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Lestat took a deep breath and felt the smell of fresh coffee invade his senses. It was still early in the morning and the sun was shining through the window of the counter, decorating the table with a light yellowish hue. Despite the sunlight that painted the elegant kitchen, the day wasn't warm, large clouds stained the blue sky almost covering it completely, a light breeze entered through the open shutters, causing him to clutch his silk robe against his chest, trying to conserve what little of the warmth of his covers he still had left.
The crackling of the upper floor awakened his senses, and the sound of small but rapid footsteps followed. His eyes traveled to the large wooden staircase near the entrance hall, at any moment Claudia would run down the wide steps, tripping over the heavy carpet that decorated the length of the staircase. He had to get rid of the rug before an accident occurred, Louis had said something about rugs not being good choices in homes with children, Lestat shook his head trying to dispel that thought, the mere memory of the other man brought up very mixed feelings and he wasn't planning on starting the day feeling miserable.
He pulls a small clip from the pocket of his robe, it was in the shape of a small white flower with bursts of pink, he usually preferred to wear something more elegant, but Claudia had given him the clip as a present, so that they would both match. He pulled back the front strands of his long blond hair, pinning the dangling strands to the nape of his neck.
Before he could grab the coffee dishes from the cupboard, a loud laugh echoed behind him and Claudia ran through the entrance hall into the kitchen, barely slowing down before jumping up and perching on one of the high chairs at the counter.
- What did we talk about running indoors? - Lestat spoke without looking away from the cupboards, as he reached for a bowl and mug for his daughter.
Claudia snorted unenthusiastically, her little feet swinging on the chair, making an annoying "toc toc" noise as they hit the counter.
- No running in the house. - She mutters, making puppy-dog eyes at him, and achieving her goal because Lestat can't find the strength to scold her.
"Damn" he thinks, she was getting very good at manipulating him, Louis' fault of course.
- All right, young lady, I'll overlook that today. - He pours the milk generously into Claudia's pink unicorn mug. - Now start drinking your coffee, or we'll be late for school.
He picks up his own cup, feeling the heat of the coffee warm his cold palms. The coffee was a little too strong for his liking, but it would keep him awake long enough to go over some sheet music after dropping Claudia off at school.
- Papa! - Claudia's impatient voice rouses Lestat from his thoughts, and he turns his attention to his daughter.
- Oui ma chérie? - She throws back a crooked smile, the kind she had when she was up to something.
- Next week there's my performance at school. - He remembered that it was some kind of tasteless musical play, but Claudia seemed strangely excited about it, so he preferred not to voice his opinion. - And the teacher said that each of the students has two tickets to give to their parents and guardians.
Lestat massaged his temple without much patience, it was almost time for them to leave and Claudia still had to put on her uniform and get ready, so his mood wasn't very conducive to procrastination.
- Claudia, get to the point.
- I want you and Dad Lou to go to my presentation together. - She smiles contentedly and goes back to drinking her milk.
- Of course you want to. - He laughs humorlessly - Have you told him about it?
- No, that's your job. - Lestat raises an eyebrow in question. - You married him, not me. - Claudia smiles self-satisfiedly, jumping away from the counter and going off to get ready, almost parading down the corridor.
- Ugh, she really is my daughter. - He groans in displeasure, Claudia was getting too clever to deal with.
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Lestat stops the car in front of the school, they have by some miracle managed to arrive on time, he turns to his daughter in the back seat waiting for her to come out of the door.
- Claudia? I don't have all day. - He gestures with his hands to hurry the girl along. - Are you going to talk to Dad Lou? - She asks with her nose turned up.
Lestat rolled his eyes, sometimes it was annoying to see how much like him Claudia was, and tasting his own poison wasn't exactly a balm.
- Oui, consider it done Ma Chéri. - He smiles and nods towards the door.
- Good. - Claudia smiles like a sweetheart and gets out of the car, bouncing as if she were no threat to society.
Lestat drummed his fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music blasting from the car's loudspeaker as he maneuvered the car away from the school building. He stares at the street as he ponders his options, he could go home and finally go over those scores, then pretend that Louis had refused the tickets and that would be that. Or he could drive to Louis' company, demand to speak to him, storm into the room and shout until he agreed to go to the damn play.
He lets out a loud laugh, smiling to himself Lestat pulls the rear-view mirror towards him. He removes the clip, releasing his long blond locks. Shaking his head to free the strands, he looks at his reflection, and by God he looks stunning. His blond locks fell like a waterfall, framing his face as if carved from marble, while his blue eyes had a wild gleam, their irises glowing half-violet in the light, hiding their malicious plots.
Lestat puts his foot on the accelerator, feeling his adrenaline pulsing with the sound of the tires marking the asphalt. He drives around a few streets, following the painfully familiar route, until he stops in front of a large commercial building, the old-style front hiding the refurbished interior, Du lac & Co, it's been a while since he was last there and almost nothing has changed. Except perhaps his surname.
- Showtime. - He smiles as he walks up to the automatic doors with his nose held high.
The interior hadn't changed at all either, the décor was still boring and generic, walking through the corridors in large strides reminded him of why he hated corporate aesthetics. He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. When the doors opened onto the lobby floor, a snort caught in his throat; the place was just as dull as the rest of the building, if not more so.
Lestat tosses his hair back and raises his chin arrogantly, if he was invading his ex husband's office he was doing it with style. Lestat passes the secretary's desk, which he had to admit was nicely decorated, full credit to Miss Williams, who widens her beautiful brown eyes when he nods smilingly at her.
- Mr. Du la... Lioncourt, what are you doing here? - Miss Williams asked, getting up from her seat. She was wearing a tight white dress, which showed off her beautiful curves, he couldn't help but notice. He could admire a beautiful woman, after all, he was no longer married.
- I've come to see Louis, don't worry, I know the way.
Lestat smiled smugly, ignoring the woman's protests that he shouldn't enter the room; he knew that Louis hardly ever arranged meetings in the morning. He pushed open the door and entered the office, the almost excessive light from the large windows dominating the almost empty room, except for a set of armchairs on the left and a large noble wooden table in the middle of the room, where Louis was sitting, his eyes fixed on the computer in front of him.
- Hello, Louis! - He smiles at his ex-husband.
- Sir, I tried to stop him, but...
- It's okay Brick, I'll deal with it. - Louis mutters tiredly without taking his eyes off the screen in front of him.
Lestat watches from the periphery as the woman nods in affirmation and then turns to leave the room, a small "click" echoing as the door closes. He sighs and turns his attention to his ex-husband, who seems to be trying to ignore his presence in the room.
- So, Louis, how do you intend to "deal" with me? - Lestat teases, taking long but elegantly practiced steps to the edge of the table. - I can't wait to see what you've got in there. - He bites his lip provocatively, as his hands rest on the edge of the table allowing him to lean his chest forward, almost touching the monitor.
Louis lets out a loud snort and shakes his head in displeasure. Looking away from the screen in front of him, he meets his ex-husband's blue eyes, his look of practiced indifference staining his handsome face.
- Why are you here, Lestat? - He crosses his arms under his chest, shifting in his chair to get a better look at the blond. His body is throbbing with anger and other feelings he'd rather not have to think about at the moment.
- Claudia. - The blond man shrugged, turning away from the table to face Louis as if that were answer enough.
Louis arched his eyebrow in question, Lestat just smiled as if he had expected that reaction, he felt his stomach bubble at that shit-eating grin, but decided not to do anything about it, because if he knew his ex-husband, this scene was just beginning.
- She has a performance at school, a musical theater piece, rather lame I must admit. - Louis rolls his eyes at this, the ghost of a smile haunting his features, even after everything it was strangely familiar listening to the blond ramble on about music and theater.
- Yes, she told me something about that. - He shakes his head for the other to continue.
- Good, Did she also mention that she wants us there? - Lestat stared into Louis' brown eyes in defiance. - Me and you, together. - He smiled smugly at Louis, seeming to be having a lot of fun with the situation.
A wave of anger ran through Louis' body at the moment, he couldn't believe Lestat's audacity to show up in the middle of his work with a ridiculous excuse like that, just to create a situation so he could provoke him. He looked away and let out an angry grunt, it really was unbelievable that even after everything Lestat still managed to find new ways to destroy his patience.
- Don't count on it. - He mutters in a cold tone, trying to sound as indifferent as possible. Louis knew that his ex-husband hated it when he spoke like that, and he couldn't resist the urge to return some of Lestat's venom.
Lestat shuddered slightly at Louis' cold words, he knew that the man would act like this to try to make him give up, but after years together he couldn't say that it didn't hurt to hear Louis' cold words anymore, but he was used to them enough that it wouldn't stop him from continuing.
- Oh, Louis, why be such a spoilsport? - He teases, smiling, knowing that Louis can't resist a good fight.
- If you're so keen to go, why don't you take Antoinette with you? - Louis teases, anger and resentment dripping from his lips like sweet poison.
Lestat rolled his eyes in annoyance, holding himself back from laughing, he turned his gaze to Louis, his eyes serious and his lips clenched, his body emanating a tension of anger and jealousy, he was the perfect image of the man the blond had fallen in love with years ago.
- I have nothing with Antoinette, she never meant anything to me. - He answered seriously, holding Louis' gaze, he may have made many mistakes but he never lied when he said that Antoinette meant nothing, she was never the receptacle of his love, his adoration and passion, that was always his Saint Louis.
Louis rises from his seat at the table, stepping around it to face Lestat. His heart was pounding uncontrollably against his chest, blood flowing hotly throughout his body making him shiver almost imperceptibly, his rational thoughts were about to jump out of the window and never come back, he couldn't believe Lestat's words, not after the betrayal. He knew he shouldn't feel so affected by those words, but he couldn't stop a part of him from vibrating almost hopefully with the other man's words.
- Really? That's not what it looked like when I found you two in that hotel! - He hits an accusing finger into the blond man's chest, preferring to cover up the confused feelings in his chest with his anger. - If she didn't mean anything, then why did you always end up in her fucking bed? - His voice echoed around the room, no longer able to maintain the calm and indifferent tone of before, that was the effect of Lestat, he always managed to break down any barriers that Louis built around himself.
Lestat curved his lips into a half smile, feeling the weight of the argument finally hit him, he didn't consider himself a saint or innocent in all that situation, on the contrary he could recognize his mistakes, but what really annoyed him was Louis always pretending to be the big victim of the story, never able to admit that part of the damage was his fault, if their marriage failed it was because they both let it, not just Lestat.
- Because she wanted to have sex with me, she desired me, she didn't ignore me or treat me like a complete stranger! - Lestat screams, losing all of his small but existing self control. Sorrow and resentment painting bitter stains on his voice, He hated Louis implying that only he was wrong, as if all the nights that the other man treated him like nothing more than a decoration in the house meant nothing.
- Do you know why I always went back to her bed, Louis? Because she liked to fuck instead of whining about how fucking her husband was a sin! - He shouts, slamming his index finger into his ex-husband's chest in retaliation.
- Fuck you! - Louis spits out the barely contained words of irritation. He had always had a very complicated relationship with religion, his mother was a very Catholic woman and cruel when things went wrong, and Louis had never been able to fully accept his sexuality, as accepting it would have meant losing all the affection his mother had ever had for him. And Lestat knew this very well, and as always found the worst moments to bring it up.
- At least I admit my mistakes Louis! - The blond shouts, he's kept this to himself for too long and if Louis can say what he wants then he'll listen too. - I don't go around whining like a fucking victim, as if you weren't to blame for all this shit too!
- I'm not going to any fucking presentation with you. - He growls at the blond - Now get the fuck out of my office!
Lestat feels the sudden urge to start throwing all the idiotic belongings from Louis' desk at the wall and tear a part all the piles of stupid documents, maybe that would piss him off enough to stop hiding behind the "poor thing" mask.
- Great, so should I tell Claudia that you don't want to fulfill her request out of your sheer petty desire? - Lestat knew he was playing dirty by bringing Claudia into the discussion, but they had never played fair with each other anyway.
- Maybe you should tell her that you only got pregnant with her to cover up your fucking betrayal! - Louis shouts, giving up trying to end the argument.
- Or maybe I'll tell that you only got me pregnant so you could give your mother a fucking grandchild, so she'd hate you less for being a fucking faggot. - Lestat smiles at the venom dripping from his words, he leans his face forward a little more, almost touching Louis' nose, staring into the stormy brown eyes in defiance.
- I hate you !
- And you should, Mon Cher...
Before Lestat could speak again, his words were interrupted when Louis pushed himself forward, connecting their lips roughly. The blond almost choked on a muffled groan as he felt Louis' tongue press against his lips, instigating an aggressive kiss.
Lestat's hands fly to Louis' waist, squeezing hard, his fingers pressing bruises into the man's warm skin. He pulls on his ex-husband's fleshy lip, delighting in the sounds that come from his throat as he bites into the sensitive tissue.
- Fuck Les! - Louis fingers flew to the blond's hair, tangling the golden locks in his knuckles and pulling hard, followed by the dirty sound of Lestat's ecstasy. His eyes stared at the blond's swollen lips, at the way his Adam's apple jiggled from his irregular breathing, at the way an unruly lock of hair fell messily over his face and his eyes glittered with raw and perverse desire. Louis couldn't deny that Lestat was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
His eyes traveled all over Lestat's body, as they stood clutching each other tightly, foreheads pressed together, trying to catch their breath. His whole body trembling in anticipation, he knew what was about to happen, and he couldn't find any reason to stop it, a surge of electricity coursing through his body about to explode at every nerve ending.
Louis felt the blood rush through his body, he couldn't help it, Lestat had such an effect on him. Before he could regret it, his hands grabbed the blond's waist, pulling him to reverse their positions, he pushed Lestat's hips against the table making him sit on the table cap, he pushed the man's body without much care, Lestat's thick thighs opened pulling Louis' body to fit between them, the movement rocking the table enough to knock over some belongings, which Louis promptly ignored.
- Oh Mon Cher... - Lestat murmurs, lost in the feel of Louis' hands on his thighs, squeezing hard enough to leave a mark, he lets out a sigh of lust at the thought, he wanted Louis to mark him, he wanted to be able to feel his touch for days.
- Take off your pants! - Louis replied authoritatively, his breathing a little labored. Louis' tongue wets his lips and he lets out a gasp, his eyes locked on the blond's body.
- All for you, Louis! - Lestat feels his pussy throb as his hands fumble to pull down his pants. - Do you want to help me here? - he whimpers in frustration as the fabric curls around his thighs.
- You're insufferable. - Louis snorts before kneeling down, his hands gripping the bulging fabric of Lestat's tailored pants. He grasps the sides, making it roll in his heels. Then, in quick but delicate movements, he removes the blond's shoes and pulls the pants completely off.
Lestat threw his head back, closing his eyes tightly. He could feel Louis' lips against the silky skin of his thighs, his mouth marking the pale skin with bites and hickeys that would probably leave marks, his tongue tracing imaginary lines on his body. He feels his breath catch as Louis lays a wet kiss on the inside of his thigh, his canine teeth pressing hard enough for a shock to run through his entire body, increasing the sticky stain that his the black lingerie did nothing to disguise.
They'd been divorced for years, years without any decent contact between the two of them, and Louis still managed to get him wet within minutes, until Lestat was soaking through the thin material of her panties, feeling as if he were dripping down her thighs.
- You're so wet. - Louis teases, his face almost touching the blond's crotch, breathing close enough for the warm air to touch his ex-husband's, still-covered, pussy.
- And whose fault is that? - Lestat murmured gallantly, his hands stroking the Louis hair, sitting between his legs.
- Shut up, Lestat! - Louis growls against the inside of his thigh just above the knee, where his canines press against the skin, making the blond gasp in surprise.
Lestat feels his body arch as Louis' tongue trails up his thigh, tracing imaginary lines across the silky skin, the wet touch making the muscle in his thigh tremble under the man's hand.
- You have a way with your mouth, Mon cher! - The blond teases, his body pulsing with the closeness between them.
- I told you to shut up! - Louis barks without patience, his face resting on the curve of Lestat's thigh, pressing his nose against the delicate skin, he takes a deep breath feeling the touch of the familiar scent of the other's body lotion, his body responding in excitement as the blond's panting sounds invade his ears.
- Oui, Mon Cher, anything for yo- awn…! - Lestat thoughts were torn from his mind by Louis' mouth, which gripped the delicate lace of his lingerie between his teeth, pulling it all the way down.
Lestat tilted his head to look at Louis, the man between his thighs was biting the place between his lips, staring at his crotch with raw, intense desire in his eyes. He gasped at the sight, there was no one in this world who could measure up to Louis, he was determined, hard-headed, dedicated and incredibly hot, the image of this man at his feet made his pussy leak even more, dripping onto the tabletop.
- Awn , Mon Cher, how I've missed you. - Lestat gasps as he stares into Louis' brown eyes, he can't keep quiet about his love for the man, it's been years since the divorce and yet Louis is still in his heart.
- Me too. - Louis resound against Lestat's thigh, moving his head into the blond's depths, his lips brushing against Lestat's wet pussy, his tongue tasting of his ex-husband.
Lestat's fists close their grip on Louis' curls, his knuckles white with the force of his grip, he pushes the man's head closer to his vagina, pressing his ex-husband's face deep between his thighs.
Louis groaned loudly at the tightening of his scalp, hot breath teasing the thick lips of the blond's pussy, he leaned his face willingly into the other man's core, his body pulsing with arousal as his nose lightly caressed the sparse golden strands that adorned Lestat's groin.
- Own Louis , Mon Amour - the blond encouraged in a slightly hoarse voice.
Using his fingertips Louis separates the large lips, then tilts his head forward opening his mouth to lick his ex-husband's slit, the whitish fluids accumulating on his tongue, staining his lips, nose and a little of his chin. Louis clenches his eyes at the sensation, liquid heat seeping into his face, he takes a deep breath feeling the scent of the blond's arousal invade his lungs, and leans his face deeper, his fingers squeezing Lestat's thick thighs, his nails digging small half-moons into the pale skin, as he pulls him closer to his face.
- Fuck, Louis! - Lestat drops his head back, closing his eyes, his hands tightening their grip on the man's curls between his legs, lost in the sensation of Louis' tongue working on his clit, his lips making sucking movements around the glans - Oh, yes... Awn Louis, my love ...
Louis' grip increases, almost possessively, the force of his fingers pressing into the blond's thigh, leaving red marks on the silky surface of the blond's skin. This makes the heat rise in Lestat's core, his pussy throbbing at the thought of Louis marking his body, showing that it belongs to him.
A moan from Louis resonates in Lestat's pussy, a shiver runs down the blond's spine at the hot steam.
Louis squeezed him again, tilting his head as he nibbled on Lestat's clit with the tips of his teeth, the blond groaned, his hands flying to the edges of the table, gripping the top tightly until his knuckles turned white, unable to control the small tremors that ran through his body.
- Louis?
- Mhn? - Louis murmurs quietly, too focused on making Lestat gasp, his cheek trailing down the blond's inner thigh as he parts his lips and begins to eat in earnest.
- What do I taste like Mon Cher, do I taste like sin as they said? - Lestat smiled to himself, he was incapable of not teasing Louis, especially when the same man who claimed their marriage was a sin was now between his legs drinking from his pre-cum as if it were the holy blood of the Eucharist.
Louis growls, pulling his face away from Lestat's body to stare into his ex-husband's blue eyes. White fluids run down his ajar mouth as he gasps, staining his lips and chin. Lestat feels his pussy throb as his eyes meet Louis', his body writhing with arousal as the man's deep-set eyes focus on his, Louis' eyes burning with desire and anger as his tongue cleanses his lips, tasting Lestat again.
Louis with his face smeared with his fluids and saliva, gasping for breath, his clothes crumpled and full desire pulsing in his eyes, the image made Lestat squirm on the table with excitement, the man was like a fallen angel feasting on temptation, letting go of his guilt and surrendering to the pleasures of the flesh.
- What the fuck, Lestat? - Louis growls
- What? What better time to ask than when you're on your knees like a good Christian? - Lestat argues, smiling to himself, he couldn't help being a tease.
- Fuck you! - Louis shouted angrily, it was impossible to keep calm when he was with the other man, Lestat couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut even when he was being eaten out.
- Why don't you do it, Mon Cher?
- That's what I was trying to do before you opened your fucking mouth! - He argues angrily. - Now, either you shut the fuck up or I'm going to get up and send you away and I'm not going to eat your fucking pussy! - He raises his eyebrow in defiance at the blond.
- All right. - He didn't like being told what to do, but he was missing Louis' mouth on his body too much to care more about it. - I'll be quiet like the dead.
- Great! - Louis gives him a warning look, then lowers his head again, his lips trailing down to Lestat's pussy, sucking and biting, like a punishing kiss.
Even though the movements were punishing, Lestat couldn't help but feel just the opposite: Louis' lips seemed to take him to heaven with every sucking movement on his glans.
The little argument didn't affect Louis' mood at all; on the contrary, he regained his earlier, more concentrated pace. Devouring Lestat's pussy with an animalistic eagerness, like the hungry man he was. Lestat throws his head back again, one of his hands returns to Louis' hair, grabbing it like a lifeline, and holding it there, pushing Louis face deeper into his vulva, wishing he could fuse their bodies together forever.
Lestat opened his mouth, but only moans came from his lips, he couldn't complain as he was much more content to soak up the pleasure of Louis's mouth, as with every movement of his tongue, his body trembles with desire, losing itself in the divine vision of Louis consuming him like something sacred, turning the table into his divine altar while the man worships him on his knees.
All the anger and resentment of minutes ago fade from his mind, all memories of those worst days in their past disappear from Lestat's thoughts, leaving his brain occupied only by Louis, by his lips, teeth, tongue, his fingers, his nose, the way Louis takes him apart. Working non stop, as he sucks Lestat's clit, claiming his pussy for his own, taking pleasure in reducing the blond to a quivering, wild image writhing on the table.
- Oh Louis - Lestat moans, unable to think of another word, his mind an echo of the man between his legs - Oh, Yes, Mon Cher - He moans, continuing to murmur " Louis ", gasping with each syllable as Louis' fingers penetrate his pussy, fucking him at the same pace as his lips work on his clit, practically drowning in her core. The culmination of the image of debauchery and desire that the man represented, putting on a show at Lestat's feet. - Oh my Louis!
Louis hums between his legs, a muffled moan in his pussy, causing Lestat's muscles to tighten and a warmth to run down his thighs along with a slight tremor. Louis understands the signals from the blond's body, intensifying his movements while his hands squeeze the pale thighs tighter.
Lestat feels the familiar curve of warmth rise, until his tense muscles suddenly relax, descending into the curve of his orgasm, white liquid ejaculating through his folds as his mind falls into the blissful, boneless post-orgasm void.
A little ecstasy that no one but Louis could take away. And how he loves the feeling, the comforting warmth and the unconditional affection that surrounds him.
Lestat loses himself in the sensations, feeling his light body float on the waves of his climax. He closes his eyes, letting his thoughts drift to the sea of calm and comfort that spreads through his body, lost in the love screaming in his chest. He wishes he could make this moment eternal, leaving behind all the troubled years of their relationship and the fights that followed its end, living only in this haze of misplaced love between the two of them.
When his thoughts come back to him, Louis is standing between his legs, his eyes shining despite his still shaky breathing. The blond bites his lip at the disheveled sight of the other man, his shirt all over the place, his curls mussed and his lips glistening with the remains of Lestat's orgasm.
Before Louis could react, Lestat reached out, grabbed the loose tie and pulled the man into a kiss, he invaded Louis' mouth, tasting himself, dragging his tongue against his ex-husband's canines, Louis groaned, bringing his hands to Lestat's waist and gripping the blond's girth tightly as he deepened the hungry kiss.
- Fuck! - Lestat mutters breathlessly as he forces himself to break the kiss, resting his forehead against Louis'.
- Fuck! - Louis repeats, thrusting his hips into Lestat's body, his body throbbing with hunger for any stimulation against his painfully hard cock, hungry for touch.
- Oh désolé mon amour. - Lestat smiles smugly, then pushes Louis away before getting up from the table - I don't have time for this, I have an album to finish. - He teases with a false look of pity as he begins to put on his clothes that are lying on the floor.
Louis groans in frustration, he should have seen this coming, pulling up his shirt sleeve to wipe his mouth. He didn't want to think about the state of his clothes or the table at the moment.
- Oh don't make that face, Mon Cher! - Lestat approaches, his hands reaching up the zipper of his pants, pressing his face to the side of Louis' face to whisper in his ear - I promise to make it up to you after that performance.
Louis snorted, biting his lip to suppress a smile that threatened to form, Lestat always gets what he wants and he, even if he didn't want to admit it, was more than happy to grant the blond's wishes.
- And what makes you think anything has changed about my previous answer? - Louis raises an eyebrow, trying to look contrary to the idea, taking the bait for their little game.
- Oh Louis, I know you're going. - Lestat smiles smugly, he leans over to his ex-husband again and places a soft kiss on Louis' cheek - See you at the performance!
Having finished putting on his clothes, Lestat runs his fingers through his blond curls, trying to make his hair a little more presentable.
He walks slowly to the door, turning to Louis before opening the door and giving a small wave with his hand, before turning and slamming the door as he leaves the room, leaving Louis to deal with the mess.
- Fucking brat. - Louis curses in an affectionate tone.
He turned to look at the mess on the table, but his thoughts were far from worrying about cleaning up the complete mess of papers on the floor or the sticky liquid on the table, as much as they shouldn't have been, his mind was focused on the blond-haired man who was in his arms just a few seconds ago. Louis knew that playing games with Lestat was a bad idea, things were doomed to fail and he knew it from their past and their relationship, but Louis was an expert at ignoring the warning signs and couldn't help looking forward to seeing his ex-husband again.
Perhaps attending this presentation wasn't such a bad thing after all.