he leaned back trying to get some air only for Micheal to attack his neck, sucking a hickey into him.
Louis locked eyes with Lestat who was gripping the backrest of the lover"s seat for dear life. Louis smiled at him then, because he was done playing around, pushed Micheal slightly.
Micheal went for another kiss and Louis shook his head. “I want you to kiss me somewhere else, honey.” Louis whispered and those hazel eyes darkened.
He immediately went on his knees and what a sight it was. His hair, shorter than Lestat"s, untied brushing the inside of his thigh and his eyes closed in reverence, his nose running along his panties that were getting wetter by the moment. He gave a short kiss to it then he nudged his nose roughly, sniffing him. And god. What a dirty thing to do. Fuck.
He mouthed along where his panties, licking along, running his tongue over and over. Louis spread his legs wider and tenderly put his hands on his head. Nudging himself closer Louis started rocking slightly into his face.
“Good boy,” Louis breathed out.
“Lou,” Louis looked up to Lestat leaning forward on his knees. Micheal paused and looked up at him. Louis caressed his jaw.
“Go on honey. He ain"t gon’ do anything.” He said and looked back at Lestat challenging him to mess this up for Louis. Lestat"s jaw ticked as Micheal started again. Louis leaned back slightly and raised his hips. “Take off my panties.” He whispered and was surprised by him latching his teeth to Louis" panties and pulling them down with his teeth.
He did it smoothly and quickly. Between one moment and the next his panties were off and Micheal took them in hand to lick inside them. Louis watched entranced by this performance.
When he was done he put Louis" panties on the bed and grabbed his thighs, tilting them up and forcing Louis to rest on his elbows. Micheal looked up at him, a breath away from cunt.
“May I, Mrs du Lac?”
He looked over to Lestat and back at Micheal. “Of course, Micheal.”
Micheal licked from his opening to his clit, sucked it slightly. Louis let out a small moan, unable to stop himself from rocking forward into him. He licked in earnest, fully going into it.
And Louis had to hand it to him; he really did know how to lick pussy. It helped that his tongue was long as fuck. Louis wanted to fuck it. Louis pushed his head back. “Lie down on the bed.”
Micheal scrambled onto the bed, his knees hanging off the bed and Louis slowly straddled his neck. Those nimble hands caressing and groping his thigh and ass. Louis had his back to Lestat now but there was a mirror that reflected almost all of the wall. Louis met Michael"s eyes which were blown out. God this must be a fantasy of his coming true by the way he looks high off his mind. “Thank you for riding my face Mrs du Lac.”
“That"s right sweetie, now be a good boy and give mommy what she wants.” Louis lowered himself slowly, gasping when he latched onto his cunt. Louis rode his face, biting his lip.
As soon as he latched onto Louis. In the angle he could see Lestat watching him and the mirror wall. He"d chosen this room on purpose. Louis was going to come too soon. He was strung up inside. Lestat watching him, he looked back at him, riding Micheal.
He took one last look at his husband, squeezed his eyes shut and came. He arched his back, his hips stuttering through his climax. As he was catching his breath he sat on Micheal’s chest, leaning back.
He opened his eyes to Lestat walking up to bed and he shook his head. “No.” Not yet. He pushed himself off Micheal, not sparing him a glance now that he was done with him.
He waved Lestat back and sat back where had been sitting. Now he was going to teach his husband how to properly grovel. Lestat listened, for once and stepped back a few steps watching him, slightly angry and confused. “We had a deal, mon cher. Until you came.”
He knew Lestat thought as soon as he came he would get his way and fuck Louis" brain"s out but that"s not how they were going to do things. “Nuh uh. Not until you beg for it properly.” He told his husband. “Stand over where he was standing.”
Lestat moved. “You want me to get on my knees, just like the boy?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I want you to go on your knees like a dog and crawl. I want to see exactly how bad you want it.”
“Louis-”
“I"m not asking.” Lestat scoffed then slowly got to his knees. “Hands on the ground.”
Lestat went on his knees not looking desperately not pathetic enough. But he at least looked sexy with his hair hanging bare reaching to his shoulders, those hips that drove Louis insane. Louis gestured for him to come and Lestat"s eyes never strayed, with that predatory look.
Louis felt like he was taming a lion. Lie down, roll over. But inside He knew that if he let even a slip of control pass then Lestat would catch onto it and never let go.
He watched Lestat crawl to him, then he looked up, locking eyes with Louis and kissed the inside of his calf. Gave little nibbles working up Louis" leg. Then he gave a filthy kiss to the inside of his thigh, right over the spot Micheal had tried to give him a hickey. “May I please fuck you?”
“Too crass.”
He caressed Louis, pulled him closer to the edge by the meat of his thighs. “Mrs de Lioncourt, may I please make love to you?” And it made Louis go hot all over.
“Sweet talker, you say that to all of your side bitches?” And it came out softer than he had intended. A little bit too much hurt behind his bite.
Lestat"s gaze softened. He kissed past his hips, to his stomach, past the faded C-section scar and to where his ribs began. “I"m sorry, mon cher-”
“Don"t want your explanation.” He pushed Lestat down, carried his cheek. “I want you to make me feel good. Want you to make me feel wanted.”
Lestat"s eyes darkened. “Please, please let me taste you. I"ll make you feel so good. Feel so, so good, my pretty wife.”
Lestat ran his nose along his tender lips, overstimulating after his recent climax. Louis" head felt fuzzy inside and he let out a soft sigh as Lestat began to eat him out. Lestat licked the inside of his folds, lapping at it with the flat of his tongue and moved his tongue fast over his clit. He ate him out like a man starving and Louis" was his long awaited meal.
Louis fell back, arching his back, eyes closed and locking his ankles behind Lestat"s upper back, bringing him closer. It felt so good. Though Micheal had done a good job, nobody knew his body like Lestat. The way he teased Louis to the edge, closer and closer before taking it slow again. It took skill and patience, something Lestat was a master of in bed.
Louis whined at the back of his throat, so close to begging Lestat to bring to a climax. But he held back, fisting his hands on Lestat"s golden strands, arching his back further so that Lestat had access to all of him.
“Fuck.”
Louis froze, eyes flying open to see Micheal watching him. He felt Lestat stop and unlatch from his cunt as he stared. He"d completely forgotten about him.
“Get out.” His grip on Louis" thighs tight. As if Louis was going anywhere from this position.
“No,” he turns to Lestat. “Must I get a cock cage so you can finally learn to beg properly?” Lestat tore his eyes away from glaring at Micheal and Louis turned his head so that he was facing Louis once again.
He watched Lestat swallow whatever response he had when he looked at Louis" expression. He wasn"t kidding around. Hands gripping him so hard it was just over the edge of bruising him. “Please make him leave.” And the head rush from those words alone. Fuck.
“Of course, baby. Anything for you. That wasn"t hard, now was it?”
He turned to Micheal and Louis spotted a visible cum stain in his pants. Louis lamented the youthful eagerness. And so easily broken in, cute little puppy he was. “Thank you very much Micheal. That will be all.”
He nodded shakily, glancing at Lestat at one last time before shakily walking out the room.
He turned to Lestat. “You may continue.” And Lestat went in, this time harsher and hungrier. He circled his entrance with his tongue, teasing the rim with his tongue and Louis couldn"t stop his hips from trying to fuck his tongue.
Louis was on the cusp of an orgasm when Lestat pulled back and stopped. Louis groaned, whining at the back of his throat. Lestat was sucking his thighs. “Please can I fuck you?” He said against his skin. “Please, mon cher? Please. I want you to come on my cock.”
And Louis wanted that too. Fuck. Damn Lestat and his enticing ideas. But no. He wasn"t going to let him win this. “You want me to cum on you? Fine. Get onto your back.”
Louis pushed Lestat away when he didn"t move. “Louis,” he whined, actually sounding pathetic. Took long enough.
He stood up and took off his bra. He got onto the bed and patted the spot beside him. All the while Lestat was watching him, a contrite expression on his face.
“Lou, please. I want your pussy so bad. Please. It"s been days.” He liked it, those blue eyes actually watering. Crocodile tears. Louis held back from rolling his eyes. Lestat thought he was going to ride his face.
Louis wanted to scoff. He was such a baby about things.
He patted the spot beside him again. “C’mon. C’mere.”
Lestat heaved himself up, going to take off the rest of his clothes but Louis shook his head. “Keep everything on…except the belt.”
He did just that, looking solemn all the while. He got on his back and Louis undid his pants loving the hitch of his breath. He took out his cock and loved how eager it looked with the angry blush on its tip. Louis bent down and gave it a tender kiss. He"d miss this.
And just because, he took Lestat"s whole length in his mouth with no warning, gagging a bit from how long it"s been. He heard Lestat curse and laid a hand on Louis" head, raising his hips slightly. Louis gagged again and took it out.
He met Lestat"s eyes who was straining his neck to meet his gaze.
“Please. Can I fuck your mouth? Can fuck your mouth, mon cher? Please, please, please.”
Louis gave the head one last kiss and patted Lestat"s hip, signaling him to lie on his side. “Oh yes. Thank you. Merci, mon cher.” He said while patting Louis" head. Louis rested his head on the inside of Lestat"s thigh as Lestat settled in a position so he could fuck his mouth.
He fucked deep into Louis, giving him time to breathe in between the long thrust. He shifted slightly then cursed. Said Louis" name once, twice. The. He fucked in earnest. Fast. Louis gagged and it only pushed Lestat further on. It made him crazy, Louis suspected it was because it was the thought of his dick being big enough to make Louis gag that got him going.
“Oh fuck. Yes. So fucking perfect. I love your mouth. Have I ever told you that? Love it so fucking much. All pink and plump. Taking all of me, T’aimes ça. Fuck I could just come in your mouth. You"ll like that, non? Te’s tellement bonne.”
And Louis was fucking floating. God he liked sucking dick. And especially Lestat"s. He hummed and Lestat pulled out, cursing the whole way through and holding the base of his dick to stop from coming. Louis chased after and felt Lestat holding his head back and he looked up at him in question. “Please let me fuck you baby. J’ai envie de toi. S"il te plaît.”
Louis was nodding. He bit his lip as he pushed Lestat back and straddled him. He braced his hands on Lestat"s pecs and with no warning he sheathed himself fully in his cock. Lestat groaned, his paws going around his waist as Louis closed eyes to savor the feeling of finally being filled again.
Lestat was talking, squeezing Louis" hip, groping his ass, trying to fuck into him by raising his hips. So desperate. Begging Louis to move. Please move for me baby. God it felt so good, just in this moment. He felt finally sated. He shushed Lestat, opening his eyes to massage Lestat"s chest and leaning onto it, looking down at those ocean blue eyes that held so much awe in them. Louis shut his pretty mouth as Louis started rocking his hips, just a little.
“You"re so good for me, baby.” He whispered to Lestat, watching his pupils dilate even further. “You make me so full. So good for Mama.”
He raised his hips until just the tip was in him and slammed his back down, making them groan in tandem. It felt so fucking good. He did it again before Lestat pulled him down by his hold on his waist and kissed Louis. He felt Lestat adjust himself so that he could fuck into Louis and god was he going at it.
Louis was being thrust forward, hiccuping into the kiss. His head fuzzy over how deep Lestat was in this position. One particularly thrust and Lestat"s hands moving to grope his ass reminded that he was supposed to be in control right now, not his dear husband.
He sat up right, ignoring Lestat complaints of where he was going and planted his feet on the bed instead of his knees. He braced his hands on Lestat"s thighs. In this position Lestat couldn"t hold onto his waist, forced to either grasp his thighs or the back of his knee. He fucks himself on him, loving how much deeper Lestat was in this position and every thrust hit his g-spot.
Lestat is watching where they meet, Louis can barely see the blue of his irise. Louis squeezes his eyes shut, his core burning and being brought to the edge by his own punishing pace. Then Lestat has the flat of his fingers rubbing Louis" clit and it just drives him even closer. “Les, Les, Les.” He"s panting, desperate. Almost there. Fucking himself on Lestat"s dick.
“Come on, plus fort. Prends moi.” Lestat purrs looking absolutely fucked out of his mind. And Louis finally got over the edge, climaxing hard, crying out and squeezing the life out of Lestat"s thighs.
And then his arms gave out on him, exhausted and his mind simply on earth anymore. He could feel himself shuddering, dry orgasms shuddering out of him and Lestat"s cock had slipped out of him. The light from the ceiling was charging all sorts of colours and Louis let a small, breathy laugh and closed his eyes.
He could feel Lestat moving around but he"s too out of it to care at the moment.
He feels Lestat enter him, hitching his leg high and making Louis look at him. He leaned down to kiss Louis and limbs are so fucking useless at that moment. All loose and heavy. He tries to kiss Lestat back and feels Lestat thrusting into him slowly. It makes the eyes roll back into his head, overstimulating him.
A kind of pleasure-pain that makes him let out a slow, long whimper at the back of his throat as Lestat sets a faster pace, going so fucking deep. He can feel tears streaming down his face, hot on his skin and Lestat whispering in ear. “You"re so good to me. Fit me so well. So good, my saint Louis. So good for me.”
And then Lestat is coming, hips stuttering into Louis before settling deep. He can feel the cum fill him, hit. And Louis is still feeling high. And when his hips stop stuttering Lestat falls onto Louis, panting. Louis doesn"t have the energy to move a single muscle, content with Lestat"s weight on him, they"re breaths in sync.
After a moment Lestat rolls them over so that he is under Louis. Louis adjusts his legs and kisses Lestat"s cheek. He knows he"ll get cold soon but for now this position was fine enough. Lestat in him and them just holding each other.
Lestat says, “Forgive me?” Louis hums, wanting to take a nap before the next round. “You know nothing happened-”
“Hush now,” he whispers, against his cheek.
“Je t"aime, Louis.” He whispers back and Louis pulls himself slightly up and kisses him. And between their languid kisses he says it back.