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Louis lays in his coffin thinking back on the past two days. How did it spiral so quickly? It was just two days ago that Lestat opened the gates to their relationship. Two days since Lestat had let Louis know he had given himself permission to sleep with whomever he wanted, and that Louis may as well. A piece of Louis’ soul crumbled only for Lestat to not even last two days before throwing a temper tantrum and creating an elaborate performance to shame Louis for doing what he was explicitly given permission to.
And lord does it make Louis angry thinking about it. They didn’t even have sex it was just some head, but somehow Louis had taken it too far? Not Lestat who fucked his side piece, Louis' employee, on their chaise lounge?
There is a part of Louis that is tired of the drama. He may have never said it out loud, but he loves Lestat isn’t that obvious? He doesn’t want Lestat upset at him, they’re supposed to spend eternity together. That part of him tells Louis to never step out again. To go to work and then come home and wait for his turn. To sit patiently at home ready to welcome Lestat when he’s done with- whoever.
But the other part of him is louder. Larger. Growing. Being fed by Louis' anger. That part of him wants another reaction from Lestat. It wants Lestat to tremble, to ache and sob from the agony Louis has felt every day from the first time Lestat coolly caressed one of Louis’ girls with flirtatious words right in front of him.
Louis comes to an understanding as he stares into the darkness, Lestat loves him. And in Lestat’s eyes, to be loved by him means to be owned by him. Louis is entirely Lestat’s, and Lestat is Lestat's. Louis is owned by no one. But he does want to be Lestat’s, he just needs Lestat to realize he wants to be Louis’.
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When Louis opens his coffin half an hour after sunset he sees Lestat at his wardrobe slipping on a deep blue, almost black, suit jacket.
“Bonsoir mon cher.” Lestat turns to face Louis with a flourish and a smile on his face, “You laid asleep just a mere two feet away and yet I have already longed for you so deeply my Louis. After the painful time we have had recently I want nothing more than to be by your side, soaking in your presence.” Lestat steps forward to Louis’ side and bends over to place a loving kiss on his temple. “Alas, I have something to tend to urgently.” Lestat straightens his back and looks down at Louis with a gaze that could be interpreted as desire, or perhaps the look of a parent disappointed in their child. “You should stay in tonight mon amour, you need your rest.”
Perhaps it is a good thing Lestat is mentally occupied elsewhere. For if he were to have been without distractions he would have heard Louis’ relief at his absence. After all, it was already past six in the evening so Louis had to be quick. Jonah’s ship would be leaving in less than three hours.
Louis drains a cat and the extraordinarily plump rat it was chasing on his way to Jonah. He does not want another incident like last time and he will need his strength to pull this off. From outside the ship Louis would like to telepathically urge Jonah to come to him. Unfortunately under the watch of the crew Louis realizes it would be an impossible task for him and instead chooses to use the senses Lestat bestowed upon him to locate Jonah, who was thankfully walking alone through the ship's corridors between tasks.
“Louis! Now how did you manage to get on this here ship? There shoulda been eyes everywhere.” Jonah takes a quick look around before grabbing Louis’ arms. “You need to leave Louis, no matter how much more money you got yourself now, them white lieutenants and commanders won’t just let you go.”
“I know you said yesterday was your last night off, and I should’ve found you then but I’m here in front of you now.” Louis leans in gently placing a kiss on Jonah’s lips. His vampiric ears make him confident that no one is heading their way.
Jonah’s body sways forward, his hands drifting to Louis' waist before he yanks his body back. “Louis as much as I enjoyed being with you, I am on duty right now. In fact I’m supposed to be on my way to-“
“I understand Jonah, don’t worry this won’t take long if I do a good job,” Louis states as seductively as he can before he pulls Jonah into the first door he sees. It ends up being an incredibly small storage space that smells of rust and moist wood. “Just wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel, thas all.” Louis drops to his knees and looks up at Jonah, gently rubbing his cheek along Jonah’s thigh, something that always gets Lestat excited. “Is that okay? I can go if you’d like,” Louis asks languidly.
Jonah bites his lip while looking down at Louis, “Fuck, yeah- yeah it’s okay Louis.” Happy with the answer Louis knew he’d receive he immediately pulls Jonah out from his clothing. Jonah is average in size, just a bit smaller than Louis. Years of practice on Lestat, who is a lot larger than either of them, means Louis doesn’t struggle fitting all of Jonah in his month abruptly. Jonah loudly inhales through his teeth from the sudden stimulation, his cock quickly hardening as Louis presses his tongue along the underside of it. Jonah may not know vampires don’t need air the way humans do, but he is certainly enjoying the benefits of it as Louis continues to devour him without pause. As Jonah’s thighs begin to quiver he lays a hand on Louis curls to steady himself. “Louis…,” he murmurs. Louis is enjoying himself. He is, truly. It’s just that he’s enjoying the thought of Lestat smelling Jonah on his breath more than the feel of Jonah himself. Louis never thought of himself as a good man. Maybe he should feel guilty using Jonah, but if he was to have regrets over anything he’s done with Jonah it should be about how he let Jonah touch his twenty-three year old body when Jonah was sixteen. And if he’s honest with himself, which he rarely is, he doesn’t care.
Louis is half hard and mostly hungry when Jonah finishes in his mouth. For a moment Louis considers attempting un petit coup from Jonah’s thigh. If he was a stronger vampire he’d go ahead and do it, but he’s not, he’s just a very weak man. And he’s done more than enough damage to Jonah.
It’s a good thing Louis had a bite before he sought out Jonah, he thinks to himself as he walks home. He allowed Jonah to pull him to completion before parting ways with a kiss. It took a lot of energy to control himself, and to then use vampire speed to get out unseen. It is always an overwhelming experience just how hungry the body of a vampire is. Louis thinks of nothing but blood and Lestat most days. Thoughts of Lestat are encouraged by another form of hunger, but they feel awfully similar. Both make Louis think of doing things he’d rather not. Louis was an awful choice for a vampire, he regularly skipped meals as a human, and now as a vampire he can drive himself mad with hunger and the only side effect is Lestat's disappointment at his unstable libido.
Louis didn’t know what time it was but he assumed he’d most likely have another hour or two to himself before Lestat was home. Perhaps he’d reread one of his favorites, it’s been awhile since he was in a positive enough mood to allow himself to relax.
In reaction to his exertion Louis did not feel Lestat’s presence at home, but there he was. Sitting as his perfectly beautiful self on the sofa, watching Louis enter with those magnetic lavender hued eyes.
“You did not stay home as I had advised.” Lestat stands up to address Louis.
“Well, I didn’t think it was a demand. Was it?” Louis was suddenly apprehensive, he can tell Lestat is already more upset at Louis leaving the house than he expected. How much angrier will he get when he learns why? This was what he wanted, but he was in such a good mood and now he feels shot down from the sky. His intention isn’t to ruin their relationship, just bring them closer together. How does he begin to explain that to Lestat?
Louis tries to head upstairs quickly. He should just clean himself up and forget about this, he was out of his mind and made a plan that made no sense. Before he can even set foot on the first step, Lestat is behind him with a hand on Louis' waist. Stopping him from going any further. “No, it was not a demand.” Louis can hear their hearts beating in sync, half a beat quicker than usual. Lestat’s fingers flex and dig into Louis’ side, “Where were you mon cher?” Lestat drags his sharp nose from Louis' shoulder to his ear, “Not coincidentally bumping into another ‘old love’ were you?”
Louis turns his neck to face Lestat, “Fuck you! What the hell is that supposed to mean? I didn’t send for him, Lestat! And don’t forget I only did what I did because you wanted that for us!”
Lestat grabs Louis by the nape of his neck, sending shivers down between his shoulder blades. “Well you certainly met with someone Saint Louis, not only can I smell them on you but that beautiful head of hair I adore has clearly been tugged on. Was I meant to be blind?” Lestat tenderly drags his claws up into Louis’ hair. His fingertips press into Louis’ scalp the way a lover would give a head massage before firmly grasping a clump of Louis’ hair and gently leaning him back. “So who was it Louis? You may as well have set me aflame the way you have chosen to burn me so cruelly. I at the very least deserve to know who was worthy of hurting your eternal companion this way.”
Louis watches as tears form on Lestat’s waterline and lets out an airy laugh, “You must be joking.” Lestat lets go of Louis and crumbles to his knees.
“Louis, my love, please. Tell me and we can go find him, hunt him, and drain him together. Then we can move on from this terrible nightmare mon cher, please I cannot withstand this pain for another second,” Lestat sobs.
Louis looks at Lestat and that same part of Louis that made him seek out Jonah is back. He’s repulsed and enthralled by Lestat’s performance. “You want to know who it was?” Louis maintains eye contact with Lestat as he gets down to his level. Louis crawls into Lestat’s lap, his arms wrapping around Lestat’s neck while Lestat’s arms automatically wrap around Louis’ waist. “It was the military boy, my ‘old love.’”
“No Louis, no…”
“Yes,” Louis hisses through his teeth. “I went to sleep thinking about him, about his mouth. And when I woke up, I ran to him as soon as you let me out of your sight. You wanna know what I did as soon as I found him, Lestat?”
“That is enough Louis!”
Louis grips Lestat tighter when he makes a move to step away from Louis’ grasp. “As soon as I found him, I dropped to my knees for him. I let him fuck my mouth and drank up everything he put in me.” Lestat whimpers. “Then I let him put his hands on me. I came so fucking fast, faster than I ever have with you!” A lie of course.
In a millisecond Lestat has Louis pressed against the wall. His hands under Louis’ thighs holding him while he snarls in Louis’ face, “You’re a liar!” Lestat pushes his hips forward, stimulating Louis' erect penis through his suit pants. “Nobody knows your body like I do Louis. No one could ever please you better than I can.” Lestat moves his hands to grope Louis’ behind. “And I am most certain no one, especially that mortal, could ever honor and treasure the beautiful body your heart resides in like I do.”
Louis pauses his moans to say, “Yeah? You thinkin‘bout how much you’re honoring me while you’re fucking Antoinette?”
“Merde, AGAIN with Antoinette Louis! You want her out of our lives, it’s done! I will never see her again, now it is your turn.” Lestat walks them to the sofa and begins to remove Louis’ trousers without hesitation as soon as he is put down. “Now you will use your words and tell me you choose me and my body above anyone else.” Lestat lowers his head, his hair tickling the insides of Louis' thighs, “Even if I have to force it out of you Louis. You will say it.”
Lestat places sensual kisses on the flesh of Louis’ thighs, as if he were kissing lips, causing Louis to whimper from the stimulation. Vampires have incredible staminas, but Louis just came and hasn’t had a nice healthy meal in so long that Lestat’s kisses already feel like too much. By the time Lestat’s lips reach Louis' hip, his release begins to spill out in weak small spurts on his blazer. Lestat chuckles, “Aw,” he faux pouts, “ma pauvre femme, already? I knew the mortal’s mouth could not compare to my own but it must have been worse than I thought. You have needed me desperately and I had no idea. You should have been running into my embrace Louis, not his.” He crawls up Louis' half nude body with his own fully clothed one. He moves past Louis’ twitching waist to envelope Louis’ lips with his own.
When he finally pulls away, with a bite to Louis’ lower lip, he takes a moment to admire his companion while Louis looks back at him through half-lidded eyes. “My beautiful one, are you tired? Hm? If you had stayed home as I told you to, instead of whoring yourself to other men, you’d have the energy to please your companion as you pleased a man that is nothing to you.” Louis furrows his brows. “Upset? I’m sorry, did you expect me to congratulate my fledging for giving himself to any man that makes eyes at him?”
“Fuck you,” Louis replies. His lips purse and tremble as he tries to gain the strength to argue back.
“Oh I think I will be doing the fucking tonight mon ange, after all you’re too worn out.” Lestat slaps the outside of Louis’ thigh before slipping two of his own fingers in his mouth.
Louis’ anger flares at the sting of Lestat’s large palm, “Don’t do that,” he attempts to yell.
Lestat uses his free hand to push one of Louis’ knees up to his chest before removing his fang pierced fingers out of his mouth and dropping them to circle Louis’ hole. “You don’t like things I do and I don’t like things you do, I suppose we will both suffer. But we will suffer together.” Louis gasps and Lestat moans as he pushes both fingers into Louis at once. “Perhaps I can congratulate you for not allowing the stray to use this,” he begins to scissor his fingers, “at least this part of you knows better. Ce petit trou knows who it’s for, doesn’t it?” Lestat punctuates with a jab at Louis' prostate.
“You know I hate it when you talk about my body like that you fu-UCK!” Louis' ability to speak is cut off when Lestat enters him and begins to thrust with the speed only a vampire could possess. Louis knows that the amount of strength Lestat is using in his thrusts is only possible with him, a human’s pelvis would not be able to accommodate it. Not only that, but Louis’ eternally- almost- virginal body was not adequately stretched for a man of Lestat’s size. He knows Lestat is both punishing him and also reminding Louis that they can only be their truest selves with each other.
Lestat maneuvers Louis into holding up one of his own legs as he bunches Louis’ dress shirt and jacket up as far as they will go, his fangs dropping momentarily while looking at Louis’ hair-dusted chest and stomach. “You claim to hate most things mon cœur, but your body betrays you.” Louis can’t control his weak moans as he sees the desire in Lestat’s eyes. This is what he needed, to feel wildly wanted by Lestat. “All of this is mine, Louis. You were made for this. I would know, I made you.” Louis throws his head back as Lestat ends each sentence with a thrust against his prostate. Lestat takes advantage of the moment to place his mouth on Louis’ throat. Not biting or kissing, just allowing Louis to feel him and know that if he wanted to, Lestat could tear through his flesh and consume him entirely. “Say it, Louis,” Lestat whispers into Louis’ skin. “Say you’re mine mon cher.”
Louis wants to scream ‘yes, yes, I am, I’m yours, I love you, I love you,’ but he won’t. “You say it first.” Lestat removes his face from Louis’ neck to look him in the face.
Having taken Lestat by surprise, his thrusts halt in confusion. Lestat allows himself to be pushed on his back and straddled by Louis. Louis has to grip the side of the sofa to maintain upright while he’s seated just under Lestat’s hips, their cocks lightly touching, “tell me you’re mine, Lestat.”
Exasperated, Lestat runs his hands along Louis’ waist, “of course I am, of course.” He softly strokes Louis, “of course. I’m yours, Louis.”
“Do you say the same to Antoinette?” Louis lifts his hips sluggishly and tries to reinsert Lestat into his rightful place. Having no strength, Lestat slips from his grasp and both of Louis’ hands land on Lestat’s chest as he attempts to find stability.
“No more of these games, Louis.” Lestat grabs Louis’ hip and guides his cock into Louis, slamming Louis down all at once. “You are impossible to please, and yet I will continue trying for the rest of eternity; but tonight I am done with this nonsense.” Lestat moves his hands so that both have a strong hold on each of Louis’ glutes. Louis falls forward, burying his face in the crook of Lestat’s neck, from the speed at which Lestat pistons his hips into him. Louis would have been completely dislodged him from his position if Lestat had not been holding him so tightly.
“Ohh!” Louis' eyes roll back and his mouth goes lax as moans pour out of him.
“My beautiful Louis. Your sounds, the feeling of you. Perfect. Mon dieu, you are everything.” Lestat turns his head up, “Drink mon cher, drink from your lover. Your everlasting companion, the only one you shall ever have. I’ll make sure of it. Drink!,” he growls.
Louis latches his mouth on the pulsing vein of Lestat’s throat, orgasming as the liquid gold flows into him from both entrances.
Afterwards they lay together, sticky and satiated. As Lestat rubs Louis back, Louis feels free of his anger. Perhaps it was not an eye for an eye, but he feels so nice and soft he thinks that must be because he got what he needed. Everything is fine.
Lestat runs his hand down to Louis’ ass, massaging the flesh in a way that feels nice on Louis’ muscle. When Lestat’s fingers move into the crease and land against Louis’ entrance with intention, Louis shifts uncomfortably. “No more, ‘m tired Les. Coffin?” his eyes begin to drift shut.
Abruptly Louis is shoved upright and is suddenly alone. “Can’t eat whoever I want, can’t have a fledging who is loyal to me, and my companion won’t let me fuck him either? Putain de merde! Am I a vampire or a prisoner!” Lestat stomps up the stairs. Louis is left sitting alone in the living room when, right before the sound of Lestat’s coffin closing, he just barely manages to hear ‘and he wonders why I have to find satisfaction in between the legs of another.’
And just like that Louis knows he’s not done at all. He’s just getting started.