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There were many things that changed for Louis once he became a vampire. His eyes, his senses, the constant hunger thrumming beneath his skin, the fact that he was crying and sweating blood now, which was somehow more disturbing than actually digesting it. The most significant change, at least at this exact moment, was the amount of sex he was getting on regular bases. Though he supposed that was less being a vampire thing and more being with Lestat thing.
For Louis who spend his youth constantly hiding his attraction to men, sex was something he seeked out when he was really desperate. It was drunken fumblings in dark rooms, which always felt dirty and disgusting in the morning. At times it was gentler, full of longing for something more, something that he knew he couldn't have, that he wouldn't let himself have.
Then Lestat came into his life and something inside Louis ignited. It was burning brighter and brighter with every passing meeting. He would like to say that it took him by surprise but that wasn't true. He let Lestat sweep him away, ignored every time his mind was screaming at him that he was getting too close. Lestat was a coal fire and Louis, for once in his life, wanted to be warm.
It was the night when he became a vampire that changed all he knew about sex so drastically. Lestat was shameless in his want. It was something Louis had never seen before. It made him feel more grounded, more sure of this thing they were starting together. And he knew it was only a start. As much as he despised the suggestion of staying with Lestat at first, knowing that he wouldn't be tossed aside after the night was over was liberating. Lestat wouldn't sneer at him to get out or gaze at him apologetically as he asked him to leave. He would wrap him in his arms and hold tightly until Louis complained and coaxed him into finally letting go, if only for a second.
From that first night Louis blossomed under the constant feeling of being wanted, of Lestat loving him with all of his being. There were fights and arguing, Louis being fed up and Lestat being manipulative to an infuriating degree, but that didn't diminish their connection. It only made their devotion to each other even clearer when they worked through them and came together again.
'I must be doing a terrible job.' Lestat's voice, tinted with irritation, broke Louis from his thoughts.
He looked to the vampire, whose mouth was poised right above the skin of his inner thigh, where, just a moment ago, he was sucking a long, torturously slow line of bruises. Lestat's gaze was piercing even with his eyes covered by a curtain of blond hair.
Louis made a show of raising his eyebrows, eyes wide and innocent. 'Why would you think that?'
'You were so deep in your thoughts you didn't even notice I'd stopped.' Lestat said in a low tone. Louis could see a dangerous glint in his eye. 'Am I boring you?'
Louis cringed inwardly. If there was one thing Lestat hated the most it was being ignored. And judging by the look on his face he hated it even more when it was happening during sex. Louis scrambled to mediate the situation before it escalated too quickly.
'You've been going very slowly.' A low growl. Louis bit his lip. Probably a joke wasn't the best idea right now. He reached to pull Lestat from between his legs and on top of him, then wrapped his hands tightly around the vampire's back. 'I was actually thinking about you.'
Lestat's interest was immediately piqued, making Louis bite back a laugh. 'What about me?'
It physically hurt not to kiss him right then. So he did, once, twice, giddy with the way Lestat was so predictable and so unpredictable at the same time. It would never cease to amaze him that he had this wild and beautiful creature just for himself.
Lestat chuckled, quirking an eyebrow at him. 'What?' He repeated, tapping Louis' chin until their eyes met.
'You will laugh.' Louis shrugged and averted his eyes, only half-feigning the nervousness.
Lestat was like a dog with a bone now. He hooked his hands behind Louis' head with an exasperated huff, touching their noses together and rubbing them gently.
'Don't be shy, mon cœur . What was I doing in your fantasy? Maybe it will give us some inspiration.' His nose nuzzled against Louis' cheekbone, sanding a shiver down his spine. 'Was I under you as you were pounding into me?' He mused with soft amusement. 'Was I riding you, driving you crazy while you laid there just taking whatever I gave you? Or maybe you were ridin–'
'It wasn't like this.' Louis interrupted quickly, feeling his heart suddenly beating faster.
'Then tell me.' Lestat said with a smug look on his face. 'Or I can just keep listing things I was fantasizing about.'
'Alright, alright, you maniac.' Louis shook his head in exasperation. 'I was thinking about how alone I was without you.' He admitted, staring pointedly at a spot just above Lestat's shoulder.
Lestat made a sound that was dangerously close to a choked gasp. Louis looked back to him in curiosity, only to find Lestat with mouth slightly open and eyes glistening with red. It wasn’t often that he left the other vampire speechless. He could feel something warm spreading through his body, twisting in his stomach the longer Lestat kept silent. He pushed up and closed his mouth around Lestat’s lower lip, biting it with blunt teeth until Lestat came back to life with a loud inhale.
‘I should do that more often.’ Louis murmured against his lips once they parted, basking in the way Lestat’s eyes became almost black.
‘Do what?’ He asked distractedly and leaned in to leave a trail of wet kisses down the side of Louis’ face.
‘Making you speechless, mon cher .’ Louis caught his eye with a small smirk of his own. Lestat cackled loudly, swatting Louis on the shoulder, his head thrown back with joy.
‘You wondrous, villainous thing.’ He exclaimed finally, squeezing Louis’s shoulders as if he was planning to never let him go. Louis found that he didn’t mind the thought that much. ‘I’ve given you too much power over me and you’re abusing it shamelessly.’
Louis shrugged, trying to contain his own mirth. ‘Anything that gives me some kind of upper hand against you.’ He replied with a wide grin, causing Lestat to shake his head, brows furrowed.
‘Do you really need more? J’te adore , Louis. I would do anything for you, you just have to ask.’ Lestat looked so earnest, it was making Louis’ head spin wildly. He had no doubt that Lestat was telling the truth. Whatever flaws he had, as many of them as he had, his devotion to Louis was undeniable. It was both empowering and terrifying to have someone so old and so powerful offering himself to Louis like that every day. It would be so easy to misuse this, to misuse him –
‘Kiss me.’ Louis breathed out and Lestat was on him immediately.
He seemed almost feral with need as he planted his tongue deep in Louis’ mouth, his legs kicking Louis’ wider to make a room for himself between them. Louis let himself be swept away in the fervor of Lestat’s desire, running his hands mindlessly down his back, as he tried to keep up with the kiss.
Lestat moved to Louis’ neck, starting once again his routine task of sucking as many bruises into his skin as he possibly could. Louis barely even noticed his hand smoothing down his side and hip until it stopped at Louis’ ass, squeezing it, as Lestat looked at him with a question. He froze instantly.
'Can I have you, Louis?'
Louis wasn’t sure what Lestat saw in his expression, but his eyebrows furrowed slightly and he moved his hand back to Louis’ hip in a smooth gesture that tried to be nonchalant, but was, without a doubt, deliberate. Louis felt at once relief and some deep longing that he wasn’t sure how to explain.
'I… I don't know...' He stuttered out, trying hard not to cover his face with his hands. Suddenly he felt so mad at himself for being the way he was. Why couldn’t he just say no? Why was he stuttering like an inexperienced virgin? Because you want to say yes. A voice in his head, that sounded suspiciously like Lestat, but could only be his own, hopefully supplied. He shook his head, looking at Lestat helplessly.
Lestat was studying him with a soft expression, a small smile playing on his lips. 'It’s alright, mon cher .'
He captured Louis’s lips again. Louis responded clumsily, he was still trying to process how he felt about Lestat’s easy acceptance of his refusal when Lestat pulled away, replacing his mouth with two fingers that teased the seam of Louis’ lips before slipping inside. After that Louis was hardly able to think anymore, as Lestat pressed down on his tongue, grinning at Louis’ muffled moan.
'Come on, Louis, give me a show.' Lestat said in a low voice that sent a shiver down his spine.
Louis immediately obliged, sucking hard on his fingers, causing Lestat to let out a shuddering breath. Lestat's eyes were fixed on his lips as he slid the fingers in and out, occasionally catching his lower lip and dragging it down slowly. After another few excruciating drags he pulled his fingers out, replacing them once again with his lips.
Louis was so distracted with the kiss that he didn't register what Lestat was doing, until he let out a breathy moan against his lips. When he realized that Lestat was reaching back and fingering himself, the sound that left him was so loud and needy that it made Lestat chuckle.
It wasn’t long before Lestat was shuffling forward and lowering himself onto Louis with a hiss. The pleasure was blinding as Lestat started rolling his hips expertly, groaning loudly at the feeling of Louis inside him. Despite all of it, when Louis met him with his own thrusts, the hot feeling that was coiling inside him slowly becoming unbearable, he couldn’t help but wonder about the pure bliss on Lestat’s face.
Lestat found the act of being fucked pleasurable and he was shamless about it. Louis knew that and every time he saw Lestat spent and smiling at him dizzily, there was a growing need inside him. Whenever he thought about Lestat opening him up and driving into him, sure and possessive, chasing away the last of Louis’ shame with his gentle hands, he wanted it so badly he could scream. But at the same time something inside him recoiled, frozen with indecision and guilt.
As Lestat’s moans above him rose in volume, he could feel himself getting closer. His body was hot all over but there was also a feeling of emptiness, of an itch that he couldn’t scratch. His mind flashed back to Lestat’s fingers in his mouth, to his hand squeezing Louis’ ass with purpose. What if he didn’t freeze then–
He came with a shocked gasp, bucking into Lestat a few more times and hearing him groan with his own release.
When Lestat snuggled into his chest, loose and content, Louis couldn’t help but feel a bone deep ache. This time he actually wished that Lestat was his insistent self and pushed more.
*
It was a few days later, days Louis spent agonizing over his feelings, while he drowned in guilt and confusion, days of Lestat sending him concerned looks and trying to cheer Louis up with flowers and theater tickets, before they broached the subject again.
'Louis,' he started in a casual tone as he stood in front of the window in their living room, facing the street. 'Is something the matter?'
Louis, who was trying and failing to read the same page of his book for the past hour, looked up, startled. He tried, unsuccessfully, to school his expression into one of polite curiosity, because Lestat was watching his reflection in the glass, gauging his reaction, all while giving him a false sense of security. Sometimes, it was easy to forget how cunning Lestat actually was under all the sarcastic smirks and dramatic hand flailing.
'Everything is fine.'
'Lie.' Lestat pointed out, still in the same casual tone, before he turned to face him.
'Les–'
'Should I tell you how I know it's a lie?' Lestat folded his arms in front, leaning on the wall as his eyes stayed firmly on Louis.
Louis sighed. 'If I say no, will it stop you?'
'You're moping more than usual, your meals are even more sparse–'
'Apparently not.' Louis muttered to himself, watching Lestat trying to appear nonchalant but struggling to contain himself as he listed all of the signs that something was apparently wrong.
'–and we didn't have sex in a week. A week, Louis! We've never gone without for so long! Yesterday I paraded naked in front of you and you didn't even notice!'
Louis bit back a laugh. 'That's what bothered you the most, isn't it?'
Lestat paused in his monologue to blink at him, a pained expression suddenly appearing on his face. 'If I did something–'
'You didn't.' Louis cut him off immediately, suddenly feeling guilty for bringing his own demons between them. How long was Lestat sitting on this before he confronted him? He looked the other vampire straight in the eyes, hoping to convey his sincerity, but there was still suspicion in Lestat's gaze as he stared back and the grip he had on his elbows was so tight that it must have hurt.
'Then what?' Lestat huffed. His face was now a blank mask, devoid of any emotions, other than a sneer curling his lips in an unpleasant way.
Louis could read him well enough to know that he was going to storm off at any second. Lestat never dealt well with vulnerability, not when it wasn't premeditated for his own gain. Suddenly, the words he was torturing himself over for the last week, overanalysing their meaning to the point if exhaustion, were easy to say.
'I want you to fuck me.'
There it was. Louis breathed out a sigh of relief, feeling his whole body relax with it for the first time in days.
'Excuse me?' Lestat was gaping at him.
'You heard me.'
'I did.' He confirmed with a stricken expression, unfolding from the wall and moving to Louis slowly, carefully, like Louis was the one who would run away given the slightest provocation. 'It's the understanding I'm having trouble with.'
'Lestat…' Louis sighed, tensing all over again, when Lestat kept coming closer, until he lowered himself to his knees right between Louis' legs.
'You were worrying yourself for a week,' he spoke in a low tone that was slow and sweet as molasses but had a dangerous edge that was hard to miss, 'starving yourself for a week, all because you wanted me to fuck you?'
Louis opened his mouth and closed it again, trying to explain, but lacking words that could describe his inner turmoil, the fight inside him that was happening even now. He swallowed and nodded.
'And your heart is beating like crazy right now because…?' One eyebrow twitched on Lestat's otherwise impassive face.
Louis seethed. 'Because I'm nervous, you insensitive bastard.'
A genuine surprise crossed Lestat's face and Louis suddenly realized that Lestat wasn't trying to be heartless with his line of questioning.
'You've never done it before.' He stated, shifting to take a better look at Louis' face. Louis couldn't tear his gaze from the rush of emotions in Lestat's eyes even if he tried.
'Wasn't that obvious when I said I didn't want you to…'
Lestat, to his astonishment, shrugged.
'I tend not to ponder our sex positions when I have you against me.'
Louis could feel himself melting at his words, at the matter-of-fact, easy tone. Like it was obvious to Lestat that Louis being with him was enough, like he never needed anything else than Louis close to him.
Something must have shown on his face, because Lestat tilted his head curiously, observing him.
'Louis, I don't need this from you.'
Louis shook his head a little bit too frantically for his liking, but he didn't want Lestat to think for even a moment that he somehow felt obliged to him. It wasn't about him at all, or it was, but only in a way that Lestat brought those long buried feelings to the surface.
'I know, but being with you makes me want it. It's just the way I was raised… To want it… To want it was not only a sin, it was a weakness.' Louis tried explaining, his words failing again, along with his weak and cracking voice. He winced when Lestat frowned.
'Do I look weak to you?' The way he coiled into himself, all strong muscles and dangerous edges, his face set in a stony expression, would be answer enough if Louis had ever wondered.
'Of course not, and I'd never thought that way about you.'
Lestat nodded, all of him suddenly softening in a way that was jarring to watch. He draped both forearms over Louis' thighs and rested his chin on his left knee.
'But you thought so about yourself?’
‘Can we not talk about this anymore?’ Louis replied quickly, his gaze moving down, past Lestat’s blond head and to the floor. He didn’t notice Lestat’s expression, but when he spoke his voice was soft, laced with poorly concealed sadness.
‘Very well.’ The silence fell between them until Lestat moved his head again, positioning himself to catch Louis’ eyes with his. He quirked an eyebrow as the corners of his lips pulled into a smirk. ‘Do you still want to do this?’
Louis stared at him with confusion for a second before it clicked and he huffed a laugh. He nodded.
Lestat hummed, shifting up on his knees as he put his hands high on Louis’ thighs. His movements were slow and seductive, thumbs running circles on the inner seam of his trousers while he pushed Louis’ legs apart.
‘Would you like me to be gentle with you Louis?’ He asked in a low tone, his pupils dilating as Louis watched him, entranced. ‘To take you apart with my fingers bit by bit, make it the sweetest torture you’ve ever experienced?’
Louis moaned desperately, painfully aware of said fingers traveling up his thigh to his hardening length before they stopped inches from reaching their target, causing him to make a dismayed sound.
‘Take your clothes off, mon cœur. ’ Lestat said, eyes sparkling with amusement. Louis’ fingers rushed to the buttons of his shirt, already opening the second one when Lestat tsked. ‘Slower.’ And because he was a complete bastard who wanted to make Louis’ life hell, he added, ‘Just as slow as I’ll be fucking you after you finally beg me to take you.’
Louis could cry with how hard he became because of just a few words. If Lestat was going to keep this up, he wasn’t sure he would survive this night.
He did like Lestat asked, slowing his undressing to a frustrating pace that the vampire seemed to approve of and getting rid of each piece of clothing as his hungry gaze followed his movements. Lestat finally moved to help when it was time to pull off Louis’ pants and underwear, and then there he was, naked and hard, sitting on the couch with legs spread to accommodate Lestat between them. As common as it was - Lestat loved to get him naked first and get his fill of admiring him - it still made him bite his lip self-consciously.
Lestat moved in a swish of cold air, disappearing from Louis’ side, only to appear a second later, already naked and with a bottle of oil in his hand.
‘I’ve wanted to do that.’ Louis grumbled, raking his eyes over his naked form in a show of appreciation that made Lestat preen.
‘You’ll get your chance next time. Unless of course you plan to force another bout of celibacy on us.’ Lestat raised a mocking eyebrow.
‘I will if you don’t touch me right now.’
Before Louis could blink he was laying horizontally on the couch with one leg bend and the other draped over the backrest. Lestat was sitting between them, grinning.
‘Better?’
‘That wasn’t touching, that was manhandling.’ Louis hooked a leg around his lower back, trying to pull him closer, but he didn’t budge.
Lestat hummed, considering Louis’ demand, before he raised one hand and wiggled his fingers theatrically. He reached down pointedly and Louis watched as, finger by finger, he wrapped his hand around Louis’ cock, not moving, just holding him. Louis let out a frustrated groan.
‘Now I’m definitely touching a considerable part of you, mon cher .’ Lestat chuckled at his own joke and then again when Louis sent him a murderous glare.
‘Now move your hand.’
He immediately obliged, stroking Louis with slow, measured strokes, his thumb catching the tip of Louis’ cock lazily. Louis bucked up into the touch, moaning appreciatively, while Lestat kept his pace with unwavering resolve. He wasn’t going to do anything else unless asked and it was obvious what he wanted Louis to ask.
It was now frighteningly easy to swallow the shame and guilt that was clouding his mind for the last week, to put aside everything he knew, everything he was taught and follow only his desire.
‘I want your fingers inside me.’
Lestat’s eyes met his, before he leaned down to leave a small, reverent kiss on his knee. ‘As you wish.’
His hands left Louis for a moment, only to come back seconds later, slippery with the oil Lestat had brought earlier. When his finger circled Louis’ opening, he held Lestat’s gaze, letting him catalog every minute reaction his touches were causing. He let out a tense breath as one finger breached him and started moving inside him, making space for more.
‘You haven’t even used your own fingers, have you?’
Louis didn’t have it in him to answer the question, too preoccupied with identifying every new sensation, as Lestat’s fingers, two of them now inside of him, became more insistent. Lestat curled them then with a sharp jab and Louis groaned at the unexpected pleasure.
‘Is this what it feels like?’ He gasped, eyes wide as he stared at Lestat in amazement.
‘This and so much more, mon cher. Laisse moi te montrer.’
Louis nodded frantically as Lestat’s fingers kept scissoring and thrusting inside of him. Soon he added another finger and the combined sensations were bringing him to the edge much faster than he was expecting.
‘Touch me, I need to come.’ Louis asked, voice wavering.
This time Lestat wasn’t trying to pretend he misunderstood, he shook his head, to Louis dismay, and grinned wickedly. ‘Not yet, I want to be inside you when you come.’
Louis groaned. ‘Then do it.’
‘You’re getting entirely too comfortable with ordering me around, Louis. I’m not sure if I like it.’ Lestat was teasing him now, his eyes sparkled with mirth when Louis sent him an annoyed glare. He pulled his fingers out carefully, leaving Louis once again with that empty feeling inside. Only this time it was worse, this time he knew what it could feel like.
He bit his lip as Lestat took his time slicking himself up with slow, deliberate strokes, designed to drive them both insane. It would be pointless trying to rush him again and could very well end in another torturous interlude. Lestat caught his eye and smirked.
‘Ready?’
‘Are you trying to annoy me on purpose?’
Lestat huffed and repositioned himself between Louis’ legs, guiding his cock to tease at Louis’ entrance. He slipped in slowly, using the same patience he seemed to exhibit throughout the whole night, as he made a space for himself inside Louis. When he finally stopped, buried to the hilt, they both groaned.
Louis opened his eyes - when did he even close them? - and was met with Lestat looking at him with pure adoration. As much as Lestat spoiled him with those looks they never failed to make him molten inside.
‘Louis…’ Lestat breathed out and it sounded like a prayer.
He stretched himself over Louis to capture his bottom lip in his mouth and suck on it. Louis inhaled sharply at the sting and realized that he must have pierced it at some point. Lestat took this moment to roll his hips, a small movement that made Louis gasp, a foreign pleasure spreading inside of him. His ankles crossed around Lestat’s back, caging him in and urging him to move.
He buried his fingers in Lestat’s hair, guiding him into an actual kiss, while the vampire picked up his pace, thrusting into Louis with long, hard strokes. Louis let his hands wander down Lestat’s back, leaving red scratches on the way. It had the added effect of making Lestat lose the last traces of control, his movements becoming frantic as he moaned loudly. Louis keened, trying to pull him tighter, closer, even though there wasn’t any space left between them.
‘Touch me.’ He grunted into Lestat’s lips. His fang pierced Lestat’s tongue and he lapped eagerly at the closing wound. ‘Let me drink from you.’
‘Yes. Yes. ’ Lestat murmured, breathless, speeding his thrusts even more. His hand scrambled down and closed around Louis’ length at the same moment that Louis bit into his neck.
The bite sent them both over the edge. Louis moaned around the blood in his mouth, sucking desperately as the pleasure overtook him, feeling Lestat move inside him another couple of times, before he collapsed with a satisfied groan. He licked at the wound until it started to close, earning another appreciative groan from Lestat, then he slumped down, boneless, letting Lestat’s weight ground him.
‘You know, mon coeur, ’ Lestat mumbled into his neck moments later, after their breaths calmed down and a peaceful silence settled between them. ‘I think I’m growing to like you ordering me around.’
Louis huffed a laugh into the crown of Lestat’s hair. ‘Me too, but I could do with you being a little less of a brat about it.’
He yelped when Lestat pinched him in retaliation. Lestat raised his head to look at Louis with mock outrage, growling deep in his throat.
‘I’ll show you a brat.’ He grinded their hips together, his cock already half-hard. Louis only held him tighter.
‘Do it.’